Like all time travel, our story begins for some reason...

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Yang Rui sat on the hand-pulled box, leaning weakly against the wall at the entrance of the alley, looking faintly at the depths of the alley, bright and dark. Until now, he still didn't know what happened, or how it happened. He clearly remembered that he had just come out of Walmart's East China headquarters - the purchasing politely rejected him - he hurriedly prepared to take the subway to the train station. Then he answered a call, and the noisy sound on the side of the road made him unable to help but enter the alley. But after the phone was cut off, it felt wrong to walk out of the alley. The banner-like signs and long robes on the street made him realize that this was not the original world...

After walking in the alley for hundreds of times, he still couldn't find his way back. Finally, he was tired. He grabbed his cell phone and sat at the entrance of the alley, and his head was in chaos. This was not true, he thought. It was not that time traveling should be lightning strikes, water flooding, and at the worst, it would be foggy. But now there was nothing. After answering a call, he came over. There were also those who traveled through time either agents or special forces soldiers; or doctors in science and engineering; or revolutionaries who memorized how to revolution and how to fight; anyway, they were all capable people, with all kinds of miracles and remembered the details of history, and he was just a fruit dealer, what to do here, and selling fruits? Yang Rui thought randomly, while the setting sun shining and hungry belly reminded him that he should face the reality. Finally, he stood up and still had to find a place to live first, he murmured to himself.

He stood up, carried his bag, pulled up the box, chose a random direction, missed the long robes and braids, walked forward, and walked for a while, he hurriedly turned back to the entrance of the alley and searched around, but he did not see the door number. He only saw the traditional Chinese characters "Ruyili" on the archway above the entrance of the alley. I will come back, and he said to himself in his heart.

The streets are not too wide, as if they were narrow roads in the old city, without tall buildings, and there were two or three floors of wooden houses on both sides, with various cloth signs hanging, all of which were vertical traditional Chinese characters, some were not recognized; there were scattered pedestrians on the road, with long robes and short jackets, all with braids; from time to time, they ran past chicken and wheelbarrows, and the car was full of goods, or they were filled with people, the coachman pushed them hard, sweating profusely, and gradually faded away with a long breath; the most amazing thing was that he also saw a few foreigners riding horses from afar, white horses in military uniforms, proud and arrogant

Yang passed through the intersection in front. It wasn't it in the concession, right? Yang Rui thought that it seemed that the one I came before was the original concession. Oh my God! He actually traveled to the concession, how many years it has been, how many years it has been, how many years it has been, how many years it has been, how many years it has been. When he passed by a pawnshop, he stopped, pulled the chain around his neck, and walked in.

In front of the pawn shop was a tall green wooden table, with some books, pens, inkstones, abacus and so on. When the closing was approaching, there were not many people in the shop, and several friends were sitting or standing in the table. When one Chaofeng saw a foreigner coming, he immediately became a little energetic and stood up to greet him. Unfortunately, Yang Rui didn't understand what he said, so he had to smile at the little hat with black face and yellow teeth on his head, then handed the gold chain in his hand over the wooden table, Chaofeng took it and looked at Guang carefully, then used his teeth to test the hardness, and finally used a small title that he turned out to find somewhere, and finally said: "A golden chain is a seven-piece Eagle Ocean, how about it?"

Yang Rui heard that he was not talking about Shanghai dialect, but it seemed to be the accent from Zhejiang, and he didn't understand it at once. He only vaguely heard a 7. Fortunately, Chao Feng said it again, and finally understood it and gestured: "Seven yuan is too little, at least ten yuan."

Chaofeng understood the Mandarin he spoke as soon as he heard it. After a pause, he also said in a different Jingkou film: "This master is at most eight yuan, and he lives for three months." After that, he put the chain on the wooden platform.

Seeing this, Yang Rui knew that this was the highest price for the other party. Looking at the pawnshop size and Chaofeng's attitude, he felt that the chain might be worth eight yuan in this place. Besides, it was almost evening, and where can I go without money? He nodded and agreed.

Chaofeng immediately took a piece of yellow paper, splashed ink, and sang while writing: "A golden chain is a living eagle, a 5-cent monthly life, a 4-cent store rent, and a full-term redemption of three full-term." After that, he stuffed one of the yellow papers to Yang Rui. At the same time, a note-offered accountant dialed the abacus, and listened to the sound of money, eight oceans were thrown out on the platform. Yang Rui took the ocean, without saying a word, but just looked at the yellow paper tightly - this was a ticket - the lower left corner was written with the date: September 20, 28th year of Guangxu.

What era was the 28th year of Guangxu? Yang Rui only remembered that the 20th year of Guangxu was the Sino-Japanese War of 1894 and eight years, so now it is 1902, and nine years later it will be the Xinhai Revolution and the Qing Dynasty was destroyed. When he came to his senses, he suppressed his trembling voice because of excitement and fear and asked Chaofeng: "Where is a hotel here, it is an inn?" Because of his excitement, he said it twice before he understood.

Chao Feng shook his head, but the accountant who paid the money said that he would walk out of the door and walk more than two miles to the right. After leaving the pawnshop, Yang Rui finally had a place to settle down shortly after dark.

The hotel is a bit in the alley, and it is dark, and there is no signboard, the door is not big, and there are not many rooms. However, the boss is enthusiastic. At the same time, there is a noodle shop next door to eat. I think I may not find other places to stay, so I can only stay here. I arranged a single room, on two floors, but there is no bathroom. The boss said that the cottage was on the west side of the yard downstairs. There was a large-sized cottage, and there was a room pot in the small room, but there was no bath. I only said that there was a bathhouse across the street.

The cube can be washed. The room is tidy, and the quilt provided by the hotel with a cent of five cents is also very clean, but there is always a smell of rotten wood in the room, which makes people uncomfortable. As a waiter - probably the boss's wife - she put the quilt on and turned on the kerosene lamp and left, Yang Rui still stood at the door without going in. The dark aisle, the dim room, the swaying lights, and the creaking sound of the floor when the aisle, he thought to himself, it would be a Chinese Studio.

In the Shanghai Concession Hotel in late autumn of 1902, under the illumination of kerosene lamps, Yang Rui calmed down a little, began to sort out his thoughts, painted on his notepad, thinking about what to do next.

It is uncertain whether I can go back or not. I vaguely remember that when I answered the phone in the afternoon, I was walking back and forth in the alley. Then the phone suddenly broke, and there seemed to be a light at the corner of my eyes. The phone behind me had no signal, and the surroundings were like what I had come. Is it because I touched something and traveled through time, or because I encountered something? Can the former be touched again, and can the latter be met again? Maybe I can never go back, but I still have to go to that alley every day, at that time of traveling through time - 4:56 pm - the time on the phone call record.

You have to be prepared to not be able to go back. Now I only have seven yuan, four cents, nine cents, five cents in a restaurant, and six cents in shredded pork noodles for dinner. In this way, I have to spend five cents and three cents a day. It is better to spend hexagons every day to spend twelve days. It is best to find a job, what to do? I am a fruit dealer. Although I am a business student in college, is it easy to use in this era? If it is a science and engineering subject, the situation will be different. English is a CET-4, and my speaking is too poor. I have studied German for a year and have a simple dialogue. But if I do civil servants, who would use someone who has no education, no identity, no guarantee? It is said that apprentices must be protected in this era.

A legitimate job is hopeless for a moment, and I can't even be illegal. I am not from an agent or a special forces soldier. I don't have the ability to rob and do not know clearly about historical events. I can't fool anyone and take advantage of loopholes in history. Alas, I can't pull a cart and carry sacks, Yang Ruitou is getting bigger.

What else do I have? I have laptops and two cell phones. The frequent phone calls forced him to bring two cell phones, cameras, several orange samples, electronics, sugar meters, fruit cards, and the rest are clothes. There is also a box, which is full of things I used in college, and it is all messy, most of them are textbooks. These are things I have been kept in my classmates' house after leaving Shanghai. This time I have to bring back my hometown. These are either things that I can't take out or are not valuable. The only valuable one is laptop and mobile phone, but there is no electricity here. If you want to have electricity, you have to wait until the year of 1911. The mobile phone has electricity, but the laptop battery is basically not powered. Last night, he fell asleep with his laptop because the power interface was on the side of the laptop. In order to put it on the bed, he pulled out the power cord. Later, he fell asleep without turning off the laptop, and naturally he used up all electricity - these things are valuable if they have electricity. If they are out of power, they are just plastic shells. Who would want this thing?

Thinking of these, Yang Rui's heart became more and more upset. He stood up and walked back and forth a few steps. The old-fashioned wooden floor was stomping, so he had to stop and push it open to the window. The window faced north. As soon as it was opened, a cold wind blew in. The flames of the oil lamp also swayed vigorously in the cold wind, as if dancing wildly. The night outside the window was dark, there was no moon in the sky, and the stars looked extremely bright, just like when I saw it when I went to collect fruits in the valley before.

The same; the lights in the distance are bright. If the direction of traveling through the journey has not changed, it should be Nanjing Road there. No, according to the old movie, it is called Dama Road. At this time, there are few pedestrians on the street downstairs, and the wheelbarrow I saw during the day is gone, but there are some dialect-like calls from time to time. I guess the parents are calling their children to go home. Go home, hey, can I still go home? I'd better live well first!

Identity is a big problem. If you don’t have an identity, you don’t have a job, and if you don’t have a job, you can’t wait until the day you go back. Of course, you may not be able to go back. Identity, you also have to make up an identity that is said to be the past. As he thought about it, he found all the things that were marked not belonging to the current time, such as train tickets, train tickets, invoices, RMB, the bottom page and preface of the university textbook with the publication date, and the ID card was left, but the font on it was scraped off. If you go back, you can still read the card electronically, modify the time on your phone and set the password. He thought that even if I don’t have anything to prove my identity, nothing will deny my identity.

After the tossing, it was already nine o'clock in the evening. Yang Rui and Yi were lying on the bed. Everything that happened during the day was too exciting and too troublesome. The dry straw smell and soft quilt made the overly nervous body and mind relax during the day. He fell on the bed and felt tired for a while and fell asleep quickly. That night he had a dream: he dreamed of a huge square, where people were standing on the square, and it was dark and could not see the edge. On the head of the square was
Chapter completed!