The spring tide comes with rain in the evening, and the drizzle falls all night, so the Minjiang River outside the city rises.

The biggest benefit of traveling to the Ming Dynasty was that there was no pressure and the pace of life was outrageously slow. Suddenly, Wu Jie felt that he had endless time to use it. He would sleep until noon every day before getting up slowly, then put on a book, dragged wooden clogs, and walked slowly up the street on the street with a unique red sand shale slab in Sichuan, and went to Tang Zhujiao’s house to eat noodles.

Although Tang pig feet have surnamed Tang, they have nothing to do with Tang Mi's family. His big white bean stewed pork feet are a famous snack in Xinjin County. The pig trotters and big white beans were stewed overnight and were cooked to pieces. The whole soup color was as white as milk. Take a bowl of soup noodles, pour the soup, sprinkle with green coriander and chopped green onion, and then hook a spoonful of chili oil. The taste is the same as in later generations, fresh, spicy and refreshing.

After more than a month in the Ming Dynasty, Wu Jie fell in love with Sichuan snacks frantically. He ate them all from the north to the south of the city, including jelly, Sanhe mud, loach and tofu.

The original flavor and excellent ingredients are something that modern society cannot enjoy.

The young master of a wealthy family originally had the habit of Yan Qi. Moth didn't find it strange to this. He usually followed Wu Jie carefully with his head and followed him step by step.

After serving his son, he sat down and ate in small mouthfuls.

Moth looks anxious in his daily life, but he adheres to his duty as a maid outside and rarely speaks. When he meets Wu Jie, he doesn't laugh when he talks, and just purses his lips.

In this way, one master and one servant, one front and one back, walking on the stone floor, with a light and crisp sound. Wu Jie's white clothes were fluttering, and although his body was still very thin, the confidence and calmness of modern people were placed in this alley, the ancient city and the spring of flying flowers, but there was an indescribable elegance. Moth was such a smart and cute little girl, and it was difficult not to become a scene in Xinjin County.

After lunch, Wu Jie usually goes to the big banyan tree under the Ximen Bridge in Xinjin to soak a cup of green tea, and lazily read a few pages of the book under the warm sun. Then he looks up at the blue sand on the river for a while, and the birds circling.

Sometimes, Wu Jie thought, such days are not bad. Compared to the fastest pace of life in modern society, this is paradise.

For a person who has no lofty ambitions, this kind of life is what he dreams of.

If it weren't for thinking about the imperial examination, Wu Jie thought that he might have been going through this day and then getting older day by day. He watched the little girl beside him slowly wrinkled with him and slowly gray hair. Then, the moth and himself would support each other, hunched over, and still paced back and forth in the noodle shop and teahouse once a day.

If you don’t go to Sichuan for young people, you won’t go out for old people.

"It's a pity that I'm not a tourist, nor do I have this leisurely state of mind."

After trying his best to shake his head and throw away the inexplicable thoughts, Wu Jie cheered up again, glanced at the manuscript in his hand, and then lowered his head and silently. Until the sun was slanted, until the green tea in the cup was no longer hot.

"The premonition has become reality. Maybe I will be trapped in this world and I will never go back. If I don't seize the time, I will be abandoned by time."

Since losing a day last time, Wu Jie also felt a little panic. But in the next few days, this kind of thing did not happen again, and he gradually stopped taking this matter to heart, thinking that it was just a coincidence.

But just twelve days ago, the same thing happened again.

On the night when the Tang Family Poetry Conference ended, Wu Jie returned to modern society as usual in his dream. This time, he was not awakened by the alarm clock preset on his mobile phone as usual, but woke up in front of the library computer the same as last time.

When he saw the computer screen and the bookshelf lined up around him, Wu Jie was cold all over.

Sitting in the chair for a long time before I woke up. At the first moment of regaining consciousness, Wu Jie turned his gaze to the time column in the lower right corner of the computer screen, which was ten o'clock in the morning. But he knew nothing about what he did this morning and how he came from home to work.

He swallowed hard, and tapped the date bar with his trembling hands. When he saw that Wu Jie almost jumped up from the chair: "The spicy one next door has lost time again, and it will be two more days."

It turns out that it is different from before that only one day was lost each time. This time it took two days, forty-eight hours. No matter how Wu Jie recalls it, he can't remember what he did in the past two days, just like he suffered from amnesia.

It has only been a few days since the last time I lost it. Not only is the interval shorter, but the time is also getting longer and longer.

One may also be explained by chance. If the same event occurs the second time, it will be inevitable.

According to Mo Fei's law, bad things always come one after another, and there is no possibility of escape.

If you guess correctly, such emergencies will continue, becoming more and more frequent, and the lost time will become longer and longer until you completely travel to the Ming Dynasty and never come back.

I sat in front of the computer for a long time, asked my colleague for a cigarette, lit it, took a deep breath, but I couldn't help but cough, and even coughed out tears.

After extinguishing the cigarette butts, Wu Jie thought for a long time and finally came up with a clue: it would be a foregone conclusion that he would travel to the Ming Dynasty in the future, and he would not be able to escape even if he wanted to.

He is not unfamiliar with time travel. In fact, when he is idle, he often reads time travel novels on the Internet. Since he enters the dream world every night, he has also carefully studied this unique literary subject.

In general, time travel novels are divided into two categories: body wear and soul wear.

The so-called physical body means that the whole person will directly enter another world with his soul.

Soul-penetrating means the body of the indigenous people whose soul enters another world and replaces his identity and life.

According to my current situation, it should be a soul-piercing body capture.

The reason why I wear it back is that my soul and the body of the indigenous people are not very compatible, so I wear it back from time to time.

However, I have lived in the Ming Dynasty for more than a month, and the coordination between spirit and flesh has gradually become more complete, just like a new car is about to finish the period of merging. Once the period of merging is over, this two-way crossing event will no longer happen.

"This is bad. Although I am very tired of the gray days of modern society that cannot see any prospects, once I can never come back, I still feel nostalgic. Ancient society without lights, TVs, and computers is indeed depressing. However, it is also exciting to have a career in that world. The question is, I am not ready yet, is there still time?"

I hope this buffering period is long enough to at least give me time to memorize all the information I should memorize.

Next, everything was confirmed and the loss of time happened for the third time.

This time it was three days, and only two days passed in the ancient world.

A crisis of time has quietly come.

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Chapter completed!