"You little bitch, you're so shameless! I came all the way here to take care of you, and you treat me like this. You're such a scoundrel, and you still have the nerve to glare at me."
"Mom, please stop scolding Xiaojin. She's still young and naive. My cousin and his wife are both gone, and there are no other relatives at home. We're the only ones left, and it's our responsibility to take care of Xiaojin. Xiaojin, be obedient and apologize to your great aunt quickly."
This was the third time that Song Jin had been woken up by the voices of this man and woman in her dream. She had forgotten the specific content of the first time, but the second time she thought it was because she had been too engrossed in the novel she was reading the night before and had immersed herself too deeply in the story.
This was the third time, and this time even the conversation was clear. After waking up, the flame of anger lingered for a long time.
The face of the person in the dream was not clear, but this did not affect Song Jin's ability to figure out a lot of information. This poor kid had lost both parents, was a soft-hearted person, and had just graduated from high school.
The dilemma she faced now was being harassed by a distant relative who lived in her house and beat her.
Song Jin's intuition, gained from reading countless novels, told him that he was about to travel through time.
She began to search the room. Since she had a dream warning her in advance, according to the convention of time travel, there should be a cheat code, such as a space system or something.
I just tried shouting various commands, "Go in, I want to go in, enter the space, system, bind, how to bind the system, how to open the space." None of them worked.
That would definitely require a carrier to drip blood to recognize the owner in order to open the space, but she knew that this was a small apartment she rented temporarily, and she didn't have jade pendants or jade bracelets or anything like that. She could only see if it was the jewelry she had bought before.
After rummaging for a long time, he found a bunch of "treasures" that might be from space. He took out a needle, closed his eyes, and stabbed it.
“Ah~ It hurts.”
Hmm? No bleeding. Squeeze it. Okay, a little.
Next, start trying them one by one...
A plastic pink bracelet, no.
The plastic purple gemstone necklace you bought at the two dollar store is not.
It is said to be an agate bracelet, but it is not.
"Hiss," there's no more blood. Squeeze it again. Continue.
Pearl earrings, no.
A small gold locket necklace, no.
Look again, there is more.
The wooden beads on the Dragon Boat Festival flower string are not.
…………
Well, my fingers are swollen from squeezing them. I guess it’s because these things are too cheap. Neither of them is true.
No way, there is no golden finger.
Then why use dreams to wake me up? I can’t take anything with me. Isn’t this frustrating?
Song Jin said he was overwhelmed. His finger was still red and swollen, with a small patch of blood stained.
There was no toilet paper at home, so Song Jin subconsciously rubbed his fingers on the palm of his other hand.
Suddenly, I felt unsteady, and when I was distracted, I found myself standing in a vast expanse of white. It looked like the football field at school, but it was completely empty.
Stay calm, Song Jin, don't be afraid. Your space is here, stay calm. Now think about how you opened it and how you got in.
Exhaling, Song Jin opened his lips slightly and said, "Get out."
There was a change. She was standing in the room again.
I looked down at my hand, and sure enough, it was the little red mole on the palm of my hand.
Press the small red mole again: "Go in"
Sure enough, he came in again.
God will not let her go, Song Jin finally felt relieved.
Now is the time to start planning. We don't know when we'll cross over, so we need to act quickly.
According to the information in the dream, the time we are going to should be the 1960s and 1970s. Although the faces of the people in the dream are not clear, it is not difficult to tell from their clothes and environment.
What Song Jin read the most were the literature about the period. In that era, the first thing to prepare was food.
No, who gave her the confidence to start counting supplies? Let's count the money first.
I found all my bank cards, opened all my apps, and worked like a tiger, and the total was 15,000.
I'm afraid you can't buy anything here.
Oh my god, what should I do?
After much consideration, Song Jin decided to sell the house.
Song Jin had just turned 18. She came from an ordinary family and had just finished the college entrance examination. Her parents were both in their hometown in the countryside. Of course, she didn't want to sell her rural house. She didn't have the courage to do that.
She owns a small house in the city, now empty and dilapidated. This house was left to her by her grandfather, who bought it almost 20 years ago when it was very cheap. Now it has become dilapidated and faces demolition.
Grandpa transferred the house to Song Jin's name early on because Song Jin grew up in his care.
My parents had no objection because the house was very small and dilapidated, so it had been left uninhabited, waiting to be demolished.
It is now obvious that Song Jin will not be able to wait for the demolition, but if it is sold, there will definitely be many people willing to buy it. After all, if you buy it, you can wait for the demolition to divide the house and the money, which is definitely a win-win situation.
Song Jin started contacting real estate agents. It just so happened that she was out having fun after graduation, and she had rented a small apartment in the city to practice driving and get her driver's license.
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