Johnny shook his head vigorously, as if to get rid of all the random thoughts, but he grimaced in pain.
His hand slowly but firmly lifted the door knocker in the auspicious beast's mouth, opening and closing it three times in a row, a standard knock on the door.
"Ding, ding, ding"
The crisp sound echoed in the street, becoming clearer amid the sound of wind and rain.
Johnny looked at his right hand in surprise. How could I knock on the door so skillfully, as if it were a memory engraved in my bones?
Could it be that I have traveled through time and space and have been transported to someone else's body? Some traces of the past still remain, but this plump, white hand is mine.
It’s no wonder Johnny thinks too much. With the cultural explosion of the 21st century, even someone as keen on research like him couldn’t avoid being poisoned, and he was also familiar with all kinds of time travel.
There was a person who traveled through time after a fire while reading in the library (Xiaoyao Little Scholar), a person who traveled through time after being chased and having a car accident (Joy of Life), a person who traveled through time after being drunk (Little Chef of the Northern Song Dynasty), and a person who was seduced by the Ox-Head and Horse-Faced Demons and reincarnated into ancient times (The First Dandy of the Zhenguan Period of the Tang Dynasty).
"Squeaky!"
While I was still daydreaming, the door opened a little.
"Hey, monster, stop being rude!" The voice was soft, sour and sweet.
Johnny took a peek inside through the gap and felt a warm breath coming towards him.
I just feel that: after mountains and rivers are so steep and winding that you think there is no way out, suddenly there is another village with willows and flowers!
There was no wind or rain, no water or waves in the yard, and it could even be said to be a bright spring day; there were no bluestone floors or screen walls at the door, but there were large stretches of soft grass; birds were circling, rabbits were running, and children were playing and fighting.
Johnny was intoxicated by the sunshine and the smell of green grass. He was sure that even the green grass at the best golf courses in Beijing was not as soft and green as this one.
On one side is the bleak autumn with wind and rain, and on the other side is the vibrant spring. Inside and outside the door, they are two completely different worlds.
Johnny was stunned. His mind was wandering again. He had a grassland back home, so falling in love with a wild horse wasn't too much of a stretch. Could it be the Green Grassland? Would it have Big Bad Wolf and Pleasant Goat?
"Monster, stop looking around!"
The person who opened the door was a little girl about eight or nine years old. Her pretty face was full of anger. She had her left hand on her waist and pointed at Johnny with her right hand and scolded him.
A round face, big eyes, a flame mole between the eyebrows, two red hairbands wrapped around them, a white shirt and a pink skirt, a soft and sweet voice coupled with a sweet and lovely appearance, she looks like a cute and fierce little loli.
"I am an innocent person. I encountered some unknown changes and ended up here, starving and cold. I wanted to stay for a night and find some food. Why did the little girl say that I was a monster?" Johnny asked with a smile, trying his best to look kind and amiable, but in his heart he was secretly wondering how he could get some information from the little girl. He felt too insecure knowing nothing.
"Don't lie to me. The teacher told us that humans are skinny, black and thin. Only man-eating monsters are white and fat. You are wearing colorful clothes. How can you be a human being?" The little girl looked proud and felt that she was shining with wisdom.
What does that mean? Johnny was a little confused. Humans are in such a miserable state now, dark and thin, and even become food for monsters.
Where did this monster come from? Wasn't this the Song Dynasty, a time of economic prosperity, where wealth was shared among the people? I knew the old professor wasn't reliable. No matter how bizarre it was, it was impossible to control the span of a time-travel channel by the decibel level.
"This may be because I am the child of a landlord. Landlord, a rich man, you know?" Johnny praised his sudden inspiration. I, Johnny, can actually pretend to be a rich man.
"Nuanshu, please let him in. This gentleman is not a monster." The little girl named Nuanshu had a look of distrust on her face. She snorted but still opened the door and made way as she was told.
"A few early orioles vie for the warmth of the trees, and new swallows peck at the spring mud. What a wonderful name!" Johnny praised, quietly showing off his cultural heritage. It's a comfort to show off in front of others.
Pretending not to notice the surprise on the little girl's face, Johnny stepped over the steps, stepped onto the grass, and looked forward. His previous glimpse outside the door had been but the tip of the iceberg. Beyond the green lawn, there were pavilions and towers, water nearby, mountains in the distance, and farmland and houses at the foot of the mountains—a true paradise.
Beneath the pavilion, a middle-aged man in coarse cloth, holding a scroll in his hands, said with a smile, "Sir, you are a man of great talent. Please come over and have a chat. Early orioles vie for the warmth of the trees, while new swallows peck at the spring mud. It's truly wonderful! I've spent half my life studying, but I still haven't been able to produce such a beautiful poem."
Bai Juyi's poems are naturally excellent. After all, they are included in the Chinese textbooks for the nine-year compulsory education. Johnny happened to read them at the right time, so he pretended to be good at them. Unexpectedly, they were really useful.
Entering the pavilion, Johnny bowed and said in a clear voice, "Sir, I dare not boast of my talent. This poem is not mine. It was written by a Tang Dynasty poet named Bai Juyi, and Johnny had the opportunity to read it. Now, by chance, I am stranded here. I mean no harm, but I am hungry and cold, and I would like to ask for some food and a place to stay for the night."
The middle-aged man also bowed in return and said, "Zhang Xiaofan, you are a scholar, right? Nuanshu has never been out of the house, and the story of the monster is just something he heard from the village storyteller. It's just a trick to fool children, Mr. Johnny, please don't take it seriously. Nuanshu, go get some food for the gentleman."
"Yes, sir." Nuanshu responded, took an umbrella, pushed the door open and went out.
Johnny didn't pay much attention to the little girl in the warm tree. His heart was swirling with emotion. The middle-aged man's name was simply too shocking. Zhang Xiaofan, Gui Li, Ghost King Sect, Hu Qishan. He looked around again. The scene was very similar to the world of Zhu Xian. Could it be that time travel was also fictional?
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