On a rainy night, a man hurriedly walked through the alley. He was wounded, and his blood left a trail of marks on the stone slabs, which were quickly washed away.

He hadn't closed his eyes for three days and three nights.

This is a quiet ancient town in the south of the Yangtze River. It once had a long history and legends, and also had beautiful scenery, but now these have nothing to do with the swordsman.

The swordsman was covered in dust like every other day, avoiding the pursuit behind him.

He was very famous, but fame was perhaps the least valuable thing in this world. When he died in an alley tomorrow, his death might only cause a short discussion in the world, and then quickly disappear without a trace.

The swordsman was in pain now, and he needed a place where he could rest for a while and conserve his strength.

At a corner, the swordsman suddenly saw an inn in front of him.

The inn was bright and bright, giving people a warm feeling in the pouring rain. The warm yellow light penetrated the heavy rain and fog.

This inn was too bright...

Even in the rain, the light was so bright that the swordsman could see it at first glance. Even though the lights in the other shops around were on at this moment, they were still not as conspicuous as it.

The swordsman hesitated for only a second and walked towards it. At this moment, he needed a place to recuperate so that he could continue to avoid the pursuit of those behind him. No matter where it was, even if he just drank a sip of hot soup, he would have more strength to set out again tomorrow.

This is an ordinary-looking inn.

There is some moss growing on the walls of the inn, and there is a sign hanging on the door. There seems to be nothing strange about it. There is a sign hanging on the door with just two simple words "Inn" written on it.

- Nameless Inn.

The swordsman pushed open the door of the inn in the rainy night. The moment he pushed the door open, a flower fragrance accompanied by hot air wafted to his side.

The smell was so unforgettable that when he recalled his first encounter with that person many years later, it was always that warmth and flower fragrance.

"Please come in, guest."

A voice came from the room, and the voice was hoarse.

"Excuse me, sir...are you here for a quick stop or to stay?"

...

Feng Qing, 25 years old this year, works as a shopkeeper in a hotel in Hengdian, entertaining tourists.

One day, when she opened her eyes and prepared to open the store as usual, she suddenly found that the scenery outside the Hengdian hotel where she had worked for a long time had completely changed.

Ah, these mountains, ah, these clouds, ah, this sky...

Feng Qing looked down at the phone in her hand.

The group she usually hangs out in is still constantly posting silly pictures and new gossip. A familiar girl said, "Have you watched the recent time-travel TV series? It's so silly. The heroine's acting seems a bit retarded. How can there be such exaggerated acting in the 21st century..."

[Yes, the heroines in the novels I read in high school didn't show such shock about their time travel, okay? ]

[The heroine was wandering around the streets asking passers-by, and she also dragged the hero to ask him if he was filming a movie. She almost got herself killed. I wanted to quit watching the show. ]

Looking at the chat messages that kept popping up, Feng Qing twitched her lips.

Got it.

Stay in the house for now and don't get yourself killed.

The most important thing is... Feng Qing pursed her lips and made up her mind.

She must not be treated as a fool.

"The network is inexplicably connected and the electricity is connected." Feng Qing finally came to this conclusion after patrolling the store.

"Although I have no idea how it was done... but never mind, I'm not an electrician."

She took out her phone and sent a WeChat message to the boss who often came to check and fined her wages. [Boss, I didn't go to work this morning. Didn't you notice? ]

[What are you talking about? Aren't you there? ] Her boss replied.

[Where am I? ]

[There. ]

[Where... is that? ]

[There. ]

Feng Qing waited for a long time, and the boss didn't send a message anymore. She shuddered and touched her arm.

The tone of the reply had nothing to do with the greasy boss, and it smelled like being parasitized by the god of annihilation.

Feng Qing felt that her san value had dropped a bit this early in the morning, and she felt that she had to do something to restore her san value, so as not to go crazy accidentally.

...

About twenty minutes later, Feng Qing turned on the air conditioner, cooked instant noodles in a small electric pot, opened a bottle of iced cola, crossed her legs and watched the new game strategy video, drank half a bottle of cola in one gulp, and then burped.

"Burp, so good." Feng Qing looked lazy.

She also felt that she was too easily satisfied. How could a bottle of cola and a bowl of instant noodles restore her san value? Now she actually felt that such a life was not bad.

"Wait, don't call my mom yet. What if it's another sanity-lowering conversation? What if I can't handle it?" Feng Qing thought, looking at the chat messages that were constantly refreshing, and suddenly an idea popped up in her mind that could only be thought of after a 10-year cerebral thrombosis, "Since there is internet... can I order takeout here?"

- Half an hour later, Feng Qing held a box of sweet and spicy duck wings from Meituan with trembling hands, and stared at the inn with the eyes of a god.

"Okay, I've decided not to leave this inn for the rest of my life." Feng Qing made a lifelong decision easily.

"I have decided to spend my life with this inn. Whether we are rich or poor, sick or healthy, we will love and cherish each other until death can separate us."

...

Just after Feng Qing made a vow to stay together for life with the inn, a few kilometers away, a man let out his last scream of his life.

A knife cut his neck, and his scream slowly turned into a breath.

The sound gradually became inaudible in the sound of the rain, and the doors and windows of the surrounding houses were closed.

They seemed not to have heard the scream.

But even if they had, they would not have opened the door.

These ordinary people who often saw the people from the underworld already knew how to protect themselves. For them, pretending to be blind or dumb might not be a bad choice.

"It's not him." A man in black knelt down at the feet of a pale-faced man and said, "I'm afraid he has already escaped."

"Chase him again." The pale-faced man said, "He is seriously injured and can't run far. As long as you catch him, cut off his head."

They were chasing someone.

A swordsman who was well-known to everyone in the underworld.

Everyone knew him, and everyone knew his name. His name was synonymous with the knife. It could even be said that... he was the knife.

"Okay, I've finally sorted out the mess in the store." Feng Qing sighed, "Almost all the modern equipment has been hidden. As for the air conditioners, heaters, and lights... I really can't do anything about it. Just do whatever you want."

Fortunately, the inn took the guests' experience into consideration, so it deliberately hid the air conditioners and heaters in a secluded place... Otherwise, Feng Qing would have a real headache.

"Then what should I do?" Feng Qing looked out the window, "This place is beautiful, with birds singing and flowers blooming, but I don't know which dynasty I'm traveling through, and what the background of this dynasty is like." Feng Qing

stood at the door holding a cup of Coke in a tea cup and drank it for a long time. Suddenly, the door opposite opened, and an old lady came out with a basin of water.

"Oh, this inn has been empty for a long time, and finally someone is here. Are you the new owner of the inn?"

"I guess so." Feng Qing said in an ambiguous tone.

"Since we are here, we are neighbors. When are you going to recruit a customer? I have a relative who is a good cook. I will introduce her to you one day..."

Feng Qing doesn't like talking to strangers. To be more precise, she has a common problem among modern people - social phobia.

She has to choose to work in Hengdian to make a living because of social phobia, but this does not mean that she is a person who can communicate well with others.

Feng Qing nodded randomly, then pushed the door and fled into the inn. The moment she closed the door, she breathed a sigh of relief and felt that she was alive again.

"Mom, don't greet others randomly." Just after Feng Qing entered the inn, a young man from the opposite door came out and pulled the old lady.

"What's the big deal? We'll be neighbors from now on." "

What? That person looks weird. There's chaos outside recently. Don't cause trouble..."

...

"It seems like I need to recruit some employees." Feng Qing thought, "If I don't recruit anyone, it will seem a bit weird. Will it attract other people's attention? What if someone gets suspicious... Will the government arrest me?"

Feng Qing hesitated for a while, opened Baidu, and searched how to write a recruitment introduction in traditional Chinese and classical Chinese. When she opened the door just now, she saw that the signs hanging at the doors of the shops opposite were all written in traditional Chinese.

After finishing writing, Feng Qing looked up and suddenly saw that the window had been covered with dark clouds and heavy rain had come. She touched her arm and realized why she suddenly felt cold.

"Let's put this recruitment brochure out first." Feng Qing said, "I don't know if anyone will come... Forget it, take the bait."

She put the recruitment brochure out, and the sky gradually darkened. Mosquitoes began to appear gradually. Feng Qing picked up the six spirits on the side and sprayed them everywhere.

In the evening, Feng Qing thought that since she had traveled through time, she might as well do something ancient, so she lit an oil lamp, put on a simple linen dress, and continued to look at her phone with the help of the lamplight while holding the duck wings that she had not finished eating at noon and an iced Coke.

"Boom boom--" There was a faint sound of thunder in the distance. Feng Qing looked up and saw that the raindrops were slowly falling.

The fragrance of the earth drifted in through the window.

"These days... I feel no different from before I traveled through time. On the contrary..." Feng Qing said.

She suddenly stopped talking here. After a long time, she suddenly lowered her head and smiled.

The sun has set and it is a little cold.

Feng Qing closed the window, secretly turned on a small yellow light, then took out the air conditioner remote control and adjusted the temperature to 25 degrees.

The room slowly warmed up. Feng Qing tightened her clothes and then sat comfortably on the slanted bench.