Song Nanwu looked at the time on the big screen on the high-rise building opposite, as if struck by lightning.
"2018! Isn't it the 21st century?" The vegetables asked on Song Nanwu's shoulder.
Song Nanwu was a little dazed, "Vegetables, am I dreaming?"
This feels unreal, so unreal.
Hearing this, Vegetable quickly scanned Song Nanwu, and said seriously: "Your data tells me that you are not dreaming."
"Damn it." Song Nanwu cursed immediately: "It's 2018, not 2289!"
The limit of the time train is only to go back to the 23rd century, but she accidentally came to the 21st century. She doesn't know whether to laugh or cry with such a big breakthrough?
No wonder it keeps showing no signal, she is actually in the 21st century!
Wait, how is the 21st century recorded in history books?
Standing on the top of Beichuan Bridge, Song Nanwu looked at everything below her feet with bright sadness at a 45-degree angle.
The crisscrossing transportation facilities constitute the blood and skeleton of this city. The soft moonlight and the leisurely river water cast shadows on the high-rise buildings on both sides of the north city, which are colorful and dazzling.
The 21st century is an era that has not yet entered the era of true artificial intelligence. The current level of science and technology is relatively underdeveloped and is only in its infancy.
Suddenly, the ringing of an English song from a cell phone interrupted Song Nanwu's thoughts.
She took out the cell phone that had been in her pocket at some point and looked at it in confusion. It was rectangular in shape, neither too big nor too small, and could be held in one hand.
"What is this?" Song Nanwu looked at the vegetables.
Vegetable glanced at the phone and shook his head. "You don't know, how would I know? I'm just a cat."
Song Nanwu listened in agreement and looked around at the phone. The singing voice stopped for a moment and then started again tirelessly.
After pondering for a long time, Song Nanwu accidentally swiped the answer button and heard the voice coming from inside. Only then did she realize that this thing was a communication tool.
"Oh, beautiful lady, you finally answered the phone."
After persistently making twenty-three calls and finally getting through, Lin Xiaoran, who was on the other end of the phone, almost burst into tears and said, "Hey, beautiful lady, I accidentally left my phone with you just now. Could you please return it to me? Of course, I will pay you."
Hearing this, Song Nanwu raised her eyebrows slightly, "Reward? Money?"
"Yes, money, ten thousand yuan. If you think it's not enough, I can add another five thousand."
What Song Nanwu lacked most at the moment was money, so she immediately asked, "Where are you?"
"I'm at a cafe called Style in Central Times Square."
Not knowing where she was, Song Nanwu replied calmly, "Oh, come find me! I'm on the bridge."
Lin Xiaoran: “…”
The voice on the phone was silent for a moment, then rang out, "Which bridge?"
Song Nanwu had no idea which bridge this was. She looked around and said, "It's across a river. You can see a tall building with a pointed tower on it."
Lin Xiaoran: “…”
Can't you just tell me the name of the bridge? Are you thinking this is a guessing game?
However, there was a bridge in his memory that matched the name. Lin Xiaoran asked uncertainly, "Beichuan Bridge?"
"Yeah, right." Song Nanwu said casually.
"Okay, okay, I'll come find you right away."
There was no sound on the phone, and Song Nanwu put it back in her pocket.
Vegetables started to complain, "These 21st century communication tools are really strange. Nan Nan, what are you going to do now?"
"Alas." Song Nanwu sighed softly, her tone somewhat melancholy. "What can I do? I'll just make the best of it."
Not to mention that we can’t contact Yun Si and the others now, it’s even more difficult to contact them in the 27th century.
When Lin Xiaoran hurried to Beichuan Bridge, he couldn't see Song Nanwu at all, so he immediately called her again.
Song Nanwu answered the phone, looked at the person below, and jumped lightly in front of him.
"It's you!" Song Nanwu looked at Lin Xiaoran and recognized him as the person who knocked her down before.
Lin Xiaoran looked at Song Nanwu, glanced at the Beichuan Bridge overpass behind her, and said in surprise: "You, you, you, you jumped down from it."
"Is there a problem?" Song Nanwu asked.
"No problem, it's just so high, aren't you afraid of falling to your death? What are you climbing up for?"
"Suicide." Song Nanwu replied expressionlessly.
Lin Xiaoran looked at Song Nanwu in silence for a moment, then frowned, "Why did you commit suicide?"
“No money.”
Lin Xiaoran: “…”
"I'll give you money. Don't think about death all the time. Give me your phone." Lin Xiaoran said, counting out 20,000 yuan in cash from his backpack and handing it to Song Nanwu. "I'll give you another 5,000 yuan, a total of 20,000 yuan. Count it." Then he added worriedly, "Don't commit suicide again."
Song Nanwu looked at him without saying anything, took it and didn't bother to count, took out the phone from her pocket and handed it to Lin Xiaoran.
Lin Xiaoran took it and couldn't wait to unlock it and check the photos in the album. Seeing that the photos he wanted were intact, he curled his lips and smiled.
Fortunately, he had cleverly backed up the photos on his mobile phone and secretly gave the phone to her.
"Heh, you're still a little young to fight me."
Lin Xiaoran was in a good mood. Song Nanwu leaned over to take a look, but she didn't recognize the man and woman in the photo.
"Hey, do you know him?" Lin Xiaoran pointed at the handsome man in the photo and suddenly asked Song Nanwu.
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