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As with all crossings, our story begins at some point...

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Yang Rui sat on the hand-pulled box, leaning weakly against the wall at the entrance of the alley, looking at the depths of the alley with a faint gaze, bright and dark. Until now, he still doesn't know what he gave birth to, or how it was born. Obviously remembering that he had just come out of Wal-Mart's East China headquarters - the purchaser politely refused him - and was in a hurry to take the subway to the train station, and then he answered a phone call, and the noise on the side of the road made him enter this alley. But after the phone was disconnected, it didn't feel right when he walked out of the alley, and the pennant-style signboards and long braids of robes all over the street made him understand that this was not the original world......

After walking in the alley hundreds of times, he still didn't find his way back, and finally he was tired, grabbed his mobile phone, sat at the entrance of the alley, and his head was in chaos, this is not true, he thought. It's not that the crossing should be thunder, flooding, or fogging at the worst, but now there is nothing, I answered a phone call and came over, and those who crossed were either agents or special forces; or a Ph.D. in science and engineering; Either they are revolutionaries who know how to make a revolution and how to fight; Anyway, they are all capable people, with all kinds of miracles, and keep in mind the historical details, and I, just a fruit seller, what are you doing here, selling fruits? Yang Rui thought wildly, but the slanted sunset and hungry stomach reminded him that he should face reality. Finally, he stood up, still trying to find a place to stay, he muttered to himself.

Stood up, carried the bag, pulled up the box, chose a direction at random, missed those robes and braids, walked forward, walked for a while, he hurriedly turned back to the alley, looked around, but did not see the house number, only saw the alley on the archway on the "Ruyili" several traditional characters. I'll be back, he said to himself in his heart.

The street is not too wide, as if it is a narrow road in the old city, there are no high-rise buildings, and there are two- or three-story wooden houses on both sides, hanging all kinds of cloth signs, all of which are vertical traditional characters, some of whom are known and some of whom are not; There were scattered pedestrians on the road, with long robes and short jackets, all of which were braided; From time to time, I ran past the chicken wheelbarrow, the car was full of goods, or it was full of people, and the coachman pushed hard, sweating like rain, and gradually went away with a long breath; The most amazing thing is that he also saw several foreigners on horseback from a distance, dressed in white horses, passing through the intersection in front of him proudly. This can't be in the concession, Yang Rui thought, it seems that the piece that came before is the original concession. Oh my! I actually crossed into the concession, how many years is it now, how many years is 18, and how many years is 19. I really want to catch someone to ask, but I think that I am a person with no identity, and I don't dare to ask, and I don't know how to ask, who is the emperor or how many years is it now? Can you understand the accent? He walked as he thought, and walked very fast. Passing by a pawnshop, he stopped, pulled the chain off his neck, and walked in.

The pawnshop is facing a high cyan wooden platform, on which there are some account books, pen inkstones, abacus, etc., when it is about to close, there are few people in the shop, a few guys are in the platform, or sitting or standing. A courtier saw a foreigner coming, and suddenly had some spirits, straightened up and said hello, but unfortunately Yang Rui didn't understand what he said, so he had to smile at this guy with a small hat on his head and a black face and yellow teeth, and then handed over the gold chain in his hand across the wooden platform, Chao Feng took it and looked at it carefully at the light, and then tested the hardness with his teeth, and finally weighed it with a small scale that he didn't know where to turn it out, and finally said: "A gold chain, seven pieces of eagle ocean, wow?" ”

Yang Rui didn't hear what he said in Shanghainese, it seemed to be an accent from Zhejiang, and he didn't understand it all of a sudden. I only vaguely heard that there seemed to be a seven, but fortunately, Chao Feng said it again, and he finally understood, and gestured: "Seven is too little, at least ten." ”

He understood the Mandarin he spoke, and after a pause, he said in a Jingkou piece with a changing taste: "This master, at most eight yuan, live for three months." With that, he put the chain on the wooden platform.

Seeing this, Yang Rui knew that this was the highest price offered by the other party, and then looked at the size of the pawnshop and the attitude of the court, he felt that this chain might be worth eight yuan in this place, and it was almost evening, where else could he go if he had no money, so he nodded and agreed.

Chao Feng immediately took a piece of yellow paper, splashed ink, and sang while writing: "Enter a gold chain, live as eight eagles, a dime and five cents per month, four cents of rent, and redeem it for three full months within a time limit." "Finished stuffing one of the yellow papers to Yang Rui, and at the same time on the other side of the wooden platform, an account room dialed the abacus, and listened to the sound of money, and threw out eight oceans on the platform, Yang Rui took the ocean, no squeak, just looked at the yellow paper - this is a pawn ticket - the date written in the lower left corner: September 20, the 28th year of Guangxu.

What is the age of Guangxu 28? Yang Rui only remembered that the twentieth year of Guangxu was the First Sino-Japanese Naval Battle, and in 1894 it was eight years, so now it is 19o2, and in another nine years it will be the Xinhai Revolution and the Qing Dynasty will fall. When he came back to his senses, he suppressed his voice that was shaking because of excitement and fear and asked the court, "May I ask where is the hotel here, which is the inn?" Because of his excitement, he said it twice before the other party understood.

Chao Feng shook his head, but the account office that paid the money said that it would be more than two miles to the right when he went out. Out of the pawnshop, Yang Rui finally had a place to stay soon after dark.

The hotel is a bit in the alley, and you can't see the sign when it's dark, the door is not big, and there are not many rooms. But the boss is enthusiastic, and at the same time there is a noodle restaurant next door to eat, thinking that you may not be able to find other places to stay, and you can only stay here. Arranged is a single room, on the second floor, but there is no bathroom, the boss said that the thatched house is in the west of the courtyard downstairs, the large to the thatched house, the small room has a night pot, the bath is not, only said that there is a bathhouse across the street can be washed. The room is tidy, and the quilt provided by the hotel is also very clean, but there is always a smell of rotten wood in the room that makes people uncomfortable, so that when the waiter - it is estimated that it is the boss's wife - after laying out the quilt and turning on the kerosene lamp, Yang Rui still stood at the door and did not go in, the black corridor, the dim room, the swaying lights, the creaking sound of the floor during the corridor, he thought to himself, it would not be a chat.

In the late autumn of 19o2, in the small hotel of the Shanghai Concession, under the light of the kerosene lamp, Yang Rui's mind calmed down a little, and he began to organize his thoughts, drawing on a notepad, thinking about what to do next.

Whether I can go back is uncertain.,I vaguely remember that I was walking back and forth in the alley when I answered the phone in the afternoon.,And then the phone suddenly broke off.,There seems to be a light in the corner of the eye.,And then the phone has no signal.,It's like coming around.。 Did you touch something and then cross, or did you encounter something crossing? Can the former be touched again, and can the latter be met again? Maybe I won't be able to go back, but I still have to go to that alley every day, at that time of crossing -- 4:56 p.m. -- the time on the call record on my mobile phone.

Now I only have seven yuan and nine corners, five points for living in the hotel, and six points for the shredded meat noodles for dinner, so that I have to spend the least five corners and three points every day, and I can spend twelve days a day to spend six corners. It's best to find a job, what to do, I'm a fruit seller, although the university is a business, but in this era is easy to use, if it's science and engineering, then the situation is different, English is level four, the oral is too poor, German learned for a year, simple conversations, but if you do a clerical job, who will use a person with no education, no identity and no guarantee, it is said that apprentices in this era have to be guaranteed.

Legitimate work is hopeless for a while, and illegal oneself will not either, not an agent, nor a special soldier, has no strength to rob, and does not know much about historical events, so there is no way to fool anyone and exploit the loopholes of history. Hey, you can't go to pull the cart and carry the sack, Yang Rui's head is starting to get bigger.

What else do he have, a laptop, two mobile phones - the frequency of phone calls has forced him to carry two mobile phones, a camera, a few orange samples, an electronic scale, a sugar meter, fruit cards, and the rest is clothes. There is also a pull box, which is full of things used in college, miscellaneous, most of them are textbooks - these are the things that have been put in the same school after leaving Shanghai, and this time they want to bring back to their hometown, these either can't be taken out, or they are not valuable, the only valuable thing is a notebook and mobile phone, but how can there be electricity here, if you want to have electricity, you have to wait at least until the Xinhai year. The mobile phone is electric, but the battery of the laptop is basically not available - last night he fell asleep with the notebook, because the power interface was on the side of the notebook, in order to put it on the side of the bed he unplugged the power cord, and then fell asleep without turning off the notebook, and the natural electricity ran out - these things are valuable if they have electricity, if there is no electricity, it is not a plastic shell, who would want this thing?

Thinking of this, Yang Rui's heart became more and more upset, he stood up and walked back and forth a few steps, the old-fashioned wooden floor was trampled on, he had to stop, walked to the window and pushed it open, the window was facing north, as soon as it was opened, a cold wind rushed in, and the flame of the oil lamp also swayed vigorously in the cold wind, as if dancing wildly. Outside the window, the night was thick, the sky was moonless, and the stars looked unusually bright, just like what I had seen when I went to the ravine to harvest fruits; The lights in the distance are bright, if the direction has not changed, it should be Nanjing Road, no, according to the old movie, it is called Avenida de la Avenue. At this time, there are very few pedestrians on the street downstairs, and the wheelbarrow I saw during the day is also gone, but from time to time there are some calls with dialect charm, and it is estimated that whose parents are calling their children home. Go home and go home, hey, can I still go home? I'd better live it first!

Identity is a big problem, if you don't have an identity, you can't have a job, and if you don't have a job, you can't wait until the day you go back, and of course you may not be able to go back at all. identity, but also to make up a said past identity. Thinking about it, he found all the things marked that did not belong to the current time, tickets, train tickets, tickets, renminbi, the colophon of university textbooks with the publication date and the preface, all of which were burned, and the ID card was left, but the font on it was also scratched off, and if he went back, he could still read the card electronically, change the time and set the password on his mobile phone. He thought, even if I have nothing to prove my identity, there must be nothing that will negate my identity.

After tossing, it was already nine o'clock in the evening, Yang Rui and his clothes were lying on the bed, the daytime was too exciting, too tossed, the smell of dry straw and the soft quilt made the body and mind that was too nervous during the day suddenly relaxed, he fell on the bed tired for a while and came up, and soon fell asleep. That night he had a dream: he dreamed of a huge square, the square was full of people, the black pressure could not see the edge, the head of the square was a magnificent ancient city tower, the city tower was covered with a red carpet, it was also full of people, under the eaves hung a row of big red lanterns, there was a tall man standing in the front, as if he was talking, but he could not hear what he was saying. As soon as he finished speaking, the square immediately boiled, with thunderous cheers and flags, as if the heavens and the earth were trembling...... Dreaming of this, Yang Rui showed a smile on his face and fell asleep deeply.