Christ-Li Fugui 1

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Publish Date: 2006-09-01
Features: "I am an ordinary person. I just got into university this year. As an ordinary student, I enjoy military and history, but not to the point of obsession. After all, under the pressure of college entrance exams, I didn’t have much energy for hobbies. In short, I am an ordinary person." was talking to himself. He was so verbose in introducing himself because he needed to organize his thoughts at that moment—expressing what was on his mind would make it more coherent. was sitting on a deserted hillside, with a small village in the distance, consisting of dilapidated thatched houses. The farmers had shaved heads in front and long braids behind, similar to the characters in Return of the Condor Heroes. However, clearly remembered that the night before, he had been drinking with his classmates at a food stall until late, went home without changing his clothes, and fell asleep headfirst. Why, then, had he woken up lying on the grass, surrounded by so many strange people? At first, suspected he was dreaming. After slapping himself hard a few times, he still couldn’t be entirely sure—not because the slap didn’t hurt (his cheek was still swollen now)—but because he had never dreamed of slapping himself before. Whether the saying that hitting oneself in a dream wouldn’t hurt was true was still uncertain. After reviewing the events of the previous night, suddenly slapped his forehead: "Wait, last night I dreamed of a blue light—this must be the blue light that brought me to this era!" The truth was harsh: the "time travel" scenario from TV and movies had finally happened to him. Since he had now determined how he had returned to the past, the next question was what to do next. Ever since waking up,’s stomach had been rumbling. However, before looking for food, he should think carefully about his current situation. Judging by the surrounding vegetation, it was spring—just as it had been when he arrived. That was good, at least he wouldn’t have to worry about staying warm for now. He checked his pockets and found nothing but clothes, a harmonica, an electric razor with a razor head, and a quartz watch., there was nothing else. Seeing the razor head,, who had some knowledge of history, suddenly realized he needed to shave: as far as he knew, the Qing Dynasty had the saying "leave your hair or lose your head."’s hair was already quite long, so after tying it up with a piece of yarn from his sweater, it roughly formed a braid. After dressing himself up, started walking toward the small village at the foot of the hill. He had originally wanted to be more cautious, but he was too hungry to wait. As got closer to the farmers, his disappointment grew. The farmers also stopped what they were doing and watched the outsider warily. knew his attire must look very strange to them, but he couldn’t care less right now. He nodded and bowed toward an older farmer. When he got closer, he couldn’t help but sigh inwardly—this was what true famine looked like. On TV...