Don't panic, it's probably a wiring problem and the property management company will take care of it. "Zuoqiu Kasha took out her mobile phone and turned on the flashlight. The light from the screen reflected on the copper stick next to the keyboard, which suddenly reminded her of what Li Yanzhi wrote in the manuscript, "During thunderstorms in the Han Dynasty, people would hide under the eaves for fear of touching the power of heaven." She couldn't help but smile. Just as she was about to pick up the copper stick and look at it again, the phone suddenly vibrated violently, and the light on the screen instantly became dazzling. She closed her eyes subconsciously, and a scorching temperature came from the copper stick in her hand, as if it was melting into the skin.
The voice in my ears suddenly changed. There is no longer the hum of the air conditioner or the discussions of colleagues. Instead, there is noisy human voices and a strange "squeaking" sound, like wood rubbing together. She opened her eyes and found that she was sitting in the mud. She was not wearing an office suit and skirt, but a short brown jacket made of burlap, with grass clippings stained on the collar.
There was a gray sky above, and the rain was still falling, hitting the adobe roof next to it and splashing tiny specks of mud. There was a dirt road not far away, and several people in long-sleeved clothes hurriedly walked by, with hemp ropes tied around their waists and bamboo baskets in their hands. They spoke in words she couldn't understand - not a modern dialect, but a simple accent, a bit like the audio reproduction of the Han Dynasty Mandarin she had heard before, but more vivid and full of fireworks.
"Girl, why are you sitting here in the rain? "An old voice sounded in her ears. Zuochukasa turned her head and saw an old woman in gray clothes, carrying several round things, exuding the fragrance of wheat. The old woman had wrinkles on her face, but her eyes were gentle."
"Luoyang City?"
