In the autumn of the third year of Jiahe, deep in the Anhui Mountains in the south of Lujiang County, heavy rains for days washed away the gravel road halfway up the mountain. Zhai Aixi lay in the mud, the dull pain in the back of his head had not dissipated, but the white noise preset in the recorder was no longer in his ears, leaving only the patter of rain and the faint barking of dogs in the distance.
She struggled to sit up, her jacket was stained with mud, and the screen of the sports watch on her wrist had long been shattered - this was one of her "foodies" as an Internet celebrity music therapist, and she relied on it to accurately control the audio duration every time she recorded outdoors. But now, the watch stopped at 10:17 a. M., And the scene in front of her instantly made her sober: there was no roar of the rescue helicopter, no familiar climbing rope, only a leaky thatched house with a few strings of dried herbs hanging under the eaves. Standing at the door was a young man wearing coarse short-brown cloth, holding a rusty hatchet in his hand, his eyes full of vigilance.
"Who are you? Why are you wearing such weird clothes?" The young man's accent had a Jiangnan accent, but his words were clear. Zhai Aixi was stunned for a moment before she realized that she might have traveled through time - she had read countless time travel novels in fan messages, but she never thought it would happen to her.
