The light in the library basement is perpetually half-dead, and the air smells of dust and moldy old paper. I, Zhou Yang, was yawning in front of a moth-eaten ancient book, mentally calculating whether the money from my part-time job this month would be enough to buy my mother a course of medicine. On the screen of the mobile phone was a text message from her mother: "Yangyang, you still have your medicine, don't worry. Focus on your studies."
When I looked at that line of words, I felt like a stone was weighing on my heart. The medicine is running out and the money is running out.
I pushed away the book in front of me in annoyance, and reached for the basket of donations waiting to be sorted next to me. It was said to be a basket of Song Dynasty coins. His fingers were fiddled with a pile of cold and rough copper coins, and suddenly, his fingertips touched a different one.
A "Jingkang Tongbao". It's in very good condition, but strangely, it doesn't feel cold to the touch, but rather warm, as if someone has held it tightly.
"It's interesting." I muttered, subconsciously rubbing the words engraved on it with my thumb.
The moment the fingertips crossed the last stroke of the word "" - buzz!
It's not a sound, it's like my whole head was stuffed into a clock and struck hard! Everything in front of me - the bookshelf, the computer, the dim lights - was twisted and shattered like a broken mirror! The huge noise came like a tsunami, and the sound of sellers, cars and horses, and incomprehensible shouts instantly drowned me!
I suddenly found myself standing in the middle of a completely unfamiliar ancient street! The bluestone road, the wooden house, and the crowds of people in ancient costumes stared at my T-shirt and jeans like a monster.
"Hallucination? Dream?" Extreme panic made my whole body stiff. I pinched my thigh hard and it was in severe pain! Not a dream!
