After Living for a Thousand Years, I Met Myself on the Street

On the day I left my job, I wished my boss "good luck" when I went out, but the retribution was too quick and I was transported to ancient times by a truck. There is no system, no grandfather, and no portable space. Except for the mangy dog ​​in my arms, I only have one "immortality card" in my hand that cannot die. Inventing and generating income in ancient times? The government will teach you what "salt and iron official camp" means, and what "those who use profit will die". Want to dominate the country? I watched three generations of emperors turn into withered bones with my own eyes, and I was still hiding in Tibet in order to find a way to lead the way. Immortality is not a treat, it is a wear and tear that spans thousands of years. I forgot my parents' faces, what my cell phone looked like, and how I once lived in an air-conditioned room. A thousand years later, when I returned to that familiar street covered in dust, I saw that young man. He was rubbing his eyes, cursing and walking out of the office building, ready to welcome the fate-changing "luck". I thought this was a reincarnation of redemption. But when I stepped forward with tears in my eyes, fate showed me the cruelest sneer.