Wang Yan's life is smooth, with a nine-to-five job and a good salary, but she always feels that life is like a glass of lukewarm boiled water.
One ordinary late night after working overtime, he smiled bitterly at the pop-up window on his computer that read "You have worked continuously for 365 days" and searched by mistake: "How did ancient people spend their lives?"
The moment he pressed Enter, a slowly rotating cyan vortex appeared above the workstation, gently "swallowing" him inside.
When I opened my eyes again, it was a small water town in the south of the Yangtze River during the Hongzhi period of the Ming Dynasty. He became a young shopkeeper whose parents were both dead and was running a small teahouse that was about to close down. All he had left in his family were three coins, half a house of old books, and a quiet canal outside the window.
