Eight hundred years later, Tianshui Lane was demolished, and seven portraits were dug out of a broken wall. There is a circle in the lower left corner of each picture, which is drawn black and fluffy - very much like the enter key that contemporary social animals crazily hit after the last line of code.
Chen Ruotai, a staff member of the Modern Employment Bureau, was forty-three years old. She died in the line of duty (she protected the computer in the intern's arms from running away). When she opened her eyes, she was transformed into the daughter of a tea merchant in the Southern Song Dynasty.
She had wanted to lie flat. When she was three years old, the first time traveler died in front of her - he was tied up and stoned into a river by a local tea shop because he said the word "fried tea" that did not belong to the Southern Song Dynasty.
She was locked up in a firewood shed and given drugs, and she understood one thing: traveling through time was not a fun story, but a fatal outcome. The Southern Song Dynasty was not a safe haven in parallel time and space, but a troubled time. It is the place where the Jin soldiers marched south, the Mongols sharpened their swords, and where a single wrong word sank into the river.
She can't save everyone. But save everyone you can reach out to.
She has developed process thinking, form-filling experience, and window communication skills through the employment bureau for half a lifetime - she opened a "traveler assistance station" in Lin'an: the teahouse is the contact point, the wine shop spreads the news, the glass is used as a token of the hospital, and the maritime trade road paved the way out.
More and more people are helping: Zhao Ruoyan, who was sent north as a sacrifice by her family, Su Baniang, the widow of the Uighur, and the desperate female craftsman, one after another.
She later painted seven portraits. There is a circle in the lower left corner of each frame.
That's not a code. It is her epitaph and the handover explanation she leaves to those who come after her - In the worst of times, some people used the stupidest methods to live out the greatest value. Live, help, and pass on.
The person who drew the circle has been waiting for a lifetime, but there is no response. But that circle, after eight hundred years of wind and rain, fell into the palm of a stranger.
Purpose: Who said time travel can only lead to palace fights? They come from the employment bureau to work, see beautiful men, and babysit through difficult households, and no one is left behind. Not enough? Then spread the stall out to the sea.