The good-for-nothing Xiaotian, who was unemployed just after graduation and was so worried that he was pulling his hair at home, was thrown into ancient times by the author who was also unemployed just after graduation and was so worried that he could only pull his hair at home. It was euphemistically called going to the countryside for transformation. So, our story begins...
"Can't you write about modern times? After all, I can still find my way home by touching the road signs after I go out!" Xiaotian sat on the stone steps and licked the popsicle in his hand.
"No, I've wanted to write about time travel for a long time, a long time..." A certain person who was also sitting on the stone steps looked into the sky...
"Then please be gentle. I just came out of the fourth hospital. I'm afraid no one will watch if I get sick." He continued to lick the popsicle.
"Yeah." A certain force nodded.
Xiaotian stood up, threw away the finished popsicle stick, patted the dust on his butt, and said to the still-sitting Youzuo: "Then I'm leaving, and I'll bring you the souvenirs when I come back!" After that, he turned around and left...
After a long time, a certain Zuo stood up, looked at the gradually shrinking figure, and said softly: "I don't want the local specialties anymore. I have no intention of letting you come back at all..."
The back figure disappeared in the afterglow of the sunset...
The story is fictitious... The characters are fictitious... And the brain is still being identified... Maybe one day the first-generation head will freeze... Be careful, be careful...