Elite men's time travel through ancient times

"Chirp chirp chirp..." The crisp bird song came from a distant place, and then it became clearer and clearer.The dull pain in his head was a little sluggish, and Yang Fan finally opened his eyes after his consciousness gradually regained consciousness.

There are a few white clouds floating in the blue sky, the gentle breeze blows by, and the sound of leaves "rustling" can be heard in my ears.In such a quiet atmosphere, a small voice suddenly came from next to my ear: "%#@￥%*."

Because of the pain, his head seemed to slow down, and Yang Fan couldn't hear what the other party said clearly.It's just a conditioned reflex to get up and turn his head to look in the direction of the sound, but he just moved, and a severe dizziness came, Yang Fan's upper body's hands softened, and the whole person fell to the ground again.

Lying down on the ground, after a while of dizziness, Yang Fan relieved his dizziness, and then opened his eyes again.This time he didn't dare to make any big moves, but slowly turned his head to look in the direction of the sound.

Then he saw a thin child holding a rusty hatchet, standing five or six steps away from him, watching him vigilantly.

What surprised Yang Fan was not the child's guard against him, but the child's clothes.Although it is very worn out, the original outline can still be seen - the navy blue cotton clothes and pants are very similar to the short brown cloth clothes worn by ancient people in the movie.

Yang Fan blinked, his mind was in chaos, but the current situation did not allow him to think too much.For the safety of his life, he said to the child, "I'm not a bad person..."

Yang Fan was startled when he spoke, his voice was hoarse and ugly, and he sounded very weak.

The child didn't seem to understand what he was saying, with a puzzled look on his face.But because of Yang Fan's weakness, he felt relieved.

"%#@￥%*."

The child said something again, but Yang Fan still didn't understand: "What did you say?"

The child was silent for a while, then spoke again.This time Yang Fan understood, he asked: "Who are you? What are you doing at my house?"

Putonghua with a strong accent seems to be rarely spoken, so the pronunciation is jerky and the speech is very slow.Yang Fan's chaotic head took a while to recognize the whole sentence.

Is this a remote mountainous area?It seems that the child speaks Mandarin very badly.Yang Fan ignored the strangeness in his heart, slowed down his speech, and said almost word by word: "My name is Yang Fan, and I am on a business trip in City A. Is this City A?"

"City A?" the child repeated, his face full of doubts: "I haven't heard of it."

During the difficult conversation with the child, Yang Fan regained some strength and slowly sat up from the ground.The child immediately became nervous, grasping the hatchet in his hand tightly, and staring at Yang Fan with a pair of big eyes on his dark face.

Yang Fan, who was treated like a bad guy for the first time, was a little dumbfounded, and comforted him: "Don't be afraid, I'm not a bad guy."

Speaking of which, Yang Fan pointed to his leg. From just now, he felt the tingling pain from his right calf: "I was injured, and I am very weak now. You have a weapon, so I can't hurt you."

After a while, the child who understood what he meant nodded, and was about to say something when there was a sound behind him.

The two looked in the direction of the sound at the same time - the closed door behind the child was opened, and a thin head poked out.

The child ran over in a hurry after seeing it, said something that Yang Fan didn't understand, and then picked up the child behind the door.

It was a child about one year old. Surprisingly, the clothes on his body were clean, and so was his face.It's just too thin, without any flesh, and the protruding pair of big eyes looks a bit scary.Yang Fan looked shocked.

The child hugged the little child, as if trying to comfort him.Yang Fan noticed that he was very vigilant. When he was coaxing the child, he kept paying attention to Yang Fan, holding the hatchet tightly in his hand.It seems that as long as there is a slight change in Yang Fan, he will jump over and give him a knife.

Being stared at like this, the big man Yang Fan couldn't help being a little terrified.If he is not injured, he is not afraid of this threat.He has learned taekwondo and insists on exercising every day, and he can knock down three or five big men.But now he has no strength, dizziness, and injured feet.The child's rusty hatchet was really a threat to him.

Thinking of him as a majestic man, he was actually reduced to being threatened by a child who was not as tall as his chest.Yang Fan couldn't help sighing—what the hell is going on?

Isn't he on the train?Why did you come to this broken yard as soon as you opened your eyes, and met such a broken child?

If it is a dream, it is too real, right?The pain in his leg didn't seem like a dream!

But it's not a dream, such a weird thing can happen, where the hell is this... Wait, speaking of moving trains.He remembered that before he lost consciousness... the train derailed? !

Yang Fan's pupils shrank, and a crazy idea ran out of his mind.

【End of this chapter】

Dangdang, two meeting birds~