Elite men's time travel through ancient times

A piece of pure white cloud floated in the blue sky, and the breeze passed by gently, bringing fresh air.The crisp chirping of birds not far away added a burst of vitality to the tranquility.

In this peaceful environment, in a dilapidated courtyard, one big and one small are silently confronting each other.

On one side was a child less than ten years old, dressed in ragged clothes, with a thin and dark face, staring at a pair of big vigilant eyes, and holding a hatchet that was so rusty that it couldn't even kill a chicken.Standing behind the child was a child who was younger than him, who looked about one year old, and was hugging the child's calf tightly, looking timidly at the opposite side with a pair of big eyes that protruded because of his thinness.

The other party is a young man, 1.8 meters tall, who looks very strong.It's just that at this time his handsome face was pale and colorless, and he was sitting on the ground as if his feet were injured and he couldn't stand up.

The confrontation between the two sides ended in a strange "cuckoo".

It was the sound of the stomach when I was hungry.The child seemed to be familiar with this voice, first he looked down at the little one holding his leg, and said something that Yang Fan couldn't understand.The little boy shook his head obediently, and then the child looked at Yang Fan with a dark face in doubt.

That's right, it was the handsome guy Yang Fan who made the sound of "cuckling" in his stomach.Along with his stomach growling, Yang Fan felt unbearable hunger.

The child looked at Yang Fan's pale face, and finally spoke to him.

"We didn't have anything to eat either."

After finishing speaking, the child seemed to confirm that Yang Fan was not threatening, picked up the little boy and ran into the house with the hatchet in his arms, and then slammed the door behind him.The stunned handsome Yang was left behind.

The autumn wind rolled the fallen leaves and blew slowly. Yang Fan, who was sitting on the ground, was so lonely that he wanted to cry.

After a while, Yang Fan came back to his senses and rubbed his forehead, finally couldn't help cursing: "shit!"

After a long time, he sighed.He checked his right foot, lifted his trousers, and saw a bruise oozing blood.

Yang Fan endured the pain and checked the bones. Fortunately, the bones were not broken.Unfortunately, he sprained his foot.Her ankle, which was swollen into a big steamed bun, was excruciatingly painful when she moved it.

After checking other parts of his body, Yang Fan found two more injuries.One is on the right shoulder, the same purple-black.There is also a forehead, which is bleeding.

The injury on his body made Yang Fan a little concerned, because before he lost consciousness, he felt his forehead hit something, and his right foot was also pressed by something.

The two injuries coincided, that is to say, the bullet train had indeed derailed, and he was injured as a result.

Then, how did he end up in such a place?

Yang Fan has carefully observed the yard just now, the small yard of twenty square meters is very messy.Dilapidated farm tools, dry straw, and dead branches piled together.And this house in front of me—if it could be called a house at all.

The earthen walls were eroded by wind and rain, and there was not much white ash left, and a piece of the upper right corner near the roof collapsed.The blue tiles on the roof are sparse, and there are holes in several places.

Is such a dilapidated building that he can't believe is still a house?

Thinking back to those two skinny and distressing children, and the clothes on them.Yang Fan sighed - if he hadn't gone crazy and had hallucinations, then he had time-traveled? !

Don't wonder how the elites who are busy working every day know the word "travel".Now time-travel dramas are flooding the TV screens, even if he doesn't like watching TV dramas, he can't stand the promotion of his colleagues around him.Occasionally when you watch TV and switch channels, you will accidentally switch to glance, right?

Finally, there is another point that Yang Fan just discovered is wrong.He remembered that it should be winter now, the heater was turned on in the car, and he took off his coat and only wore a sweater.But here, the temperature is obviously still very warm.There were a few leaves hanging from the branches overhanging the yard, but the rest had fallen—it was only autumn at this point.

So, did he really time travel?

Yang Fan, who came to this conclusion, didn't care about his demeanor or self-cultivation, and directly raised his middle finger to God.

【End of this chapter】