A commercial street near the Academy of Fine Arts.
This street is quite old and still has brick walls and bluestone streets.
On this street, there is a jewelry store and a stationery store.
The two stores are only separated by a wall.
It was a time when the sun was shining brightly and there was no one on the street, so no one noticed that there was a crease on the wall.
It's like a huge mirror has been placed here.
The walls at the folds are superfluous and crazily squeezed to both sides.
The road was squeezed and began to deform, the shops on both sides also began to deform, and even the doors became strange shapes.
The owners of the two stores, Ren Jiu, were lying under the fan and fell asleep without any notice.
Soon, a glass door and a plaque with the words "Painting and Calligraphy of the Waning Moon" also grew out of the folds on both sides.
A store was squeezed in between two stores.
With it as the center, the surrounding buildings and roads began to seek to return to their normal appearance and align themselves automatically.
This process is like a ripple, spreading out in a circle until it reaches the entire city.
All the buildings and roads took small steps to make room for the sudden addition of a building.
For such a big city, such a small shop is so insignificant, and after the ripples pass, it is perfectly accommodated into its own "body".
Still no one noticed.
At dusk, a black and red police car drove up, attracting many people to look up.
The police car stopped at the entrance of "Wan Yue Painting and Calligraphy" for a few seconds. The back door opened and a young man got out.
He looks in his early twenties and wears a long windbreaker. He looks elegant, easy-going, and handsome.
Liu Xiao quickly looked around after getting out of the car, and when the policeman driving the car came to him, he quickly pretended to be confused.
He is not from this world. The time traveled was this morning, from a place called Earth.
Before time travel, his name was Liu Xiao, his profession was a calligraphy and painting restorer, and he was already in his third year of study.
He was an art student born in a small county town. He was born low-born, and because he did not study culture, he was not popular. He often received some bad comments in the village.
Until he was admitted to graduate school and became a professional calligraphy and painting restorer.
In addition, media reports on cultural relic restorers brought this profession into the public eye, and he was able to stand out.
Unexpectedly, just when life was getting better, I would leave the world I had lived in for more than 20 years.
No goodbyes, no one noticed.
He also thought about the reason for time travel, but had no clue.
On this day, he was supposed to be repairing a fake "Thousand Miles of Rivers and Mountains" in the school studio, but for some reason, he fell asleep.
When I woke up, I was on the road. It looked like a car accident scene.
There are many onlookers.
After experiencing the initial panic and fright, he calmed down and confirmed the fact that he had traveled through time from the changes in his appearance.
What makes it difficult for him to deal with is that although he can recognize the words and use the language here, he has no memory of this world.
The body's language and writing skills were inherited, but the memory was not inherited.
I searched my pockets all over my body and found that they were cleaner than my face. There was nothing to prove my identity.
At the police station, or law enforcement bureau in this world language.
After the police confirmed that the car accident was not serious and Liu Xiao was not seriously injured, they unanimously concluded that he was faking amnesia.
There are no videos or mobile phones, indicating that the technology here is slightly behind.
It also shows that there is no evidence.
Liu Xiao had no choice but to prepare to start from scratch, and then told her real name.
Fortunately, this is a world that is quite similar to its previous life in terms of race, appearance, culture and history, so this name is very common.
Unexpectedly, the Law Enforcement Bureau found a shop by name.
At this moment, Liu Xiao found a key from his originally empty pocket.
A key appears out of thin air!
The police checked the information and found that he was 22 years old, male, and the shop was registered as a shop, mainly engaged in the sale of sundries and the restoration of paintings and calligraphy.
The professions are exactly the same.
After hearing about the main business at the end, Liu Xiao nodded awkwardly and admitted that it was him while holding the key that suddenly appeared in his pocket.
It was already sunset after the matter was settled, and the Law Enforcement Bureau sent him over in a humanitarian spirit.
"Do you remember it?"
The policeman who was driving took out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it, and then handed one over, but did not hide the sarcasm in his tone.
In his heart, he despises this kind of person very much, a guy who owns a shop and relies on extortion to get money.
If it weren't for insufficient evidence, he would never let such a person leave the law enforcement bureau casually.
Liu Xiao shook his head: "Thank you, I don't smoke."
The young policeman didn't really intend to give it, so Liu Xiao just shook his head and then retreated.
"It seems that there are some impressions."
Not wanting to admit that he was a blackmailer, Liu Xiao had no choice but to follow through on his amnesia.
The policeman sneered, pointed at the locked glass door with his chin, and motioned for Liu Xiao to open the door.
Liu Xiao took out the key from his pocket and held it in his hand.
If this key that appears out of nowhere cannot open the door, then you really have to start from scratch.
Started by busking on the street and helping people paint.
The fact is that begging is impossible.
The door has a simple carved wooden handle, low-transparency glass, a plaque full of age, four vigorous characters, and no signature.
Today I really feel like I am having a hard time waking up from a dream.
"Where can I wake up tonight? On the bank of willows, with the dawn wind and the waning moon."
His name is Liu Xiao, and he has always hoped to have a studio of his own. He has already thought of a name for it, called "Wan Yue Painting and Calligraphy".
Today, it came true.
Although he didn't know who helped him, he knew that there must be some deep reason behind his time traveling.
The key is slowly inserted into the keyhole without any awkward feeling.
Liu Xiao was nervous and subconsciously raised her hand to adjust her glasses.
However, I felt nothing, and then I remembered that this body was not short-sighted.
Not only is he not nearsighted, but his eyesight is very good.
Turn the key with slight force.
Whether you sleep on the street tonight or live in a 200-square-meter shop, it all depends on this.
Click.
The key turned smoothly, the spring sounded, and the lock tongue retracted.
This means that this key was given to me on purpose, and it also means that this store was also given to me on purpose.
It further illustrates that my own time travel was also arranged!
But who is it?
And why do this?
Because the original owner of this body is dead? Or does it mean that he must be himself to help the other party complete something?
Liu Xiao let out a breath, like a sigh.
Then he raised his left hand to pull the door open without opening it.
The keyhole is on the right half of the door, so only the right half of the door can be opened after unlocking, while the left side is fixed by two upper and lower pull pins.
Seeing Liu Xiao open the door, the young policeman's face became even more disdainful.
He said "goodbye", flicked the cigarette holder away, got in the car and left.
Liu Xiao frowned and stepped forward to stamp out the cigarette butt.
As a person who lives among piles of paper all year round, he cannot see open fire.
Liu Xiao returned to the door of the store and did not rush in. Instead, she carefully looked at the furnishings in the store.
On the left hand side against the wall, closest to the store door is a long table with receipts, ledgers and other items, and a business license hanging on the wall next to it.
Against the wall on the right are the stairs leading to the second floor.
In addition, most of the walls inside are filled with paints and brushes as long as they are within reach, and the prices are also marked.
Boxed oil acrylic paints, gouache paints, ink bottles of various colors, etc. are all available.
All kinds of paintbrushes, brushes, hard pens.
Paper, silk, calligraphy and painting are also gathered together.
Liu Xiao hadn't painted for a long time, and seeing such a wide range of paints made her feel kind of warm.
Restoration of calligraphy and painting is an extremely time-consuming task.
The restoration of a calligraphy and painting is done on a monthly basis, and I often spend a whole day at my desk.
All cultural relic restorers have bad backs, and back pain is considered an occupational disease in this profession.
So Liu Xiao didn’t have time to paint again after working.
Climb the wooden stairs to the second floor.
The first floor is a little cramped because it is filled with merchandise, but the second floor is the complete opposite, much more empty.
It is simply Liu Xiao’s ideal studio.
The most eye-catching place in the middle is a table four meters long and two meters wide. The top is red and a piece of glass of the same size is pressed on it.
There is a shelf on the stairs with several pots of flowers placed on it.
There are two desks by the window in the distance, with various tools placed on them. There is a stove for boiling water next to them, and some coal is piled in the corner.
The surrounding windowless walls are all nailed with wooden boards. The surfaces of the wooden boards are extremely smooth, with almost no gaps between them.
There is also one bedroom, one bathroom, and no kitchen.
Compared with the outside work area, the bedroom is much smaller, with only a bed, a wardrobe and a bedside table.
Although the bed is not two hundred square meters, it is enough. There is no need to sleep on the street tonight.
But this strong, disconnected feeling of strangeness gave him an indescribable feeling in his heart.
Mixed with reluctance, loss, sorrow, depression...
The name of this feeling is homesickness.
He has been away from home for many years. Although he is not married, he still has his parents at home.
Liu Xiao sat on the bed, pinched her eyebrows with her hands, and made up her mind.
No matter who caused all this, all the losses will be recovered from him in the end.
And now since I can't go back for the time being, let's live a good life here first.
Moreover, such a strange thing happened to me, indicating that there may be something unusual in this world.
But until now, there has been no supernatural appearance. Either they have not been encountered yet, or they are all hiding in the dark.
So the first thing now is to understand the background of the world and make preparations in advance. It is better than being panicked and having no idea when the time comes.
Secondly, think about what caused the time travel.
What Liu Xiao doubts most now is that painting!
That fake "Thousand Miles of Rivers and Mountains"!
Because although that painting is also called "Thousand Miles of Rivers and Mountains" and uses bright turquoise, the content in the painting is not a copy.
The landscapes, portraits, and rural customs in the paintings are all completely different.
There is also the title and postscript.
After Wang Ximeng completed the painting, the authentic "Thousand Miles of Rivers and Mountains" was awarded by Song Huizong to Cai Jing, the prime minister of the dynasty. Cai Jing, as the first collector of this painting, wrote an inscription on the painting.
The inscription and postscript clearly stated that Song Huizong recommended Wang Ximeng to paint, which also left Wang Ximeng, an unknown figure in history, his only name in the history books.
In the fake copy Liu Xiao got, the inscription and postscript were half-written, as if they were written by a modern person.
Very low level.
He read it once and then fell asleep. Now he can only remember the beginning.
"The extremes of heaven and earth are called eight directions, one is fantasy, the second is persistence, the third is humiliation, the fourth is ambition, the fifth is shortcut, the sixth is extravagant hope, the seventh is obsession, and the eighth is reality..."
It started with four words, and he read it carefully at the time, so he memorized it. However, the following content was too confusing to read, and he didn't know how to break sentences, so he didn't remember it.
If it is really related to this passage, then the painting must be recovered.
But there is no car accident scene. There are two possibilities, either it is in other places, or it has traveled to another time, or the other is that the painting has not traveled through time.
In other words, if it has nothing to do with the painting, then we need to re-examine what happened at that time.
On the first floor, Liu Xiao took a pen and paper and wrote down the passage, checked it was correct and read it in a low voice.
After waiting for a minute, nothing changed.
Frustrated, he crumpled the paper into a ball and threw it away.
Not long after, he picked up the ball of paper again, lit it with a match found on the second floor, and burned it to ashes.
It is better to keep this kind of words in your own heart.
When I signed at the Law Enforcement Bureau at noon, I almost wrote words from my past life.
This little accident gave him a reminder.
Be careful to hide your identity.
Remember that you are a person in this world now.
The sun sets over the west mountain, and only the silhouettes of several taller buildings in the distance remain.
Liu Xiao locked the door and went out to walk around and get to know the situation around his residence.
Next door is a university called "Jinluo Academy of Fine Arts".
One block away is a snack street.
Suffering from empty pockets, I can only look at it from a distance.
Liu Xiao felt depressed, why could the store be prepared for him and the keys be given to him out of thin air, but some external things could not be given to him.
Is it possible that this store also appeared out of thin air, and giving money will affect the currency system of this world?
Go to bed with doubts and prepare to think about making money tomorrow. This chapter has been completed!