Yang Lin had a dream.

In his dream, he saw the mountain where he lived when he was a child, the dilapidated Taoist temple, and the withered poplar tree...

The snow-white-bearded old Taoist looked at him practicing with a smile, and the little yellow dog kept having fun around his feet...

On the hillside with wild grass, there is a lonely tomb with dead leaves circling, and the old Taoist is sleeping underground...

He carried his bag and turned around step by step. The desolate mountains, the dilapidated Taoist temples, and the withered poplar trees were getting farther and farther behind him...

The colorful neon lights and the bustling city are like mirages floating in the clouds, unable to touch...

Beautiful beauty, handsome handsome man, flashing shots, messy props, hanging Wia...

The child standing stupidly on the road, the speeding car, the violent impact, the suffocation like a mountain pressing down, endless nothingness, infinite darkness, boundless despair...

The past is like a movie, one scene after another, one clip, flashing in my mind, becoming more and more blurred, faster and faster...

"ah!"

Yang Lin suddenly woke up from his dream, feeling his heart beating rapidly, as if he wanted to break free from his restraints, jumped out of his chest, sweating all over his body, and his mouth and tongue were dry.

With a "bang", a big hand slapped his head hard. A low male voice seemed to suppress his tone and cursed hoarsely: "Shaozi! What's the name of a ghost? I want to kill everyone!"

This made Yang Lin dizzy and turned his head in a daze.

In the dark woods, five or six people were lying low in the grass, including men and women, but they were not old. Then the hazy moonlight looked at the man standing with his eyebrows behind him, and the slap he had just now was obviously the one who hit him.

But, where is this? Who is this person?

He was brave and rescued a little boy from under the speeding wheels, but he was hit and flew out.

Why did you get here in the blink of an eye? What's the situation? Amn't you dead?

Yang Lin was a little confused.

A woman in her thirties next to her seemed to blame the man for taking action hard, and complained: "You can't be gentle when you attack me? Look at this guy who is thin, don't beat him at all."

The man dared not refute and muttered in a low voice: "Who made him scream? So loud, if the martial arts master comes, it will be a big trouble."

What's the thing? And the martial arts?

Yang Lin's scalp was numb, Oh my God, what's going on?

Just as he was about to ask clearly, the man pressed Yang Lin's head into the grass and whispered: "Here's here!" Everyone lay on the ground together, not daring to breathe.

There were "rustling" footsteps outside the woods in the distance, and the light of several flashlights shone everywhere.

After a while, the footsteps gradually faded away and everything returned to quiet.

The man said, "This squad has been patrolling. It will take fifteen minutes for the next squad. Everyone move quickly and hurry up." He stood up first, carried a big bag on his back and ran out.

The remaining few people also packed a lot and followed them out of the woods in a row.

The woman turned around and saw Yang Lin lying blankly on the spot. She grabbed his arm and urged: "It's not too hurry up, it's too late."

Yang Lin was pulled by her in a daze and ran a few steps, asking, "What are you doing?"

The woman didn't look back and said, "Are you sleeping stupidly? Go to Hong Kong!"

Yang Lin felt a "boom" in his head and was completely stunned.

I once remembered that after the master passed away, I was confused for a while. The vast crowd was full of people, and I didn’t know where the future was.

At that time, "swimming to Xiangjiang" was very popular, and Yang Lin had this idea. But when things came to an end, he changed his mind.

Because when we arrived in Xiangjiang, the citizens of Xiangjiang were willing to guarantee you so that you could get the right to residency, otherwise you would have to be deported. There were more than tens of thousands of people who had swim, and few could be left behind. Even if we stayed, most of them became "black households", unable to find a formal job, wandering around, doing everything for life.

Yang Lin was alone, with only one old master dependent on each other, so where could any relatives defect to him? So he turned around, boarded the train to the north, went to the capital to work hard, and later moved to Hengdian. After going through ups and downs, he went from doing odd jobs to self-study to becoming a director, and finally owned his own small film and television company.

That year, I vaguely remember that it was 1983, when he was eighteen years old.

Could it be that a car accident has turned back time and brought myself back to more than 20 years ago?

I was hit by a car the moment before, and then I swam to Xiangjiang the next moment...

Such a strange scene reminded Yang Lin of a popular word: time travel!

Generally speaking, there are two ways of expressing time. First, go back to a certain time node that has been experienced. Second, resurrect the soul by borrowing a corpse and possessing the soul on others.

I just arrived at the field in my previous life and gave up. I had never seen these people before, nor had I stayed in this woods. This made Yang Lin a little confused. Could he belong to the latter?

When he came to his senses, the woman had already pulled through a barbed wire and came to a small river.

I once heard that before the reform and opening up, especially in that special period, countless people swam across this river to pursue the legendary happy life. Looking at this small river that was legendary by countless "swimming enthusiasts", Yang Lin retreated.

When I went to Xiangjiang, I had no relatives and friends, no household registration, and my future was bleak. Instead, I stayed here, and the spring breeze in the southern tour was rushing, and the whole country's economy was taking off, and I had a lot of opportunities to make a fortune. I didn't go to Xiangjiang in my previous life, but went north to the capital. Later, I went to Hengdian to work hard and had my own film and television company. "Smuggling" over Xiangjiang was simply easy to give up and difficult to get.

While hesitating, several beams of light suddenly projected over, and a messy sound rang out.

"stop!"

"Don't run, run and shoot!"

The border guards discovered them.

The woman screamed and ran towards the river.

Yang Lin was desperate. He was arrested for "smuggling" and was not sentenced to at least three or five years. He didn't want to travel through time and still had to be imprisoned.

There was nothing I could do, so I bit the bullet and followed those people and got into the water.

Wu Jing chased him to the river, took a flashlight, shouted a few times, then retreated and ignored them. I don’t know how many times he experienced in such a scene, and he was already commonplace, so he didn’t take it seriously.

Yang Lin sighed depressedly. Since he could not turn back, he could only move forward bravely. The river water was slightly cool, and swimming around this circle would not only strengthen the body, but also relieve heat and relieve heat.

Under the moonlight, the river surface was rippling, and small black dots were on the river water like jade belt

It floats and sinks in the interior, and swims towards the other side of dreams.

This small river is only twenty or thirty meters wide, and you will swim to the other side in a while.

Everyone was resting on the shore. Yang Lin took off his clothes and wrinkled them. He stood by the river and looked at them in the moonlight. His black eyebrows and eyes were covered with foreskin, but his skin was smooth and tender, and his face was full of youth. He was indeed the self he was young. He let out a sigh of relief. If he "traveled through" and said to others, it would be awkward.

The people were very excited and kept saying, "Xiangjiang, we are in Xiangjiang!"

Xiangjiang is the legendary heavenly place.

Only then did Yang Lin look at them.

Except for the big man who slapped him in his head and the woman who was tugging him, the rest were young men in their twenties, one with big arms and round waists, the other with acne on his face, and the other was very ordinary, and they could not be seen in the crowd.

Yang Lin had calmed down, accepted the fact of time travel, and started chatting with them every sentence. Only then did he realize that they met by chance in the woods, and because they had the same goals, they walked together. However, Yang Lin had no impression of them, because he had never experienced this plot in his previous life.

The man and the woman were a couple. They came to Xiangjiang to join the woman's uncle. The uncle came from a special period. The child was still young, so he stayed at home and was taken by the old man until he stabilized. The young men also joined their relatives.

Others are all big and small, and Yang Lin has no body and is very tall.

Look at the position of the moon. It was already the second half of the night. After spending most of the night, I swam again. I was exhausted and tired and hungry. I had no choice but to endure it. I don’t know what to do tomorrow. Yang Lin regretted that his intestines were green. Why didn’t he look back before the martial spirit discovered it? How could he live without relatives or trust in Xiangjiang?

He sighed here, and the woman looked at him, took out a big cake from a tight bag wrapped in tart cloth, and stuffed it into his hand.

Yang Lin was stunned and looked up at the woman. The woman smiled and said, "Eat, are you hungry?"

Yang Lin felt warm in his heart, so he was so hungry that he said thank you and started eating voraciously.

The man also took out a big pancake and nibbled it, saying vaguely: "Brother, are there any relatives here?"

Yang Lin shook his head.

The woman said worriedly: "That's hard to do. I heard that jobs here in Xiangjiang are not so easy to find. You don't even have a place to stay, but how about it?"

Yang Lin was moved to this kind-hearted woman and smiled and said, "Take a step at a time, and there is no way to go." He lived with the old Taoist since childhood. His mind and nature were a little transcendent and free, and with death and death, he was naturally full of optimism and positivity.

The man shook his head and said, "You don't know the difficulties of life. If you don't talk about anything else, what should you do before you find a job?" He couldn't stand the boy's relaxed appearance, as if he didn't care about the big things and was stupid.

The young man with acne-faced face interrupted and said, "Also, no one guarantees you. If you are caught by Jingzhai, you will definitely be sent back."

The woman hesitated for a moment and said hesitantly: "Or, go to my uncle's place with me first to see if he can help find a job, but I'm very worried about guaranteeing this..." As she said, she glanced at her husband.

The man wanted to speak but stopped, and ate the big cake in silence.

Yang Lin knew her embarrassment. Originally, the couple had already brought burden to her uncle. He added another irrelevant outsider and felt embarrassed to speak.

No matter what, the faint concern made Yang Lin feel very warm. In the past, he worked hard in his career and was used to the intrigue and selfishness among people in the metropolis. The economy is developing, society is progressing, the earth is shrinking, but it seems that people are getting farther and farther away. Family affection is indifferent, friendship is disappearing, and even love is measured by material things.

But I feel the long-lost care in these smugglers who met by chance.

Yang Lin smiled lightly, his youthful and delicate face was full of emotion: "Thank you, sister. Besides, I didn't want to come to Xiangjiang at first, so it's good to send it back. Now the mainland is developing faster and faster, and there are many opportunities."

Several people remained silent.

No matter how it develops, can you still catch up with Xiangjiang? I can’t even have enough food, otherwise who will swim in Xiangjiang in leisure?

After eating big cakes, I went to the riverside to drink a few sips of river water. Not to mention that it has not been developed yet and there is no pollution. The river water is sweet and clear.

Lying on the grass, looking up at the stars in the night sky, Yang Lin's thoughts slowly floated, and finally fell into a dream...
Chapter completed!