Boom!
Lu Shi was hit.
He opened his eyes and found a little boy standing in front of him. His brown hair was slicked to one side, and his right arm was spread out, using the crook of his arm as a support, carrying a thick stack of newspapers.
Um……
Newsboy! ?
There is obviously no such profession in modern China, let alone a little foreigner.
Lu Shi couldn't help but mutter to himself: "I think about it every day, and I dream about it at night. Having such strange dreams... It seems that I can't continue like this, otherwise there is a risk of sudden death even if I take a nap on the subway."
The reason why I say this is because he has been translating an English book recently and has been working all night long.
The workload of translation is generally not too large, and you can arrange your working hours freely. In principle, there is no need to work overtime.
But Lu Shi was different. Because he was proficient in many languages, studied in related majors at university, and read a lot and had high literary literacy, he had many and urgent tasks at hand, and had no chance to take a good rest, even taking the subway. Also make the most of it.
He decided to close his eyes and go back to sleep, squinting for as long as he could.
Unexpectedly, the phantom newsboy in front of me spoke: "Sir, do you want a newspaper?"
Still in English.
Lu Shi didn't think much, waved his hand, and replied casually in English: "No, no, no, let me continue..."
Before he finished speaking, he couldn't help but be stunned.
He blinked hard and stared blankly at the newsboy in front of him.
The newsboy thought there was business and continued to sell: "Mr. Churchill once again delivered a speech about the near-death escape, criticizing the government's policy in the Anglo-Boer War and resolutely opposing the military expansion plan. The content is exciting and not to be missed!"
churchill,
Anglo-Boer War,
Oppose the military expansion plan,
…
As long as you are a normal person, you should realize the seriousness of the problem.
Lu Shi glanced at the newspaper and found that the text on it was very blurry, and the English letters were linked together like tadpoles, which was not the standard of modern printing.
He swallowed and took a glance at the contents of the newspaper. He found that the report about Churchill occupied almost three-quarters of the front page, and the words "October 13, 1900" were clearly printed on the masthead.
For a moment, Lu Shi lost all sleep.
He looked up and looked around,
What you see in front of you is not the neat and bright carriages of Metro Line 5 at all, but the dimly lit alleys, with ancient British-style buildings standing in rows, and every brick and tile looks extremely real;
The ground was very muddy. Occasionally, carriages passed by, and the horses' hooves clattered, splashing dirty muddy water on the ground;
The air is still filled with a vague stench from the Thames River, which is also one of the signs of the rapid industrialization of London in the early 20th century.
Both historical events and the surrounding environment can be matched with the year 1900.
It’s really time travel,
No more running.
Let's make peace with it now. Lu Shi decided to find out who he was first, so he reached out and touched the back of his head, and found that there was indeed a snake braid there, and he made a rough guess about his identity——
Publicly financed students sent to London by the Qing government.
He lowered his head and pondered for a moment, then pointed at the newspaper and asked the newsboy: "Is this..."The Manchester Guardian" (the modern "Guardian")?"
The newsboy breathed a sigh of relief and was glad that he had guessed correctly. All international students were indeed literate.
He put the newspaper into Lu Shi's hand, then opened his palm,
Lu Shi: "Tsk..."
It seems that the money has to be given even if it is not given.
He felt all over his body and finally found a bulge on the lining of his coat. It seemed to be a patch sewn on, but the top side was not sealed, leaving a small opening that could allow two fingers to stick in.
The newsboy observed curiously and couldn't help but ask: "This...isn't your clothes?"
Lu Shi coughed awkwardly and took out a penny coin, but instead of giving it directly to the other party, he asked, "Hey, is there any place to rent a house nearby?"
Food, clothing, housing, transportation and housing all have to be taken care of.
The newsboy quickly snatched the coin away.
"Behind you, bar!"
Leaving these words behind, he ran away as fast as he could.
Lu Shi muttered: "Little monkey!"
But he still turned his head calmly and found that the stone steps he was sitting on did belong to the front door of a bar, and wild and wild laughter could be heard from inside the door from time to time.
He stood up and read the bar's sign: "RUDDER."
A large ship's rudder was nailed to the signboard very appropriately.
At this time, the door was opened.
A tall bearded sailor pushed open the door and came out with a bright red face, and the bulging muscles in his chest rose and fell with his breathing.
He immediately noticed Lu Shi, showed a sarcastic smile, and said, "What's the matter, you've finished vomiting? Do you still want to fight again? I'm warning you, I can still put a whale in my stomach."
Sailors love to brag, and this guy will probably vomit.
Lu Shi didn't bother to expose it and looked at his feet, only to realize that there was indeed a pool of vomit there.
The cause of death of the original owner of this body was found.
I can only say that fake wine is harmful to people.
Lu Shi shook his head and replied: "I just arrived in London. I don't know where there are houses for rent?"
The sailor was stunned for a moment, and then said: "No wonder you look like a stranger. Tsk tsk tsk... How could there be such a stupid person who goes out to drink without even renting a house."
He shouted toward the bar door: "Little Stamford, there is a renter here."
"I'm coming!"
Little Stanford rushed out the door and looked at Lu Shi.
That gaze was obviously weighing.
Lu Shi cleared his throat and said, "I want to rent a house."
Little Stamford probably felt that there was not much meat to eat with this order, so he suddenly lost his anxious enthusiasm and asked casually: "Okay, you can rent it for a long or short term. You can choose a suite or a single room. What do you want to do with it?" ?”
Lu Shi touched it just now, and there wasn't much money in the patch, so he replied: "The cheapest one will do..."
Before he finished speaking, a surprised voice suddenly sounded from behind:
"Lu, do you want to change places? Didn't we just agree?"
Lu Shi couldn't help but look back,
Unexpectedly, in front of him was an East Asian with short stature and a ridiculous mustache.
He looked like he hadn't woken up, his hair was messy, and he had very thick dark circles under his eyes. It was as if he had deliberately applied smoky makeup, making his already small eyes look even smaller.
However, this appearance gave him a bit of a scholarly air.
Lu Shi always felt that the person in front of him was somewhat familiar, as if he had seen him in an old black and white photo.
He fell into memories,
This person is...
Could this person be...
Suddenly, he raised his head and stared at the short man.
"Natsu...Natsume Soseki!???"
Hearing the name, the other party's beard visibly trembled, and he pulled Lu Shi to the other side of the alley. At the same time, he complained in a very poor "British accent": "fxxk, how many times have I told you, don't call me pen name!"
It turns out to be Natsume Soseki!
Lu Shi didn't expect to meet a historical figure on the first day he traveled back in time.
And, judging by that, the two of them seemed to be roommates.
