"The large-scale epic TV series of the same name adapted from the classical Chinese classic "Romance of the Three Kingdoms" started filming in 1988. It took more than three years. The filming has been completed. Director Li Changge recently said in an interview that if the later work progresses smoothly, he is expected to meet you before the Spring Festival this year..."

The sound of the TV came through the not-so-thick bathroom door panel. Zhang Yang sat on the toilet, holding the thick "Two Weeks History" in his hand, and looked up at the sanitation cleaning record list on the wall.

The latest cleaning date is clearly recorded on the list: June 23, 1991.

The sound of the TV broadcast continued to come, and it sounded like a middle-aged man, not slow, and very tone: "Romance of the Three Kingdoms is one of the most well-known and influential classical masterpieces in my country. Its adaptation can be said to have attracted wide attention. All the personnel of our entire team have always been committed to presenting the most real, most exciting and most magnificent pictures to everyone on the basis of retaining the original work..."

Hearing it right.

"History has changed, the Ming Dynasty is gone, and "Romance of the Three Kingdoms" is still there?"

A slight doubt flashed through Zhang Yang's heart, but he soon realized and understood.

According to the original history in memory, Luo Guanzhong, the author of "Romance of the Three Kingdoms", was born in the middle of the Yuan Dynasty. During the chaos at the end of the Yuan Dynasty, he was a capable adviser under Zhang Shicheng. Later, because Zhang Shicheng refused to listen to the persuasion and insisted on becoming king, he finally completely lost confidence in him and left Zhang Shicheng. Later, he wrote "Romance of the Three Kingdoms" in the Hongwu period in the early Ming Dynasty.

In this world, the history of the end of the Yuan Dynasty changed its course. Zhu Chongba, who was talented and wise, lost. The person who unified the world and recreated the country became Zhang Shicheng. Even if Luo Guanzhong was not a founding hero, he could not have made any worse than in his previous life. It was not a strange thing to write "Romance of the Three Kingdoms".

"I have repeatedly measured with several experts that I still hope to use ancient poems as the opening song, but I have never found a satisfactory work. However, since we collected poetry from the society last week, we have received many submissions from people from all walks of life. I would like to express my sincere thanks on behalf of the entire crew of "Romance of the Three Kingdoms"..."

Zhang Yang closed his eyes and was about to recall the memory of this world that was not very "integrated", the bathroom door was suddenly knocked twice, so he opened his eyes, closed the "Two Weeks History" and placed it on the wall tissue box, and stood up with some difficulty.

His legs were a little sore and numb. He lifted his pants and stood there for a while. Then he picked up the crutch on his right hand, paused, turned around, flushed off the toilet with nothing, and turned on the exhaust fan.

Amid the sound of water, holding a book in one hand and holding a guard in the other, he opened the bathroom door and saw a young girl about twenty-three or four years old standing outside the door.

A little beauty with a white shirt dressed in jeans and a ponytail tied, slim figure, fair skin, two faint freckles on her nose, delicate facial features, and quite pleasing to the eye.

Of course, at Zhang Yang's current age, it is difficult to understand the other party as a "little beauty" because he is only two months away from being eighteen years old and is just a sophomore. It is normal for people to define his impression as a "little handsome guy" of age.

When the girl saw him coming out of the bathroom, she was a little unnatural. Zhang Yang smiled slightly awkwardly, raised the "Two Zhou History" in her hand, and said, "I'm sorry."

"It's okay, it's okay."

The other party waved his hand quickly, walked past him, and entered the bathroom.

The bathroom door of the ward was open in the entrance hall. Zhang Yang took two steps with a cane. Before he could see clearly the picture of the colorful TV on the table, which was very large in his eyes, he heard a familiar voice in his mind:

"Please choose to accept it."

"Please choose to accept it."

"Please choose to accept it."

...

Since he came to this world inexplicably, the voice in his mind has never stopped. During the harassment for the past month, he tried countless times to understand the other party's intentions, but except for inferring through the answers, there was no other substantial progress.

Now the two sides are in a confrontation stage: one side harasses, the other side ignores.

After such a long time of noise torture, the initial emotions such as panic, fear or curiosity have basically faded away, and Zhang Yang is now only increasingly impatient and bored.

Ignoring her, Zhang Yang dragged the cast on his feet to his hospital bed, put a cane, and carefully climbed onto the bed and lay down.

As a popular online writer, he is not unfamiliar with the title of "host". He has also written novels such as "time travel" and "system". However, lying liars are the most sober. Time travel may be accompanied by some theoretical basis. "system" is simply to reduce the difficulty of writing and help the author promote the plot. This is why it becomes popular in online novels like a virus.

When someone hears the name "host", he feels "this is the system, this is the opportunity, this is the golden finger of my life", and then he immediately accepts it excitedly...that is purely a fool to read novels.

The other party's origin is unknown, and it is completely in the open-minded understanding, but apart from being noisy, it seems that there is no way to force him to agree. Since this is the case, he will respond to changes in the same way. He will not let go if he doesn't understand the other party's purpose. He would rather squat in the toilet and hide in the leisure.

Entertainment news on TV has changed another message: "Lin Suyuan's new album will be released on July 1st. In the past two years, the popularity of MP3s and even the emergence of smartphones have had a significant impact on the physical record industry. It seems that physical albums are replaced by digital albums and the overall sales are getting worse every year. According to statistics from last year, Lin Suyuan is one of the few singers who can still maintain sales of physical albums of more than two million. It is rumored that Lin Suyuan's new album was created by Haiou International invited gold medal producer Zhang Tianyi..."

There are three beds in this orthopedic ward. The thirty-nine bed is an elderly man in his sixties, accompanied by his companion; the thirty-eight bed in the middle is a young man of twenty-five or six years old, accompanied by his young wife; the outermost is Zhang Yang, accompanied by his bathroom.

There is also "Please choose to accept".

Zhang Yang picked up the mobile phone he placed next to his pillow. The Skyhawk Seven Series, one of the world's most well-known mobile phone manufacturers, is named Skyhawk7310, a 1.5-inch color screen, supports dual-band GSM, supports MP3, can take photos, and can chat online. The global sales exceed 100 million units, which shows its popularity, although it was released in 1988.

This phone was a reward given by his grandfather when he was admitted to a national key high school two years ago. It cost nearly 3,000 yuan. My sister Zhang Wei envied her for a long time.

He turned his head and looked at the hospital bed next door. The young man who said he regarded the bridesmaid as a bride on the wedding night was a very simple and exquisite white mobile phone with a three-point five-inch "large screen", supporting multi-touch, dual front and rear cameras, and a rear camera pixel of up to five million. He can connect to wireless networks, video calls, send and receive emails, listen to high-quality music, watch super clear videos, and there are extremely rich game application software...

The first smartphone released by Hongmeng last year was called "epoch-making significance" by the media, saying it will "change the entire world."

Zhang Yang hugged his head.

After waking up from the hospital, he thought he was dreaming, so he secretly ran to the psychiatric department for examination. The examination results were normal, but his reaction after seeing the examination results was abnormal.

For many days after accepting "This is reality", the inexplicable voice, chaotic memories, and the hugely changed world all made his spiritual world collapse, but he had to do everything normal in front of his parents and sister according to the memory of this world.

This should be the only comfort: time and space are confused, the world is changing dramatically, and family is still there.

"Please choose to accept it."

"Please choose to accept it."

...

To be fair, the crispy, tender and sweet girl's voice sounds very nice, but her tone is stiff and rigid like a straight line with invisible ends, making it more and more annoying.

Zhang Yang pulled the quilt over his body, put his hand into the quilt, and skillfully took off his pants.

The crisp, tender and sweet girl's voice came to an abrupt end.

Without the noise, the whole world becomes particularly beautiful, but... it shouldn't be like this!

After so many years of labor and capital, the iron rod is about to be ground into a needle before it becomes popular. There is no word on the new book. Only one name will attract the rewards from book friends. All parties compete for copyright. How popular is it! Make more money! Do you know how popular is it! The copyright of film and television is just eight digits! Do you know what the eight digits are!

As a result, just after signing the contract, I went to the toilet and had not calmed down yet, and after flushing the toilet, I was lying in the hospital for no reason?

Another nurse told me with a gentle look: "Remember the feces tomorrow morning"...

"The meal from the thirty-nine bed is here!"

The aunt delivered the meal loudly brought Zhang Yang back to reality. He picked up his phone and looked at the time: 11:06 am.

The family is a distance from the hospital, so it is not convenient to come to deliver food in the morning, so he also ordered breakfast. Today's breakfast was white porridge and two meat buns. He couldn't swallow it after taking a few bites. On the one hand, it was because he had poor sleep and had no appetite, and on the other hand, it was really unpalatable.

Although he had basically no exercise in the ward, the boy of this age was at the peak of his metabolism. He only drank another bowl of porridge in the morning. He was worried and had no feelings. When he thought about it, he suddenly felt hungry.

Zhang Yang glanced at the two meat buns that were bitten on the storage cabinet at the bedside. He remembered the smell of eating in the morning and sighed secretly.

Not to mention eating, he would rather be hungry than look at the two buns again.

"Are you Eat?" A gentle girl's voice came into her ears.

Zhang Yang turned his head.

The scumbag who was still playing with his phone on the bed next door didn't raise his head and said, "It's a little."

"I'll buy what you want to eat."

"casual."

Zhang Yang looked at the snow-white ceiling and silently guessed for two seconds whether she was a bride or a bridesmaid. Then he pressed the quilt with one hand and supported the bed with the other, and sat up carefully, picked up the "Two Weeks History" placed next to him and opened it, and continued to compare the memory of two lives and study the process of historical change.

"Ding Ding"

The message prompt interrupted Zhang Yang's thoughts. He picked up his phone and took a look. It was sent by a strange number: Xiaoqi and I are having a meal. What do you want to eat at this restaurant at the door? Zhang Wei

Zhang Yang looked at the time, at 11:21, he typed and asked, "You haven't been in class?"

"Are you stupid? Today is Sunday, I don't need to make up for the lessons with others like my parents. What are you eating?"

3g networks have just begun to be promoted, and smartphones are far from popular. In this era of one cent of a message, it is a good habit to explain things clearly with a text message. Unlike in the Internet era, you can't wait to type a word and press send it.

Zhang Yang murmured in his heart that you didn’t have class yesterday and it was not early to deliver food, but Zhang Wei was holding someone else’s cell phone, and he couldn’t talk to him. He typed and replied: “Fried mung bean sprouts with fried pineapple, two steamed buns.”

When I put down my phone, I saw the scum girl who was accompanying the next door walking in with a bag.

The weather was already quite hot in June, and she probably walked in a hurry, with sweat on her forehead. After putting down the meal, she went to the bathroom to wash her face, then came back and put the dining table on the hospital bed, put two boxes of rice, a box of fish-flavored shredded pork, a box of sweet and sour tenderloin, and a box of scrambled cucumber eggs on it, and urged the young man who was still playing with his phone, "Stop playing, eat first."

"I understand!" Perhaps I was disturbed to play with my phone, the tone of the scum next door sounded a little impatient.

The aroma of the meal spread in the ward, and Zhang Yang's belly started to scream again. He sat on the head of the bed, stretched out his arms and grabbed the plastic bag with difficulty, and took the two buns left in the morning.

I chewed it, it didn't taste at all.

He put the buns back on the locker, Zhang Yang half-lying down, secretly lifted his pants in the quilt, and then realized that he seemed to have just taken off his pants and grabbed the buns...

Fortunately, I haven't eaten it through the plastic bag.

Zhang Yang got up and got out of bed and threw the two buns into the trash can. It was not that he was out of sight, but that he didn't want to be seen by Zhang Wei.

"Your sister hasn't delivered you food yet?"

The girl who was accompanying her next door smiled and said, "Would you like to eat some together? I bought a lot of them."

This is naturally polite. She only has two boxes of rice and two pairs of chopsticks. Zhang Yang can't grab it with her hands. "No, she won't go to class today, so she'll be here soon."

Zhang Yang crawled back to the bed, hesitating whether to get into the quilt and take off his pants again, because the sound rang again.

"Please choose to accept it."

"Please choose to accept it."

"Please choose to accept it."

...

"You're giving me an option?"

Zhang Yang responded in his mind that after he couldn't remember how many times he scared the two pairs of patients who were in a sex room and had to wear headphones all day to cover up, he was able to master this kind of conversation.

"Please choose to accept it."
To be continued...