In the yard, He Xiaolian was pulling Zhang Yang to talk about Zeng Xiaoniu's academic progress. Zeng Dazhuang glanced boredly and was surprised to find that Zeng Xiaoniu was missing. He shouted He Xiaolian, but He Xiaolian didn't know when Zeng Xiaoniu would slip away.

Zeng Dazhuang was about to go out to find him, but Zhang Yang called him and said, "Let him go. Xiao Niu has followed me to learn to read all day in the past two days. After all, he is just a child, so it is natural for him to like to play. For the sake of his serious study for two days, let him play today."

Zeng Dazhuang glanced at He Xiaolian, but He Xiaolian did not say anything. Zeng Dazhuang immediately followed suit: "Since Xiao An said so, let him play today."

Since Zeng Xiaoniu was not here, he naturally didn't have to give a lecture today. It was confirmed that Zeng Dazhuang and his wife had left the yard, and Zhang Yang returned to his room. Close the door and dragged a small box about a foot from under the bed.

This box is different from an ordinary box. It has no locks or any gaps. It is just that there is a thumb-sized square plate in the middle of one side of the box.

The size of the square plate seemed to be just covered with his thumb. Zhang Yang looked at the box in front of him for a while, pressed the thumb of his left hand on, and then silently recited five times in his heart.

A light "小南", then many crisscrossing blue bright patterns appeared in the six panels of the box. An extremely neat line appeared from both ends of the box, and it went all the way to the other two sides of the box, with only this line behind it. The entire box was bounded by this line and slowly opened automatically. A well-crafted metal object was neatly placed in the box, which was a straight piece of thing with a grip under the barrel.

Zhang Yang held the grip of the metal object with his right hand, picked up the metal object, then pressed his index finger into a small hole in front of the grip, and a blue light flashed across the straight barrel on it, and instantly the entire metal object emitted a faint blue light as if it was lit. Zhang Yang nodded with satisfaction, exited his index finger, and the light on the metal object disappeared.

He casually put the metal object aside and carried the box in front of him. Looking at the seemingly messy bright patterns on the surface of the box, he closed his eyes and pondered for a moment, stretched out his index finger and scratched along several bright patterns.

All the bright patterns on the surface of the box suddenly became even more intense, and then the originally square panel of the box began to stretch and fold. After a few breaths, a strange dress appeared in Zhang Yang's hand.

It is said to be weird because the top and the pants under this dress are made of the same material. Not only that, the weirdest thing is that there is a pair of boots connected under the pants. In this way, the whole dress and boots are connected together, like a whole.

Taking off the clothes he had originally wore, Zhang Yang stretched out the strange clothes and put them in from the opening on his chest. Then he pulled the opening and pressed his left thumb on the square board on the lower abdomen. A blue bright pattern appeared on the whole piece of clothing like the one that appeared on the box before. Several broken bright patterns at the opening on the chest were automatically adjusted and connected. The opening disappeared in the moment when the bright pattern was connected. The clothes were also tightly attached to Zhang Yang, as if tailor-made.

Zhang Yang tried to take a few steps, then reached out and raised his legs to gesture, and it seemed that he felt good.

He raised his hands to look at them for a while, then used his right index finger to stroke one of the bright patterns on his left arm. The clothes at his neck and wrists began to stretch and fold again.

The clothes on the neck stretched up and wrapped their flaunting head. A helmet was formed along the outline of the face. The nose and mouth were sealed, but there were two oval transparent chips at the eyes.

The clothes on both hands form a pair of gloves that are close to the skin.

During this period, the blue bright patterns grow like living creatures, extending over with the extension of the clothes.

After all the changes were completed, Zhang Yang picked up the metal object on the ground and leaned against his waist casually. The bright patterns on that place were slightly brighter, and the metal object absorbed on his waist and did not fall off.

Walking to the bed and sitting down, through the transparent chips in his eyes, Chang Yang looked at the mud-paste walls with a few thatched straws and the wooden doors with clear patterns, and his expression was a little dazed.

After coming here for no reason, he talked to the people here, had dinner with the people here, went to the fields to teach the people here to read. If it weren't for the clothes that were definitely not part of the place here and the metal object that would never be made by the craft hanging around his waist, Zhang Yang almost thought he was the person here.

However, I am never a person here, and this is the problem.

In the past, Zhang Yang was bored and often thought, if he was born many years early, what would he look like on the streets where his parents called people?

It should be the same as the people around you, because you are the same as them from the inside to the outside. But here, Zhang Yang always finds it difficult to have a sense of belonging because although he looks the same as them, he is actually different.

So what should I do? What should I do?

He took the metal object attached to his waist and put it aside, stretched out his index finger with his right hand and stroked the bright marks that had been streaked on his left arm again, and the helmet and gloves shrank back. Then Zhang Yang pressed the thumb of his left hand on the square plate in the middle of his lower abdomen, and a hole was cracked in front of his chest. Zhang Yang took off his clothes and stroked several bright marks that were still blue. The clothes contracted and folded, and then turned into a small box that was one foot square. Put the metal object into the box, and finally pressed the thumb of his left hand on the square plate in the middle of the opening of the box.

Zhang Yang looked at the slowly closed box and finally figured it out the moment he closed the box. Since he was here, why not live here and see the people and scenery here. Finally, let people in the future know that someone who was not here has come.

In the evening, just when the meal was just ready, Zeng Xiaoniu came back, holding a few bird eggs in his hand. He Xiaolian naturally couldn't help but scold him. But Zhang Yang had agreed to Zeng Xiaoniu play for one day today, so he just complained casually and had dinner with a smile.

Zeng Dahu's family, Zeng Dahu and Zeng Erhu returned home. Zeng Erxiong was putting a large pot of vegetables on the table. When they saw them glaring at each other, the two brothers honestly brought the meal from the kitchen. Each of them served a large bowl and sat at the table to eat.

Zeng Erxiong remembered that the fire in the kitchen had not yet been extinguished, so he turned around and went to the kitchen. The two brothers glanced at Zeng Erxiong. After he left, Zeng Erhu turned his head and said to Zeng Dahu: "Brother, let's talk to my father and let him take us to Mr. Zhang Yang from Xiaoniu's house as well."
Chapter completed!