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Le Jing was awakened by the violent knocking on the door.

The next moment he regained consciousness, the first thing he felt was a chill that penetrated deep into his bones.

He opened his eyes in a daze and subconsciously wanted to sit up, but his mind was spinning and he fell back heavily, splashing water.

Only then did he realize that he seemed to be lying in the water.

He took a few seconds to recover from the dizziness and finally got rid of the embarrassing situation of spinning. Only then could he look at his current situation - like a murder scene:

A bathtub full of blood, a bloodstained floor, and a floating corpse (himself) lying in the bathtub that was soaked into a pale white.

Even though Le Jing's psychological quality was different from that of ordinary people, he was stunned for a second before reacting to the current situation:

Obviously, the body he traveled through this time committed suicide by cutting his wrists not long ago.

The knocking at the door became more and more intense, and it seemed that the whole house was shaking.

Le Jing quickly pressed the cut artery on his right hand with his left hand to slow down the blood flow, then raised his right hand and stumbled out of the bathroom.

He staggered past the shabby living room full of clutter - it seemed that the original owner was in very poor financial condition.

When he stood in front of the door, he was dazed for a rare time. There was no other reason. This white metal door didn't even have a handle. It was as smooth as a mirror. He really didn't know how to open the door.

He thought for a few seconds, trying to dig out some clues from the fragmentary memory of the original owner, and then tentatively pointed his index finger at a round depression on the door. With a light "beep", the door opened automatically, revealing the true face of the person knocking on the door.

Standing outside the door was a middle-aged woman in her forties or fifties, with heavy makeup and a smell of cheap perfume.

"You kid owes two months of rent..." Her originally angry expression immediately solidified after seeing Le Jing's current miserable state.

Without looking in the mirror, Le Jing knew how miserable and embarrassed he looked now. His clothes had long been soaked into blood, his whole body was swollen, and his wrist was still bleeding, looking like a water ghost in a horror movie.

The woman covered her chest and let out a short scream, "Shi Jing! What's wrong with you?!"

Le Jing smiled weakly and said weakly, "Sister Zhang, can you help me call an ambulance?"

The landlord, Sister Zhang, glanced at the boy's wrist that was constantly bleeding, and roughly understood what was going on, "You are so young, why are you so upset - why do you need an ambulance? It's so expensive, you are so poor..." She hurriedly changed the subject abruptly: "Anyway, the wound is not big, I'll get the first aid medical kit to treat your wound."

"No, I need..."

Before Le Jing finished speaking, the woman left in a hurry.

He took a deep breath, his body shook, and he could no longer stand. He leaned against the door frame and sat down slowly, his eyes blackened.

After an unknown amount of time, he heard Sister Zhang hurried upstairs, and heard her voice from afar: "Oh, I've lost a lot this time. You must pay me for medical expenses when you get better!"

Le Jing wanted to speak, but his eyes went dark, and then he knew nothing.

When he woke up again, he was lying on the bed.

He stared at the yellowed wall for a while, and his brain, which had been in a daze since he woke up from this world, finally slowly regained consciousness.

He rolled his eyes and found that he had changed into clean clothes, and the wound on his wrist had disappeared, leaving only a shallow scar. His body was warm, and there was no longer the coldness of excessive blood loss. Obviously, he had been rescued from the gates of hell by the landlord Sister Zhang this time.

This kind of injury that can only be sent to the hospital for rescue can be cured by the emergency medical kit. It seems that he has come to an era of advanced technology.

A non-melodic tune came from the kitchen, which was the voice of the landlord Sister Zhang.

Le Jing closed his eyes and took the opportunity to carefully check the original owner's memory.

It is now the year 6017 in the star calendar, and he is now tens of millions of light years away from the Milky Way.

Seven thousand years ago, the earth was destroyed, and the remaining human race drove spaceships through wormholes in the universe to make space jumps, hoping to find a new earth suitable for human survival.

After nearly a thousand years of exploration, humans finally found a new home in a new galaxy tens of millions of light years away from the Milky Way, which is the Peace Star where the original owner is. In the following hundreds of years, the pace of human exploration has not stopped, and five other resource-rich planets have been occupied one after another. These six planets constitute the current Earth Alliance.

The original owner's name is Shi Jing, and his profession is a director, but he is a poor director, so he owed Sister Zhang two months of rent.

From Shi Jing's memory, he knew that technology is now advanced, and minor injuries can be treated with home micro-medical kits, so calling an ambulance now is not cheap, at least Shi Jing, who is penniless now, can't afford the price of an ambulance.

This time, I really owed my landlord Sister Zhang a big favor.

"Are you awake?" Landlord Sister Zhang came out of the kitchen and breathed a sigh of relief when she saw Le Jing had opened his eyes. She put the chicken soup in her hand on the bedside table and turned on the Internet TV. "I made chicken soup for you. Let it cool down before drinking."

The lively GG music sounded in the small house, adding a bit of liveliness to this cramped and dull small house.

Le Jing nodded gratefully, "Thank you, Sister Zhang. If you hadn't saved me this time, I would have died long ago." The boy's eyes were slightly red, and there was sincere gratitude in his eyes: "I will never forget your kindness to me in my life."

"I wonder how much the medical expenses are? I will pay you back when I have money."

Sister Zhang patted his shoulder gently and said, "Okay, let's wait until you get better. Tell me, what can't you think about at such a young age? You will still have a long life in the future, no matter what happens. Don’t forget about big obstacles! If you die, there will be nothing left.”

She paused and then added stiffly: "Don't forget that you still owe me two months' rent, and that I saved a life this time. If you really want to thank me, just take good care of yourself. Give me money to spend in the future.”

Le Jing laughed. This Sister Zhang looked vulgar and mean, but she was a sharp-tongued person and a truly good person.

He nodded heavily, looked seriously at the woman's tired, bloodshot eyes, and answered word for word: "I will live well, and I will definitely repay Sister Zhang's kindness in the future."

The young man's voice was loud and clear, as if he had made a vow that he would never change.

Zhang Yanfang didn't take the boy's words to heart. Anyone would say nice things, and when she saved people, she didn't expect anyone else to repay her. After all, she was still a living person. If she really died in front of her, she would be in trouble for the rest of her life. Troubled conscience.

She replied nonchalantly: "Okay, then I will wait for your reward."

GG had just ended on the TV and the movie was playing. Sister Zhang took a few glances and her eyes suddenly lit up, "Ah! It's "The East Is Red"!"

Le Jing looked up, and after a few breaths his smile slowly turned cold, "You like this movie very much?"

Sister Zhang didn't notice Le Jing's strange behavior and nodded vigorously, "Yes, after the Millennium Great Migration, our ancient civilization on earth has developed faults. Today's children are even more impetuous, and few are willing to study these outdated things." It's an antique. It's rare that this movie can draw on ancient Chinese history and make such an excellent work that promotes ancient Chinese culture." She seemed to be thinking of something, "I heard that Director Tian Hui is a classmate of yours? Do you know him?"

Le Jing showed a strange smile: "Of course I know him, I'm just afraid that he won't want to see me at all now."

Sister Zhang misunderstood, "Yes, he is a big director now." She glanced at the chicken soup on the bedside and urged: "You can drink the soup while it's hot. I've put the remaining chicken soup in the kitchen thermos cabinet. , you remember to drink. I'm leaving first, call me if you need anything."

"Okay, I understand, I'll let you worry about it, thank you." Le Jing nodded obediently, and after closing the door, the smile finally disappeared from his face.

He raised his eyes to look at "The East Is Red" playing on the TV and felt it was extremely dazzling - this should be the emotions left behind by the original owner.

The name "The East is Red" is a pun. It not only refers to the name of China's first artificial satellite, but also refers to the red enthusiasm of the Chinese people who worked hard to build the country in the early days of the third scientific and technological revolution (that is, the 1950s in the ancient earth's old calendar).

Because of the historical faults, the plot of the movie has undergone a certain degree of artistic processing and imagination, telling the different choices made by a group of senior intellectuals led by Wang Ying under the tide of the times, and vividly showing the ordinary people thousands of years ago. The life of the Chinese people on ancient earth has very good educational significance.

Why does Lejing know this so clearly?

Because the movie script of "The East Is Red" was written by the original creator. However, after being stolen by his classmate Tian Hui, he registered the intellectual property rights first, and finally made it into a movie. He gained both fame and fortune and became a cutting-edge director.

The original owner, Shi Jing, had no money, no background, and no connections. Naturally, he had no choice but to deal with Tian Hui, a rich second generation, so he could only knock out his teeth and swallow it. In addition, no one cared about the movies he made next. , was so poor that he couldn't even afford to eat, but Tian Hui, who stole his script, was so proud of himself that he couldn't think about it anymore, so he simply cut his wrists and committed suicide, and then Le Jing traveled through time.

As for revenge for the original owner, let's wait until Le Jing has enough to eat and drink.

The tempting aroma of chicken soup aroused his appetite. Le Jing picked up the porcelain bowl and drank it in a few mouthfuls.

I don’t know how long it had been since the original owner had eaten properly. After Lejing drank a bowl of chicken soup, not only did he not feel full, he became even hungrier. He struggled to sit up from the bed, moved to the kitchen, opened the thermos cabinet, and drank a cup of chicken soup, finally feeling full.

Le Jing touched his arm and felt that it was still sticky and smelled of blood, so he decided to take a bath. When I walked into the bathroom, I was suddenly faced with a pool of blood. The smell of blood was as strong as a slaughterhouse.

The previous household cleaning robot used by the original owner has long since been scrapped, and he has no money to buy a new one, so now he can only clean it himself.

By the time Le Jing finished cleaning the bathroom and taking a shower, it was already eight o'clock in the evening.

He lay on the bed with his aching body, turned on his brain, and prepared to earn money for food in the next few days.

The way to make money is very simple, that is to make paid movies.

In the interstellar era, the rapid development of science and technology has brought about technological innovation in the film industry. A new way of film shooting and production has swept across the star network, allowing ordinary people to participate in film shooting and production.

Traditional movies are always inseparable from real actors, props and sets, which often require large budgets. Once the movie fails, investors will lose all their money. So AI movies came into being.

AI movies, also known as virtual movies, actors, props, scenery, etc. are all computer-generated simulation materials. Intelligent AI can also imitate human joy, anger, sorrow and happiness through calculations. The only flaw is that intelligent AI is slightly lacking in imitating delicate emotions, which is also an important reason why real actors have not been completely replaced by AI.

The original owner had also shot several AI movies and sent them to the Internet before, but there were few viewers, and the money earned was not even 100 star coins.

The original owner was indignant about this, but Le Jing knew the reason-the movies shot by the original owner were too literary!

Not to mention the interstellar era, just say it’s the ancient earth era. The box office of literary and artistic films is not good, and some can’t even be arranged in theaters.

Le Jing respects the original owner’s pursuit of art, but art does not mean that it is highbrow and unpopular. It can also be appreciated by both the refined and the popular.

This is the best era, and it is also the worst era.

The development of science and technology has brought about the impetuousness of life, and the cold technology cannot fill the yearning for truth, goodness and beauty in people’s hearts.

This era is confused. The only home planet Earth has been destroyed, and they wandered in the endless universe for a thousand years before finding a new place to settle.

The insecurity and confusion that settled over the past thousand years are deeply engraved in the minds of everyone in the Earth Alliance - regardless of race, gender, age and belief, they are just rootless earthlings.

And in the long wandering of a thousand years, due to various accidents, most of the historical records of Earth civilization have been lost, and the new earthlings of later generations will never be able to find their complete roots.

So they ask, they are confused, they explore, and they are confused.

That's why "The East is Red" became a hit.

Le Jing has discovered his advantages.

He remembers.

He came from the ancient Earth era, and he remembered what kind of civilization the Earth had created - the pyramids and sphinxes of ancient Egypt, the Great Wall and oracle bones of China that have lasted for thousands of years, the Hanging Gardens and Tower of Babel of ancient Babylon, the religion and science of ancient India...

And the light of humanity that is as bright as stars in the vast river of time - saints, heroes, revolutionaries, kings, generals, brave men who fight against fate, and the little people who flashed in the great history...

Each of them is enough to make a TV series of dozens of episodes!

They are the long-lost treasures of the Earth.

Now it is time to return them to the Earth.