British writer

Boom!

Lu Shi was hit.

He opened his eyes and found a little boy standing in front of him, with brown hair combed scribbled to one side, with his right arm spread out, using the crook of his arm as a support, holding a stack of thick newspapers.

Um……

Newsboy! ?

There is obviously no such occupation in modern China, let alone a small foreigner.

Lu Shi couldn't help muttering to himself: "Think about it every day, dream at night. Having this kind of strange dream... It seems that you can't go on like this 996, otherwise you will risk sudden death if you doze off on the subway."

The reason for saying this is because he has been translating an English book recently, and it has reached the point where he has been up all night.

The workload of translation is generally not too large, and the working hours can be arranged freely. In principle, there is no need to work overtime.

But Lu Shi is different. Because he is proficient in multiple languages, he studied related majors at university, plus he has a lot of reading and a high level of literary literacy, which leads to a lot of work and urgent work in his hands. He has no chance to take a good rest, even taking the subway. Make use of it as much as possible.

He decided to close his eyes and go back to sleep, squinting for a while.

Unexpectedly, the phantom newsboy in front of him spoke: "Sir, do you want a newspaper?"

English is still used.

Lu Shi didn't think much, waved his hands, and replied in English casually: "No, no, let me continue..."

Before the words fell, he couldn't help but froze.

He blinked hard, staring blankly at the newsboy in front of him.

The newsboy thought he was in business and continued to sell: "Mr. Churchill gave another speech about the narrow escape, and criticized the government's policy in the Anglo-Boer war, and resolutely opposed the military expansion plan. The content is wonderful, not to be missed!"

Churchill,

Anglo-Boer War,

opposed to the military expansion plan,

...

As long as you are a normal person, you should realize the seriousness of the problem.

Lu Shi glanced over the newspaper, and found that the text on it was extremely blurred, and the English letters were connected together like little tadpoles, which was not at the level that modern printing should have.

He swallowed, took a quick look at the content of the newspaper, and found that reports about Churchill occupied almost three-quarters of the front page, and the words "October 13, 1900" were impressively printed on the headline.

For a moment, Lu Shi lost all sleepiness.

He looked up and looked around,

What you see in front of you is not the clean and bright carriages of Metro Line 5, but the dark alleys, where old British-style buildings stand in rows, and every brick and tile looks very real;

The ground was very muddy, occasionally a carriage passed by, the horseshoes rattled, and dirty muddy water was splashed on the ground;

There is also a vague smell from the Thames River in the air, which is also one of the signs of the rapid industrialization of the foggy London in the early 20th century.

Whether it is historical events or the surrounding environment, it can be matched with the year 1900,

Really time travel,

Did not run away.

If you come here, you will be safe. Lu Shi decided to find out who he is first, so he reached out and touched the back of his head, and found that there was indeed a snake braid there, so he had a rough guess about his identity——

The government-funded foreign students sent to London by the Qing court.

He bowed his head and pondered for a moment, pointing to the newspaper and asked the newsboy: "This is..."Manchester Guardian" (that is, the modern "Guardian")?"

The newsboy heaved a sigh of relief, thankful that he guessed correctly, the international students were indeed literate.

He stuffed the newspaper into Lu Shi's hand, then spread out his palm,

Lu Shi: "Tsk..."

It seems that the money has to be given if it is not given.

He groped all over his body, and finally found a bulge on the inner lining of the coat, which seemed to be a patch sewn on, but the upper side was not sealed, leaving a small opening where two fingers could be inserted.

The newsboy watched curiously, and couldn't help but ask, "This...isn't your clothes?"

Lu Shi coughed awkwardly and took out a penny, but instead of giving it directly to the other party, he asked, "Hey, is there a place to rent a house nearby?"

Basic necessities of life, food, housing, and transportation must always be resolved.

The newsboy nimbly snatched the coins away,

"Behind you, bar!"

Leaving this sentence behind, he ran away in a hurry.

Lu Shi muttered: "Little monkey!"

But he still turned his head graciously, and found that the stone steps he was sitting on belonged to the front door of a bar, and wild and unrestrained laughter could be heard from inside the door from time to time.

He got up and read the bar's sign: "RUDDER."

A large rudder was nailed to the sign very appropriately.

At this time, the door was opened.

A tall bearded sailor pushed out the door, his complexion was bright red, and the bulging muscles in his chest rose and fell with his breathing.

He immediately noticed Lu Shi, smiled sarcastically, and said, "What's the matter, finished vomiting? Do you still want to fight again? I warn you, I can still stuff a whale in my stomach."

Sailors like to brag, and this buddy will probably spit out too.

Lu Shi didn't bother to expose it, so he glanced at his feet, only to find that there was indeed a puddle of vomit there.

The cause of death of the original owner of this body has been found.

It can only be said that fake wine harms people.

Lu Shi shook his head and replied, "I just arrived in London, so I don't know where there are houses for rent?"

The sailor was stunned for a moment, and then said: "No wonder you are an unfamiliar face. Tsk tsk tsk... How can there be such a stupid person who comes out to drink without renting the house."

He yelled towards the door of the bar: "Little Stanford, there is a renter here."

"I'm coming!"

Little Stanford rushed out of the door in a few steps, looked at Lu Shi,

That gaze was obviously weighing.

Lu Shi cleared his throat and said, "I want to rent a house."

Little Stanford probably felt that this order would not be enough to eat, and suddenly lost the eager enthusiasm just now, but asked dispensably: "Okay, long-term and short-term rentals are available, and you can choose a single room at any time. How do you want to do it?" ?”

Lu Shi touched it just now, and there was not much money in the patch, so he replied, "The cheapest one is fine..."

Before the words fell, a surprised voice suddenly sounded from behind:

"Lu, you want to change places? Didn't we just agree?"

Lu Shi couldn't help turning around,

Unexpectedly, in front of him was an East Asian man with short stature and a ridiculous mustache.

He looks like he hasn't woken up, his hair is messy, and he has very thick dark circles under his eyes. It's almost like he has deliberately painted smoky makeup, making his small eyes look even smaller.

However, this appearance gave him a bit of a scholarly look.

Lu Shi always felt that the person in front of him was somewhat familiar, as if he had seen it in an old black and white photo.

He fell into memory,

This man is...

Could this person be...

Suddenly, he raised his head and stared at the short man,

"Natsu...Natsume Soseki!???"

Hearing this name, the other party's beard visibly trembled, and he pulled Lu Shi to the other side of the alley, and at the same time complained in an extremely crappy "British accent": "fxxk, how many times have I told you, don't call me pen name!"

It turned out to be Natsume Soseki!

Lu Shi didn't expect to meet a historical figure on the first day of time travel,

Moreover, from that point of view, the two seem to be roommates.