Chapter 1 of the Sleeping City

Ye Xiao had a dream. ……When I woke up from the dream, I opened my eyes and saw the green mountains and plains, bamboos piercing my pupils like arrows, and a huge flower blooming wildly, so dazzlingly red. The majestic mountains above our heads are bumpy and undulating, and higher up are layers of dark clouds, and a heavy rain will fall at any time. Where is this? Sweat from the nightmare fell from his forehead. He found a swaying car seat beneath him, bright window glass on the right, and a familiar face on the left. It's like the brain is being torn apart. Sun Tzu Chu grinned at him: "Hey, you're finally awake!" "You-" Ye Xiao opened his eyes wide, struggled to stand up, and asked blankly: "Why are you here?" " Not awake yet? But I remember you didn’t drink much last night.” Ye Xiao covered his mouth and exhaled, but there was no smell of alcohol. He looked around. This was a small tourist bus with a dozen tourists sitting on it. Outside the car is a tropical or subtropical mountainous area, with dense green trees dotted with bright flowers. A road winds through the mountains, leading to the elusive depths of destiny. But with so many people in the car, Ye Xiao only knew Sun Tzu Chu beside him - they had become good friends in the past two years. Sun Tzu Chu, a history teacher at S University, had helped him a lot. "Where are we going now?" "Lanna Royal Tomb - we just drove from Chiang Mai." "Chiang Mai?" It seemed that he had heard this place name somewhere before. Ye Xiao racked his brains and thought for a moment, "Where are we? Province? Yunnan? Or Guizhou?" Sun Zichu smiled bitterly: "Please, are you kidding us?" "We are not in China?" "Chiang Mai is the most famous city in northern Thailand. Have you forgotten the breakfast we had at the hotel in Chiang Mai a few hours ago?" His heart sank to the bottom of the bathtub again, Ye Xiao rubbed his temples hard, and his back was covered with cold sweat. Memory is like a broken mirror, even your own face is broken, and no one can put it back together again. However, at least I found the coordinate line: Northern Thailand - Chiang Mai - Lanna Tomb. What about the vertical lines? "What day is today?" "September 24th! I really don't understand. You were normal when the train started, but now you seem to have come back from an alien planet?" And Ye Xiao asked an even stupider question: "Where? "A year?" "841 BC!" Sun Tzu Chu was confused by him, "Are you trying to trick me?" "September 24, 2006, in Chiang Mai, northern Thailand. What about the royal mausoleum?" The vertical line of time and the horizontal line of space finally intersect on the plane. This special coordinate point - may be fatal.