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He was wearing only a simple white T-shirt, casual trousers, and flip-flops.

This outfit was already one that he felt was no longer "timeless".

As soon as he stepped outside, Xu Yang felt the chill.

Then, he turned his head and glanced at it.

The door was still there, but the surroundings were empty; it was just a door.

So, Xu Yang stepped through that door again.

"It really is a rental apartment inside the door, that's great."

Being able to come back is undoubtedly fantastic news.

With his two thumbs resting on the back of the shoulder straps, Xu Yang stepped out the door again.

When I turned back again, the door was still there.

"I wonder if anyone else can see this door, and if it will stay here forever?"

"If I could control its appearance or disappearance at will... Holy crap, is that really possible?"

Xu Yang was thrilled as he watched the door suddenly disappear.

Then, with a thought, the vanished door reappeared.

"Wow, could it be that I've awakened a system too?"

"But I tried all day yesterday and couldn't get the so-called system to work."

"No, let's try again."

After trying for more than ten minutes, Xu Yang gave up because there was no response at all.

"This house is now basically my personal space. I can summon that door to come and go at any time, which is pretty convenient."

Just to be on the safe side, he didn't put his belongings back.

He didn't continue studying the portable house, but instead walked towards the street in the distance.

He was determined to find out the current time and his location.

Upon arriving at the destination, he raised his hand and stopped a person riding a bicycle.

Xu Yang noticed that the other person was wearing a watch.

"Young man, is there something you need?"

Upon hearing this, Xu Yang's eyes lit up.

His Hubei-accented Mandarin sounded so familiar.

He knew that he was most likely still in Wuhan and had not gone very far.

"Uncle, could you please tell me what day it is today? What time is it now?"

The other person was clearly taken aback for a moment before glancing at their watch and saying, "Today is March 6th, and it's 6:17 AM."

"What year was that?" Xu Yang then asked.

Upon hearing this, the other person immediately retorted, "Of course it's 79. How come you can't even remember the year?"

Upon hearing that it was 79, Xu Yang's eyes lit up.

This era is better; it's not as serious as the 1960s and 70s, and it will become increasingly free.

It can be said that this was a golden age.

Xu Yang quickly bowed to the other person and said, "Thank you, Uncle. Please take care."

After watching the other person leave, Xu Yang danced with joy.

"I've traveled to a good era! Now, a large number of educated youth are returning to the city, and the city is full of young people. It won't be out of place if I'm one more."

"Right now, let's get some food first, and then figure out how to get a legal identity."

Xu Yang muttered to himself, then walked forward along the street.

He observed that his location was relatively remote, and he couldn't see any buildings.

However, he was certain that this place was a city.

After all, the flow of bicycles he saw yesterday was quite large.

After walking for more than ten minutes, Xu Yang saw some buildings and there were more pedestrians on the road.

Xu Yang didn't rush into contact with others, but he found that he attracted a lot of attention.

Most likely, it's because their clothes look fashionable.

The aesthetic standards of later generations are quite different from those of the 1970s.

In addition, his backpack was also very eye-catching; there probably wasn't such a style in China at that time.

So after discovering the building complex, Xu Yang went into the alley.

Because there are relatively few people, it won't attract much attention.

When no one was around, he summoned his personal home and put his backpack back.

Then Xu Yang wandered through the alleys, his mind racing as he considered the issue of his identity.

Although things were much more relaxed in 1979 than in the 1960s and 70s, without a household registration, a letter of introduction, or a work unit, it was still very difficult to get by.

You need proof to stay in a guesthouse, you need proof to buy a train ticket, and sometimes you even have to be subservient to state-run restaurants.

He can't stay in his rented room forever, can he?

Just then, a cry for help came from ahead.

Xu Yang immediately ran towards the direction of the cries for help and then saw a river.

The person calling for help is struggling in the river.

Xu Yang quickly summoned his portable house, then took off his clothes, pants, and shoes, threw them into the house along with his backpack, turned around and jumped into the river, swimming towards the other person.

He used all his strength in the water, struggling for more than ten minutes, before finally pulling the other person back to shore and helping them push ashore.

Just as he was about to get ashore, he suddenly felt everything go black.

The words "hypoglycemia" flashed through Xu Yang's mind, and a sense of regret arose in his heart.

My life hasn't even begun, am I already destined to fail?

Just as he was sinking to the bottom of the water, someone jumped in and pulled him back to the surface.

"Hurry up, pull him up."

Hearing this voice, Xu Yang breathed a sigh of relief and felt much more at ease.

However, he felt his consciousness gradually fading away.

It's unclear how much time passed before he recovered.

When he opened his eyes again, he found himself lying in a hospital room.

Beside them sat a kind-looking auntie.

"Young man, you're finally awake! I was so worried about you," the aunt said with a happy expression.

Xu Yang looked at the other person with some doubt, then asked, "And you are?"

"My name is He Hui. Do you remember how you risked your life to save my niece this morning?"

Xu Yang's eyes darted around, then he said, "Really? I can't remember anything at all."

"Ouch, my head hurts so much."

He had no identity; to this era, he was simply someone who appeared out of thin air.

Even if the authorities investigate, they won't find anything.

He felt that this might be an opportunity.

After all, he saved people, which was an act of bravery. We can't just arrest him because he has no proof of his capture and 'amnesia,' can we?

In the end, it will probably just fizzle out, and I'll just stay in this city and give myself an identity.

After all, there are unemployed young people returning to the city everywhere, so one more wouldn't make a difference.

So, once he started performing, he began to pay attention to the other person's expressions.

Xu Yang's words made He Hui's expression turn serious.

He Hui asked with a worried look, "Do you still know who you are and where you live?"

"Xu Yang, my name is Xu Yang, I live at... I live at..." Xu Yang pressed his head, making a pained expression.

"I can't remember, I can't remember anything at all, what happened?"

As he spoke, he tapped his head.

He Hui quickly grabbed Xu Yang's hand and said anxiously, "Child, don't be like this. If you can't remember, then don't think about it."

"Don't worry, you saved our Xiaoli, you are our family's great benefactor, we will take responsibility for you."

"Don't get agitated, I'll go find a doctor to take a look." With that, He Hui tried to help Xu Yang lie down.

Seeing that his plan had succeeded, Xu Yang obediently lay down.

He made up his mind that no matter who asked, he would pretend to have amnesia and get away with it.

Perhaps then, they can successfully "go dark" and then legitimately pursue their artistic careers.