Zhou Xuan returned to his body after a day trip, hearing Yun Ziliang and Peng Sheng chatting downstairs, he opened the door and went down.
At this moment, Zhao Wuya had already returned to the Old Painting Pavilion. When Peng Sheng and Yun Ziliang, two contemporaries, met, the conversation was especially lively.
"Three hundred years of vicissitudes, changes are too great, skyscrapers everywhere, there used to be no such tall buildings."
"Exactly, even the Observatory wasn't as tall as the Li Yuan Building now. The wealthy these days really know how to enjoy themselves—cinemas, parks, dance halls, bowling alleys, and the cigarettes they smoke are much better than the tobacco leaves we had in our times."
Yun Ziliang, hidden in a painting, didn't know of the seasons until the scroll was taken by Zhou Xuan, allowing him to boldly enjoy the comforts of life.
His sentiments exceeded those of Peng Sheng considerably.
