"What is God? God is the creator and ruler of heaven and earth, the unattainable and supreme existence in the eyes of people, they can control the life and death of you, your family, and even all the life you know in a single thought, everything is an ant in front of them, and everything should be worshiped at their feet, so young man, are you willing to become a member of God?"

On the shore of the lake, an old man with the smell of decay was staring at a young man covered in bruises, the old man's words did not sound a trace of seduction, but like a child abductor, and his ragged shape and hair enough to raise mites at this moment were telling others all the time that he was a vagabond, and the young man also had a rather disgusted look, the young man's innocent face, quite heroic face but a few freckles that were not too big or small, seemed to be a little handsome, but the greasy forehead was always announcing to others his contempt for self-hygiene, and the blood stain on his face is also announcing his identity as the loser of a fight.

Perhaps it was the defeat that had just made the boy indifferent to others, and the boy was not at all interested in the old man's nonsense, but turned his gaze to the lake. The sparkling golden light sprinkled on the green trees by the lake, and the pale green lake reflected the verdant mountains, the small trees in the mountains were reflected but also saw clearly, and there were fish in the lake leaping up as if flying from the water to the mountain peaks and as if jumping into the lake from the top of the mountain, and the gentle breeze helped the young man's face, like a girl whispering in the young man's ear. The young man looked at the beautiful scenery in the lake, and gradually lost his mind, forgetting his defeat just now, forgetting the old man's unbounded words just now, forgetting where he was, and quietly indulging himself in this ephemeral beauty.

"Boy" The old man called out to the boy again, "Have you thought about it?" the boy came back to his senses and was about to reject the crazy old man. But when he faced the old man, he was stunned, the slanting sun had gone around the old man's back at some point, and the afterglow shone on the old man's body, but it seemed that the golden light was attached to the old man's clothes, making the tattered clothes have a hint of sacredness, and the mountains on the side seemed to be as tall as before, as if they had bent down their previous proud posture to bow down to the old man, but the lake water also poured to the old man's feet, ready to be like a fanatic believer desperately worshipping, it was this foil, but it gave the old man a kind of majesty that could not be offended.

A trace of contempt flashed in the young man's heart, such a depressed crazy old man came to ask me if I would like to become a god? I'm afraid that he doesn't think he is cheating, obviously he selectively ignored the strange situation at this time, the old man seemed to have discovered the young man's thoughts, and shook his head as if to say that the child cannot be taught, suddenly, the young man felt as if he was sinking, he felt that he was in the middle of the lake at this time, the sun was sprinkled on his face through the lake, but he didn't feel the slightest warmth, he seemed to feel the unpleasant and even desperate suffocation when the lake water poured into his nostrils, he looked up and looked at the day, so as to tell himself that the so-called sinking to the bottom of the lake was just a sudden hallucination, but when he raised his head, what greeted him was the reflection of the green green mountains。

Panic, despair, and helplessness suddenly poured into his heart, he looked at the old man, looked at his lips that were flying up and down, he must have been talking high at this time, the young man was staring at him, but the strange feeling of suffocation was that his face was red, and he couldn't hear the old man's words clearly, but he could still catch the hint of banter flashing in the old man's eyes. His heart was telling himself that maybe the old man had done all this, maybe all this was done by the old man to convince himself to believe in him, but how could he become a god? And even if the old man was a god, why did he ask him such a question? The young man couldn't figure it out, he couldn't understand why the old man chose himself over anyone else, if he was really a god, but he knew that if he didn't answer, he would die here.

The young man knew very well in his heart that if he continued like this, he would definitely suffocate to death, but when he opened his mouth, he felt the lake water immediately pour into his mouth, and the sudden impact made him want to faint, but he couldn't care about this, he endured the pain, and said the sentence "I do!" in an almost hoarse voice. The boy felt the suffocation receding like a tide, and he fell down after being relieved, just as he was about to pass out, a white light flashed in the middle of the lake, and the white light flashed to the boy, and everything that was touched by the white light turned into nothingness, whether it was the old man, or the mountain or the water, and the boy also lost consciousness at this time, and the moment his eyes closed, the white light shone on his body

"Wow" The middle-aged man jumped up from the bed, and it seemed that the dream just now hit him quite hard, "I had that dream again." The man sat on the edge of the bed and muttered to himself, and picked up the cigarette on the bedside, and for a moment the room was filled with the thick smell of inferior smoke. The man casually examined his room, the books lay disorganized on the floor, the table next to it was sprinkled with the noodle soup of instant noodles that had been eaten in the past, and the game discs next to the TV had long since been piled up, and the only thing that had a sense of dissonance was the dazzling array of figures in the collection case. The man couldn't seem to stand the situation in his room, and frowned for a while, "It seems that I have to clean up the room that day." The man subconsciously said this, it was obvious that this was not the first time he had made such a promise, but the scene in his room was a big talk about the man's laziness. As soon as these words came out, the man was stunned, and he himself was wondering whether he should clean up his room as he said or still let FLAG go with the wind as before.

After a long game of self-play, the man denied his ideas again and again, and finally decided that he would clean up the room if there were guests in the future, but he knew that no one would come to visit him here, and this was just a reason for him to continue to be in a mess. The man slowly got up from the edge of the bed and walked slowly towards the closet, stretching while playing Hache, and when the closet was opened, he took out a suit coat that did not match the whole room at all, he knew this fact, but it didn't matter.

The man slowly put on his clothes, but when he was halfway through the clothes, he would look at the wall where there was nothing, and slowly get out of his mind, letting his thoughts drift out of this seemingly useless body, out of this room, and into the universe. Whenever his thoughts drifted away for less than a moment, the man would suddenly wake up and continue to dress. By the time he finished dressing, a long time had passed, but the man was not in a hurry at all, and still put on black leather gloves at that hurried speed. When he was done with everything, it seemed like he was not in this room. The pitch-black trench coat with a white scarf, the black leather shoes on his feet and the black top hat on his head are so out of place in this room. The man resisted and opened the door and walked out.