Thoth, the Extraordinary, the young master of prophecy, the elite of the Red of War.

Meng Bai, a college student, a good student specializing in English, and a pillar of the future of New China.

He gradually adjusts to the present and future as "Thoth", and gradually distances himself from the past called "Monber".

Time has passed quickly, and his years as an extraordinary person have quietly accumulated three years, and the angel has grown from knee-high to waist-high. In the early morning he would go and teach the consul's sons the physical arts—he had won the position almost without any suspense by virtue of the martial arts he had honed on the battlefield—and then he would return in the middle of the day and wake up the little miko, who was still lying in bed—he would usually count to three, and when he counted three, he would lift the quilt directly, and they would go to a nearby diner to eat something, and sometimes on a whim—or he could not stand the coquettish rolling of the little miko to cook two dishes, although he could feel that the food was from the "physiological needs" This column is detached, but maintaining human habits helps to stabilize human nature. In the afternoons he would pass the time by writing and drawing, occasionally taking on a few tasks of a hired nature, if it was something easy he would find time to tell the little god stories and riddles, if it was a difficult matter he would give the little god a little room to express himself, and then praise him - he would get a little crow on his shoulder. On starry nights, he would sing songs of the past to the wilderness, and plucked the lyre every time—the consul had a musician in his house so that he could ask him how to play the harp, and the little god sat in his arms, shook his head to the strange melody, and when the song was over, he asked what to do with the strange language, and he told another story.

For countless nights, he took Amun's little hand and walked back to the chariot, ending the old day in his sleep and starting the new in the morning light. The days were so dull that he looked forward to such peaceful days forever.

Until one day, he had a dream in which he was a Russian foreign teacher named Alexander, and a woman in a black dress was standing next to him.

The woman has the capable temperament of a working woman, but her eyes are too calm, reminiscent of the water that cannot be shocked, which makes people unwarranted and afraid.

"Do you really think...... Is the present 'you' fully you? ”

The woman's words are like a pebble thrown into the middle of a lake, although it sinks in an instant, it still ripples.

A campus appeared in his dreamland, but not the one he used to do in college, nor the two in middle school and elementary school, but a new and unfamiliar campus, furnished and furnished with a subtle novelty, like flipping through an old book after many years; The faces of the people there were blurred, some in straight suits, some in tweed skirts, some in tunics, but many more in gray and red school uniforms.

The ponytail-tying pupils were sitting on their knees, staring at the blackboard and the podium with confused or blazing eyes, and he heard a muffled voice speaking words and grammar, reading and comprehension, with a little overly hoarse—and it took him a while before he realized that it was coming from his own mouth.

Lines of fluent English were written on the blackboard with a stabbing sound, and when the full stop was clicked, the chalk broke because of the force too hard, and he stared at the hand with the black watch and the sleeve of the shirt, realizing that it was his own.

When the bell rang for the end of class, he heard himself assign today's homework in an unquestionable voice, and one after another lamentations rang from under the podium, but such sorrow was commonplace for students under the examination education. The next class was physical education, the boys brought soccer balls and basketballs, the girls brought badminton and table tennis, and when he went to another building, he saw them having fun in the sun, and a girl ran over to pick up the shuttlecocks that flew out of bounds, and showed him a big smile from afar.

"Hello Mr. Meng—"

He woke up in a violent start, the eastern canopy was faintly bright, and the little Divine Son curled up beside him, breathing evenly and long.