Ji Wan is an ordinary high school history teacher.
After finally surviving another semester, the little brats who were in their third year of high school were sent away, and a happy summer vacation ushered in. Ji Wan happily signed up for a seven-day tour of the Mayan ruins - he had really wanted to see that magical and mysterious ancient country in the history books for a long time!
In this way, when he stood in front of the ruins of the Tikal Temple with his backpack on his back...
Ji Wan let out a sharp crack.
Where am I in such a big ruin???!!!
Who can tell me why the ruins that were just a pile of broken stones became new, complete and glowing strangely in the blink of an eye!!!
And why did his jacket turn into a robe with weird and complicated patterns, and even the super expensive backpack on his back turned into a basket made of wooden strips!!!
Save me, I'm wearing--over--!!!!
The people of Tikal City who had gathered from afar looked at their high priest in confusion as he crawled darkly and twisted in front of the temple, thinking seriously about whether the Sun-Eyed God had given him some important but incomprehensible decree.
"High Priest, it's almost time, why don't you get ready?"*
The Mayan youth was also wearing a prosperous robe. He spoke clearly but with strange pauses. He had a smile on his face and a crazy but sincere admiration in his eyes... As if Ji Wan was the sun-eyed god.
Ji Wan instinctively shuddered under the young man's gaze, put on airs, and showed off all his talent for drama: "Oh, oh, of course, I'll go now."*
So he walked to the luxurious palace not far away at the young man's respectful invitation. While thinking about the situation at hand, the more he thought about it, the more he felt that something was wrong. However, he was somehow confused and could not break through the window paper that covered his thoughts, until he heard the sound of Mayan people communicating along the road——
Putting aside why he, a young man of the 21st century, could understand the language of the ancient Mayans, he suddenly stopped and realized that when the Mayan young man spoke to him just now...
Chinese. Pure and pure Mandarin, Chinese.
The young man turned back and looked at the high priest who had stopped moving forward. The bone ornaments on his ears and nose shone with white light under the sunlight, but they could never cover up the light emanating from his dark pupils.
"What's the matter, Grand Priest?"*
*The sentences marked "*" in this article (including introduction) are all narrated in Chinese
ps: The author of this article actually knows very little about Mayan history. Even if he checked the information, he could only get the information about Du Niang going to the dirty streets. Please don't take it too seriously and do research. Let's put aside our minds and read happily (?)
Pps: At present, I find that my writing style is too xxs, and it seems that I can't support the brilliance of the copywriting. I have locked it first and thought about it...
Concept: The if line of the world, the fork in the road that civilization has never traveled