Is the boss fine today?

On the day of Sacrifice Festival, the lingering heavy rain in Mei Town stopped completely.The sky was spotless, and the dark clouds had fled to nowhere.

The Sacrifice Festival is a traditional festival of the Mei people, and almost everyone will attend it.The shops on the street are all closed, and there are few people. People put on the clothes of the sacrificial festival early, all in black clothes and silver ornaments. There are groups of men and women in black clothes and black hats on the street. A large funeral.

Tan Yue stood smoking at the door and waited for Zhao Zhao, while Situ stood beside him, looking in a good mood.

"I wanted to go to sacrifice with you." Tan Yue said, "What a pity."

In addition, Lao Xing also stayed to see the inn. Only he and Zhao Zhao, two outsiders, participated in the sacrificial festival. Speaking of it, Tan Yue was a little disappointed with Situ. He thought that Situ would do something else this day , such as stabbing him to death with a knife, poisoning the wine, sacrificing his blood-losing body on the sacrificial altar, and so on.After all, he always urged Tan Yue to go to the Sacrificial Festival inside and outside the words. Tan Yue once naively thought that there would be a big event happening today, but now he couldn't help but feel a huge loss.

Situ said succinctly: "It's not convenient to go, have fun."

The Mei people worship at the foot of the mountain. There is a huge open space at the foot of the mountain, which has been shaved so that not a single blade of grass can grow. A blazing bonfire is placed in the center of the mountain.Men drank half-naked, and women danced around bonfires.The young girl closest to the bonfire is covered with silver jewelry, and there are layers of silver rings hanging on her bare neck, arms, waist and thighs, and her whole body is shining with silver.The women danced and she sang loudly right in front of the fire.Her voice was as clear as the river flowing through the valley after the rain, and it was extremely high-pitched. Even though her body was so petite, her voice carried far and far along with the wind.

Zhao Zhao walked through the crowd of the Mei people with two twisted braids. He drank the wine toasted by the little boy, and then toasted an old man of the Mei people.

"The excitement belongs to others." He suddenly remembered this sentence.But Tan Yue looked at the lively scene for a while, and walked into the crowd.He looked up near the foot of the mountain, and there was a lake hanging on the mountainside. The locals called it Amira, which was the chief culprit Zhao Zhao said made him trapped on the mountain.

"The heavy rain a few days ago didn't wash this lake down the mountain." Zhao Zhao was full of alcohol, but he spoke clearly, "Fortunately, I ran fast, otherwise I almost got washed into the lake and drowned, damn it Amira. But it's beautiful, you should go see it."

"Tomorrow." Tan Yue agreed casually, "Has God come?"

As soon as the words fell, the dense crowd suddenly fell short—everyone knelt down.Tan Yue was taken aback, and all the men and women around knelt down on the ground, lowered their heads, and muttered to themselves.A figure came out from behind the bonfire, a tall figure, wearing a long, baggy black robe with sleeves reaching to the knees, and the hem trailing to the floor, completely covering him; his blood-red face was hidden in the hood, exactly Said it was a hideous and very ugly mask, a mask with black spots on a red background.The lips of the mask are black, and the corners of the mouth drawn by black paint extend exaggeratedly to both sides, as if smiling; the nose is pointed and long, and there is a nose ring hanging on the right side; the mask has no eyebrows, and two holes are cut out for the eyes , the edges were painted black, and Tan Yue saw the black eyes under his mask, like two balls of charred coals, with a faint scarlet flame.

God raised his hands like a bird flapping its wings.The murmurs all around grew louder.

Tan Yue looked at the Living God curiously, until Zhao Zhao ruthlessly pulled the corner of Tan Yue's clothes, and said in panic, "Quickly kneel down! Didn't you notice, you're the only one standing there!" Only then did Yue kneel down.Except for Zhao Zhao, almost all the men and women of the Mei tribe in black were muttering devoutly to themselves, as if they were praying for something. After listening carefully for a while, they found that they were repeating a sentence in unison.

"What are they talking about?" Tan Yue asked Zhao Zhao in a low voice.

"'Save me, save me'. They were praying to God for salvation."

Talk about creepy.

He couldn't help but look up again to see the hideous living god in front of the campfire.

The Living God was retreating step by step, and slowly circled behind the bonfire. When his figure completely disappeared, a few seconds later, the crowd stood up again, like a forest suddenly rising from the ground.

The girl in black and silver stood in front of the bonfire again, and Tan Yue saw her open her mouth indifferently in a daze.The clear and high-spirited singing voice was once again flowing among the crowd.

People are moving again, women are dancing, men are drinking...

"Is this the end?" Tan Yue was at a loss.

"Otherwise, do you think that the living god will stay with you to play cards and have a meal? He is also very busy, okay, he only descends to earth once a year." Zhao Zhao laughed at him, "You are so stupid."

"Where did he go?"

"Go back to the mountain and live. Legend has it that he lives on Amira's island in the middle of the lake. God, he doesn't mingle with mortals."

The more we talked, we went to look at Amira on the high mountain again. The lake was frozen like a mirror.Zhao Zhao took his hand and pushed him into the crowd. There were many hands supporting him, men and women, hands wearing silver rings, and warm smiling faces.

Zhao Zhao approached him holding a black bowl, "Yueyue, don't be so dumb, look at you fascinated by God, come and drink, forget about him when you are drunk, he only appears once a year , Man and God have different paths..."

However, Zhao Zhao failed to get him drunk.

Zhao Zhao's drinking capacity is very good, but Tan Yue's drinking capacity is comparable to him.The two drank a few catties of Meizu's self-brewed wine, but they failed to achieve the goal of making each other drunk. It was late at night, so they just went back to the inn with their arms around each other.

It was close to midnight at this time, and the inn was already closed.Zhao Zhao pretended to be drunk, and squeaked and slapped on the door of the inn: "Open the door, open the door! Situ, Situ! I'm getting more and more drunk—" He yelled like this for about 5 minutes. While playing a game of mini games on the ground, the door opened.

It was rare for Lao Xing to put on a bad face when he didn't talk to each other: "Have you had fun?"

"It's very interesting." Tan Yue said, "I saw God."

Situ hadn't slept yet, and he might have just been woken up by Zhao Zhao's loud voice.He was wearing a silk moon-white pajamas, hunched over behind the counter playing Rubik's Cube.

Tan Yue asked Situ: "Do you have WeChat?"

This question is very redundant and very stupid, but the more I talk about it, the more I ask.Situ didn't laugh at him.

"No." He put down the Rubik's Cube.

"Then can you leave me a phone number?"

Situ handed him a flip button phone, probably because he couldn't use the popular touch screen phones nowadays.Tan Yue turned on the phone, dialed his own number without looking sideways, and immediately returned it to Situ.

"Let Lao Xing save the first number later."

As he spoke, he turned on his phone and wrote "111" for Situ.

Lao Xing was chatting with Zhao Zhao about drinking, and Zhao Zhao bragged that he could drink a thousand cups.Lao Xing laughed a few times, "I'll get you drunk tonight." Then, he went into the back door, probably to get some wine.

Tan Yue lay down on the counter and turned on his cell phone.He hadn't been on WeChat for a few days, and a lot of messages popped up.He didn't watch it all, switched to Moments, and found that Qingqing had liked his "so boring and wanted to be raped" post.

"The sacrificial festival is over, when are you going back?" Situ asked him.

"I didn't say I want to go back." Tan Yue yawned, "Aren't you going to work in your store? I'm out of money, boss, how long does it take to get a raise?"

But he never even asked how much his monthly salary was.

Situ laughed, Tan Yue didn't know what he was laughing at.After a while he said: "Lao Xing has no objection, you can stay if you want to do it."

Lao Xing seemed to be in a good mood today, cheerfully like an old man taking care of his grandson in the downstairs community.He greeted Tan Yue to come over for a drink.Situ also went over and sat down at the table, Tan Yue heard Zhao Zhao bragging again, this time it was Tan Yue.

"It's getting worse, he's bigger than me, Lao Xing, you can't just feed me..."

Lao Xing poured Situ a small glass of wine.Everyone else is a wine bowl, only he is a small wine glass.Tan Yue laughed at him again in his heart, what a fucking lady.

"Let's talk." Situ moved his position and whispered.

Zhao Zhao and Lao Xing were yelling loudly, but no one heard Situ's words.It was a whisper to him alone.

Tan Yue's wine was getting stronger, his face was red, he cleared his throat, and asked, "What are you talking about?"

"You saw the priest. How does it feel?"

"Huh?" Tan Yue recalled the bonfire, the singing, the murmurs of the crowd, and the living god in black robe and mask, "I think he is very lonely."

"Who?"

"God. The high god looks very lonely. He only appears in the human world once a year..." Tan Yue stared into Situ Wushen's eyes and said, "However, the god looks cool, I want to sleep with him. You don't need to take off the mask, just sleep with him like this."

Situ didn't speak, and looked a little surprised, probably shocked by the sudden swearing.

Zhao Zhao noticed the two people who had been frozen, and asked loudly: "Hey! What are you doing? Come drink." He was already a little slurred.

"Let's chat." Situ said again, this time to everyone at the table.

"Come and talk, it's not human if you don't talk." Zhao Zhao said, "What are you talking about?"

"How did you become a painter? How much does a painting cost?" Lao Xing took the lead in cheering.

"How did you become one? I have learned to paint since I was a child... How much is it? Vulgar! Can art be measured by money?" Zhao Zhao was not as talkative as when he was sober. Who is one? Just you, Yue Yue, talk about yourself."

Tan Yue asked, "What are you talking about?"

Zhao Zhao said: "What did you do before? Why didn't you do photography?"

"That's too long a story to tell."

"You cut it shorter."

Is it romantic to discuss your past with a few strangers you've known for a week?Tan Yue doesn't think so.However, Zhao Zhao was so enthusiastic that Tan Yue had no choice but to pick some unimportant content to talk about. It was a very ordinary and boring family crisis story.

Tanyue's parents are university professors. Many teachers can't teach their children well, and they are no exception.There is a certain gap between father and son, mother and son.After talking about growing up, they are old.

"I started to feel that they were scared, that they were afraid that I would leave, but I went anyway."

On Zhao Zhao's face, "I've taken off my pants, just let me listen to this", he said viciously, "What does this have to do with what I asked?"

"Family factor, that's part of it."

"Who wants to hear that?"

"Okay. What do you want to hear?"

"Tell me about your love history."

"No love history, really no."

Zhao Zhao quickly replied: "I understand, you only care about your kidneys but not your heart."

This was a big misunderstanding, but Tan Yue didn't bother to explain it. Ever since Zhao Zhao discovered the scar on his neck, he had already become an image of a sensual old driver in Zhao Zhao's mind, and he couldn't wash it off even if he jumped into the Yellow River.

"Next, Situ." Tan Yue pointed at the young lady pinching the cup, "Why are you blind?"

"sick."

"Really?" Tan Yue turned his head to ask Lao Xing for confirmation, "Is it really sick?"

Lao Xing nodded.

"Okay," Tan Yue's smile collapsed, "it's not interesting."

After drinking for three rounds, Zhao Zhao slammed down on the table, claiming that the person who is not drunk after a thousand cups is always the first to fall down.Tan Yue yawned, and asked Lao Xing on behalf of Zhao Zhao: "What is your relationship with Situ?"

"My mother was kind to Lao Xing. She saved Lao Xing." It was Situ who answered him, "That's why Lao Xing stayed to take care of me."

Kindness, help, stay.

These two sentences contained a lot of information, and after talking for a long time, it was a pity that he was a little drunk and his head was not flexible, so he couldn't gossip while the iron was hot.

Lao Xing carried Zhao Zhao, who was drunk to a dead pig, upstairs.There were only two people left in the hall.

Talking about getting drunk and hazy, looking silly.

Situ stood up and pulled his arm: "Come on, go back to your room. Don't sleep here."

Talking very obediently, he stood up unsteadily.He walked unsteadily, swayed a few steps, bumped into Situ who was leading the way, and hugged him from behind.

"You're not blind, right?" Tan Yue said drunkenly, smiling in his ear, "You've been lying to me."

Situ's expression changed, he shook his arm, and went upstairs with a straight face.

Tan Yue stood downstairs in a daze, and it took him a while to wake up a little. He suddenly recalled what he had just said, and then went upstairs to sleep obediently.

When Lao Xing came out of the room, he happened to see Situ in the corridor.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

Situ sighed, "Sometimes I really want to kill him."

"But aren't you very happy these few days?" Lao Xing said, "Come on."

The two smiled at each other.