"After each feeding, hold the baby upright for 20 to 30 minutes;
"Babies should be fed before extreme hunger...
"… "
The voice of Ren Jie's preaching reverberated softly in the room. Shen Du and the others listened very seriously. From time to time, they took out the pen and paper they had prepared for a long time, and wrote down what they thought was important.
Shang Jianyao always maintained his initial attitude, looking at Ren Jie intently, but his eyes seemed to be out of focus.
After twenty or thirty minutes, Ren Jie stopped and glanced at everyone and said:
"That's it for today.
"The above are the teachings of the gods."
"Praise you for your tolerance!" Before Shen Du and the others could speak, Shang Jianyao stretched out his arms and shook it gently like holding a baby, looking very positive.
"..." The rest of the congregation were stunned for two seconds, but they finally learned to think about business affairs. They placed their arms side by side, bent their elbows, and shook gently, "Praise your tolerance!"
Ren Jie opened her mouth, but said nothing.
She glanced at the old electronic watch on her wrist and said:
"It's getting late and we need to get back to our homes before the street lights come on.
"Next is the last link, the Eucharist."
After finishing speaking, she and the woman surnamed Li entered the inner room through the road.
In less than a minute, they came out one after the other, one holding various tableware, some small bowls, some large bowls, plastic lunch boxes and porcelain spoons, one holding a large cylindrical container full of black things.
The rich fragrance quickly drifted into Shang Jianyao's nose, causing him to lift his right hand and wipe the corner of his mouth.
That's the scent of sesame seeds and sugar mixed!
Similar things, including ordinary dim sum, cost 60 contribution points per pound, which is more expensive than pork!
As for high-end goods, it costs almost 720 points per pound, and Shang Jian Yao only spends 8 to 10 points for breakfast every day.
Soon, the woman surnamed Li distributed the cutlery to the crowd, while Ren Jie held a translucent plastic container in one hand and a soup spoon in the other, and scooped the dark food into the bowls and lunch boxes of the believers. a spoonful.
Every time she gave it, she would say something like:
"This is communion today, black sesame paste."
Those who are partakers of the sacrament respond solemnly:
"Praise your tolerance!"
As a new member of the sect, Shang Jianyao was the last to be given to Ren Jie and the woman surnamed Li, and the spoonful was quite large, almost filling the small bowl in his hand.
"This is today's communion, black sesame paste." Ren Jie said as usual.
Shang Jianyao responded reverently:
"Praise your tolerance!"
Ren Jie, who distributes the sacrament, is equivalent to the incarnation of "Zhi Sui" Si Ming to some extent, so "you" refers to Si Ming, not Ren Jie.
The woman surnamed Li observed the change in Shang Jianyao's expression and asked with a smile:
"Aren't you impressed?"
"Touched!" Shang Jianyao held the bowl with one hand, raised the other hand, and wiped the corner of his mouth again.
Ren Jie and the woman surnamed Li didn't say anything else. They returned to the bedside, divided the remaining black sesame paste, buried their heads slightly, and said in a low voice:
"Praise your tolerance."
Everyone agreed, and then began to enjoy the sacrament.
The communion seems to have been prepared long ago, and it is a little cold, but this does not affect its taste, which is fragrant, sweet, and has the unique temperament of sesame.
After taking a sip carefully, Shang Jianyao paused for a while, and carried the spoon like a fly, sending the black sesame paste into his mouth continuously.
Dang, dang, dang, he didn't even spare the ones stuck to the walls of the bowl, scraped them clean.
After eating, he glanced left and right and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.
When the Holy Communion ceremony was over, everyone praised Si Ming who was in charge of December in unison, and lined up to return the tableware to the woman surnamed Li and Ren Jie.
When it was Shang's turn to meet Yao, the woman surnamed Li smiled and asked:
"It's your first time attending a party, what do you think?"
Shang Jianyao replied seriously:
"delicious."
The woman surnamed Li had a stagnant expression and turned to ask:
"What advice do you have for us
"Don't worry, since you have joined the sect, everyone is a relative, and there is nothing that can't be said between relatives."
Shang Jianyao thought about it and said:
"More communion."
"... What else?" The woman surnamed Li forced a smile.
Shang Jianyao's eyes moved slightly and said:
"Brush your teeth in advance."
The woman surnamed Li couldn't help but coughed:
"Everyone can leave now. Shang Jianyao stayed, and the 'leader' has something to say to him."
Shen Du and others left one after another, and the woman surnamed Li entered the room inside with her husband, holding tableware.
Ren Jie walked to Shang Jianyao and said with a gentle smile:
"You have just joined the order, and you need to master the knowledge of prayer as soon as possible.
"Don't worry, it's very simple. My chief minister is the real god who is in charge of the years. I don't care about it. There are no red tapes."
Shang Jianyao nodded, indicating that he was listening.
Ren Jie slowed down and said:
"We don't have a fixed prayer time, but we often choose to wake up early in the morning and thank Si Ming for keeping me alive.
"We attach the most importance to the birth of a baby and the departure of the deceased, so our official rituals or religious ceremonies are usually similar sermons when the new life is full moon or the deceased is buried, and the time is not fixed.
"Well, on the first day of December, there is a big ceremony to welcome the arrival of my lord, and on the last day of December, there is also a big ceremony. May my lord open the door to a new world.
"You have learned the way of salute, which is to imitate the way of holding a baby and shaking it gently. The corresponding language is mainly divided into three categories: when it comes to the topic of death and passing, saying 'it will be the fate'; When it is noble and the grace of our Lord, use 'praise your tolerance'; when it involves new life, it can be said 'new life' or 'life is the heaviest'.
"Basically, that's all. As for the Holy Communion, it's different every time. It may be black sesame paste, or it may be milk, juice, soy milk, broth, vegetable soup, yogurt, huh, have you found anything in common between them? ?"
Shang Jian Yao thought for a while and said:
"It's all delicious."
"..." Ren Jie kept smiling, "They are all liquid food or close to liquid food, and liquid food is the main food for new life and the dying."
Without waiting for Shang Jianyao to speak, Ren Jie pointed to the door:
"Okay, you can go back."
Shang Jianyao looked back, did not take a step, and asked instead:
"Aunt Ren, how many seniors are there in total?"
"Normal people must think there are twelve when they understand the definition of Zhisui, but they are not." Ren Jie laughed, "There are thirteen Zhisui, and one of them is Zhisui representing Leap Month. Haha, in Where the intercalary month is not mentioned, it symbolizes the whole year."
"What is his honorary title?" Shang Jianyao asked.
Ren Jie shook his head:
"I don't know either. What we believe in is Si Ming, and we don't need to know about other executives."
Shang Jianyao didn't ask any more questions, turned around and left the room at No. 35 in Area A.
With the help of the flashlight, he returned to No. 196, Area B. Every time he approached the intersection, he learned to be calm, turned off the flashlight, and passed by the wall.
When he got home, Shang Jianyao walked to the sink and picked up the toothpaste that seemed to have only a thin layer. After much effort, he finally squeezed out a little bit onto the sparsely-haired toothbrush.
After brushing his teeth and washing his face earnestly, Shang Jianyao saw that the ceiling was not yet bright, so he sat down at the wooden table, leaned back on the chair, and closed his eyes.
He raised his hand and squeezed the left and right temples and put them down again.
…
In the vast hall with "stars" densely covered above, the figure of Shang Jianyao emerged.
He first glanced at the cold and dark metal wall nearby, then raised his head and looked up at the sky.
Just like the stars described in textbooks, the countless bright spots formed one galaxy after another, and one galaxy after another formed many river systems.
There are boundaries between these "galactic" clusters, but they are not so clear.
Shang Jianyao has already counted how many "galaxies" there are here, and now, he starts to count again silently:
"One, two, three... Eleven, twelve, thirteen.
"Thirteen… "
He fell silent, his figure gradually faded, and he disappeared into the hall full of stars.
…
After waiting for a while, Shang Jianyao saw that the window suddenly became brighter.
Fluorescent lights on the street ceiling came on at the same time.
This underground building ushered in the dawn.
Still wearing that dark green thick cotton coat, he took his plastic lunch box, walked out of the room, and went to Area C.
Target Location: "Material Supply Market".
On the way, Shang Jianyao met Long Yuehong, who lived not far away. Obviously, the other party got up early and did not line up in the public toilet.
"The results of the distribution will be announced today..." Long Yuehong deliberately waited for Shang Jianyao on this road, just to share her inner tension with someone.
"Yeah." Shang Jianyao looked forward and saw a woman coaxing a crying baby at the door of the room.
His expression changed instantly, as if he was thinking about something, but also a little confused.
Long Yuehong glanced at him, and while walking with him, asked:
"What’s wrong with you
"Have you had a nightmare last night?"
Shang Jianyao was silent for two seconds and said:
"Doubt life."