Embers Ad Infinitum

　　" After each feeding, the baby should be lifted upright for 20 to 30 minutes;

　　"The baby should be breast-fed before being extremely hungry...

　　 "……"

　　 Ren Jie's preaching voice echoed softly in the room. Shen Du and others listened very carefully, taking out the paper and pen they had prepared from time to time, and jot down what they thought was important.

　　 Shang Jianyao always maintained the initial posture, looking at Ren Jie intently, but his eyes seemed to be out of focus.

　　 After twenty or thirty minutes, Ren Jie stopped, her eyes swept across the crowd and said:

　　 "That's it for today.

　　 "The above are all the teachings of the gods."

　　 "Praise your tolerance!" Before Shen Du and the others spoke, Shang Jian Yao had stretched out his arms and gently swayed the baby, looking very positive.

　　 "..." The rest of the congregation was stunned for two seconds, and finally they learned from Shang Jian Yao. They stood side by side, bent their elbows, and swayed 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, we need to go back to our home before the street lights turn on.

　　 "Next is the last link, the sacrament."

　　 After finishing speaking, she and the woman surnamed Li went through the road and entered the room inside.

　　 In less than a minute, they came out one after another, one holding a variety of tableware, including small bowls, large bowls, plastic lunch boxes and porcelain spoons, and a large cylindrical container full of dark things.

　　 The rich scent quickly drifted into Shang Jian Yao's nose, making him unable to hold up his right hand and wipe the corner of his mouth.

　　 That is the scent of sesame and sugar!

　　 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 a catty, and Shang Jian Yao only spends 8 to 10 points for breakfast every day.

Soon, the woman surnamed Li distributed the tableware to everyone. Ren Jie held the translucent plastic container in one hand and the soup spoon in the other, and scooped the dark food into the bowls and lunch boxes of the believers. A spoonful.

　　 Every time she gives someone, she will say:

　　 "This is today's sacrament, black sesame paste."

　　 Those who have been assigned to the sacrament will solemnly respond:

　　 "Praise your tolerance!"

　　As a new member of the teaching profession, Shang Jianyao was the last to be assigned to Ren Jie and a woman surnamed Li. The spoonful was quite a lot, almost filling the small bowl in his hand.

　　 "This is today's sacrament, black sesame paste." Ren Jie said as usual.

　　Shang Jianyao responded piously:

　　 "Praise your tolerance!"

　　 Ren Jie, who distributes the sacrament, is to some extent equivalent to the incarnation of "Zhi Ming", so "you" refers to Si Ming, not Ren Jie.

　　 The woman surnamed Li observing the changes in Shang Jianyao's expression, smiled and asked:

　　 "Are you very moved?"

　　 "Moved!" Shang Jian Yao 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 did not say anything, they returned to the bed, 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 sacrament seems to have been done a long time ago, and it is slightly cold, but this does not affect its taste, it is strong, sweet, and has the unique temperament of sesame.

　　Shang saw Yao carefully took a sip, paused briefly, transporting the spoon like flying, and constantly sending the black sesame paste into his mouth.

　　 Dang, Dang, Dang, he didn't even let go of those sticking to the wall of the bowl, shaved cleanly.

　　 After eating, he glanced around and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

　　 When the sacrament was over, everyone praised the commander in charge of December, 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:

　　 "This is your first time attending a party, what do you think?"

　　 Shang Jian Yao answered seriously:

"delicious."

　　 The woman surnamed Li stopped her expression, and then asked:

　　"Do you have any suggestions for us?

　　 "Don't worry, since you have joined the cult, everyone is your relatives, and there is nothing that cannot be said between relatives."

　　 Shang Jian Yao thought about it and said:

　　 "More Holy Communion."

　　 "...what else?" The woman surnamed Li smiled reluctantly.

　　 Shang Jian Yao's eyes moved slightly:

　　 "To brush your teeth in advance."

　　 The woman surnamed Li couldn't help but cough:

　　 "Everyone can leave now. Shang Jian Yao stayed, and the'guide' had something to say to him."

　　 Shen Du and others left one after another. A woman surnamed Li and her husband, holding tableware, entered the room inside.

　　 Ren Jie walked to Shang Jianyao, smiling gently and said:

　　 "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. I am the real **** who is in charge of the years. I don't care about this. There is no red tape."

　　 Shang Jian Yao nodded, indicating that he was listening.

　　 Ren Jie slowed down and said:

　　 "We don't have a fixed prayer time, but we often choose the meeting when we wake up early in the morning, thank Si Ming for keeping ourselves alive.

　　"We attach the most importance to the birth of babies and the departure of the dead. Therefore, our formal sacrifices or religious ceremonies are similar to sermons at the full moon of the new life or the burial of the dead. The time is not fixed.

　　 "Well, on the first day of December, there is a great sacrifice to welcome the arrival of my lord's command, and on the last day of December, there is also a big sacrifice. May my lord open the door to a new world.

"You have learned the way of saluting, that is, imitating the appearance of holding a baby gently shaking. The corresponding language is mainly divided into three categories: when it comes to the topic of death and passing away, saying'will be the life'; when referring to life When it is noble and the grace of our Lord, use'praise your tolerance'; when it involves new life, you can say'new life is like the sun' or'life is the heaviest'.

"That’s basically it. 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, haha, do you find what they have in common? ?"

　　 Shang Jian Yao briefly thought:

　　 "They are 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 Jian Yao to speak, Ren Jie pointed to the door:

　　 "Okay, you can go back now."

　　 Shang Jian Yao glanced back, did not take a step, and asked instead:

　　 "Aunt Ren, how many seniors are there in total?"

"Normal people must think that there are twelve people after they understand the definition of "Zhi Sui", but in fact they are not." Ren Jie smiled, "There are 13 people who are "Zhi Sui", and one of them is the one who represents Leap Moon. Where there is no leap month, He symbolizes the whole year."

　　 "What is his honorific name?" Shang Jianyao asked.

　　 Ren Jie shook her head:

　　 "I don't know, we believe in life, and we don't need to understand other seniors."

　　 Shang Jian Yao didn't ask any more, turned and left the room at No. 35 in Area A.

　　 With the help of a flashlight, he returned to No. 196, District B. Every time he approached an intersection, he learned to be calm, turned off the flashlight, and walked past the wall.

　　 Back home, Shang Jianyao walked to the sink, picked up the thin layer of toothpaste, and after a lot of effort, finally squeezed a little bit onto the sparsely-haired toothbrush.

　　 After brushing his teeth seriously and washing his face, Shang saw that Yao saw that the ceiling was still not bright, so he sat down in front of the wooden table, leaned on the back of the chair, and closed his eyes.

　　 He raised his hand and squeezed his left and right temples and put them down again.

　　…………

　　 In the wide hall with "stars" densely above, Shang Jianyao's figure emerged.

　　 He first glanced at the cold and dark metal wall nearby, UU reading www.uukanshu.com then raised his head and looked up at the sky.

　　 The countless bright spots of light are like the stars described in textbooks, forming one galaxy after another, and one after another galaxy forming multiple river systems.

　　 There are boundaries between these "galaxy" clusters, but they are not so clear.

　　Shang Jianyao has already counted how many "galaxies" there are here. Now, he starts to count silently again:

　　 "One, two, three... eleven, twelve, thirteen.

　　 "Thirteen..."

　　 He fell silent, his figure faded away, and disappeared into the hall that contained stars.

　　…………

　　 waited for a while, Shang Jianyao saw the window suddenly become bright.

　　 The fluorescent lamps on the ceiling of the street light up at the same time.

　　 It's dawn for this underground building.

　　 Still wearing that dark green thick cotton coat, he took his plastic lunch box, walked out of the room, and headed to Area C.

　　 Target location: "Material Supply Market".

　　 On the way, Shang Jianyao met Long Yuehong who lived not far away. It was obvious that the other party got up early and did not line up in the public toilet.

　　 "The distribution result is about to come out today..." Long Yuehong deliberately waited for Shang Jian Yao on this road, just to share the inner tension.

　　 "Yes." Shang Jian Yao looked forward and saw a woman softly coaxing a crying baby at the door of the room.

　　 His expression changed instantly, as if he was thinking, but also a little confused.

　　Long Yuehong glanced at him, and asked as he walked forward with him:

"what happened to you?

　　 "Have a nightmare last night?"

　　 Shang Jian Yao was silent for two seconds and said:

　　 "Doubt life."

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