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In the early morning when the snow stopped, She Canan went to Zhu Yu's residence to look for someone, but came to nothing. She stood blankly at the door for a long time, unable to figure out where they, Moro, had gone.

You shouldn't be up at this time usually?
Jia Nan was a child after all, so he panicked all of a sudden and hurried to Zhao Yutang's place, banging on the door and shouting, "Sister, it's bad, Moro is missing!"

Where can they go in this world of ice and snow?
Jianan knocked on the door for a long time before waiting for a response, but what appeared in front of him was a green velvet robe. He raised his head blankly and saw Zhu Yu's cold face with the look of getting out of bed.

"what?"

Canaan was surprised and confused. He even looked back at the way he came, wondering if he had gone in the wrong direction from the beginning.

Could it be that the room just now was Sister Yutang's room?

Jia Nan was trying to convince himself. When he raised his head, he saw Zhao Yutang walking out of the room neatly dressed. He straightened his hat that had fallen off and said, "Why are you so dazed?"

Neither of the two adults wanted to explain the strange scene in front of them. Zhu Yu put on his velvet robe and went back to his room. Zhao Yutang took the basket and followed behind, and asked Canaan to follow him quickly, it was time to make breakfast.

Jianan held it in for a long time. After breakfast, Zhu Yu went back to the room to copy scriptures, and then he cautiously asked Zhao Yutang, "Sister, did Moro sleep in your room last night?"

This question is indeed ambiguous, but a child's mind cannot go far. It is completely literal.

Zhao Yutang deserved to be honest, "Yes."

Canaan looked confused, "Why?"

"Zhu Yu said the stove in his house went out."

Using the same reason a second time, even Canaan, a child, felt something was wrong.

He asked from his soul, "Why did Moro come to your room instead of coming to me?"

Isn't it more normal to sleep closely with a child?
Zhao Yutang turned her head and looked at him. Seeing that he was really confused, she curved her lips and smiled, "You can ask Zhu Yu what he thinks."

In the end, Canaan did not ask Moro this question, because he was young but had a sharp mind. He had already noticed the weird things about Moro in recent days. He felt that asking this question would not get an answer, but would only make him angry. .

Two days later, the God's Festival began. Before dawn, you could hear the sound of gongs and drums coming from afar. When it got bright, you could see a group of people wearing red clothes and wearing jade and beads. Slowly heading towards the temple, the queue was extremely long. Looking from upstairs, it looked like a long winding dragon, all the way up the mountain road. At the head were two ancient old men who were beating gongs. In the middle of the queue were four young people. The small wooden sedan carried by the middle-aged men was simple and gorgeous, but it was not large enough to hold people. Behind the sedan, serving as the tail of the procession, were a group of old and young women carrying young children.

Zhao Yutang stood downstairs, looked down, and asked curiously, "What's in that sedan?"

In the early hours of this morning, more than a dozen She people, old and young, came up the mountain to tidy up the temple. Every step was done in strict accordance with ancient rituals. Children were not allowed to interfere with this work, so Jianan was free to help Zhao Yutang solve his doubts. The little assistant said excitedly, "In the sedan is the statue of our mountain god! It's tied with paper, it's so beautiful."

This is the first time I have heard of the Zhizha statue. Zhao Yutang thought that the word "Zhizha" can only be associated with funeral matters, but the She people obviously do not taboo this. This is a cultural difference.Canaan looked very proud, "This paper-tied statue was made by our Moro. Every Moro can make it, but I think only our Moro makes it the best and most beautiful!"

Zhao Yutang was really surprised now, "Zhu Yu will do this?"

She always called Zhu Yu Zhu Yu. At first, Jia Nan was not used to it because no one called him by his real name since Zhu Yu took over Moro's position. But after listening to it, he got used to it, but Jia Nan Nan didn't dare to call it that.

"Yes, Moro's craftsmanship is very good."

Heshen Festival happens every year, but everyone also comes to worship at the temple devoutly and conscientiously every year. Canaan has never been absent from it as long as he can remember, and is very familiar with every process. Seeing that the team is approaching the entrance of the temple, he Pulling Zhao Yutang downstairs quickly.

"Let's go to the door!"

Because she had to wear red to attend the festival, Zhao Yutang was wearing an old water-red velvet robe that Zhu Yu had owned a few years ago. It was a very thin piece, and the color was slightly faded because it had been washed too many times. She matched her perfectly. Canaan also lent her a ruby ​​bead necklace he had collected. This bead necklace was obviously for children. There was a childlike little bell hanging in the center, which jingled when she ran. ring.

The door of the temple was slowly opened, but the congratulatory team did not come in directly. Instead, they stopped in an orderly manner in the snow. Only the two old men in the lead approached while scattering red paper and beating gongs. Singing an ancient ballad with a unique rhyme, "One step welcomes peace, two steps welcomes good harvest..."

After a melodious tune ended, the two old men walked into the temple, banged the gongs loudly, and shouted in a long tone, "Welcome the Mountain God——"

The young man carried the sedan chair and walked slowly. He replied as if in reply, still in a long tone, "The mountain god has arrived——"

The sedan was carried all the way to the main hall of the temple. This main hall was usually closed. Zhao Yutang had never entered. She stood at the door of the temple and could only see the sedan landing gently on the ground after entering the temple, with a pair of jade-white hands. He reached in and pulled out the statue of the god. The paper-made statue could not be seen clearly. All he could see was the complex and colorful colors on it, which should be very beautiful.

Canaan quietly tugged at her sleeves and said, "Sister, you have to chant for half an hour to offer the statue to the gods. We are collecting blessing papers outside and cannot disturb Moro."

The blessing papers were the red papers scattered by the two old men just now. At this time, the women and children at the back of the team had arrived, and they were all bending down to pick up the blessing papers. After picking them up, they either stuck them on the children's faces or stuffed them into their pockets.

When Zhao Yutang picked them up, he discovered that these blessing papers had been specially cut and were shaped like oracle bone inscriptions with the character "山" in them.

Jianan only picked up two pieces, and happily put them on his face with saliva. He also wanted to dip it in Zhao Yutang's face, but she politely refused and just picked up some blessing papers and stuffed them into his pocket.

"The lucky paper is blessed by the mountain god. Picking up the lucky paper will ensure good luck in the coming year."

Jianan opened his mouth with happy words. The women and children obviously knew him and knew that he was a little boy who served in the temple. They also asked him where Zhao Yutang came from.

Canaan blinked, leaned over and whispered, "This is the girl our Moro picked up!"

The woman who asked the question opened her eyes wide in surprise and spoke a series of She language. Canaan nodded and shook his head, not knowing what he was communicating.