Dumb painter giants grudge

"Returning tribute" is a local sacrificial custom. After the deceased is buried in the earth, according to the auspicious days and good times calculated by Mr. Feng Shui, he returns to the coffin to offer sacrifices, usually within ten days after being buried.

Wen Rang's grandma's tribute day was at [-] o'clock in the evening on this day, and Wen Rang and dozens of relatives from different distances went up the mountain overnight with sacrifices.

The rain still hasn't stopped, the mountain road is rugged and muddy, and the raindrops hit the plastic raincoat like a bullet hitting the barrel.

Wen Rang forbade He Shishen to follow, after all, in such a serious atmosphere, he was afraid that He Shishen would disturb his depressed state of mind.

Grandma's sons illuminated the mountain road ahead with torches, women carried tribute food, and children each held an empty bowl.

Wen Rang and several other men were carrying hoes and shovels. It was raining so hard that the soil on the mound might be lost a lot, so it might have to be repaired.

The rain became heavier as time went on, and a puddle of water had formed in front of the coffin. When the men repaired the tomb mound and filled the pothole, and began to perform the ceremony, the people came out. A big problem.

Everyone was busy just now, and the lamb used for the sacrifice ran away from the cage at some point.

Surrounding the sacrifice is an indispensable part of the ceremony, that is, leading the live sheep to walk around the tomb mound, implying eternal peace in Yin and Yang.

At this moment, everyone panicked immediately, and some people had already started to look for the sheep. The old man who specialized in pulling sheep said that he would go back and bring the other spare sheep in person.

The uncle got through the landline at home and was about to have someone send it up directly, but it was He Shishen who answered the phone. After He Shishen knew what was going on, he took the initiative to take on the task of sending the sheep up the mountain.

The matter was urgent and could not be delayed, so He Shishen took over this matter, but Wen Rang and the old man were worried, so Wen Rang supported the old man to go back together to pick up He Shishen.

After He Shishen hung up the phone, he took a raincoat and put it on, found a flashlight, went into the old pigsty, picked up the spare lamb, and drove up the mountain.

The lamb should be a baby sheep bought in the market, only as big as a common teddy, and the lamb tried to break free in He Shishen's arms, bleating and whining.

The rain still didn't stop, and He Shishen, holding the lamb in his arms tightly, quickened his pace to go up the mountain.

"Damn it, it's raining harder and harder." He Shishen almost slipped and fell down.

———I don’t know what happened to Wen Rang.

———This goddamn dizzy rainy day.

Finally, on the half-ridge of the mountain, He Shishen saw two people who were also coming down the mountain, and the two made a signal with the light of a flashlight.

"Wen Rang!"

He Shishen waved the flashlight, wrapped the lamb in a raincoat, and walked forward with big strides.

"Ouch, ouch, finally arrived." The old man patted his heart, "Come on, give me the sheep."

"It's not convenient for you, let me hold it." He Shishen pressed the lamb's limbs.

But the old man was very stubborn, "I raised this sheep, and it was born. If someone else wants to run away with it, give it to me."

"Here, all right." He Shishen put the lamb in the hands of the old man.

When the sheep arrived in the old man's arms, it really didn't make such a fuss.

"Go up the mountain, they are all waiting, finish your work early and go back early, the rain is too heavy." The old man rubbed the lamb's wet back.

"Well, I'll be with you." He Shishen zipped up the raincoat to the top.

The old man was very anxious, and he walked extremely fast even if the mountain road was muddy, probably because he was born and raised here.He Shishen and Wen Rang walked more cautiously and followed behind the old man.

"Your trousers are down, don't move." He Shishen squatted down and pulled the wet trousers to the calf for the other party, "If you don't wear water shoes, you will catch a cold when you go back."

The flashlight that Wen Rang held up shone a dead white light, illuminating He Shishen's whole body from above his head, and also showed the lines of the rain falling obliquely.

"Okay." He Shishen stood up and held Wen Rang's wrist, "Be careful."

The altitude of this hillside is not high. It is a typical hilly terrain. On the side of the hillside is a winding road. The mountain road on this ridge is also walked step by step. Even with a flashlight, it is dangerous.

The old man still walked very steadily at the beginning, and then he started to "walk like flying", turning his head from time to time and saying to the two of them: "I can't delay, I can't delay, hurry up."

The two held hands in the dark and almost got caught several times.

When the ridge reaches the trough, the mountain road is slippery and the downward slope is the most difficult to walk, and slipping is common.

"Be careful."

The old man turned around to remind them again, but he didn't pay attention to his feet, he should have stepped on a loose place, and the whole person immediately leaned back.

"Hey!" The flashlight in the old man's hand fell to the side, and he lay on his back on the ground.

"Old man!"

He Shishen yelled in panic, and the two immediately let go of their hands and moved forward to help the old man up.

"Sheep! The sheep ran away!" The old man pointed in one direction and shouted, "Leave me alone, look for the sheep first!"

The two looked in the direction the old man pointed, and a white dot could still be seen moving.

Wen Rang was about to chase the sheep immediately, but He Shishen held him back and said anxiously, "I'm going to chase the sheep! Look at the old man!"

"Leave me alone, it's important to find sheep." The old man said hurriedly.

He Shishen took the flashlight from Wen Rang, and ran after him.

Wen Rang helped the old man up, picked up the flashlight that flew aside, patted his chest, and pointed to He Shishen's back.

The old man immediately understood what Wen Rang meant, and returned the flashlight to Wen Rang, "Okay, okay, I hurt my back and I can't run anymore. Go help him to let go, and I will walk slowly and follow you."

Wen Rang nodded, and went after He Shishen with a flashlight, feeling immeasurable worries in his heart.

He Shishen ran so fast that he gradually saw the back of the lamb.

As a result, with a whoosh, the lamb raised its hoof and disappeared from He Shishen's sight.

"Damn it! What kind of sheep will flash! Where did it go!"

He Shishen ran to the place where the lamb disappeared just now, and stepped on the ground immediately.

----damn it!I was flashed too!

He Shishen also swished, and his whole body slid down. It turned out that he stepped over the outer edge of the hillside and stepped on the air.

"I*." He Shishen's foot tripped over a stone, and his body immediately stopped sliding down.

He Shishen endured the sudden pain and stood up, took a picture with the flashlight, and what he saw was the winding mountain road a few meters below.

Immediately afterwards, he saw the sheep kneeling in the middle of the road, and He Shishen guessed that it was injured.

He Shishen descended the slope to the highway as if he was dying.

Suddenly a beam of light shone down from above, and He Shishen turned his head to look up, and Wen Rang was looking at him with a flashlight from a high place.

"Don't come down! It's dangerous! I'll go up right away!"

He Shishen yelled at Wen Rang at the top, and then ran towards the sheep.

However, the sheep was at a corner of the road, and He Shishen went to pick up the sheep without thinking too much.

When he was about to get up and run back, a glare of bright light hit his face, and by the time he realized it was a car, his whole body was already spinning.

"He Shishen!" Wen Rang shouted heart-piercingly, but there was only a silent hoarseness.

The rain slapped He Shishen's face against time, and he hugged the sheep in his arms tightly, feeling a stream of heat gushing out of his body...

[The author has something to say: Let He Eryan be quiet for a while,]