The trip to Miao Jiang made me not ordinary tired, and I fell asleep before the senior brother finished dealing with the freshly ground blood blisters on my feet for me.

I slept until the next morning and woke up refreshed.

I grabbed my phone to look at the time, and while thinking that Senior Brother hadn't woken me up earlier, I pulled him to get up and wash up and go to the drum festival.

The drum festival is spread in the Miao areas of Kaili, Danzhai, Leishan and other counties in Guizhou, and the specific time of holding is the first pig farm day in the second lunar month.

The Drum Festival is a festival that is only held every seven, nine or thirteen years in Miaojiang, and since we are still in Miaojiang, there is no need to deliberately miss it.

Perhaps, it is not necessary to please some of the things in the jade plate.

It is said that the whole ceremony of the drum festival includes a series of religious rituals that are inseparable from the ox and the drum, such as the rotating cow hall, cutting the cow to worship the ancestors, and sacrificing the drum, aiming not to forget the hardships of the ancestors, hoping that the ancestors will manifest their spirits, and the future generations will prosper and live happily.

Cutting cattle is to dedicate the cow to the ancestors, so that the ancestors can have a faithful and industrious companion like the ox.

When we arrived at the scene, just in time, the sound of iron cannons screaming into the sky, gongs and drums rang out in unison, and the sound of firecrackers and shouts resounded into a bullfighting scene.

It is said that every Miao village will pamper a fat and strong big water bull, and do not let it engage in production labor and only raise it for competition.

It is said that these cows also eat tender grass and sticky rice in the days leading up to the race.

When we arrived at the scene, there were still two water bulls fighting each other at the scene, and the fight was inseparable.

With the final victory of one party, the Miao village to which the winning cow belongs to the bullfight is clothed with red flowers, giving the glory of the king, and also beating the gong and drumming the reed sheng and dancing joyfully to celebrate the triumph of the bull king.

The bullfight is followed by the cutting of the bull to worship the ancestors.

Ancestor worship is presided over by a ghost master.

As the ghost master finished chanting, the axe-wielding hands quickly slashed three axes at the small brain of the Guzang cow that was clamped on the X-shaped bull killing frame.

In an instant, blood splattered out, and at the same time, firecrackers were set off.

The axe-bearers quickly pulled the cow's tongue out of its mouth, pierced it with a bamboo skewer to prevent it from making a sound, and whipped the cow's body with a bamboo broom to make it sit in a squatting position with four hooves and prostrate on the front, and then covered it with a colorful brocade quilt.

With the ancestor worship drum and Tibetan cattle all bleeding to death, the ghost master recounted: one is open, two is opened, three is opened, and four are bronze......

After that, the axe bearers began to follow the same steps to begin the disintegration of the cattle.

Senior Brother and I watched here, and the jade plate did not react at all.

We then went to the designated singing field.

We had breakfast on the way, and we didn't walk fast, and many Miao people passed us one after another.

The old people wore self-woven green homespun robins and new shoes.

The girls wore new clothes and trousers embroidered with floral patterns, tied around their waists, and wore ornaments such as silver flowers and silver blacks and collar bracelets.

When we arrived, many young Miao men and women had gathered in the designated singing arena to dance on drums.

The drum was hollowed out of solid nanmu and stretched with large cowhide at both ends.

The so-called drum dance is made by two girls holding a drum stick in each hand and beating the same drum beat on both sides of the drum, and people surround the drummer, with women in the inside and men outside, stepping on the drum and dancing in a clockwise direction.

The elderly are responsible for singing ancient songs around the Nanmu drum on the periphery.

The dance is relaxed and enthusiastic, the movements are cheerful, and the dance steps and dance postures are repeatedly touring alternately, mainly including the square dance, the middle dance and the cross-leg dance.

When the dance reaches its climax, the female voice sings a celebratory song.

After the dance, it is followed by a song.

During the couplet, lovers began to exchange embroidered handkerchiefs, belts, and other items.

Seeing that many girls were staring at the senior brother and trying to get closer, I pulled him away.

"Wife, aren't we going to watch the follow-up drums?" the senior brother laughed.

"Look fart. Don't laugh. "I'm a little depressed, and his monk's dress can't stop the peach blossoms.

"It's better not to look at it, lest anyone dare to covet my wife. The senior brother spoke, and glanced coldly at the Miao Jiang men who hesitated to come and give the belt.

"Huh, I think the belt is good. I stopped.

"No, you can't. The elder brother picked me up and rushed out of the singing field.

My depression dissipated and I was happy to cry a pig.

There was a strange phone call at this time, and the other party was looking for me to exorcise evil spirits.

Because the jade plate continued to change, we left Miao Jiang and rushed to the meeting place provided by the employer.

The employer has twin daughters.

Twins are not an uncommon phenomenon, but the employer's two daughters are very different.

They spoke much later than the average person.

They speak in such a slurred manner that it sounds like they are chattering or speaking a foreign language, and no one understands them.

They also have strange personalities, refuse to communicate with the outside world, only talk to each other, are inseparable, and do not respond when vaccinated, just like doll dummies.

Thanks to the unremitting efforts of the employer and his wife, their speech gradually became normal and gradually understood.

But they remained silent after school and only talked to each other, and their spontaneous and bizarre behavior made them the unanimous target of bullying for the children.

Although employers and teachers at school are intervening in bullying incidents, it is impossible to keep an eye on them at all times.

As the bullying increases, their language becomes strange again, and soon no one understands it again, and they begin to refuse to read or write in school, only imitating each other's behavior.

The employer couple took them to see them, psychotherapists, psychiatrists, psychologists, speech therapists, but none of them improved their weirdness.

The employer couple then followed the doctor's advice to separate the sisters, but they resisted, and when they were pulled out of bed, their backs pressed against the wall and their bodies stiff like corpses.

After going to different schools, both showed intense stress depressive disorder.

Desperate, the doctor gave up the treatment and asked the employer and his wife to take them home.

They went home and were even more closed.

For the next few years, they were isolated from the world, except for a brief time when they would leave the bedroom for a short time after eating, drinking, and only staying in the bedroom, and even their parents were usually forbidden to enter.

During their stay in the bedroom, their parents could only communicate with them by passing small notes through the cracks in the door.

They spend their bedrooms performing choreographed comedies with dolls, and although they are usually silent, their imaginations are surprisingly rich.

When they are silent, their mannerisms and movements are copied, and even the lying position they sleep in is exactly the same.

The couple were initially able to see what was going on in the bedroom through the cameras installed in the bedroom, but they later discovered the cameras and removed them.

They are now 14 years old.

The employer and his wife have long been helpless and have gray hair, and they want to send them to a psychiatric hospital but they can't be ruthless, and when they contacted me, they had the mentality that a dead horse should be treated as a live horse doctor.

After listening quietly to the messages from my employer and his wife in a low voice, I painted the paper man in the same color as the bedroom door and threw it.

The paper figure floated to the bedroom door and squeezed into the bedroom along the crack in the door.

With the help of the eyes of the paper figures, I saw that two little girls who looked exactly the same and wore identical pajamas were lying on the bed and sleeping.

The furnishings on the two beds are identical, even the placement of the pillows, the unfolding of the quilt and the sleeping position are accurate.

As I looked at them, I couldn't help but think of the identical corpses lying back to back in the black and red coffins in the sea tomb.

As I saw them through the eyes of the paper figures, they suddenly opened their eyes in unison, sat up straight from the bed and looked at the paper figures together, and then moved out of bed together as if they were replicas.

They then walked towards the paper figure together, walking in unison, their arms and bodies swinging in the same way.

They were wearing white nightgowns, their black hair hanging down from the side of their faces, their eyes were resentful, and they were not ordinary mad people walking towards the paper figures in the dark room with no lights on.

I immediately controlled the paper figure to come out of the bedroom through the crack in the door, and I was about to slow down and let the paper figure re-enter the bedroom, but the paper figure rushed towards me on his short legs.

This is a life-saving act that comes spontaneously after the paper man spontaneously perceives the danger.

I then thought about helping the paper man fly, and then raised my hand to take the paper figure.

After the paper figure fell into my hands, its thin body rose and fell, as if it was gasping for breath.

When the cute and stupid appearance of the paper figure made me laugh dumbly, the bedroom door was opened from the inside, and the twin sisters walked straight towards me with resentful eyes.