Chapter 9: Sky Burial

When the words fell, Jiang put on his wig again, took a step back and took a step down, when it comes to this, it is estimated that it will be difficult to go on normally.

She put on her wig, smiled slightly, very light and gentle, and asked very gently, and by the way, she returned to her what Lu Shihan had said: "Aren't you not very familiar, compete with me?" ”

Lu Shihan looked at her quietly, his eyes so dim that he couldn't catch anything when he smelled Jiang.

He didn't answer, only reminded her: "Wear a mask." ”

The temperature is low, the cheeks are a little painful by the wind, and the skin is sensitive, and there is probably a trace of "plateau red" at this moment.

But his words jumped too much, and Wen Jiang had to wonder: "Suddenly there is love?" Not very used to it. ”

Lu Shihan's long eyes narrowed slightly, and he also returned Wen Jiang's words to her: "Didn't you say that you have a little friendship?" Then he continued, "It's not that I'm afraid you'll be cold." ”

Wen Jiang didn't poke him.

But Lu Shihan staggered and added before taking a step: "Your face has a lot of color, like putting on makeup before singing Peking Opera, and it's good to wear it." ”

The smile on the corner of Jiang's lips fell.

She wants to scold, MD, he might as well just say it's ugly.

The words euphemism and upbringing should be slapped in his face heroically.

She wore a mask with extremely complex mental activity.

***

The meeting on the mountainside didn't have a few words.

Then Lu Shi was cold, smelled Jiang down, and did not interfere with each other.

Wen Jiang went down for a long time before going down to the entrance of the academy.

Bored, she turned off her mobile phone and found a nearby hotel to have a simple Tibetan meal, and then went to sleep.

I slept a long night.

Wen Jiang directly missed the night view of Seda.

I missed the scene of standing on the top of the mandala, looking up at the unreachable bright starry sky, and looking down at the boundless sea of lights shuttling through the streamer.

When she woke up the next day, it was already noon.

The backpack was simply sorted out, and when he received it, he was hesitating whether to throw or not to throw the note with Cheng Fang's phone number written on it.

Before leaving the hotel to settle the bill, Wen Jiang sat on the bunk and tried to dial the number written down by Cheng Fang.

Cheng Fang picked it up and asked tentatively: "Wen Yu?" ”

Wen Jiang sighed slightly: "Brother, don't call the name when you pick up the uncertain number, it will be embarrassing to call the wrong number." ”

Cheng Fang said calmly: "My intuition is accurate." ”

Wen Jiang couldn't bear to hit him again: "Have you set off?" ”

Cheng Fang just got in the car, ready to go to the vicinity with Lao Wang and Lu Shihan to watch the special and sacred ceremony of the heavenly burial.

He glanced at Lu Shihan, who was flipping through the camera, through the rearview mirror in the car, and said, "No." Go to the sky burial in the afternoon, will you go? ”

Wen Jiang was noncommittal: "What do you mean or what do you mean?" ”

Cheng Fang weakly said: "Mine." ”

"Forget it, I'm afraid I'll be thrown down when I get in the car." Wen Jiang pondered that this kid had a brain fever for a while.

Cheng Fang immediately explained: "No, they are not that kind of people. ”

"What kind of person is that?" Wen Jiang was slightly persistent.

Lao Wang and Lu Shihan were both in the car, and Cheng Fang's vocabulary dried up for a while: "Good person." ”

Wen Jiang smiled: "I'm short-sighted and can't tell the difference." ”

Cheng Fang scratched his head.

He remembered that he was at his residence last night, and he asked Lu Shihan: "Brother Han, what do you think of this person?" ”

Cheng Fang was mentally prepared for Lu Shihan's non-evaluation, but Lu Shihan said: "Energetic, do it, it's more serious, it's not bad." ”

Cheng Fang had no choice but to smile silently at the moment, and make sure again: "Really not going?" ”

Wen Jiang said: "You go first, I'll catch a lot later, and then go when I catch it." ”

Cheng Fang: "......"

Wen Jiang joked with him again.

***

The funeral ceremony was mostly carried out at two or three o'clock in the afternoon, and Cheng Fang, Lu Shihan and Lao Wang set off not early, and they set off at the right time.

The slopes on both sides of the road leading to the heavenly burial platform are covered with snow, and the thin layer is spread on the yellow earth, which is not much, but it is evenly matched.

Looking at the vastness of the world from a distance, there are only two colors: the white of the snow and the blue of the sky.

Solemn, primitive, pure.

When you are about to reach the heavenly burial platform, you can see five-colored prayer flags and boulders in the distance; A little closer you can see a crowd of people like black dots and the large vultures that are already in place.

In layman's terms, the sky burial here is to let the vultures eat the remains of the deceased who have been divided by the sky burial master.

***

Lao Wang had seen the sky burial, and he was no longer curious to wait in the car.

Lu Shihan put down the car at the same time.

The vultures and the crowd watching the ceremony are separated by a barbed wire fence.

These vultures are large in size and can be several meters long with their wings spread out.

Lu Shihan walked towards the steps of the ceremony, turned sideways slightly, and suddenly saw a woman with a hat buttoned up a jacket and a big mask standing on the steps, watching intently.

He had seen the jacket and recognized it, and what he recognized even more was her eyes that could shoot sparks out at any time.

Cheng Fang also saw it: "Brother Han, Wen Yu is also there." ”

The voices of the people around her were very soft, and Cheng Fang didn't shout "Wen Yu", and slowly paced towards her.

Cheng Fang walked quickly, and Lu Shihan followed behind him.

When Cheng Fang approached, he just wanted to pat "Wen Yu" on the shoulder, but "Wen Yu" suddenly turned around and said, "You guys are quite procrastinating." ”

Cheng Fang asked: "Catch the lot?" ”

Wen Jiang shifted his gaze from Cheng Fang's face to Lu Shihan's face: "Almost, not all." Curious about how the soul of a person goes to heaven, come and see. ”

Cheng Fang agreed: "Yes, I don't regret it if I want to see it, and I don't regret it when I go back." ”

Wen Jiang: "That's for sure." I still want to see how people go to hell, but I have to see it carefully. ”

Cheng Fang: "......"

From this distance, Wen Jiang could see the quilt that wrapped the corpse. In the distance, brightly dressed celestial undertakers began to recite scriptures in a circle. Family members gathered nearby.

Some of the corpses had taken a long time to arrive from afar, and they had come closer, and they could feel a little stale.

Wen Jiang glanced at the people wearing masks around him, and Lu Shihan, who was not wearing a mask.

He still has a face of snow and thousands of mountains, stubbornly dying.

Cheng Fang was already frowning, but Lu Shihan was very calm, as if he could be indifferent at the moment when the sky was falling apart.

After a turn of thought, Wen Jiang suddenly ripped off the mask on his face, and suddenly stepped in front of Lu Shihan, tiptoed slightly, and hung one end of the mask on Lu Shihan's left ear.

Wen Jiang's movements were fast and unexpected, and when she was about to hang his right ear, Lu Shihan reached out and grabbed her forearm.

Wen Jiang raised his eyes to look at him: "I don't mean anything else, I like this face a lot, protect it." ”

She looked at it with a smile, and her face as white as a mountain snow lotus was in front of Lu Shihan's eyes.

Lu Shihan moved his lips, one hand tightly clutched her forearm, and with the other hand took off Wen Jiang's half-hung mask, and said in a resolute tone: "Wear it back." ”

Wen Jiang let him clench his arm: "Don't appreciate it? ”

She leaned back slightly, Lu Shihan subconsciously reached out to grab her, and the mask she was carrying fell into Wen Jiang's hand again.

He had a cold face: "You wear it yourself, or do you want me to help you?" ”

Wen Jiang turned his wrist and wanted to pull his hand.

Lu Shihan didn't let it go.

Wen Jiang's body suddenly softened, and he could feel her body slowly sliding with the hand she clasped on her waist.

He went further to wrap her waist and pulled closer, and her hand with the mask began to hook the mask into his ear again.

If at first you don't succeed, try try again.

Lu Shihan's expression was tense, and Wen Jiang's face was as usual.

He understands.

Wearing a mask is not her purpose, she just wants to tease him, and the closer she gets home, the harder she teases.

Lu Shihan let go of his arm, and before he could finish his movements, he was stopped halfway. He scolded: "Don't toss. ”

Wen Jiang: "Do you have a conscience to say this, am my body broken or my feet are empty?" How did I toss? ”

Lu Shihan warned her: "Smell the ginger." ”

Lu Shihan had already recognized her, and Wen Jiang was not surprised.

There was a hint of determination in his eyes, but his voice was low, and only Wen Jiang and Cheng Fang, who was closest to them, could hear it: "Are you so relieved that no one here will recognize you, and you won't take this picture and poke it out?" ”

Wen Jiang asked rhetorically: "Are you afraid?" ”

Lu Shihan said: "I don't want to be a grandson. ”

Wen Jiang sighed: "You have a ghost in your heart, and your heart is weak?" ”

Lu Shi stared at her: "I don't want to be written as anyone's man for some reason." ”

Wen Jiang squinted his eyes and asked, "When did you recognize it?" ”

The collision of the limbs of the two was too direct, and the heavenly burial could no longer attract Cheng Fang, and he stared at Han and Wen Jiang when he landed.

Wen Jiang didn't get an answer, so he appeased Cheng Fang first: "Curious? ”

Thoughts are chaotic, Cheng Fang is curious.

When the name "Wen Jiang" was thrown out lightly by Lu Shi Hanyun, Cheng Fang's head exploded.

In the past 30 hours or so, he knows that a stupid word can no longer be used to describe him.

The two had known each other before. Cheng Fang was only confirmed.

The two don't know each other, otherwise why Wen Jiang is not even sure of Brother Han's name.

Cheng Fang couldn't organize words at the moment: "Curious." ”

Wen Jiang was not stingy and shared it with him: "It's a bit of a festival, and I had a fight." ”

Cheng Fang felt unbelievable.

How could Lu Shihan beat a woman.

Wen Jiang was not surprised to see his shocked face, and continued: "At that time, I also bit him, and I was not responsible. ”

Bite?

The only thing that Cheng Fang can think of within the IQ range is the bite of people...... Kiss.

This message blew him up even further.

***

At the same time, the celestial burial ceremony is further underway not far away.

The white curtain covered the corpse after the ceremony began, and the bloody images were behind the curtain.

The celestial burial master uses a knife to take small bones from the corpse of the deceased and give them to the family.

The vultures did not scatter in all directions, but assembled on the hillside in an orderly manner to wait for the call of the celestial burial master.

The Celestial Burial Master slice a piece of meat and whistles to summon the vulture leader.

It didn't take long for more pieces of meat to be thrown at the rest of the vultures.

It is said that the cleanest person whose body is eaten has the purest soul and can ascend to heaven most smoothly.