Chapter 144: The Ghost Festival: Viewing People from the Perspective of God Du Ruoke had no idea what was happening on the other side of the ocean. After he checked in Long Zhirou and the other person in the afternoon, he helped to look after the front desk for a while. Then Yang Ling told him that there was nothing to worry about. Du Ruoke did not stay any longer and went out with Maomao and started walking back to the rented house. "Maomao, what are we having for dinner?" Du Ruo couldn't help frowning as he walked. He felt very annoyed that he had to think about what to eat next every day. Especially now there's an extra dog to take care of. "Woof~" Maomao barked, glanced at Du Ruo, and continued walking forward. "I don't know if Chen Guang has returned yet. Why don't I bring a bottle of good wine over tonight and have a meal with him?" Du Ruo saw that it was still early and it was not time for dinner, so he decided not to think about it anymore. Anyway, he just didn't want to cook tonight. As for Maomao, it depended on what he had for dinner. He would serve him leftovers. He would not be like his mother and make dog food specifically for the dog. "You're the only one with leftovers from your meal? They're cleaner than what I eat." In other words, Maomao didn't know what Du Ruo was thinking, otherwise he would have to complain. Du Ruo now cleans up the plate after eating, even the West Lake vinegar fish.
"Boss Du, would you like to come sit down and have a cup of tea?" Du Ruo was walking on the road. From a distance, Long Zhirou, who was staying at the detached B&B, greeted her with great enthusiasm. “Are you filming?” Du Ruo walked over and saw Long Zhirou and her assistant filming in the yard. The camera was placed at the entrance of the yard, and Huangshan was behind Long Zhirou. Du Ruo didn't go into the yard when he saw this scene, but just greeted them outside. After all, they were guests, so it was necessary to greet them. "Yes, let's shoot some footage first, maybe it can be used later." Long Zhirou smiled. She was wearing a white coat and her hair was tied up. She must have just done a few rounds of boxing and was sweating a little. She looked full of energy, but also gentle. "Then you continue to be busy. I'm still making a fire on the water, so I won't disturb you from filming." Du Ruo only felt that when he was chatting with Long Zhirou, it seemed that someone was spying on him, but this spying was not malicious. After thinking about it, Du Ruo knew what was going on, so he made up an excuse and left. As soon as Du Ruo finished speaking, he immediately noticed that the prying eyes behind him had disappeared. He smiled, walked around the tavern and headed towards the rental yard. Now he is actually a little confused about the relationship between him and Xiang Yuanyuan. "Du Ruo, let's go to my house for dinner. We're having duck today and we've also made fried dough sticks." As soon as he got outside the yard, Du Ruo heard Yang Chenguang's shouting. When I looked up, I saw Yang Chenguang holding a large plastic bag in his hand, which was bulging with something unknown. He was walking towards his home. When he saw Du Ruo, he greeted her warmly. "Okay, I'll take care of the drinks tonight." Du Ruo naturally would not refuse. He had been thinking about going over for dinner, and now that the other party had taken the initiative to invite him, there was no reason for him to refuse. "By the way, call the boss lady." After saying this, Yang Chenguang turned around and left with his things. "Did you hear that? When we go to dinner together later, do you want to bring the wine or should I?"
Du Ruo saw Yang Chenguang walking away, and turned to look at the tavern behind him. He knew that Xiang Yuanyuan must be listening, because it was Xiang Yuanyuan who had just spied on him. "I'll take it. I won't bring any medicinal wine today. I have pure grain wine here, which is more suitable for drinking today." Xiang Yuanyuan opened the window, looked at Du Ruo and said something, then turned around and started to go downstairs, holding a bamboo pole and bucket in her hands, apparently going to the river to catch fish again. "Maomao, come on, let's go catch fish. Do you want to come? After we catch the fish, we can eat." I am really addicted to fishing for Yuanyuan. I can go to the river several times in one afternoon. Fortunately, I only go once every half an hour at the beginning, and then there are no fish, so I changed the time. "I won't go. Let Maomao go ahead. We still have to be careful of snakes by the river." Du Ruo shook his head and turned back to the yard. After Xiang Yuanyuan brought Maomao back, she went upstairs to change her clothes. Then she picked up her things, called Du Ruo, and started walking towards Yang Chenguang's house. "Hey, were you jealous at noon?" The two were just walking in silence, when Du Ruo suddenly spoke. "Ah? You...what are you talking about? Why am I jealous? Are we on good terms? I'm not jealous." When Xiang Yuanyuan heard Du Ruo's question, she was like a cat whose tail was stepped on. She said a few words and then walked forward quickly, not caring about Du Ruo behind her. "? What's going on today?" Du Ruo originally wanted to chase after him, but out of the corner of his eye he suddenly noticed that some of the surrounding villagers were tidying up something outside their houses. He looked at it a few more times out of curiosity and then walked towards Yang Chenguang's house. When I arrived at Yang Chenguang's home, I found that it was the same. Yang Chenguang, his two sons and his father were sorting some paper money in front of the house, while Xiang Yuanyuan and Yang Chenguang's wife Sasha were chatting nearby. "Uncle Yang, Chen Guang, what are you doing?" Du Ruo came over, also squatted on the ground watching, and asked curiously. "Today is the Ghost Festival. We burn paper money, worship our ancestors, eat duck, dumplings and oil cakes. This is an old tradition. Don't you do this when you are out?" Yang Chenguang skillfully crumpled and folded the paper money in his hand to make it easier to burn. "Oh, it's the Zhongyuan Festival. I haven't celebrated this for a long time." It was at this time that Du Ruo suddenly remembered this matter. It was not his fault. When he was working outside before, he didn't care about the Ghost Festival. He was in a foreign land and his parents were still at home, so he didn't need to worry about ancestor worship. As for not going out at night, no one would care. They were all poor, so those who should work overtime should work overtime at night, and those who should make a living still had to make a living. Is there anything more terrible than being poor? On the contrary, people outside take the Qixi Festival more seriously, as businesses hold various activities at this time. In the countryside, it is just the opposite. No one celebrates the Chinese Valentine's Day, and only a few young people will mention it. In any case, Du Ruo has never heard Yang Ling say anything about making decorations. So after working away from home for more than ten years, I only remembered to call home during the Mid-Autumn Festival, and I didn't pay much attention to other festivals. In addition, her parents went on a trip this year and no one told Du Ruo, so it was normal that Du Ruo didn't know about it. Du Ruo looked at Xiang Yuanyuan and raised his eyebrows, as if to say, "You must know, why don't you tell me?" He remembered that Xiang Yuanyuan had told him that today was a better day to drink pure grain wine, which meant that she knew that Yang Chenguang's family would hold a ancestor worship ceremony today and that it was a festival. "Humph!"
Xiang Yuanyuan looked at Du Ruo and wrinkled her nose, as if to say, "I won't tell you." It was only then that Du Ruo belatedly took out his cell phone and sent a message to his parents, asking if they wanted to pay their respects as well. "No need, we went to the temple to burn incense today, and it's good enough to have remembrance and awe in our hearts, the form is not that important. By the way, remember to like my circle of friends later." My mother's text message came very quickly, and she also sent photos of them burning incense in the temple. She also did not forget to ask Du Ruo to like her circle of friends. "Where's your uncle? Has he been discharged from the hospital? Why don't you come over for dinner today?" Du Ruo put away his phone, came to Yang Chenguang's side, and started to crumple paper money while asking a question. People in rural areas actually take the Ghost Festival very seriously, and each family will perform sacrifices according to the degree of importance it places on it. If there is a large family, they will usually take the opportunity to get together. For example, Yang Chenguang's family and his uncle are both in the village, so they should have a meal together and worship their ancestors. "No, he's still in the hospital. I'll go to town to visit him this afternoon. It's not a big problem. My aunt is taking care of him." Yang Chenguang said this while smoking a cigarette without much concern. At this time, some families in the village had already started setting off firecrackers. The crackling sound made the village seem quite lively. "Aren't fireworks banned? And when I came here, I saw every household preparing money and paper. As the secretary, why don't you go around the village to prevent safety accidents?" "No, I asked the village to buy an iron bucket two years ago. Firecrackers and paper are burned in the bucket, so nothing will happen." After Yang Chenguang finished speaking, he put out the cigarette in his mouth, then went to the hall and took out a large iron bucket and a small table. Incense and candles were placed on the table, and then the food was served. After everything was ready, Yang Chenguang's father poured some wine and began to pray and burn incense. Yang Chenguang began to light the paper and put it into the bucket, muttering to himself as it burned. Du Ruo has good hearing and can clearly hear what Yang Chenguang's father and Yang Chenguang are saying. It is nothing more than wishing for the ancestors to bless you, for peace in the family, for the children to be healthy and successful in their studies and so on. The solemn atmosphere made Yang Chenguang's two sons watch quietly. Du Ruo's mind moved, and he gathered the "spirit" in his eyes, and looked at everyone with the "spirit" and "aura". In fact, Du Ruo had used "qi" to observe people before, but it was of no use. It only enhanced his eyesight a little, and he couldn't see other things. It's not that Du Ruo didn't want to observe people with "spirit", but at that time Du Ruo's ability to control "spirit" was very weak. He could only rely on it passively and couldn't specifically manipulate "spirit" to strengthen a certain part of a person. Only after the "spirit, energy and spirit" breaks through 10 points can Du Ruo manipulate the "spirit". Du Ruo first looked at the people, and felt that everyone around him was shrouded in a faint red mist, as if each of them was a burning fire. He looked at Yang Chenguang, and when he was praying, the fire on his body seemed to burn more violently, and returned to normal after he finished praying. "Is this red mist the burning of a person's 'essence'? It represents a person's energy and vitality? And when a person concentrates or focuses more, his essence will be more vigorous? Wow, is Yuanyuan's energy so vigorous? Could it be related to drinking medicinal wine all year round?" Du Ruo can infer the energy and vitality of others from the color of his own essence, energy and spirit. It is not surprising that the color of the energy and spirit cannot be seen. The energy and spirit of ordinary people will not be displayed outside the body, not to mention that they are covered by the "essence" fire. It is difficult for Du Ruo to observe them now. Perhaps in the future, when Du Ruo's "spirit" becomes stronger, he may be able to see more. Originally, Du Ruo thought that Yang Chenguang would be the one with the strongest "spirit", but after taking a look around, he found that Xiang Yuanyuan was the one with the strongest "spirit" among the group. After thinking about it, Du Ruo understood the reason. Xiang Yuanyuan drinks medicinal wine all year round and has consumed a lot of various tonic herbs, otherwise his body would not be able to withstand Xiang Yuanyuan's drinking. Secondly, Du Ruo discovered that apart from Xiang Yuanyuan, Yang Chenguang's "spirit" was not the most vigorous. The most vigorous one was actually Shasha, followed by Yang Chenguang and Yang Chenguang's father, and finally his two sons. After seeing this scene, Du Ruo glanced around and didn't find anything strange, so he retracted his "God". He just glanced around, but it consumed a lot of his "God". After watching it, Du Ruo couldn't help but look at Yang Chenguang, who had finished burning the paper, with some strange eyes.
"Since you can see others, then..." Du Ruo just glanced at Yang Chenguang and suddenly thought of a question: If he can see others, can he also see himself? Thinking of this, Du Ruo couldn't help but close his eyes and began to observe himself from the perspective of "God". He wanted to know what he was like. (End of this chapter)