“Each time after feeding, the baby should be held upright for 20 to 30 minutes;

“Baby should be fed before the baby is extremely hungry…

“…”

Ren Jie's preaching voice echoed gently in the room. Chen Du and others listened very seriously, and from time to time they took out the paper and pen that had been prepared long ago and wrote down what they thought was important.

Shang Jianyao always maintained his initial posture and looked at Ren Jie with concentration, but his eyes seemed to lose their focus a little.

After twenty or thirty minutes, Ren Jie stopped, glanced at everyone and said:

“So far today.

"The above are all the teachings of the gods."

"Praise your tolerance!" Before Chen Du and others could speak, Shang Jian Yao stretched out his arms and shook it gently, looking very active.

"..." The other church members were stunned for two seconds, and finally learned from Shang Jianyao, with their arms side by side, bent their elbows and shook them gently, "Praise your tolerance!"

Ren Jie opened her mouth, but said nothing.

She glanced at the old electronic watch on her wrist and said:

“It’s getting late, we need to go back to our home before the street lights come on.

"The next step is the last part, the Communion."

After saying that, she and the woman surnamed Li passed by and entered the room inside.

In less than a minute, they came out one after another, one holding various tableware, including small bowls, large bowls, plastic lunch boxes and porcelain spoons, and a large cylindrical container filled with black things.

The rich fragrance quickly drifted into Shang Jianyao's nose, making him unable to help but raise his right hand and wipe the corner of his mouth.

That's the scent of sesame and sugar!

Similar things, including ordinary snacks, cost 60 contribution points per pound, which is more expensive than pork!

As for high-end goods, it costs about 720 o'clock per catty, and Shang Jianyao's daily breakfast only costs 8 to 10 o'clock.

Soon, the woman surnamed Li distributed the tableware to everyone, while Ren Jie held a translucent plastic container in one hand and a soup spoon in the other, scooped the black food inside into the bowls of the believers, lunch boxes, each with a spoonful.

Every time she gives to someone, she will say:

"This is the communion today, black sesame paste."

Those assigned to the communion will respond solemnly:

"Praise your tolerance!"

As a new member of the sect, Shang Jianyao was the last one to be assigned to Ren Jie and a woman surnamed Li. The spoon was quite large, almost filling the small bowl in his hand.

"This is today's communion, black sesame paste." Ren Jie said as usual.

Shang Jianyao responded with great devout reverence:

"Praise your tolerance!"

Ren Jie, who distributed the communion, is to some extent equivalent to the incarnation of Si Ming "Zhi Sui", so "you" refers to Si Ming, not Ren Jie.

The woman surnamed Li observed Shang Jianyao's expression changes and asked with a smile:

"Are you very moved?"

"Touched!" Shang Jianyao held the bowl with one hand, raised the other, and wiped the corner of his mouth.

Ren Jie and the woman surnamed Li didn't say anything. They returned to the bedside, divided the remaining black sesame paste, buried their heads slightly, and spoke in a low voice:

“Praise your tolerance.”

Everyone agreed and began to enjoy the communion.

The Holy Communion seems to have been done a long time ago, and it is a little cold, but this does not affect its taste, it is strong, sweet, and has the unique temperament of sesame.

Shang Jianyao took a bite carefully, paused a little, and flew the spoon and kept putting the black sesame paste into his mouth.

Dang, Dang, Dang, he didn't even let go of the things stuck to the wall of the bowl, and scraped them cleanly.

After eating, he glanced left and right, wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

When the communion ceremony ended, everyone praised Siming, who was in charge of December, and lined up to return the tableware to the woman surnamed Li and Ren Jie.

When it was Shang's turn to meet Yao, the woman surnamed Li asked with a smile:

"This is your first time attending a party, what do you think?"

Shang Jianyao answered seriously:

“It’s delicious.”

The woman surnamed Li suddenly had a look of expression and asked:

“What advice do you have for us?

"Don't worry, since you have joined the church, everyone is your relatives, and there is nothing that cannot be said between your relatives."

Shang Jianyao thought for a while and said:

“A little more communion.”

"...What else?" the woman surnamed Li said with a reluctant smile.

Shang Jianyao's eyes moved slightly:

“Brush your teeth in advance.”

The woman surnamed Li couldn't help but cough:

"Everyone can leave. Shang Jianyao stayed, and the 'guilder' had something to say to him."

Chen Du and others left one after another. The woman surnamed Li and her husband, holding the tableware, entered the room inside.

Ren Jie walked to Shang Jianyao and said with a gentle smile:

“You have just joined the Order and need to master the knowledge about prayer as soon as possible.

"Don't worry, this is all very simple. My master Siming is the real god who is in charge of the years. He doesn't care about these things, there is no red tape."

Shang Jianyao nodded, indicating that he was listening.

Ren Jie slowed down her speech:

"We don't have a fixed prayer time, but we often choose to wake up early in the morning and thank Si Ming for keeping ourselves alive.

"We attach the most importance to the birth of babies and the departure of the dead, so our formal rituals or religious rituals usually preach similarly when the new life is full moon or when the dead are buried, and the time is not fixed.

"Well, there is a high sacrifice on the first day of December to welcome the arrival of our Lord Siming. And on the last day of December, there is also a high sacrifice on the last day of December. May our Lord open the door to the new world.

"You have learned how to perform rituals, which is to imitate the way you hold a baby and shake it gently. The corresponding language is mainly divided into three categories: when it comes to the topic of death and passing, it says, "It will eventually belong to the fate of the Lord"; when it comes to mention the nobleness of life and the grace of our Lord, use, "Praise your tolerance"; when it comes to new life, it can be said that "new birth is like the sun" or "life is the heaviest."

"Basically, that's it. As for the Holy Communion, it's different every time. It may be black sesame paste, or milk, juice, soy milk, broth, vegetable soup, yogurt, haha, do you find what they have in common?"

Shang Jianyao thought briefly:

“Everything delicious.”

"..." Ren Jie kept a smile, "They were all liquid food or were close to liquid food, and liquid food was the main food for new life and the deceased."

Before Shang Jianyao could speak, Ren Jie pointed to the door:

"Okay, you can go back."

Shang Jianyao looked back and didn't take a step, and asked instead:

"Aunt Ren, how many seniors are there in total?"

"A normal person must think there are twelve people after learning the definition of the year, but it is not." Ren Jie smiled, "There are thirteen people in the year, one of which represents the year of the year. Haha, where there is no mention of the year of the year, it symbolizes the whole year."

"What is His honorable title?" Shang Jianyao asked.

Ren Jie shook her head:

"I don't know either. We believe in Siming, so we don't need to know other ejaculation."

Shang Jianyao didn't ask any more questions and turned around and left room No. 35, Area A.

With the help of the flashlight, he returned to No. 196, Area B. Every time he approached the intersection, he learned to sink, turned off the flashlight, and passed by the wall.

When he returned home, Shang Jianyao walked to the sink and picked up toothpaste that seemed to be thinner. After all, he finally squeezed out a little onto the toothbrush with thin hair.

After carefully brushing his teeth and washing his face, Shang Jianyao saw that the ceiling was not yet bright, so he sat in front of the wooden table, leaned against the back of the chair, and closed his eyes.

He raised his hand and pinched his left and right temples and put them down again.

…………

In the wide hall covered with "stars" above, Shang Jianyao's figure appeared.

He first glanced at the cold and dark metal wall nearby, then raised his head and looked up at the sky.

The countless brilliant spots of light are like the stars described in textbooks, forming one galaxy after another, and one galaxy after another forms multiple river galaxies.

There are boundaries between these "galaxy"-like star clusters, but they are not so clear.

Shang Jianyao had long counted how many "galaxy" there were here, and now, he began to count silently again:
To be continued...