In Nagano Villa, the dinner banquet has only started in half. On such a big festival, several programs usually have to be held. The girls who started celebrating on the bonfire are also preparing to change into a unified kimono and prepare to participate in the worship ceremony.

Zhong Yue put down the phone, smiled calmly and said, "Youwei."

"Hmm?" Huang Youwei turned her head.

"You take the keys and go drive to pick up Amin."

Huang Youwei squeezed some lemon juice on the fried fish and asked, "Brother Yue, don't you follow me? I don't know him."

Zhong Yue smiled and said, "It's okay, just drive to the place where we were originally waiting."

"Yeah." Huang Youwei was about to stand up, but seeing Zhong Yue's expression a little solemn after answering a call, she asked, "Is there anything important about Brother Yue?"

Zhong Yue came to his senses, "It's nothing, you go." He smiled.

"Wait." Zhong Yue stopped her.

"Um?"

Zhong Yue said, "Go and change your kimono first, I want to see you dance with Kagura."

There are many types of Japanese dances, and Kagura is one of them. They are usually used as sacrifices, with soul-suming, soul-suppressing and prayer as the basis. Today is the peach blossom festival, and the Japanese girls will change into kimonos and dance together to pray for the blessing of the gods. These are all introduced to him just now by Huang Youwei. Obviously, this girl has learned a lot of ancient things in Japan, and it is probably the old woman named Keiko...Obasan taught her.

Huang Youwei was a little shy, "I didn't dance well."

The lights in the house were a little dim. When Zhong Yue saw the hostess of the villa who happened to be walking over, he called her to stop him.

"It's okay, go change your clothes."

Zhong Yue waved to the hostess beside him and said in a stiff English speaking: "she wants to go dancing. can you take him to change clothes?"

The hostess in a kimono twisted her waist and pulled Huang Youwei up with a smile, "I'll take you to change your clothes."

Zhong Yue called Ouyang Ming again.

"Hello."

"My buddy is taking revenge!"

"Amin, I may be in a little trouble."

Ouyang Ming was stunned and silent for a moment, "I'll come here right away?"

"It's too late."

"Damn! What should I do? Call the police?"

Zhong Yue narrowed his eyes and said, "That old comrade is a trustworthy person."

"'Comrade'? You mean, you are attracted to a man who likes men? This is indeed a big trouble, or you can just leave."

"Get out. You are more normal. I will ask Youwei to wait for you by the Ishibashi. You will take her back to Tokyo and hand over my work to the Tokyo Metropolitan Book Museum! Hurry up."

Ouyang Ming was a little puzzled, "What are you going to do?"

"Just do as you do." Zhong Yue hung up the phone and prepared to continue the dinner.

How could he get lost without the show?

Dong!

The masked musician who had just walked in from the side beat the small leather drum.

Zhong Yue turned his head and looked at the somewhat lusty mask, and continued to eat the saury that had a little browned surface.

Dongdong!

The rhythm is weird, with a mysterious sense of ritual, but it makes people feel solemn and silent.

Zhong Yue called again, "Is it Dr. Zhang? I am Zhong Yue."

"Zhong Yue?"

"Well. I found Huang Youwei. What do you think of the treatment plan I told you before?"

Zhang Heping said: "I studied the moxibustion acupoints you mentioned, and tried it myself. I roughly found a few acupoints. I found that they did have the effect of activating the meridians and generating heat. Where did you find this ancient prescription?"

"I'll talk about this later. I think Youwei's illness will be left to you."

"Well, no problem. I am also very interested in this disease. If it can be cured, it will be a step forward for my medical skills."

"If you need any, you can also contact Ouyang Ming. I will give you his contact information later."

"What do you mean?" Zhang Heping felt a little strange. If he needed it, he naturally looked for Zhong Yue. How could he go to Ouyang Ming? Besides, he is not familiar with the people from the Ouyang family.

Zhong Yue said: "Don't worry, everything will be fine."

The little skin drum beat a little quickly, as if he was performing the tension of marching during the marching assembly.

"Are you listening to the Bangzi Opera?" Zhang Heping seemed to hear the sound of drums beating on the phone.

"Um."

"I like this too, too. Let's go together another day? Nowadays, young people don't like to watch these things, and I thought I could not find younger fans."

Zhong Yue stopped chopsticks and said with a smile: "Okay, contact us another day."

Donggu in the middle of winter.

The Japanese girls came out in dress and obedience, and their actions were like posing again. A great priest stood eastward with a high hat, accepting the worship and prayers of the girls.

Such an ancient ritual has been passed down for thousands of years and has become a form today. However, in such a small Japanese mountain village, it is still a sacred and solemn compulsory course.

Of course, there is also a Huang Youwei who is stiff in dancing. Although her face is covered with white paint, she still looks very small and delicate. Here, she becomes a peach and looks at Zhong Yue from time to time, wanting to see what expression is on Zhong Yue's face, is she dancing too ugly and making a fool of herself?

Zhong Yue always smiled and even gave her encouraging and appreciative eyes.

Only one musical instrument will make the song look thin. In addition, the dance music is originally focused on sacrifices, so to be honest, Zhong Yue never thought this kind of sacrificial music was so interesting that the meal in front of him was almost the same.

The girls also completed a simple peach blossom festival and began to leave the venue in an orderly manner.

Huang Youwei wanted to come over and say goodbye, but Zhong Yue smiled and said in a mute voice: Go.

The great priest and the musicians wearing masks on the side did not leave and continued their performance.

Zhong Yue asked, "What is this song called?"

The musician smiled and said, ""Killing."

"Our Chinese gods are not the ones who kill. And how do you use this word?"

The great priest walked over with a high step, took off his mask, revealing his true face, "Half of it told me that it means kill."

Zhong Yue looked up and smiled slightly. The use of killing is that it is the son killing his father, and the minister killing the king is so useless. The ignorant clowns, but he did not say it, but changed the subject, "Mr. Jiangkou, such an important role, why do you have to let Senior Gushan come? You are grabbing your job. Don't you know that the protagonist has three-quarters of the movie paid for a play?"

After listening to Zhong Yue's ridicule, Jiangkou Chongchi tidied up his divine uniform and slowly knelt across from Zhong Yue. "This is Mr. Gushan's request, and I can't beat this divine song "Kill" as well as Mr. Gushan."

"Put it flat, don't kneel."

Jiangkou Chongchi frowned.

Zhong Yue took two bowls and poured rice wine for them. "The two of you worked hard for most of the day, and you have worked hard, so have some bars."

"Thank you for your hard work," Jiangkou Chongchi put down the big tall hat on his head.

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"I wonder if Mr. Zhong Yue, have you explained the matter afterwards?"

"Do you know?"

"Um?"
Chapter completed!