Tibetan Festival

Introduction to the work "Tibetan Ritual"｜Recommended version Lin Du dug out an old, unnumbered volume on the basement floor of the archives. The booklet is filled with photos. Some faces are blurred, others are just blank. And on one of the pages, his name was written. In the photo, he is wearing the same coat as that day, and the old scar at the end of his eyebrow is exactly the same, but that face seems to be being wiped away bit by bit through a layer of fog. There is only one sentence in the remarks column: I am not allowed to read it. From that night on, strange things started to happen to him. Deleted photos will reappear on the phone. There is always paper dust on my fingers that cannot be cleaned off. In the dream, there were black stone platforms, faded red ropes, and the sound of drums coming from far away. And a line of old characters that no one recognized began to appear on his back. Lin Du sent the message to Chen Ye, an old friend who was repairing cars in the west. At first, Chen Ye thought he had a tattoo, but he took the photo and asked drivers who took the plateau route, people who knew Tibetan, and people who repaired old books, but no one recognized the words. Until an old man saw the photo and asked: "Is this word on paper or on a person?" The old man said that when he was a child, he had several pages of similar old paper at home. The paper cannot be turned over. If it is turned over by a living person, something will happen. What was written on the paper was not a sutra or a mantra, nor was it the name of an ordinary person. That was an account left over from long ago. On the account, Lin Du has not been crossed out yet. There are only four words on the last line of the old paper: The sacrifices were not collected.