Chinese Almanac Master Chapter 2017: .2.14
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"So if you encounter something that is not human in the future, you must..."
"Kill."
As soon as this somewhat gloomy word came out of Twenty-Five’s mouth, Xiao Nanzhu’s movements were just a meal. He seemed to be able to smell the thick **** smell from his nose and the distorted roar from his ears. , So I shook God at that time. Twenty-five saw that he only stared at his hand without speaking, thinking that Xiao Nanzhu didn't want his hands to be bloody, so he glanced to the side, pressed his voice and lowered his head, and said solemnly,
"A disaster is a dead thing. It is only because it is stained with a human body that it becomes flesh and blood. These days are approaching the end of the year. When the evil congregates, you may have to deal with a few by yourself. They are all unformed misfortunes. I have dealt with them by myself, but this kind of thing will never happen again. Your grandma liked to write down everything before. You can go and find out if she left something for you. What advice... As for Li Mao who is in arrears with the wages of the migrant workers, and Zhao Tiansheng who gave all the money to his good friend, such people should not help them in the future. The evil spirits all look bad, and they do many bad things. Over time, things will go wrong. Those evil spirits will only find people who do bad things. They only feel that they are out of luck now, but they don’t think about what they have done before, so they are not allowed to help in the future. They are those people, otherwise your grandma will be mad if she knows..."
Teaching Xiao Nanzhu seriously, Twenty-Five frowned and said that he would not even peel the peanuts on his hands, and he almost sighed with anxiety. Knowing what he said so much, Xiao Nanzhu's eyes eased suddenly, and he was really helpless with this shy and stubborn character. However, he has his own set of principles for doing things. Although it may not be as clear and black as the 25th Five-Year Plan requires, he will not go wrong. However, at this time, he also understands that it is better to appease the strange and serious 25th Five-Year personality. In spite of his tone...how it sounds like when his dead grandma told him not to go to the truant hall.
"Well, good, I will try my best."
Xiao Nanzhu's compromising words made Twenty-Five, who had worried about him for a while, breathed a sigh of relief, turned his head and looked at the old wall clock on the wall, unconsciously it was passing zero. Because I had to hurry back to the almanac, or I would miss the hour, so I hurried away without finishing my food. Before leaving, he politely said to Xiao Nanzhu that he would see you in the next year, and Xiao Nanzhu who heard the words also nodded, watching him turn into a ball of light to freeze on the 25th-five day calendar.
After he left, Xiao Nanzhu sat in the living room where he returned to the dead silence again and was silent for a while, and suddenly laughed inexplicably.
"Hey, it's been so old for another day..."
Leaning on the back of the sofa chair and muttering to himself, Xiao Nanzhu, who was smoking a cigarette, picked up the phone and looked at it. Cao Chong, Zhao Tiansheng and Li Mao have already sent him text messages. The content is just something that is closely related to their own interests, and there is no need to guess at all. Xiao Nanzhu casually glanced at it and joted it down and put the phone aside. It was in a good mood. After he stretched his waist and stood up, he suddenly remembered the problem of the work record left by his grandma that he just mentioned in Twenty-Five, and when he stepped on cotton slippers and turned the small room around After that, it didn't take much time for him to find a gray and yellow booklet on the toilet wash shelf.
His grandmother’s habit of putting things away hasn’t changed for so many years. Xiao Nanzhu knows it very well, so it’s not too hard to find it. After taking a shower, he lay upside down on the bed and opened his hands casually. The little musty pamphlet I posted on, the first time I saw my grandmother, I sighed that Mr. Liu, who brushed the Tai Chi sword in the park, was very immortal, and he must use a first-class fan dance to attract his attention. Don't let him talk and laugh with Aunt Zhang who dances in the square.
"..."
At the moment, he couldn't help but smirked. Xiao Nanzhu really didn't know how to evaluate his own old lady's temperament. Turning back again, you can see some of the events that happened on each date in a scattered manner, and they are clearly arranged according to the year and date. Because this record was first started more than 50 or 60 years ago, many places seemed unclear, but when Xiao Nanzhu turned it over to the very beginning, where his grandmother Xiao Ruhua first started to write the diary, he But he found that the day he saw happened to be the 30th New Year's Eve of that year, and his grandma only left such a sentence.
[This is the worst New Year's Eve I have ever had, not because my dad didn’t go home for the New Year, not because Zhang Qiang, who lives in the alley and opened a small shop, took his girlfriend home, but because New Year’s Eve is really a...]
I can't read the handwriting clearly, but Xiao Nanzhu always felt that his grandma must be in a bad mood when writing this passage. He inexplicably remembered the face of evasive expression on New Year’s Eve on the 24th, and his curiosity about New Year’s Eve became more and more intense. However, there are still a few days before New Year’s Eve, and he is too anxious now, and waiting for him While looking at his grandma's evaluation of the coming Lishen tomorrow, he saw a page full of his grandma's comments on the source of Qixi Festival and Valentine's Day.
It turned out that Western Valentine's Day was introduced to China because of cultural integration in the past two decades. At the very beginning, it has always been a thorough Western holiday. According to legend, in ancient Rome, because of tyrants, many loving men and women were forced to separate. A brave soldier died unfortunately on this day in order to be with his lover. This day became Western Valentine's Day.
This story is somewhat similar to the story of the Queen Mother and the Queen Mother who dismantled the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl to some extent, but Qixi Festival was originally the day when ancient women begged for ingenuity. Every day, women would make sweet fruits and sweet cakes. This kind of crispy, light and sweet deep-fried noodles is not expensive. It can be made with a simple dough sprinkled with sesame seeds and deep-fried. Although it is not as exquisite as rose chocolate jewelry, it should be a festive holiday. In recent years, people have gradually forgotten the true meaning behind this traditional festival. Except for some elderly people, there are few people who are eating food like sweet fruit, and some businesses have forced the Qixi Festival to make some promotional gimmicks. What is called Chinese Valentine's Day, but this has brought about a very serious conflict between Valentine's Day and Qixi Festival.
His grandma did not explain what happened at the time, but she knew that it was not a good thing when she looked at the description. She flipped through the notes in her hand. The more and more fascinated Xiao Nanzhu was, she was still thinking about those things before going to bed. In his grandmother's record, what kind of existence are the festivals very different from ordinary people.
He had a weird and **** dream that night. In the dream, he was cooking a pot of Longxu noodles. The noodles were soft and slender, and the soup base was delicious and fragrant. It looked very attractive. But I don’t know what’s going on, a group of demons suddenly appeared from the horizon, accompanied by sharp and distorted shouts and the pain of being bitten apart, Xiao Nanzhu, who was protecting himself, could only use his hands. One after another, the screaming evil spirits were torn apart, and the splashes of bright red sprayed on his cheeks, and his human-like distorted face also made his breathing heavy. The **** color in front of his eyes also made his eyes a little fuzzy. He knelt on the ground tiredly, and his knees could feel the dirt and dirt on the ground. The feeling of being wrapped in flesh and blood was so disgusting that it was almost impossible to tell. He personally killed so many creatures that looked like a living person, so his heart was chilled. This strong sense of guilt made Xiao Nanzhu couldn't help closing his eyes, and then, Xiao Nanzhu suddenly felt When a cold hand pinched his chin and lifted it up, he gently rubbed his dry lips with some **** movements.
"Very good."
The cold and biting voice like that hand, there was no emotional ups and downs even in praise. Xiao Nanzhu could not see clearly the face of this person, but he was a little scared inexplicably. This strange emotion made Xiao Nan Zhu wanted to stand up irritably, but in any case he could not resist the will of the person in front of him, and when he tried to open his eyes to see the bastard's face, he could only see that body was red and burned. The golden-red clothes in his eyes and the one beside him--
Wang?
……
When I woke up the next day, Xiao Nanzhu had almost forgotten about what happened last night. His memory still lingered on the fact that he started to cook the noodles, so he decisively gave up the morning porridge. I thought, I was going to the kitchen to give myself a bowl of noodles, but I don’t know if his luck was really bad today. Before he could cook the bowl of noodles, an uninvited guest arrived on time and ordered it. Lishen, with a pungent rose smell wafting from all over his body, as soon as he saw Xiao Nanzhu, he gave him a subtle look, and then chuckled familiarly.
"Oh, morning, I'm still a single dog, then how are you going to spend today? Hahahaha? Valentine's Day will soon be unhappy, a single dog hahahahahahaha o(*≧▽≦)ツ"
Xiao Nanzhu: "(o#゜曲゜)o"