Chinese Almanac Master

New Year's Eve said that Xiao Nan candles can't see and teach him a lesson, but honestly, Xiao Nan candles are really not interested in comparing with him. This is because he knew that New Year's Eve was actually quite clear, otherwise he would not have spoken to him twice or twice, and because Qing Mingben belonged to one of the eight verses of the year.

Eight verses of the year, referring to New Year's Eve, Spring Festival, New Year's Eve, Qingming, Dragon Boat, Mid-Year, Mid-Autumn and Winter Solstice. In the past, the people of Chaoshan used to regard these eight festivals as the eight most important traditional festivals of the year, and they were handed down together after the confusion of the solar calendar and the new calendar. Because they have endured the test of time and still have clear festive origins and customs, the divine power of these Gods is also relatively prominent. Qing Ming, as one of them especially special, had the dual meaning of festivals and festivities, so Xiao Nan candle as an historian did not have to be too rigid with him. So, when Qing Ming came out to work, Xiao Nan candle told him about his day's arrangement and handed over all the household chores to him, and listened to Xiao Nan candle as a god of history to wash his clothes and wash dishes and tow the floor. Today, he changed his white shirt to look more and more like a crown jade. Qing Ming Gun suddenly opened his eyes and then held the Autumn Frost sword in his hand and shouted angrily.

“I never do these things! I won't do it! I don't want to! * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * ”

Stunned by his words, Xiao Nan looked at him consciously under the candle and instantly frowned impatiently when he saw a reddish face, but in the face of New Year's Eve, he still didn't really want to compare with the clear plan, so now he laughed jokingly, then pointed to the bathroom opening,

“Since you think I'm humiliating you, that's right... but aren't you trying to kill evil? There it is. If you can dispose of that age today, I won't bother you in the future, Ming-jun, and treat you as the first verse of our old Yellow Calendar. What do you say? ”

The words were somewhat ridiculous. Clearly, he was angry at the sight of Xiao Nan's candle. He could not help but hold his sword and chop this place to give him an embarrassing third-rate historian. But he himself understood that even if he did it on New Year's Eve, he would not necessarily kill the star who lived in the bathtub for more than 600 years, and he couldn't do it himself. However, Xiao Nan's candle was not stimulating him when he saw that this year's paper money for his old lady was going to be burned by herself. He just looked at the weather from the balcony to see if it was a good day. He simply threw away Qing Ming Festival at home.

Speaking of the habit of burning paper, it's quite a few years now that young people won't do it. After all, this is 2027, so many generations ago believe that the elderly are almost the same, and the rest of them naturally can't remember the first fifteen customs of burning paper.

However, there are some big festivals, such as Qingming and Zhongyuan, some people will burn some paper money at the reminder of their parents, but compared to many stories of the past, today people just buy some ready folds in the paper money shop and carry it to burn, and there is really not much left of the sincere sorrow of the ancestors.

It is inevitable to argue with that, after all, the act of burning paper is very feudal and useless in the eyes of some people. But the rule that people used to burn paper and float money did not mean that they believed in the existence of ghosts altogether, but because in the sad days of the passing of their loved ones and friends, one day they would forget because of the fading of their memories, but even if the exact date of death was forgotten, one day people would still be able to remember their former family and friends. At this point, they naturally need something to convey their feelings for the deceased, and these yellow paper dollar babies become the best trustees.

“Xiaowei, Mom burned you some more paper this year. Mom dreamed of you last night. You told me that the price below increased so you couldn't eat. I cried for Mom in the middle of the night. Mom will burn you more now. Don't save too much money, buy whatever you want...”

When he went to the cemetery with Jin Yuanbao Yin Yuanbao in his hand, Xiao Nan candle happened to see an old lady with a limp waist holding her umbrella in the rain and saying it in her mouth, because far from Xiaonan candle began not to hear what the old man was saying, and when he walked over, he heard it clearly.

I can't say what it feels like for a moment. In short, Xiao Nan's candle suddenly has some emotions. The person who died and was sad always survived, even though he knew that it was impossible for the other person to hear these words, but wanted to tell him a lot of what was held in his heart, so he couldn't help but take a few steps up the stairs towards the cemetery area on the mountain, and saw a familiar tombstone right in front of his eyes, Xiao Nan candle first paused for a moment, then slowly walked over.

The old lady's tombstone was cleanly packed. Stu Zhang's grandfather was buried near this mountain, so he could watch it every year and burn some paper money. Now that Xiao Nan's grandson is back, it is only natural that he should come personally, and look at the old lady who left a black and white photograph on the marble tablet, Xiao Nan Candlestick's expressionless face also a little more complex emotion, and after kneeling down in front of the tombstone and lighting himself a cigarette, he put a white floating money on the tablet, and he pulled a lighter out of his pocket.

“I came to see you. ”

Padded with yellow paper, Xiao Nan frowned and said to himself, lighting these stacked medallions, the dusk fire illuminated his pupils, reflecting his indifferent face a little softened, some messy things in his brain slipped through, but more about his past memories.

Xiao Nan knew a long time ago that his grandmother had picked it up.

Though his grandmother wouldn't mention it to him, there were always some adult children who were leisurely enough to take the initiative to remind him that those words that were riddled with ridicule and ridicule ranged from seven to eight years old to teenagers, and even if he tried not to care, he would always be a little jealous when he saw someone else have a father and a mother.

Due to its early maturity, Xiaonan candles naturally wouldn't foolishly ask directly where his grandmother's parents were, because he knew that this crazy-ass old lady would beat him, and he would never dare ask anything again, and just one day when a kid his age was bothering him with it, Xiaonan candles heard a detailed statement from the child that he had never heard before.

“My aunt said you were four or five years old when your grandmother picked you up from the garbage! When I picked it up, I didn't even know what to say. I just shouted, it was a wild kid from the mountains! How dare you kick my ass! Xiao Nan, you grandson! Don't let Stu Zhang help you! Ah! Help! Mom! ”

The crying words of the child's crying father did not sound like a lie, Mi Xiaonan Candle has had no impression of what happened to him as a child since he remembered, and naturally he cannot determine whether this is true, but the child's words still made Xiaonan Candle, who had a glimmer of hope, completely convinced his parents that he was not planning to raise himself before throwing himself away, and to think about it here, now that Xiaonan Candle, who had not taken these matters to heart, looked at the photograph of Mrs. Xiao on the tombstone, suddenly divine.

The last thing he regretted in his life was not being able to repay Xiao Ruhua properly. When he was a kid, the old lady gave him everything, but when Xiao Ruhua got old, he couldn't give her anything.

Sickness was going to take her life. The 18-year-old Xiao Nan candle was powerless. He hid uncontrollably to vent his irritable emotions with violence, but it was useless. He tried to maintain Xiao Ruhua's treatment by suspending his schooling. At the most difficult times, he even sold blood secretly. He just wanted to save the life of his only relative in the world in any way he could think of, and the reason was just because... without Xiao Ruhua, there was no home for him in the world anymore.

“I'm fine now, I'm not bad at school, I'm at work, you can't guess what I'm doing... the cigarette is still smoking, I'm not quitting, and then I'm with someone...”

With a cigarette in his mouth, a man's words were boring, but Xiao Nan's candle didn't stop. He didn't know who he was listening to, but he always thought his grandmother could hear it. If he hadn't said these words a few years ago, he might not have been able to say them today, but he probably had finally found some meaning in his life recently, so Xiao Nan's candle was not ashamed to tell his grandmother now.

“Everyone is fine, it's just a boring temper. You used to say that you have to find someone who can hold me back in the future. This time you can definitely do it... but you also know that I can't stand other people's good. This guy is better than that. I want to be good to him too... but with him, I will definitely be responsible, so I look forward to being able to protect him for the rest of my life, love him for the rest of my life, good for him...”

Thus, Xiao Nan's candle's eyes suddenly changed. The old lady's picture stared at him smiling, suddenly he couldn't help laughing. After all, after being sure he liked New Year's Eve, he wanted to understand something, so now he knelt several heads in front of his grandmother's grave, then muttered to himself,

“Anyway... I died before him. ”

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