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As soon as Xiao Nan left the house, that Qing Ming Festival angrily threw away the rag in his hand immediately. This article was first published because he had a serious cleanliness habit, so he looked at Xiao Nan candles and threw them at himself. These chores didn't feel very pleasant.

But thinking about the look of the man who looked down on himself before he left, Mindleton bit his teeth more vigorously or picked up the mop that fell in the bathroom. Just when he was unhappy and started mopping the floor in the living room, he had never done any of this work. Mingly, the mop was soiled with clothes first, and when he went to wash the mop, he accidentally knocked over the water in the bucket.

“This… this is ridiculous!! ”

There was an intolerable curse in his mouth. At this time of Qing Ming Festival, he seemed a little lukewarm, but the appearance of the great emphasis on appearance in peace was somewhat different. After all, he has been a special god of identity since his birth. Even though he was not valued at the beginning, he is now a unique Qing Ming King thanks to the accumulated efforts.

Because only other people have ever relocated him, and no one else has given him his share, so Xiao Nan's attitude to him is naturally not comfortable with Qing Ming Ming Ming, however, the root cause is to be investigated. The reason that Qing Ming Festival has always hated Xiaonan Candle is not only because Xiao Nan Candle does not respect him the way those previous historians did, but because whenever this cold-faced historian began to teach him with impatient tone, how to listen to the sound of a spirited eating cold meal festival talking to him.

The so-called Cold Meal Festival is actually a cold meal festival located on the day after the Qing Dynasty. Cold meal is a one-sided ridicule of cold meal. Cold meal has never responded to this, and the two sinners are pursued. In fact, they have been two festivals together since the spring and autumn period.

Speaking of the origins of the Cold Eating Festival, it comes from the ancient era of human worship of fire. Human life in primitive societies is indispensable and manifested in mythological legends of all kinds. There are fire gods in traditional Chinese stories. There are also stories of Prometheus stealing sparks in Greek legends. However, the fire that can bring warmth to people and drive out beasts often causes great disasters to humankind. People need him on the one hand and fear him on the other. Because of this psychology, the ancients thought that fire is a god, to worship fire. The fire that each family worships must be stopped once a year. Then light a new fire, called a fire change. When the fire is rekindled, there will be a solemn sacrifice among the tribes to burn the symbols of the valley gods, known as human sacrifice. By contrast, a later festival of fire was formed.

But the festival was short-lived, because soon he transformed it into a festival in the course of history, and in all historical legends, the earliest classics of the festival were used to commemorate the Spring and Autumn period of Jinguo's famous intermediaries.

Legend has it that during the exile of Jin Mung-Hui, the intermediate pusher used to cut meat to feed him. After Jin Wengong returned to his country as a king, when he divided up his group, he forgot to push him. Instead of exaggerating for petition, Miyama is hidden with her mother. Later, Jin Wengong personally went to Miyama to ask Mitsuko to push, and Mitsuko didn't want to be an official, hiding in the mountains. Master Jin Man set fire to the mountain, with the intention of forcing the mediator to push, and the mediator pushed his mother and burned her to death under a large tree. Jin Mungong naturally felt remorse in his heart, so to commemorate this loyal priest, the folk did not make a fire to cook on the day of the death of Mitsuko, and ate cold food, called Cold Eating Festival.

Suketsu and his mother's death prompted the birth of the Cold Eating Festival. From the time of birth, this god brought the nobility of the royal family. Naturally, it was different from the general festival, because there was not a hint of smoke gas belonging to the human race. Cold Eating King was also a cold frost in appearance. Life was not close. It was obvious that ordinary people were a normal dark hair. However, this god was born with white hair, and it seemed to scare people. This seemed to add a little more mystery to this cold god, and just as the custom of cold eating gradually emerged, this god suddenly discovered that he had also been born a festival the following day.

A young face, a very clean white coat, a beautiful name for a young child with a blue cloth towel on his head. The first time Cold Eat saw this teenager, he found it interesting. There was always a few fireworks in his undulating eyes, and this helpless little god who might someday disappear randomly suddenly realized what a true god was.

Now, thinking about it, that's probably the most pleasant couple of hundred years they've had together. Because then the Qing Dynasty was just an epiphany festival born of cold food, let alone what was called a traditional festival, sometimes people simply didn't realize that there was a clear presence outside of cold food. After all, it lasted more than 2,000 years before and after the Cold Eating Festival. It was once known as the first festival of the folk. As the only festival in the traditional Han Chinese festival named after the eating habits, it was especially special. Qing Ming was only because of the proximity to the cold food that people had combined Cold Eat and Qing Ming. This also became a thorn that had been infarcted by Qing Ming for so many years. No matter how long the time passed, he could not easily release himself.

From a decade to a hundred years to a thousand years, he stupidly followed the cold food and was humiliated and ignored. The infinitely scenic Cold Eater is always a high attitude, and naturally he doesn't want to take another look at his Qing Ming Festival. Clearly he had tried hard enough to catch up with him, but the cold food attitude towards him was still not so cold and hot. At one time, he dreamed that he wanted to give cold food more than before. Yet after all these years, he not only became a traditional holiday in the true sense, but cold food became an old calendar holiday that no longer attracted attention. But when this man with white hair and full of white clothes and no wind was looking down at him, Qingming Ming Festival still gave rise to the feeling that he didn't really care about all this.

He doesn't care if Qing Ming has replaced him or not. He doesn't care what his status is today. Cold Eating King will always be this arrogant appearance. Even if Qing Ming Festival is stronger than him, he still feels like he can't get out of his heart. He even forgot what his original intentions were. All he could think about was how to make this arrogant and arrogant god give himself a weak and frustrating look. Unfortunately, to this day, Cold Eating King still treats him as non-existent. No matter how much Clear Festival he exhausts, he himself feels pointless childish means to torment him, he simply does not act.

As such, there was still the strength to fight with Xiaonan candles and smash things during the Qing Ming Festival, suddenly there was a kind of groundless grievance, at this moment the house was empty, only the evil of all the roads attracted by the scent of the age of too sneaky peeking at him. In this situation, Xiao Nan candles left home to protect the whole meaning of the Qing Ming Festival of Tai Yi Wei raised the mop to kill all these unknown evils, and once he threw the mop head into the bucket on the ground, he wiped his eyes with his sleeves and then sat down against the sofa.

When he came to work today, he was in a bad mood. Though he's usually about the same stinking temper, he never gets angry with Xiaonan candles for no reason. But I probably saw the Cold Eating Festival the night before, and it was not pleasant to make it again, so when I came to work, Qing Ming Festival inevitably moved a little, and when I thought about the scene last night when I met the Cold Eating Festival, Qing Ming Festival rubbed my red nose hard, and I couldn't help biting my teeth and cursing them.

Cold Eating Festival has not been as good in years as before. Although festivals such as Hana Dynasty Festival and his age are not as good, no one can know better than him how bad Cold Eating Festival is as a witness to his flourishing to fading Qing Ming Festival. Once upon a time, he missed the thought of being able to surpass the Cold Eating Festival, but this day, the Qing Ming Festival heart is not right again. Because the kind of transcendence he wanted did not mean the gradual decline of cold food until death, but just to think of the way he was dying at any moment when he went to see the man last night, the pale pale Clear Festival panicked for a moment.

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“If you're not feeling well, don't go to work the day after tomorrow. What do you think you can do? It's not a drag...”

Listening to a fierce cough of cold food, the man in black with white hair frowned and opened his mouth in front of Qing Ming Festival. He was ignored by the cold food he had heard, and only took a sip of the cold tea in front of him and did not speak. Seeing this situation, he clearly frowned somewhat unhappily and seemed to want to remind him to drink something hot. But they had lived on a calendar for a hundred years, so he also understood that cold food was the habit of cold food. However, he said the words were actually good intentions, but when it came to his mouth, it turned into this Yin and Yang odd appearance, which made Qing Ming Festival a little self-infuriating, but he didn't know how to recover it. The cold food in the eye stared at him like he didn't care for it for a while, and suddenly he held the clear palm with his skinny hand.

“Qingming, would you be sad if I died one day? ”

There was some faint light in his dark eyes, the sound of cold food was very low, but it was particularly clear word for word. He didn't understand why he would say such a thing. After all, although he had always had some dealings with cold food, it was not very harmonious. Crying spirits such things could only be done by close relatives. He didn't need to do this at all. And seeing his comprehensible reaction, half the cold food in his heart was also extremely depressing, and he turned to staggered his eyes and muttered,

“New Year's Eve is right, you've been around for hundreds of years... not a bit. ”

The author has something to say: Cold Food and Clear Sessions ~

Thanks for the mines, the cell phone number, so I'll stick it tomorrow.