Chinese Almanac Master

Xiao Nan walked fast in his own hallway. His divine color was a little rushed, and he seemed to have come all the way back. Just after he was separated from Zhang Lai, he began to rush home quickly, and at this moment, his head was only swinging back and forth at what Zhang Lai had just said to him.

“Master, you can pick up a hot potato this time. Too old this thing was especially valuable a few years ago. I don't know how many rich people stare at it and expect to get it. I have a buddy in the provincial city who says that Mayor Li's daughter and wife are very strange, maybe too old to make it or something... So I'm telling you now, I just want you to be careful yourself. Many people know that Mayor Li is looking for your help. In case you don't want to die, go to your house...”

With such an obscure opening, Xiao Nan candles nodded his eyebrows as if he heard. He also understands the special value of too old in ordinary people's eyes. He has no concept of whether or not this ancient bias is useful. All he knows at present is that too old is not so much a potion that will keep people immortal, but rather a natural source of evil that can attract all roads.

After all, just a few days of kung fu, his family often came and was harassed by all kinds of evil because of the presence of too old. If not for the daily presence of the calendar gods in the house, it may be that there is some trouble. Thinking about this, he understood that he should not only hide from evil but also hide from the ordinary people Xiao Nan candle nodded quietly, and then hurriedly returned to his own home.

After returning home, Qing Ming Festival is playing with his own origami Yuanbao. There was no big mess when he was too old to stay in the bathtub. Xiao Nan's candle was stunned first, but he also felt a little nervous. However, because of his past experience, he inevitably couldn't change his cautious illness. After lighting himself a cigarette, he threw the lock in his pocket with a bag onto the coffee table, and then sat down on the sofa looking tired and restless.

“Why are you dragging this place so far? Didn't you eat, Ming? ”

He frowned and looked at the ashes and didn't drag them clean underground. Xiao Nan's candle mouth made him look bad. Seeing him with his mouth shut, knowing that Xiao Nan's candles, which he had always been impatient with criticism, no longer counted him, only pulled out his phone and laid back on the couch to open Weibo and then lazy lane,

“Speaking of which, I saw a passage on Twitter today that said it was the worst holiday in Qing Ming Festival, because other festivals still say happy holidays, only Qing Ming Festival can not say...”

“Who made this up, asshole!! ”

Angry shooting off the table, Qing Ming Festival's angry nose made Xiao Nan candle laugh, and saw him jump to grab the phone with himself, Xiao Nan candle took the phone and then failed to breathe.

“What kind of robbery? Sit tight. People are right. How can you be happy on a day like this? I think it should be for you. There is a special way to open up a wish for a festival like the Chinese New Year. Just call it Qing Ming Festival. How does it sound? Why don't I give you a promotion on Twitter, take the # Qingming Festival Sadness # topic forward and make another raffle, the prize is the paper money that Qingming Festival folds itself...”

“No!! No!!! I don't want!! (╯ ‵ □ ′) ╯ ︵ ┻ ━ ┻ ”

The more Xiao Nan candle said, the more ridiculous it was, the Qing Ming Festival was almost over his face. He was satisfied with Xiao Nan candle and put away his phone when he saw it. Just one pair of me was just a joke. Don't rush and look bad.

This situation naturally made Qing Ming Festival stare at him severely. In his heart, he despised the words and actions of the third-rate historian, and just after he collected the basket of paper money under his feet, Qing Ming stared at Xiaonan candle, and then pulled out a dozen pieces of paper money from his cuff.

At this moment, he is stacking a dozen dozen pieces of yellow paper, which is one of the few handicrafts he has, because it was supposed to be a day of sacrifice, so Qing Ming Festival holds various ways of folding paper money and spends a lot of money, but this Yuanbao and so on are usually folded to the dead. It also seems strange that Qing Ming Festival is folded at the end, and Xiao Nan candles that see this situation look after the folding paper that he has already folded, and then picks up some unexpected opening,

“You've been doing this all morning at home? Who's this for? Oops, this is a thousand cranes, right? What are you going to do with the yellow paper folding crane? ”

“none of your business!!! ”

In impatient reply, Qing Ming Festival obviously didn't want to pick up Xiao Nan's candles, so his stinking face looked extremely uncooperative. But his mouth was fierce, his unconscious red ears betrayed him, and Xiao Nan, who had taken it all away, smiled at the corner of his mouth and opened his mouth.

“It's still confidential. This crane is a gift. Who do you like? Rain in the Valley? Mang? Wouldn't it be Chun Fen? How old is she..."

“No, don't be ridiculous! ”

The blushing neck yelled heavily at Xiao Nan candle. He was really a little angry at this moment, as can be seen from this slightly morbid expression. After all, he asked himself the bright and leisurely question. It was not like Xiao Nan candle to think about love all day, so now he threw a paper crane stacked with paper money into a small basket.

After he met Cold Eat last night, he was taught another lesson without saying a word. Although New Year's Eve often taught him such words, Qing Ming always felt that his cold eating attitude made him more annoyed than New Year's Eve, but he couldn't see the depressed appearance of cold eating, and he couldn't understand his words.

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

That sounds strange. I don't know what chills mean on Qing Ming Festival, but I suddenly lost my voice when I looked at his frothy horns. He can feel the chills in his cold breath, and today he can easily finish the chores Xiaonan candle gave him, and Qing Ming Festival began to fold paper cranes with the paper money.

Speaking of which, he was taught by cold food. In the past, when he was not as powerful as he is today, he was often tormented by some slightly more powerful evil. At that time, he was still a teenager, and when he was angry, he only cried with red eyes for a moment, while the cold eater, like a statue, gave him a paper crane every time.

Because there is no remaining paper on hand, cold food can only be folded with sacrificial paper money. He cried while crying and folded. After folding, he put it in his hand. Cold eater's white hair dropped on his knees, and his handsome face was alienated through his crotch. Clearly, he often looked at it and stopped crying. At this time, Cold eating would speak to him in an unknown soft tone.

“Clear, don't be afraid. ”

In this way, Qing Ming also woke up from a long memory. Not long ago, he also folded a small basket. He didn't really know why he had to fold the cranes, but he couldn't help thinking about the past. After hearing him complain so much, Xiaonan candle first stunned, then looked down at the cranes, and it took a while to show some obvious expression.

“Oh, the cold food likes you? ”

“... what are you talking about! I'm innocent with him. Nothing! ”

The sound suddenly became sharp, clearly squeezing the yellow paper face in his hand had changed, he was not dull himself, only blind because he was often overwhelmed by cold eating emotions. But even if he was smarter, he couldn't stop Xiao Nan candle from saying such a direct word. Instead, Xiao Nan candle laughed quite frankly after being yelled at clearly. Then an old god opened his eyes and said,

“Eh, didn't you say you had something? What are you excited about? But why don't we make a bet, you go back and talk to Cold Food, see how he answers, then we'll see who's right and who's wrong... what do you think? ”

“What do you mean? ”

After listening to Xiao Nan candle frowned, intuition he must not have had a good idea clear and suspicious looked at him, his eyes were full of vigilance, while Xiao Nan candle in sight smiled relaxed and then said deeply

“You tell him," Cold food, I seem to like the historian. He's so handsome, I don't like it either. Do you think we can match (> ^ w ^ <)? ”

Clear: “..."

The author has something to say: Auntie is here, it hurts so bad... sorry I'm late... it hurts...