Chinese Almanac Master Chapter 55: [One more]

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New Year’s Eve said that Xiao Nanzhu could teach Qingming if he couldn't see it, but to be honest, Xiao Nanzhu really didn't care about Qingming, a tough-tempered boy. This is because he knows that New Year's Eve actually cares about Qingming, otherwise he would not talk about him twice, and the other is because Qingming is one of the eight festivals of the year.

The eighth festival of the year refers to the eight characters of New Year's Eve, Spring Festival, Lantern Festival, Qingming Festival, Dragon Boat Festival, Zhongyuan, Mid-Autumn Festival and Winter Solstice. People in the Chaoshan area used to regard these eight festivals as the eight most important traditional festivals of the year, and they were also inherited after the chaos between the solar calendar and the new calendar. As they have withstood the test of time and still have a clear origin and customs of festivals, the supernatural powers of these calendar gods are relatively prominent. Qingming, as a particularly special one of these, has the dual meanings of festival and solar terms, so Xiao Nanzhu does not have to be too stiff with him as a calendar teacher, so when Qingming comes to work, Xiao Nanzhu only In a routine manner, he told him about his day’s arrangements for today, and by the way, he handed over all the housework at home, and he heard with his own ears that Xiao Nanzhu actually let himself, a **** of experience, wash the clothes and wash the dishes for him. After the ground, today, Qingming Jun, who changed into a thin pear blossom white shirt that looked more and more like a crown, suddenly opened his eyes, and then held Qiu Shuangjian in his hand and shouted angrily,

"I never do these things! I can't do it! I don't want to do it! The duty of the God of Li is to kill evil spirits. Isn’t it why Li Shi asked me to do these things deliberately to humiliate me!!"

Stunned by his words, Xiao Nanzhu glanced at him subconsciously, and frowned impatiently at the sight of his flushed face, but looking at his face on New Year’s Eve, he In the end, he didn’t want to care about Qingming, so he smiled playfully, then pointed to the bathroom and said,

"Since you think I'm humiliating you, so be it... But don't you want to kill evil spirits? There is it in there. If you can deal with that Tai Sui today, I will not do anything Please trouble you, Qingming, and regard you as the first festival in our old almanac. What do you think?"

This is quite ironic, and Qingming is mad at the first hearing, staring at Xiao Nanzhu, wishing to use his sword to smash this third-rate calendar teacher who embarrassed him everywhere. But he himself knew that even if he took a shot on New Year’s Eve, he would not necessarily be able to kill the six-hundred-year-old star in the bathtub, and he couldn’t do it even more, and he saw his languishing and speechless appearance. Xiao Nanzhu wasn't irritating him. He only looked at the fair weather today from the balcony, and simply left the house on Ching Ming Festival and went out alone to burn the paper money that he was going to give to his old lady this year.

Speaking of the habit of burning paper, in fact, many young people don't do it now. After all, it's 2027. The old people who believed this in the early generations are almost gone. The rest of them naturally can't remember the custom of burning paper on the first fifteenth day of the new year.

However, there are some big festivals, such as Qingming and Zhongyuan festivals. Some people will burn some paper money under the reminder of their parents. However, compared with the many exquisite things in the past, people nowadays are just in paper money shops. I bought some ready-made foldables and burned them in the past, but the real grief for the ancestors was really scarce.

It is inevitable that people can't help but want to refute it. After all, the act of burning paper is really feudal and useless in the eyes of some people. However, people who used to set the rule of burning paper and floating money does not mean that they fully believe in the existence of ghosts and gods, but because in the sad days when relatives and friends pass away, people will one day forget because of memory fade, but even if they die The specific date of is forgotten, people can still have a specific day to remember their family and friends. At this time, they naturally need something to convey their feelings for the dead, and these yellow paper money ingots have become the best sustenance.

"Xiaowei, mom burned some more paper for you this year. Mom dreamed of you last night. You told me that the prices of the following items have risen. You can't afford to eat. You cry mom in the middle of the night. Yes, mom will cook more for you now, don’t save too much, buy whatever you want..."

While carrying the gold ingots and silver ingots in his hand to the cemetery, Xiao Nanzhu happened to see an old lady with her waist hunched in the drizzle while holding an umbrella while chanting these words in her mouth, because it was separated Yuan Xiao Nanzhu didn't hear what the old man was saying at first, but when he walked over, he happened to hear clearly.

I can't tell what it feels like for a moment, but Xiao Nanzhu suddenly felt a little emotional. People who die, and those who are sad and uncomfortable are always the ones who survived. Even if they knew that the other party would not be able to hear what they said, they still wanted to tell him a lot of what was held in his heart. Thinking like this, he endured I couldn't help but speed up a few steps and stepped onto the steps towards the cemetery area on the mountain, and seeing a familiar tombstone right in front of his eyes, Xiao Nanzhu paused for a while and then walked slowly. past.

The old lady’s tombstone was cleaned up. Situ Zhang and his grandfather were buried near this mountain, so he could help himself to burn some paper money every year. Now that it is Xiao Nanzhu’s grandson who has returned, he naturally has to come over in person, and seeing the old lady who only left a black and white photo on the marble tablet, Xiao Nanzhu’s expressionless face has always been numerous. After squatting down in front of the tombstone and lighting a cigarette for himself, he covered a bundle of white floating money on the stone monument and took a lighter from his pocket.

"I came to see you."

Padded the gold ingot paper money and the like with yellow paper, Xiao Nanzhu frowned and muttered to himself as he lit these piles of coins, the dim light of the fire shining on his pupils, setting off His indifferent face softened a little, and some messy things interspersed in his mind, but more of it was memories of his past.

Xiao Nanzhu knew very early that he was picked up by his grandma.

Although his grandma won’t mention it to him, there are always some idle adults and children who will take the initiative to remind him that those words mixed with ridicule and sarcasm have been from the age of seven or eight to the teenage years, and even if he works hard He doesn't care, but he is always a little jealous when he sees others have fathers and mothers.

Because of his very precocious personality, Xiao Nanzhu would naturally not be silly to ask his grandmother where his parents are, because he knew that this bad-tempered crazy old lady would definitely fight him and he would never ask again. East asked the west, and when a kid of the same age as him troubled him with this matter one day, Xiao Nanzhu heard a detailed statement from the kid that he had never heard of.

"My aunt said that you were picked up by your grandma from the garbage dump when you were four or five years old! When you picked it up, you didn’t even speak to people, just yelling, just like a wild child from the mountains Ah! You dare to kick me! Xiao Nanzhu, you grandson! Don't let Situ Zhang help you if you have the ability! Ah! Help! Dad! Mom!"

The child crying for his father and his mother doesn’t sound like a lie, but Xiao Nanzhu hasn’t had any impression of what happened when he was a child since he remembered it, so naturally he couldn’t be sure if it was true, but The child’s words made Xiao Nanzhu, who was still holding a glimmer of hope, completely convinced that his parents didn’t plan to raise themselves before throwing them away, and thinking of this, Xiao Nan, who has already disregarded these things in his heart. When Zhu looked at the photo of Mrs. Xiao on the tombstone, he was suddenly lost.

The last thing he regrets in this life is not repaying Xiao Ruhua well. This old lady gave him everything when he was young, but when Xiao Ruhua got old, Xiao Nanzhu didn't have time to give her anything.

Illness will take her life. Eighteen-year-old Xiao Nanzhu is helpless. He hides out of control and uses violence to vent his irritable emotions, but it is of no use. He tries to maintain Xiao Ruhua’s life by taking a break from school to work. He even secretly sold blood during the most difficult time of treatment. He just hoped to use all the methods he could think of to keep the life of his only relative in this world, and the reason was only because...without Xiao Ruhua, There is no longer his home in this world.

"I'm fine now, I haven't studied badly, I'm at work, you surely can't guess what I'm doing... I still smoke, and I didn't quit, and then, I'm being punished..."

Speaking like this with a cigarette in his mouth, it’s boring for a person to say that, but Xiao Nanzhu didn’t stop, he didn’t know who he was talking to, but he always felt His grandma could also be heard over there. If he could not say what he said a few years ago at that time, he might have finally found a little meaning in life recently, so now Xiao Nanzhu has not She confessed to his grandmother shamelessly.

"Everyone is good, but they are short-tempered. You used to say that you will find someone who can stop me in the future. This time you can definitely do it... But you know that I can't stand it the most. Other people’s things are good. This person is just like that. If I’m good, I want to treat him well... But when I’m with him, I will definitely be responsible, so I hope I can guard him in this life. , Love him for a lifetime, good for him for a lifetime..."

Speaking like this, Xiao Nanzhu’s eyes suddenly changed. The old lady’s photo stared at him and smiled, and he couldn’t help but smile. After all, after making sure to like New Year’s Eve, he thought about something. Understood, so he knelt before his grandmother’s tomb and kowtowed a few times, and then mumbled to himself,

"Anyway...I always died before him."