Chinese Almanac Master Chapter 59: [One more]

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Xiao Nanzhu walked hurriedly in his corridor, his expression was a bit hurried, he seemed to be running back all the way. Immediately after separating from Zhang Chi, he quickly started rushing home, and at this moment, only what Zhang Chi had just said to him echoed in his mind.

"Master Li, you picked up a hot potato this time. Tai Sui was very valuable a few years ago. I don’t know how many rich people stare at it and hope to get it. I have a provincial city to do business. My buddy said that Mayor Li’s daughter and wife’s death is very strange, maybe it was caused by Tai Sui or something else... So I’m telling you now, just to make you be careful, Li Shi Many people know that they are looking for your help, in case some people are not afraid of death to find your home..."

Zhang Chi spoke obscurely, Xiao Nanzhu frowned and nodded as if he had heard it. He also understands the special value of Tai Sui in the eyes of ordinary people. He has no idea whether this ancient remedy is useful or not. What he knows at present is that Tai Sui is not so much an elixir that can make people immortal, it is a natural birth. Can attract all evil sources of disaster.

After all, it’s just a few days of hard work. Because of Tai Sui’s existence, his family is harassed by evil gangsters from all walks of life. If it weren’t for having a calendar watching at home every day, he might be troubled. Thinking of this, Xiao Nanzhu, who knew in his heart not only to hide from evil spirits but also from ordinary people, nodded quietly, and then hurriedly returned to his home.

When I went back home, I saw that I was playing origami ingots at home on the Ching Ming Festival. Tai Sui stayed in the bathtub and there was no big trouble. Xiao Nanzhu was taken aback when he saw it, and then he felt a little bit He was nervous, but because of his past experience, he was unavoidable to be more vigilant and couldn’t get rid of it. After lighting a cigarette for himself, he threw the lock in his pocket on the coffee table with the bag, and then He slumped down on the sofa and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Why are you dragging this place like this without eating, Qingming?"

Frowning and looking at the ground where the ashes hadn't been wiped clean, Xiao Nanzhu's muttering in his mouth made his face look bad during Qingming Festival. Seeing him pursing his mouth and not speaking, Xiao Nanzhu, who knew that he had always been too disagreeable to criticize him, did not count him again. He only took out his mobile phone and lay back on the sofa, opened Weibo, and then lazily said,

"Speaking of speaking, I saw a paragraph on Weibo today, saying that Ching Ming Festival is the worst festival, because there are people saying happy holidays in other festivals, only Ching Ming Festival can't say..."

"Who wrote this asshole!!!"

I slapped off the table fiercely, and Xiao Nanzhu laughed with his nose crooked during Qingming Festival, and when he saw him rushing over to grab his phone, Xiao Nan Candle took the phone away and then he was very angry,

"What are you robbing? Sit and sit down? People are right. How happy are your days? I think I should make a special wish for you and festivals like Mid-Yuan Festival. How does it sound like Ching Ming Festival? How about I promote it on Weibo and forward it with #清明节节忧# to start a lottery. The prize is the paper money that was hand-folded on Ching Ming Festival... "

"Don't!!! Don't!!! I don't want it!! (╯‵□′)╯︵┻━┻"

Listening to Xiao Nanzhu’s words, the more outrageous he is. Tomb-sweeping Festival is almost about to turn his face. After teasing him, the contented Xiao Nanzhu put the phone away when he saw it, and I just opened it. Just kidding, don't worry, don't worry about it.

This situation naturally made him give him a fierce look on Qingming Festival, and silently despised the unruly words and deeds of these third-rate calendars, and after he collected the basket of paper money under his feet, Qingming glared at Xiao Nanzhu angrily, and then took out a dozen paper money from his cuff.

At this moment, he is stacking a dozen of yellow paper. This is one of the few handicrafts he has mastered. Because it was originally used for sacrificial day, the Qingming Festival has a variety of ways to origami money and is full of tricks. , But these ingots and the like are usually folded and burned to the dead, and it seems strange to fold it properly during the Qingming Festival, and Xiao Nanzhu, who saw this, looked at the pile of origami he had folded. , And then raised his eyebrows unexpectedly and said,

"You are doing this all morning at home? Who is this for? Oh, this is a thousand paper cranes, right? What are you doing with yellow paper to make a thousand paper cranes, Qingming?" /

"It's off...what does it matter to you!!!"

I said this impatiently. Tomb-sweeping Festival obviously didn't want to talk to Xiao Nanzhu, so his face looked extremely uncooperative. But his fierce mouth and his unconsciously flushed ears betrayed him, and Xiao Nanzhu, who saw all of this, smiled at the corner of his mouth and said,

"It's still kept secret, these thousand paper cranes are given away at a glance, who do you like? Gu Yu? Lixia? Mangkin? It won't be the vernal equinox. How old is she..."

"No! Don't guess!"

Blushing and yelling at Xiao Nanzhu, Qingming is really annoyed at this moment. It can also be seen from this slightly gaffey expression. After all, he asked himself to be upright and upright, not like Xiao Nanzhu thinking all day long. Love matters, so right now he threw the paper cranes in his hands folded with paper money into the small basket.

After he met with Hanshi last night, Hanshi taught him a lesson without saying a few words. Although New Year's Eve often used such words to teach him, but compared to New Year's Eve, Qingming always felt that the attitude of cold food made him more annoyed, but he couldn't see the desperate appearance of cold food, and the sentence to him Then, he is also puzzled.

"What you said on New Year's Eve is right...You really have been hundreds of years, and you haven't made any progress."

This sounds very inexplicable. I don't understand what cold food means on Qingming Festival, but when I look at his frosty sideburns, there is no sound. He could feel the frustration in his cold breath, and even today, after finishing the housework that Xiao Nanzhu gave him, he started using these paper money to origami cranes on Ching Ming Festival.

Speaking of which, Han Shi taught him this thing. In the past, when he was not as strong as he is now, he was often tossed by some slightly more powerful evil. At that time, he was still a teenager, and when he was angry, he would only cry his nose with red eyes, and the cold statue-like Han Shijun would give him paper money to fold a paper crane every time.

Because there is no other paper on hand, Hanshi can only fold it with paper money for sacrifice. Qingming folds while crying, and puts it in his palm after the fold is completed. Han Shijun’s white hair fell on his knees, and his handsome face was also alienated. Qingming often stopped crying when he watched, and at this time Hanshi would use an inexplicably soft tone to him. Say something.

"Ching Ming, don't be afraid."

Thinking about it this way, Qingming also woke up from the long memories, after a while, he also folded a small basket himself. He actually didn't know why he had to fold these paper cranes, but he couldn't help but do so when he thought of the past. After hearing such a lot of complaints from him, Xiao Nanzhu was first taken aback, then looked down. Looking at the paper cranes, it took a long time to show a somewhat clear expression.

"Oh, does Hanshi like you?"

"...What nonsense are you talking about! I and him are innocent and have nothing!"

His voice suddenly became sharp, and Qingming's face changed when he squeezed the yellow paper in his hands. He wasn't dull himself, but he was blinded because he was often emotionally affected by cold food. But no matter how clever he was, he couldn't resist Xiao Nanzhu's direct words. On the contrary, Xiao Nanzhu smiled calmly after being roared by Qingming, and then squinted his eyes as if an old **** was there.

"Eh eh eh, did you say what you have? What are you excited about? But let's make a bet, you go back and talk to Han Shi and see how he answers, then we will come back to see who is right Who is wrong...how?"

"What are you talking about?"

When I heard Xiao Nanzhu's words, he frowned. Qingming, who intuitively felt that he must not have a good idea, glanced at him suspiciously. His eyes were full of vigilance, but Xiao Nanzhu was relaxed when he saw it. Smile and then speak meaningfully

"Just tell him, Han Shi, I seem to like Shang Li teacher, Li teacher is too handsome and chic, I don’t like it, do you think we match (>^w^

Ching Ming: "…………"