Chinese Almanac Master

The next morning Xiaonan candles overslept, and given the strange facts that happened last night, he was unable to sleep well on his first night back home.

He was lying in bed all night and couldn't sleep. Think about it and get up and take the old Yellow Calendar off the wall and look over it for a while.

But it's not a good thing that a study of Xiao Nan's candles found that there are a lot of things on his family's old yellow calendar that he never noticed.

First of all, in terms of appearance, this old Yellow Calendar does not seem to differ much from the average Hong Kong version of the Yellow Calendar.

The same is true of the gold-bottomed cover, and the traditional elements that symbolize the auspicious celebration are replete with these ancient, four-time old pieces of paper that carry thousands of years of time over and over and over again.

Back in the day, people didn't have cell phones, they didn't have computers, they judged when to sow the harvest, and the way to spring and fall was to rely on the existence of the Old Yellow Calendar.

Yellow calendar was created by the Huang Emperor. It was through the wisdom of the ancient Chinese working people for millennia that this is what it is today. It seems that old things like this are also being gradually eliminated because of the constant progress of the times.

But at this moment, when Xiao Nan's candle was smoking and leaning against the bed to open it, he couldn't help but be attracted to his eyes.

365 dates are arranged sequentially in the form of a variety of beautiful animal paintings.

Some international festivals, from traditional festivals to near-modern ones, have not fallen a day from 4 o'clock to the most ordinary of the first 15. It doesn't look particularly strange at all.

But it's strange, when Xiao Nan candles came together to take a closer look at the beautiful, quite ancient paintings, he doubted that each calendar carried something strange that he couldn't say, such as the one he was turning over at this moment… 38 Women's Day.

The woman in the mirror couldn't see her face clearly, but she looked like Anna, with a more approximate attitude.

The back of the shadow is unspeakable, just looking at it is reminiscent. Her hair is very lifelike, and her beauty earrings and burgundy dark grain dress are also very beautiful. Carefully, this should be a perfectly normal set of maid's dressing drawings, but the pointed Xiaonan candle was still the first to glance at several bottles of bottle jars like modern cosmetics on this beautiful woman's pear blossom dresser.

Of course, you can't say that ancient women don't wear makeup anymore. After all, they also want to wipe their lips with powder and paste yellow.

Besides, Xiao Nan's candle was not a good judge of whether he had a bad look or not, but even stranger, when Xiao Nan's candle wrinkled his eyebrows and moved his gaze towards the Yuanyang Theatre Water screen on one side, he suddenly found a bag accidentally dropped behind the screen, revealing a corner... Shubao.

Xiao Nan candle: “…”

Immediately closed the calendar in a ghost, Xiao Nan, who somehow felt a bit of a rogue, closed his eyes in a cold sweat and frowned a few words. I was dreaming and dreaming, and I didn't have the time to continue exploring.

If the little fatty carp who had just disappeared from the trade left him in doubt, then this amazing discovery is enough to convince him that there must have been something hidden from him by the old lady of his family who had been working for decades on the Huang calendar.

A calendar that, in his impression, hung in his home for at least 15 years is still up to date, and if he hadn't rarely stayed home, he probably wouldn't have noticed it by now.

But what about all this hide-and-seek stuff in the deep of the calendar...

As you can imagine, Xiao Nan's candles all had some nerve-sensitive eyes open this night.

He used to be a regular cook in the field, but now he's completely disturbed. He somehow remembered what Stu Zhang had said to him before. That thought was almost over.

The old yellow calendar of the god ghost was thrown on the coffee table in the living room. Later, out of some inexplicable sense of crisis, Xiaonan candles climbed up and stuffed it in the fridge.

In the refrigerator, which had not been used in six months, there was nothing but two stinking eggs, and the old yellow calendar, which had been thrown inside, lined the refrigerator with blue lights, looked a little like a demon that had been suppressed.

Xiao Nan squeezed his eyes uncomfortably and stuffed it inside, confirming that this thing should not run out of the fridge before he went back to his room to start sleeping.

When he had gone to sleep, his messy brain had fallen into a rare tranquility, and in the dream he had dreamed of something he had almost forgotten himself, something that had happened as a child.

……

Xiao Nan was not a very obedient child when he was a child. Except for his grandmother, he seemed quite smooth to anyone.

He also studied and read the book, but the little hooligans near the school still consulted him all day long in martial arts.

At that time, Xiao Nan's candles started, not knowing how heavy they were, and he could often beat the children who were looking for him to run home crying, and every other time, his grandmother, Mrs. Xiao, had to face a list of medical expenses sent home for half a day to sigh.

“Nam, you... how did you break another child's head again? ”

“If you don't break their heads, your grandson, my head, will be broken. ”

Sticking to his purple mouth, only an 11-year-old bastard dared to hit his elders like this.

Granny Xiao was unable to do anything by the child who was too proud to control herself. She had to take her time to pick him up from school every day herself.

Such treatment was the only one among the children of the time.

After all, everyone thinks they're big kids, and nobody wants their grandparents to take them to school. Xiao Nan's candles were naturally unhappy, but his grandmother had no better temper than him. If he didn't like it, he could only hold it, and Stu Zhang deliberately joked about it every time.

Such strict discipline lasted a semester, during which time Xiao Nan Candle could no longer have contact with those children, but on one occasion when Grandma Xiao was stuck behind the door of the school by several big children and was taught a little miserable lesson, something that had been in Xiaonan Candle's mind for many years happened.

Long after that, Xiaonan candles remembered what happened that evening. He was in a bad mood when he was stepped on his head by a pair of bad glue shoes that hadn't been brushed for days, and his face was dirty grey.

He bit his teeth dead and didn't want to beg for forgiveness, but the other two children held his arms and legs, and they kept calling him a motherless bastard in his ear, and the sound almost stung his ear, and then a strange woman suddenly appeared.

“What are you bastards doing? Believe it or not, I'll call your parents! Don't run! How dare you run!! You hit my son and you want to run, don't you? Say, which middle school? Oh Yo, Zhang Da, I know your mother, the little Liu who sells vegetables in the restaurant, right? Wait, I'll tell your mother when I go to buy vegetables tomorrow... and you, are you Peng Jiajia, what were you doing just now, so tall you hit someone...”

The woman who had a loud voice and cursed like a machine gun helped him drive away the older children, and then held him gently from the ground. Xiao Nan, whose eyes were swollen, blinked and looked at this completely strange woman, whose cheeks seemed to be covered in gold.

And the woman with a strange glow patted him in the ashes and slapped him with a knife, and saw Xiao Nan candle still this silent look, she sighed, then pinched his face and said helplessly,

“What are you looking at? If you don't listen to adults, you deserve it. Come on, follow me home. ”

Xiao Nan Candle didn't even know her.

But the voice was strange and gentle, half warmed his heart, he was stunned by this whisper, like a mother, the woman carried her hand home, didn't dare say a word for half a day.

He actually doubted in his heart if it was the kind of bad guy who kidnapped a child, but he wasn't too worried when he thought he was so big that he couldn't buy a few bucks.

And the woman who walked underneath her feet and lit up like a star didn't seem to care about Xiao Nan's candle defense attitude. She just taught him a heartbreaking and angry tone, like every ordinary woman who was a mother, and Xiao Nan's candle, who hadn't heard these words since birth, didn't even know how to follow her on that journey.

It wasn't until that day that Xiaonan candle arrived at his door that he saw his grandmother rushing out to greet them. As soon as she saw the woman holding his hand, she relieved herself.

“Eh, this is today… please. ”

“It's all right, old lady, I'll go first. ”

A strange woman like a fairy and his grandmother simply said a few words and walked into the house and disappeared. Xiao Nan's candle was once again taught a lesson by his grandmother that day, but he didn't even go to the top again.

He also asked his grandmother who the woman was, but Old Lady Xiao didn't want to say anything, no one could make her difficult.

Fortunately, Xiao Nan's candle is not a curious person, and even if he didn't know it, he was too lazy to explore it carefully.

But that night, as he opened his bag and prepared for his homework, he suddenly saw the language teacher laying out the homework for them in the classroom.

“Classmates, today is Mother's Day, Mother's Day is a holiday for all the mothers in the world. On this day, we want to honor and thank the mothers who gave birth to us, so please go back and write a small essay on my mother, you can write about what happens in everyday life, or you can say what you have done for your mother and hand it over tomorrow morning, okay? ”