Chinese Almanac Master

“So if you ever come across something that's not human again, you have to...”

“Kill.”

This somewhat gloomy word came out of 25 mouths, and Xiao Nan's candle action was a meal.

It was as if he could smell the heavy blood coming from his nose and the twisted howl coming from his ear, so he swayed. 25 He only stared at his hand and didn't speak. He thought Xiao Nan's candle was unwilling to have blood on his hand, so now he glanced over the side, pressed his voice down his head, and opened his mouth in a thick tone.

“The scourge is the dead. It is only because of the human body that there is flesh and blood. Recently these days are the end of the year. When the evil converges, you may have to deal with it yourself. Those people just had some unformed problems, I have disposed of them myself, but there will never be a next time. Your grandmother used to like to write everything down, so you can find out if she left you any advice...”

One seriously taught Xiao Nan candle, 25 wrinkled his eyebrows, said that he didn't even peel off the peanuts on his hand, a worried look almost did not sigh.

Knowing that he said so many things, Xiao Nan's candle eyes suddenly slowed down, but he was really helpless about the stubborn heart of the past.

However, he already had his own set of principles, which may not be as black and white as required by 25, but he could never go wrong, but at this time he also understood that it would be better to soothe the personality weirdness of the serious 25, despite his tone… how to hear how his dead grandmother prevented him from escaping from the games room.

“Fine, fine, I'll try. ”

Xiao Nan's words of compromise relieved him for a while after worrying about 25, turned around and looked at the old hanging clock on the wall of eyes, unknowingly it was after midnight.

Because I have to rush back to the calendar, or I will miss the time, so I hastily left before I finished eating. Before he left, he politely said a statement to Xiaonan candle, and Xiaonan candle nodded, with his eyes turned into a bright light on the calendar of the twenty-fifth day.

After he left, Xiao Nan's candles sat silently in the living room, once again recovering a dead silence, and suddenly some of them laughed inexplicably.

“Alas, so old for another day...”

Leaning on the back of the sofa chair, he said to himself, holding a smoking Xiao Nan candle and taking a look at his phone, Cao Chong Zhao Tiansheng and Li Mao had each texted him.

The content is just something that is closely related to their own interests. You don't have to guess at all. Xiao Nan looked at the candle and wrote it down and put the phone aside. He was in a good mood.

After he stretched out his lazy waist and stood up, he suddenly remembered a question he had just mentioned on 25 about his grandmother's work record, and when he stepped on a cotton slipper and circled around the small house, he didn't have much time to find a yellow leather brochure full of grey on the toilet wash rack.

His grandmother's habit of putting things away hasn't changed for so many years. Xiao Nan candle is not hard to find because it is very clear. After taking a bath, he leaned upside down in bed and flipped open the slightly smelly brochure on his hand. At first sight, his grandmother sighed at the old man Liu who painted the Tai Chi sword in the park. He must use a first-class fan dance gesture to attract his attention. He should not go to talk to Aunt Zhang dancing in the square again.

“ …… ”

I couldn't bear to laugh at the moment. Xiaonan candles really don't know how to evaluate the temper of her old lady.

Flipping back and forth, you can see piecemeal what happens on various dates, and it is clear that they fall one by one by year and date.

Because this record started more than 560 years ago, it doesn't seem very clear in many places.

But when Xiao Nan's candle turned it over to the place where his grandmother Xiao Ruhua first started writing his diary, he found that the day he saw it happened to be New Year's Eve 30 that year, and his grandmother left only one sentence behind.

[On New Year's Eve, everyone was talking about happy New Year's Eve, but there was only one person, in fact, the least happy...]

The handwriting behind him is not very clear, but Xiao Nan Candle always felt that his grandmother must be in a complicated mood when writing this phrase.

He somehow remembered the appearance of hiding from this New Year's Eve on the previous twenty-fourth day, but his curiosity about the New Year's Eve day grew ever stronger.

But there was still a few days left before New Year's Eve, and as he looked at his grandmother's assessment of tomorrow's upcoming Calendar, he saw a page full of notes from his grandmother on the sources of Seventh Eve and Valentine's Day.

It turns out that Western Valentine's Day was only introduced to China for almost two decades because of cultural integration. At the beginning, he was a complete Western festival. Heralded in ancient Roman times, because tyrants □ □ forced many loved men and women apart, a brave soldier unfortunately died on this day with his loved ones, thus turning it into Western Valentine's Day.

This story is somewhat similar to the story of the Queen Mother who broke up the cowboy weaver, but Qixiuben was the day the ancient woman begged for her ingenuity.

Every single day, the women make fruits and cakes, and this crunchy, light, fried noodle is not expensive. It can be made simply by sprinkling it with sesame oil, even though it is not as refined as rose chocolate jewellery, but it is also a festive celebration.

Unfortunately, in recent years, people have gradually forgotten the true meaning of traditional festivals. Except for the fact that few elderly people eat such foods as kick-ass fruits, and some merchants, in order to be able to get some promotional stunts, actually call the Seventh Eve a Chinese Valentine's Day, not to mention, which brings about an unusually serious contradiction between Valentine's Day and the Seventh Eve.

At that time, his grandmother didn't explain what happened, but she knew it was not a good thing to look at the description and look at the notes on her hand. The more she looked at the fascinating Xiao Nan candle, the more she came to bed, she was still thinking about the existence of festivals that were very different from ordinary people in his grandmother's records.

This evening he had some strange, bloody dreams in which he was cooking a pot of dragon noodles, which were soft and thin, with a delicious soup base, which was very tempting to look at.

But I don't know what happened, a group of depressed evil suddenly emerged from the sky, accompanied by sharp twisted screams and the bite of the flesh. In order to protect myself, Xiao Nan candle can only tear the screaming evil shell with his hands at once.

The splashing red sprinkled on his cheek, and the twisted face of Shaw made his breathing heavier. The color of blood coming from his eyes also blurred his eyes a little, as he knelt tirelessly and his knees felt dirty and dirty on the ground.

This feeling of being wrapped in flesh and blood is almost indescribable. Perhaps he just killed so many cool living creatures with his own hands, so his heart is cold. This intense guilt made Xiao Nan's candles couldn't help but close his eyes.

Shortly afterwards, Xiao Nan suddenly felt an icy hand pinching his chin up and gently rubbing his dry lips.

“Very good.”

As cold as that hand, there was no emotional ups or downs, even praise, and the face of Xiao Nan Candle was not very clear.

But somehow he was afraid, this strange emotion made Xiao Nan want to stand up, but in any case he could not resist the will of the person in front of him, and when he tried to open his eyes to see the bastard's face, he could only see the golden red clothes that burned his eyes and the one beside him ——

Wang?

……

When he woke up the next day, Xiao Nan's candles had almost forgotten about last night, and his memories still lingered on the fact that he had begun cooking dragon beard.

So he decidedly gave up the idea of drinking porridge in the morning, prepared to go to the kitchen to give himself a bowl of noodles, but I don't know if today's luck was really bad, before he cooked the bowl noodles, an uninterrupted guest had arrived on time, and when he saw Xiao Nan candle, he looked at him quite delicately, and then smiled at him,

“Yo, good morning, still a single dog, what are you going to do today? Happy Valentine's Day, single dog hahahahahao (* ≥ ≤) Ts”

Xiaonan candle: "(o # crooked) o”