The next morning, Xiao Nanzhu overslept. Since what happened last night was so bizarre, he didn't get a good night's sleep on the first night he returned to his hometown.
He was lying on the bed tossing and turning all night and couldn't sleep. After thinking about it, he got up and took off the old yellow calendar on the wall and carefully looked at it for a while. There are many things on the old yellow calendar of his family that he has never noticed.
First of all, in terms of appearance, this old almanac does not seem to be much different from the ordinary Hong Kong version of almanac. It has the same cover with bronzing characters on a red background. Various traditional elements that symbolize auspiciousness and festivity are full of these ancient almanacs. , On the old paper that records the changes of the four seasons, it carries thousands of years of time and time again and again, again and again. In the old days, people did not have mobile phones or computers. They judged when to sow and reap the harvest. The way to spring to autumn was to rely on the existence of the old yellow calendar. According to legend, the yellow calendar was originally created by the Yellow Emperor. In the current state, it seems that such an old thing is gradually being eliminated due to the continuous progress of the times, but at this moment, when Xiao Nanzhu was smoking a cigarette and leaning on the bedside to open it, he Still couldn't help being drawn to it.
As far as the eye can see, the three hundred and sixty-five dates are arranged in order in the form of various gorgeous and exquisite characters and animals, ranging from traditional festivals to some international festivals that only appeared in modern times, from the four seasons to the most common ones. On the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, there was not a single day left. This didn't seem to be particularly strange at first, but the strangeness was there. When Xiao Nanzhu approached and carefully inspected these beautiful paintings with ancient charm, he found each calendar in doubt. More or less, there are some strange things that he can't tell, such as this one he is turning to at the moment... Women's Day.
The woman holding herself in the mirror could not see her face clearly, but she was graceful and graceful. The back is indescribably charming, and just looking at it makes people think about it. The phoenix hairpin on her temples is lifelike, and the pearl earrings and the vermilion dark-patterned dress are also very beautiful. Logically speaking, this should be It was a picture of a normal lady's dressing, but Xiao Nanzhu, who was sharp-eyed, caught a glimpse of a few bottles and jars of modern cosmetics on this beautiful lady's pear wood dresser for the first time.
Of course, you can't say that ancient women didn't wear makeup. After all, they also had to apply powder and make lip decals yellow. Besides, Xiao Nanzhu, a big man, can't judge whether he has bad eyes or not, but it's even more strange. One thing is, when Xiao Nanzhu, who frowned, moved his gaze to the mandarin duck water screen, he suddenly found a bag accidentally dropped behind the screen, revealing a corner of... Hu Shubao.
Xiao Nanzhu: "..."
He immediately closed the calendar in embarrassment, and Xiao Nanzhu, who somehow felt that he was a bit of a rogue, touched his nose, and for a while did not have the mind to continue exploring. If the little fat carp who appeared and disappeared rashly just now made him suspicious, then this astonishing discovery is enough to make him believe that there must be something wrong with the old lady who has worked as a Huangli teacher for decades. Things have been hiding from him.
In his impression, an annual calendar that has been hanging in his house for at least fifteen years actually keeps the latest time. If he seldom stayed at home, it is estimated that he would not have discovered it until now, but these are hidden in What's up with that elusive thing in the depths of the calendar...
Thinking like this, Xiao Nanzhu opened his eyes sensitively that night. He used to have a regular schedule when he was in the army, but now he is completely disturbed. He inexplicably remembered what Situ Zhang had said to him before, and this thought was almost over. He threw the ghostly old yellow calendar on the coffee table in the living room. Later, out of some kind of inexplicable sense of crisis, Xiao Nanzhu got up again and stuffed it into the refrigerator.
There was nothing but two rotten eggs in the refrigerator that had not been used for half a year, and the old almanac that had been thrown inside looked a bit like a suppressed monster against the blue lighting in the refrigerator.
Xiao Nanzhu squinted his eyes and stuffed it into it uneasy. After confirming that the thing should not escape the refrigerator, he went back to his room and started to sleep. After he fell asleep, his messy mind fell into a rare peace, and in the dream, he actually dreamed of some things that happened when he was a child that he almost forgot.
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Xiao Nanzhu was not an obedient child when he was a child. Apart from being docile towards his grandmother, he was arrogant and arrogant towards everyone. He also followed the studies, and he also read the books, but the little hooligans near the school were still looking for him to learn martial arts all day long. At that time, Xiao Nanzhu didn't know how important it was. He could often beat the children who were looking for other things and ran home crying, and every once in a while, his grandmother, Mrs. Xiao, had to deal with each and every one of them. The list of medical bills from home sighed for a long time.
"I said Anan, you... how did you break the head of another child?"
"If you don't break their heads, your grandson and mine will be broken."
Tightly pursing the corners of his bruised mouth, a stinky boy who is only eleven or twelve years old dares to contradict his elders like this. Grandma Xiao was overwhelmed by the child who was so proud that she couldn't control her, so she could only take time out to pick him up to and from school in person every day.
This kind of treatment was considered the only one among the children at that time. After all, everyone considered themselves to be big children, and no one wanted to let their grandparents hold hands to send them to and from school. Xiao Nanzhu was naturally unhappy, but his grandmother's temper was not much better than his. This kind of strict discipline has been maintained for one semester. During this period, Xiao Nanzhu was unable to have contact with those children again. However, once Grandma Xiao did not come because of something, Xiao Nanzhu was blocked by several older children. At the back door of the school and when it was a bit miserable to miss a lesson, something that had been remembered in Xiao Nanzhu's mind for many years just happened.
For a long time after that, Xiao Nanzhu remembered everything that happened that evening. In a bad mood, he was trampled on his head by a pair of stinky rubber shoes that had not been brushed for several days, and his face was covered in dirty ashes. He gritted his teeth and didn't want to beg for mercy, but the other two children kept pressing his arms and legs, they kept calling him a motherless bastard in his ear, the sound almost pierced his ears It hurts, and at this moment, a strange woman suddenly appeared.
"What are you bastards doing! Believe it or not, I'll call your parents over here! Ah! Don't run! You dare to run!! If you hit my son, you want to run!! Say! Which one? Middle school! Oh, Zhang Da, I know your mother, the little Liu who sells vegetables in the vegetable market, right? You wait for me, and I will tell your mother when I go shopping tomorrow... and you , are you Peng Jiajia, what were you doing just now, you beat someone when you were so tall, right..."
The woman who shouted loudly and scolded people like a machine gun helped him drive away the older children, and then gently picked him up from the ground. Xiao Nanzhu, who was beaten until her eyes were bruised, blinked and looked at it. Seeing this completely unfamiliar woman, the woman patted the ashes on his body and babbled, seeing that Xiao Nanzhu was still not speaking, she sighed, and then pinched To his face helplessly opened the mouth and said,
"What are you looking at, don't listen to the adults, you deserve it. Go, come home with me."
Xiao Nanzhu didn't know her at all.
But the voice was unfamiliar and gentle, which warmed half of his heart. He was sent home by this woman holding hands in a daze, and he didn't dare to say a word for a long time. He actually wondered in his heart whether this was the kind of bad guy who kidnapped children, but considering that he was so old, he probably wouldn't be able to buy a few dollars, so he didn't worry too much, and the woman didn't seem to care about Xiao Nanzhu either. With a defensive attitude, she is just like every ordinary woman who is a mother, she keeps teaching him with a distressed and angry tone, and Xiao Nanzhu, who has never heard these words since she was born, doesn't even know herself. How did you follow her all the way.
When he was approaching his door that day, Xiao Nanzhu saw his grandmother hurriedly running out to meet them, and when his grandma saw the woman holding his hand, she was immediately relieved.
"Hey, today's matter... I'm sorry to trouble you."
"It's alright, then I'll go first."
The woman and his grandma walked into the house after a few simple words and disappeared. That day, Xiao Nanzhu was taught a lesson by his grandma again, but he didn't talk back. He also tentatively asked his grandmother who the woman was, but no one could embarrass her about what Mrs. Xiao was unwilling to say. Fortunately, Xiao Nanzhu was not a very curious person. Even if he didn't know, he was too lazy to explore carefully, but when he opened his schoolbag to do his homework that night, he suddenly saw the family that the Chinese teacher had arranged for them in class. Operation.
"Classmates, today is Mother's Day, please go back and write a small essay on the subject of my mother. You can write about what happened in your daily life, or you can talk about what you have done for your mother, and hand it in tomorrow morning. ,is it okay?"