As soon as Xiao Nanzhu left the house, the Qingming Festival threw away the rag in his hand immediately. Because of his serious cleanliness, he looked at Xiao Nanzhu with a gloomy face and felt unhappy about the housework that Xiao Nanzhu left him.
But thinking of the way the man looked down on him before he left, Qingming gritted his teeth and picked up the mop that had fallen in the bathroom. Just when he was dissatisfied, he started mopping the floor in the living room. At that time, Qingming, who had never done such work, first stained the hem of his clothes with a wet and dirty mop, and accidentally knocked over the water in the bucket when he went to wash the mop.
"This... this is really outrageous!!"
He couldn't bear to swear like this, Qingming Festival looks a little embarrassed at the moment, but it is a little different from the way he usually pays great attention to appearance. After all, since he was born, he has always been a god with a special status. Although he was not valued by people at the beginning, he has now become a unique Qingmingjun with his accumulated efforts.
Because only other people have always accommodated him, and he has never wronged himself, so Xiao Nanzhu's attitude towards him naturally made Qingming feel uncomfortable. However, to investigate the root cause, the reason why Xiao Nanzhu has always hated Xiao Nanzhu during the Qingming Festival is actually Not only because Xiao Nanzhu did not respect him as much as the previous teachers, but because whenever this stern-faced teacher started to teach him a lesson in an impatient tone, it sounded like a ghost lingering. The tone of speaking to him during the cold meal festival.
The so-called Cold Food Festival is actually the Cold Food Festival on the day after the Qingming Festival. Eating cold food is a unilateral mockery of Cold Food on the Qingming Festival. However, Cold Food has never responded to this. Since the Spring and Autumn Period, the two of them have been two festivals that have been relying on each other.
Speaking of the origin of the Cold Food Festival, it actually comes from the worship of fire by humans in ancient times. In primitive society, human life is inseparable from fire, which is also reflected in various myths and legends. In traditional Chinese stories, there is the existence of Zhurong, the god of fire, and in Greek legends, there are also stories of Prometheus stealing fire. In need of him, on the one hand, they are afraid of him. Out of this mentality, the ancients believed that fire was a god, and they wanted to worship fire. The fires worshiped by each family are extinguished once a year. Then rekindle a new fire, which is called re-fire. When the fire is changed, various tribes will hold grand sacrificial activities, and burn the symbol of grain deity millet, which is called human sacrifice. It became a common practice, and the later Fire Ban Festival was formed.
However, the Fire Prohibition Festival lasted for a very short period of time, because it was soon transformed into the Cold Food Festival in the course of history, and in all historical legends, the earliest allusions to the Cold Food Festival were used to commemorate the Spring and Autumn Period Jin Dynasty. It was pushed by Jie Zitu, a famous minister of the country.
Legend has it that when Duke Wen of Jin was in exile, Jie Zitui cut meat to feed him. After Duke Wen of Jin returned to the country as king, he forgot about Jie Zitui when he divided the ministers. Jie Zitui was reluctant to boast and compete for favor, so he and his mother lived in seclusion in Mianshan. Later, Duke Wen of Jin personally went to Mianshan to invite Jie Zitui, but Jie Zitui did not want to be an official and hid in the mountains. Jin Wengong set fire to the mountain, his original intention was to force Jie Zitui to reveal, but Jie Zitui was burned to death under a big tree with his mother in his arms. When Duke Wen of Jin saw this, he naturally felt remorse in his heart, so in order to commemorate this loyal minister and righteous man, the common people did not make a fire to cook and eat cold food on the day of Jie Zitui's death, which was called the Cold Food Festival.
The death of Jie Zitui and his mother gave birth to the Hanshi Festival. Since his birth, this divine monarch has carried the noble spirit bestowed by the royal family, which is naturally different from the ordinary festivals at that time, because there is no trace of fireworks on his body that belongs to the human world. From the appearance, it is also cold and frosty, and strangers should not be approached. It is obvious that ordinary people have normal black hair, but this goddess is born with white hair, which makes people dread. It seems that this is for this A cold-hearted goddess added a bit of mystery and awe, and just as the customs and habits of cold food were gradually born, this goddess suddenly discovered that a festival was born the day after him.
With a tender face, clean white clothes, and a shy child with a blue cloth on his head, he has a nice name, called Qingming. When Han Shi saw this young man for the first time, he found it interesting, and there were a few traces of fireworks in his eyes that were always unwavering, and this little **** who was helpless and who might disappear at random one day was the moment he saw Han Shi. He also suddenly understood what is called a true god.
Thinking about it now, it was probably the happiest hundreds of years they had been together. Because Qingming at that time was just a vassal sacrificial day born out of Cold Food, let alone what it was called a traditional festival, sometimes people didn't realize that there was a Qingming beyond Cold Food. After all, the Cold Food Festival lasted for more than 2,000 years. It was once known as the largest festival among the people. As the only festival named after the food customs among the traditional Han festivals, it is especially special. Qingming Festival is only because it is more distant from the Cold Food Festival. Recently, people have combined Hanshi and Qingming, and this has become a thorn in Qingming's heart for so many years. No matter how long the time has passed, he cannot easily let go.
From ten years to a hundred years to a thousand years, he foolishly followed Han Shi and suffered from being humiliated and ignored. The splendid Han Shi Jun always has a high-level attitude, and he naturally disdains to take a look at him on Qingming Festival. Obviously he has tried hard enough to catch up with him, but Han Shi's attitude towards him has always been lukewarm. Once upon a time, he dreamed of giving Han Shi better than the past, but after so many years, he not only It has become a traditional festival in the true sense, and Cold Food has also become an old calendar festival that no longer pays attention to, but when this man with gray hair, white clothes, and Fenghua is absent, he leans over and stares at him indifferently. At that time, Qingming Festival still produced a feeling that Cold Food actually didn't care about all this at all.
He didn't care if Qingming had replaced him or not, nor did he care what his current status was. Lord Hanshi was always this arrogant. Even though Qingming Festival was better than him in everything, he still felt that he couldn't get out of his heart. He even forgot what his original intention was. All he could think about was how to make this arrogant and arrogant monarch show weakness and frustration at him. Unfortunately, until now, Lord Han Shi still regards him as an incompetent. Existence is normal, no matter how many naive means he uses to toss him on Qingming Festival, he just doesn't move.
Thinking like this, the Qingming Festival, when I had the strength to quarrel and smash things with Xiao Nanzhu just now, suddenly felt a kind of grievance for no reason. Snooping on him furtively. Seeing this, Xiao Nanzhu was left at home to protect Tai Sui's perfect Qingming Festival. He raised his mop to kill all these evil spirits of unknown origin, and threw the mop head into the bucket on the ground. Afterwards, he wiped his eyes with his sleeve, and then sat down on the sofa.
When he came to work today, he was really in a bad mood. Although he usually has this stinky temper, he will never get angry with Xiao Nanzhu for no reason. But I probably saw Huihanshi Festival the night before, and it was not very pleasant again, so when I came to work, I was a little bit angry about Qingming Festival, and then I thought about having a cold meal with that person last night. During the festival, he wiped his red nose vigorously on Qingming Festival, and couldn't help but gnash his teeth and curse.
The health of the Hanshi Festival has not been as good as it used to be in the past few years. Although the festivals such as the Huachao Festival and his age are not much better, but as the Qingming Festival, which has witnessed his prosperity and decline, no one can be better than him. To know how bad the cold food festival is. Once upon a time, he was thinking that he could surpass the Cold Food Festival, but when this day came, something was wrong in his heart for Qingming Festival. Because the kind of transcendence he wanted did not refer to the gradual decline of Hanshi until death, but just thinking about the way he was about to die at any moment when he went to see the man last night, the pale Qingming Festival panicked in his heart. .
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"If you're not in good health, don't go to work the day after tomorrow. What do you think you can do, it's not a drag..."
Hearing Han Shi's violent coughing sound, Qingming Festival frowned at the white-haired and black-clothed man in front of him. Wen Yan Han Shi ignored him, just took a sip of the cold tea in front of him without speaking. Seeing this, Qingming frowned in displeasure, as if to remind him to drink something hot. But after all, they had lived on a calendar sheet for a hundred years, so he also understood that Hanshi had the habit of eating cold food. However, what he said was originally a good intention, but when the words came to his mouth, he turned into this yin and yang strange look, which made Qingming Festival a little secretly annoyed, but he didn't know how to restore it. He stared at him for a while with a concerned look, and suddenly he held Qingming's palm with a bony hand.
"Qingming, if I die one day, will you be sad?"
There was a faint light in the dark eyes, and Han Shi's voice was very low, but he said every word very clearly. Hearing the Qingming Festival, I didn't understand why he would say such a thing, after all, although he He has been in contact with Han Shi for a while, but it's not a harmonious relationship. Crying and other things are only done by close relatives. He doesn't need to do this at all. Seeing his ignorant reaction, Han Shi, whose heart was half cold for a while, also sighed in despair. He sighed, turning to stagger his eyes and muttering in a low voice,
"New Year's Eve is right, you really have been for hundreds of years... you haven't made any progress."