Xiao Nanzhu intends to revive those traditional festivals that have long since disappeared, but maybe he really can't remember those things in the past. These calendar gods who are mostly ordinary days are not very enthusiastic about it. Among them Some are like the Tiankuang Festival, basically they don't even want to mention the past, while some are like the Shangsi Festival, no matter how Xiao Nanzhu tries to persuade, he is always trembling, inferior and timid.
"Didn't I tell you? It's not a hassle, the key is your own willingness. It's the last festival, the people's festival, and the birthday of the Queen Mother of the West. What about your self-motivation? What about your collective sense of honor? You never thought about it. Can I improve myself? Mr. third grade? Well?"
With an expression of hating iron and steel, he glanced at the red-faced young man in the passenger seat. Xiao Nanzhu really felt a little helpless. Getting angry, and being so viciously yelled by Xiao Nanzhu, the third grader who immediately lowered his head and said nothing, couldn't help twitching his lower lip.
"I've been in the third year of junior high since I was born... I really can't remember anything from the past, so don't make it hard for me, Master Li... I can't even catch an evil spirit, so I'll count my days, Don't push me, okay..."
Tears in his eyes were about to fall. Xiao Nanzhu was embarrassed when he saw this boy's soft roar and cried. To cultivate his self-confidence and at the same time help him recreate the demeanor of Mr. Kamami in the past, and thinking of this, Xiao Nanzhu, who was holding the steering wheel and smoking a cigarette, stopped at an intersection and couldn't help but silently sighed outside the window. breathed.
In his life, he was most afraid of a character like the third year of junior high school. He was weak, pitiful and angry. Although Xiao Nanzhu made his own decision to help him revive this time, let alone a god, even ordinary people hope Can you get better and better? Besides, a good traditional festival is gone, and it is not a good thing for the cultural tradition of the nation, so Xiao Nanzhu is so enthusiastic about helping the third grader get back the past festival atmosphere, but the resurrection of the festival still needs to be said. Xiao Nanzhu can help him think about it after passing his own test first, and thinking like this, Xiao Nanzhu, who was waiting for the traffic light to pass, couldn't help but think of something.
It is mentioned in the first chapter of the Twelve Deities of the Calendar of Jianlijian that all those who are calendar teachers can build daily calendar gods in Jianri. The calendar gods use yellow paper as their soul, and the fireworks in the world as their life, and the people pay their respects and worship them. If it is a festival, it will be a tradition that lasts for a hundred years. If the allusions do not exist, it will become ordinary, and all the past will be offset. If it is to be rebuilt in the future, it needs the support of the beliefs of hundreds of mortals. The awakening of Lishen's broken soul has only taken effect, so in order for Lord Shangsi to fully awaken from his current body, Xiao Nanzhu must find a way to seriously stimulate him.
Among them, the belief of mortals is not in a hurry. Anyway, Xiao Nanzhu now has a lot of fans on Weibo. It is still possible to post a popular science long Weibo to find a sense of existence in this former Human Festival. Although I'm a novice, I don't think it's unfamiliar from the last time I arrested the Eight Difficulties, but the difficulty is that there is no trace of the past of Shangsi-jun in the third year of junior high school, and for this point, I often wander out recently. Han Shi, who was chatting with Xiao Nanzhu, also used his own situation to give Xiao Nanzhu this answer.
"If we lose the identity of traditional festivals, we will end our journey as a god, and it will inevitably have an impact after we start all over again. Cowardly, cowardice is not a way to protect ourselves. If one day after my death, I'm afraid it's not much better than today's Kamimi-kun..."
Thinking like this, Xiao Nanzhu suddenly didn't want to embarrass the boy beside him any more. After all, he was in the third year of junior high, and he was a good calendar spirit in his heart. He has also inquired these days. Although this man on the third day of the third lunar month looked useless, he was a very special person when he worked under his grandma. This special feature is not much to say carefully, but it is also particularly prominent for most Lishen who keep a distance from human beings subconsciously. After all, not any Lishen would be so willing to get close to humans who are full of all kinds of negative emotions. But it is said that the third day of junior high school has a heart to help human beings, and the most famous one is what Xiao Nanzhu heard from the mouths of several calendar gods such as the first day of junior high school.
"One year, there was a fire in a family near your house, Master Li. That day was the third day of the third lunar month, which happened to be the day when the fire broke out. The electric circuit of that family broke down and the whole yard was set on fire. The couple of this family They all work night shifts, so I didn't go home at that time, so I left a daughter asleep at home and didn't know anything. The fire was so big, the fire brigade couldn't drive in, and the neighbors Get up and put out the fire, Master Li and your grandmother also came over to help... But the fire was so big that no one could go in at all. When the girl's parents rushed back, they could only sit there crying and shouting, but at that time, On the third day of junior high school, he rushed into the fire and rescued the girl... Alas, you didn't see the tragic appearance of him being burned by the fire. He was originally Zhang Li's paper form, but he had to go into the fire. Drill, how can the whole body withstand such a fire, and in the last ten years, it has not been good..."
Xiao Nanzhu naturally didn't remember these past events when he was young at that time, but just thinking about the courage of Lishen, who was often timid under those circumstances, he felt really admiration. Although he is still eager to find a way to accompany him for a long time on New Year's Eve from the old ways of resurrection, but in the end, this is his personal business, and he can't force others to cooperate with everything he does. , but Xiao Nanzhu, who should think of a way, still wanted to work hard. It would be best to let this silly Lishen open his mind, so he drove the car and led this useless boy who was called out to work temporarily by him. After walking for half an hour, Xiao Nanzhu can be regarded as arriving at the location of his business today.
Speaking of this business, it was introduced by Peng Dong, who led Lao Director Zhao, because he has basically been familiar with the police officers of the Municipal Public Security Bureau, so now Xiao Nanzhu's WeChat is not only a noble wife who talks about her husband and jewelry all day long There are also a lot of police officers who often exchange their experience in solving cases. This old director Zhao is quite old, but he and Xiao Nanzhu have a good chat, and it is naturally not politicians and celebrities who are introduced by him, but their police officers. people in the system.
Xiao Nanzhu has to make an appointment for this kind of troublesome work to go out. If he comes here, he has to make an appointment. The specific fee depends on his personal mood, but because today this person is the relationship between the old director Zhao, he is too embarrassed to fool around. People, and the most important thing is that this person's occupation and identity are really special.
Luo Ting, an anti-drug police officer who died two weeks ago, was also from Y City before. Because his work is very concealed and confidential, Luo Ting has not been able to take care of his family for so many years. Two months ago, the media of a news website unilaterally released photos of him and his teammates in the anti-drug scene in Y province. , All the facial features of the five police officers, including him, were exposed. Although the public security unit forcibly stopped the further dissemination of the photos within a few hours, Luo Ting was forced to reveal his identity information under this circumstance. Even more so, he sacrificed and ended his short 34-year-old life.
This incident happened very suddenly. Although the public security department has not notified Luo Ting's family for the time being, Y city leaders like Lao Zhao have basically received the news. Originally, the occupation of anti-drug police was very sensitive, because combating all kinds of drug crimes had to face multiple revenge from drug dealers. In addition, drug dealers had their own channels to obtain information, so Luo Ting’s home address and family information may be When exposed to such a situation, the distressed old Director Zhao, as Luo Ting's former boss, would naturally help if he could, but the police couldn't blatantly protect his family. The identity information of Ting's family, and after thinking about it, Director Zhao found a helper like Xiao Nanzhu for his family still in Y City.
"Luo Ting died, but we can't tell his wife and children... Because those people may further retaliate at any time, so we can't afford to gamble. We can't bring his body back until all the people involved in this case are arrested and brought to justice. , in the end we are sorry for his family... the country owes him."
Speaking with a trembling voice, the old director couldn't hold back his red eyes when he said this. Xiao Nanzhu's face was not very good when he heard that, so he nodded and accepted the matter. Luo Ting's wife and children were naturally unaware of the ins and outs of the matter. Director Lao Zhao didn't want to expose the incident, so he used the words of his previous missions to soothe their emotions. Xiao Nanzhu was learning about it. The whole story can be considered to understand the good intentions of the old director Zhao, and thinking like this, he parked the car on the side of the road and glanced out through the window glass.
"Is that the wife and son of the police officer Luo Ting?"
The third year of junior high school whispered a question beside her. Xiao Nanzhu, who heard the words, hummed, but she couldn't help but follow the petite woman. At this moment, the woman was holding the hand of a bouncing little boy along the road. As he walked, his expression was relaxed and flat. Seeing this, Xiao Nanzhu started the car silently, and then followed behind the woman and the child at a leisurely pace.
"This woman and this child hit the bad luck, and there is a bad luck on her body. Lao Zhao's worries are not unnecessary. I'll see if I can keep an eye on it. I heard that eight drug dealers escaped this time. I really came to the door. It's just the two of us..."
Saying this, Xiao Nanzhu said vaguely while biting the cigarette in his mouth. He bit his lip a little unsure when he heard the words, but he still stared at the mother and son in front of him. Walking slowly, he had just learned from Xiao Nanzhu that the police officer had died, and he was also filled with a strange emotion about the mother and son not far away, although he himself did not understand why He did not use his usual cowardly tone to reject this matter with Xiao Nanzhu, but after seeing this, Xiao Nanzhu still glanced at him, and said slowly with the corners of his mouth hooked,
"You are a god, go protect them, stop saying that you are a waste, and go on like this..."
"Sooner or later, you will even believe in yourself."