"So if you ever come across things that aren't human in the future, you have to..."
"kill."
As soon as this somewhat gloomy word came out of Twenty-five's mouth, Xiao Nanzhu's action was a meal. He seemed to be able to smell the strong smell of blood from his nose and the twisted roar from his ears, so at that time He shook his head. Twenty-five saw that he was only staring at his hands and didn't speak, thinking that Xiao Nanzhu didn't want blood on his hands, so he glanced to the side, suppressed his voice, lowered his head, and said solemnly,
"A disaster is a dead thing, and it is only because it is stained with people's body that it has flesh and blood. These days, the end of the year is approaching, and when the evil forces gather, you may have to deal with a few of them yourself. I've dealt with them on my own, but there will never be another time for this kind of thing. Your grandma used to write down everything. You can go and find out if she has any advice for you... As for Li Mao, who owes migrant workers' wages, and Zhao Tiansheng who gave all his money to his lover, don't help them in the future. The evil spirit all over his body makes him look bad, and if he does bad things for a long time, he will get rid of them. Everything is not going well. Those evil spirits will only find people who do bad things. They only feel that they are unlucky now, but why don't they think about what they have done before, so they are not allowed to help them in the future. , or your grandma will be pissed when she finds out... "
Teaching Xiao Nanzhu a serious lesson, Twenty-five frowned, and said that he didn't even peel the peanuts in his hands, and he almost sighed with a worried look. Knowing that he said so much, Xiao Nanzhu's eyes suddenly softened, and he was really helpless for this shy and stubborn personality. However, he already has his own set of principles for doing things. Although it may not be as black and white as Twenty-Five requires, he will never go wrong. However, at this time, he also understands that it is better to appease Twenty-Five, who has a strange and serious personality. Despite his tone... how it sounds like when his dead grandma told him not to go to the game hall to skip classes.
"Okay, I'll try my best."
Xiao Nanzhu's compromising words made Twenty-Five, who had been worried about him for a long time, relieved. He turned to look at the old wall clock on the wall, and before he knew it, it was almost zero. Because I had to rush back to the calendar, otherwise I would miss the time, so I hurried away on Twenty-Five without finishing my food. Before leaving, he politely said to Xiao Nanzhu that he would see you next year, and Xiao Nanzhu, who heard the words, also nodded and watched him turn into a bright light on the calendar of this day on the 25th.
After he left, Xiao Nanzhu sat silent for a moment in the living room, which had returned to a dead silence, and suddenly laughed inexplicably.
"Alas, another day so old..."
Leaning on the back of the sofa and muttering to himself, Xiao Nanzhu, who was smoking a cigarette, picked up the phone and looked at it. Cao Chong, Zhao Tiansheng and Li Mao had both sent him text messages. The content was just something closely related to their own interests, so there was no need to guess at all. Xiao Nanzhu casually glanced at it and wrote it down, then put the phone aside, in a good mood. After he stretched his waist and stood up, he suddenly remembered the question about the work records left by his grandmother that he had just mentioned on Twenty-Five, and when he stepped on cotton slippers and walked around the small house. After that, it didn't take much time for him to find a yellow booklet that was all gray on the toilet handwashing shelf.
His grandmother's habit of throwing things around has not changed for so many years. Xiao Nanzhu is very clear, so it is not difficult to find it. After taking a bath, he lay on the bed and casually opened the This booklet was a little musty, and the grandma who saw it at first glance sighed that Mr. Liu, who brushed the Tai Chi sword in the park, was very immortal. Let's talk and laugh with Aunt Zhang who is dancing square dance.
"… "
At that moment, he couldn't help laughing. Xiao Nanzhu really didn't know how to evaluate his old lady's temperament. Looking back, you can see some things that happened on various dates scattered, and it is clear that they are arranged one by one according to the year and date. Because this record was first started fifty or sixty years ago, many places are unclear, but when Xiao Nanzhu turned it over to the place where his grandmother Xiao Ruhua first started writing the diary, he However, he found that the day he saw happened to be the New Year's Eve of that year, and his grandmother only left such a sentence.
[This is the worst New Year's Eve I've ever had, not because my dad didn't come home for the New Year, not because Zhang Qiang, who lives in the alley and opened a canteen, brought his girlfriend home, but because New Year's Eve is really a... ]
The handwriting on the back is not very clear, but Xiao Nanzhu always felt that his grandmother must be in a bad mood when writing this sentence. He inexplicably remembered the way that Twenty-Four had avoided this New Year's Eve before, and his curiosity about New Year's Eve became stronger and stronger, but there were still a few days until New Year's Eve. While thinking about his grandmother's evaluation of the upcoming calendar tomorrow, he saw a page full of his grandmother's comments on the sources of Qixi Festival and Valentine's Day.
It turns out that Western Valentine's Day was introduced to China because of cultural fusion in the past two decades. In the beginning, it has always been a thoroughly Western festival. According to legend, in ancient Rome, because of tyranny and tyranny, many men and women in love were forced to be separated. A brave soldier died on this day in order to be with his lover, so this day became Western Valentine's Day.
To some extent, this story is somewhat similar to the story of the Queen Mother breaking up the Cowherd and Weaver Girl, but Qixi Festival is the day when ancient women begged for ingenuity. On this day, women would make Qiaoguo and Qiaobing to share food. The crispy and sweet fried pasta is not expensive. It can be made with a simple dough sprinkled with sesame seeds and fried. Although it is not as delicate as the rose chocolate jewelry, it is also a festive occasion. It is a pity that in recent years , People gradually forget the real meaning behind this traditional festival. Except for some elderly people, there are few people who are fiddling with food such as Qiaoguo, and some businesses have abruptly called the Qixi Festival in order to make some promotional gimmicks. Not to mention Chinese Valentine's Day, it has brought about a very serious conflict between Valentine's Day and the Qixi Festival.
His grandmother didn't explain exactly what happened at that time, but she knew it was not a good thing from the description. She casually flipped through the notes in her hand, and Xiao Nanzhu, who became more and more fascinated, was still thinking about those who were in his grandmother before going to bed. What kind of existence are the festivals that are very different from ordinary people in the records.
This night, he had a weird and bloody dream. In the dream, he was cooking a pot of Longxu noodles. The noodles were soft and slender, and the soup base was delicious and fragrant. It was very tempting to look at. But I don't know what happened, a group of evil spirits suddenly appeared from the sky, accompanied by sharp and twisted shouts and the pain of being bitten by the flesh, Xiao Nanzhu could only use his hands to protect himself. Time and time again, the bodies of the screaming evil spirits were torn apart, and the bright red splashes sprayed on his cheeks, and the human-like distorted face made his breathing heavy. The blood in front of him also made his eyes a little blurry. He knelt on the ground tiredly, and his knees could feel the dirt and filth on the ground. This feeling of being wrapped in flesh and blood was almost indescribable. He killed so many creatures that looked like living people with his own hands, so his heart was cold. This strong sense of guilt made Xiao Nanzhu couldn't help but close his eyes, and then, Xiao Nanzhu suddenly felt A cold hand grabbed his chin and lifted it up, gently rubbing his dry lips with some erotic movements.
"very good."
His voice was as cold and bone-piercing as that hand, and there was no emotional ups and downs even when he praised him. Xiao Nanzhu couldn't see this person's face clearly, but he was inexplicably frightened. This unfamiliar emotion made Xiao Nanzhu irritable. He wanted to stand up, but he couldn't resist the will of the man in front of him no matter what, and when he tried to open his eyes to see the bastard's face, he could only see the one who was so red that it burned his eyes. Gold-red clothes and the one beside him—
Wang
…
When he woke up the next day, Xiao Nanzhu had almost forgotten what happened last night, and his memory was still stuck on the fact that he started to cook Longxu noodles, so he decisively gave up the idea of drinking porridge in the morning and prepared I went to the kitchen to get myself a bowl of noodles, but I don't know if it was because of his bad luck today. Before he could cook the bowl of noodles, an uninvited guest came on time, and when the man was all over his head When Li Shen, who had a pungent rose scent, saw Xiao Nanzhu, he glanced at him subtly, and then teased with a familiar smile,
"Yo, morning, I'm still a single dog, so how are you going to spend today? Hahahaha? Are you happy Valentine's Day? A single dog hahahahahahaha o(*≧▽≦)ツ"
Xiao Nanzhu: "(o#゜曲゜)o"