"The calendar is related to the time of the people, it is the phenological migration of birds and beasts, and it is based on the farming and earthwork of the people of Limin. I don't know the phenology, I don't know the season, and I can't make all living beings. Therefore, in the past, the gods wrote "Tianchou" personally, so that People know when the insects are stinged, and when the rain arrives, the insects can burn the wasteland, and when the rain arrives, the seedlings can be sown. What I hoped at the beginning should be that everyone in the world knows the calendar, and everyone can look forward to a prosperous year." Bei Ge Zijin asked in a low voice, "This is also the only thing we sinners can do now, right?"

Lu Jing didn't speak.

"The winter solstice is here." Zijin said softly, looking out of the courtyard.

Cold and snowy.

In the distance, Cheng Zhusi's bell rang.

…………………… The bells spread in the wind and snow.

The shed of the small porridge shop has been turned into powder, and snowflakes as big as buckets are falling vertically.

The broken table and the poured wine lie in the middle, a mess. The monarch is still coughing, and Mu Di's hand is dripping blood... There are too many things, too many words, only love and hate can be cast together, cast into a double-edged sword, cut flesh and bone, Let the blood flow.

The more you don't fit, the better.

"No matter how the Thirty-Six Islands hate the Twelve Continents, they have guarded the Twelve Continents for more than ten thousand years." Mu Di said coldly, ignoring the wounds, "What I owe you, our demon clan paid it back, now it's your turn to pay it back. I owe it to our monster clan. After paying it off, I will not owe it to the two from now on, and it will be irrelevant."

Divine Sovereign wiped away the blood and lowered his hand.

He says:

"it is good."

The city Zhusi bell rang twelve.

The wanderer entered from the city gate, and returned home like an arrow to reunite. The wheels of the carriage ran over the streets and alleys, raising the rustling white snow. The young man in black with a hundred crowns crossed the mess and passed the young man in black cloak and red.

One goes forward, one stays behind.

No one looked back.

In Meicheng, good friends reunited on the streets and alleys, laughing and hugging each other, the wife and husband held hands at the door, and walked in both laughing and crying, the old man on crutches, half-truths complaining, the children Laughing and making noises... Happy reunions are being staged everywhere, but in the old alley, a line of solitary footprints outside the breakfast porridge shop gradually drifted away on the snow, which was soon covered by snow.

The wooden door creaked open.

Old woman Hu grabbed her little granddaughter with one hand and pushed open the wooden door with the other.

She is old, deaf and mute, and has relied on her granddaughter for her ears and mouth in recent years. The granddaughter is too young to understand many things. One old and one young stood on the stone steps, looking at the young man who was left alone, and the little granddaughter looked up at her grandmother, wanting to say something, but couldn't say it.

Divine Sovereign leaned over and placed a gold ingot on the wooden chair that was still in good condition.

"Feel sorry".

He said in a low voice, then got up and walked into the wind and snow.

"Umbrella! Your umbrella! Your umbrella is down!"

The little girl loosened the corner of her grandmother's clothes, ran down the stone steps, picked up the oil-paper umbrella leaning against the stone steps, and shouted loudly.

The goddess did not look back. He didn't hold an umbrella, and he didn't pull up the cap of his black cloak, and snowflakes soon covered his hair. In the distance, the red plums of Tianchi Mountain were blurred by the heavy snow. Today, the fog on the top of the mountain was much heavier than usual.

The gods have also gone away.

His back was so thin that it seemed like he was about to fall down at any moment, but he was still walking forward.

Snow-white old mountains, old friends make new enemies.

…………………………

As soon as the winter solstice bell of Chengzhusi stopped, every household in the city was busy. In Meicheng, basically, every household has an old plum tree in the yard. Today is the winter solstice, and it is also the most important time of the year for people in Meicheng to "please dragon scissors".

The so-called "Dragon Scissors" is actually a pair of silver scissors with the ends of flying dragons intertwined into handles.

According to legend, a long time ago, a silver dragon passed by with a plum blossom in its mouth.

The silver dragon saw a lake on the top of the mountain, blue as a mirror of the sky, and stopped to rest in the lake. Feilong liked it here, so he let go of the plum blossoms. The plum branches that fell from the dragon's mouth turned into the red plum forest on the top of Tianchi Lake, which was the plum mother worshipped by the whole city, and the scattered petals turned into various plum trees at the foot of the mountain, which were enshrined by each household separately. God plum.

Later, people would take care of the plum god and cast the scissors used to prune the old branches of the plum god into the shape of a flying dragon to commemorate the flying dragon that came with the plum at the beginning.

"Stand stand! Don't run around!"

The woman came out with warm water and scolded the naughty child.

"Come and wash your hands!"

No matter how much she doted on her children, the mother was so strict that she couldn't contain sand in her eyes. The children said "oh" and came over honestly. Under the supervision of the mother, they washed their hands meticulously. Not only the children, but everyone came over and washed their hands.

After cleaning his hands, the eldest old man took the lead, lit incense, and respectfully offered three incense sticks to the god plum in the courtyard.

"Mei Shen has been protecting my Liu family for two hundred and sixty-two years since the year of Jingjia..."

With the help of his son, the oldest grandfather told his children and grandchildren the history of Meishen's sheltering family line by line. Close to the god plum, don't let the iron stone lean on the god plum. Usually you should pay more attention. If you see insects, you will catch them, and if you see woodpeckers, you will immediately drive them away.

Finally, the old man cleared his throat and said loudly:

"Dragon Scissors please!"

Immediately, among the children, the most careful and familiar master scissors, ordered by the grandfather and father, came out. After cleaning his hands three times, he opened the tray on the court case and asked for the silver dragon scissors that have been passed down from generation to generation. With scissors in both hands, with the help of the escalators, the brothers climbed the plum tree and carefully repaired the old branches of Shenmei.