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The reason why the cold clothes festival is called the cold clothes festival is that there is an important custom that day-to send cold clothes. At this time, there was a good harvest in the sun, and people inevitably remembered the deceased ancestors after eating and wearing warmth. Since then, the weather has gradually turned cold, and the underworld is even colder. How can there be no warmth to keep warm, so it is symbolized by multicolored paper Satin satin, cut into coats, made into colorful winter clothes and burned to sacrifice ancestors, this is not only the filial piety of future generations, but also the fear of ghosts and gods.

On the afternoon of the same day, after the ghost gate opened, those with new graves went to the new grave to worship, and at night, the lone soul wild ghosts that no one commemorated would wander around in search of food to drive the cold and warm. If you don't send some cold clothes with these drifting ghosts and monarchs at the intersection outside their homes, they will be homeless and homeless, they will wear homes and enter the house, invade the living, and disturb the ancestors.

These are naturally the legends of ghosts and gods that people believe in, but Yu Jinnian's words can only be regarded as superstitions. The reason why he is passionate about going out to send winter clothes is more out of a curious curiosity. Everyone goes to send cold clothes, but if they do n’t have a bowl of noodles to send them, does n’t it seem very unique? In fact, the essence is that the old man said that "newborn calves are not afraid of tigers" and are not afraid of death.

Ji Hong lifted him off his back and turned to hug him in front of him. When he saw the young boy's eager look, he didn't stand on his face. He immediately worriedly said: "Today's ghost things are popular, be more disciplined, be careful Ran into the soul. "

"Um." Yu Jinnian listened to Ji Hong's words and stood immediately. He hung his hands on his side honestly and watched Ji Hong slowly and sloppyly dressing. Although his behavior was elegant and dignified and pleasing to the eye, he looked at the person wearing I do n’t feel bored when I take off my clothes for one night, but ... it ’s really hard!

His previous life has been over-urbanized, and it is difficult to see this kind of simple and mysterious custom festival, so he is very interested in it. I am afraid that I will miss something when I go out at 1:30 pm. Irritable, for a while, he couldn't help but tip his toes and urged: "Are you all right?"

Ji Hong came out and raised his hand to cover a young man with a cloak. Then he said: "I have never seen you so anxious."

Yu Jinnian saw that he wore a plain green robe with outstanding style, and he couldn't help smiling, "Go and go."

Ji Hong reluctantly went out with him.

The two stepped out of the noodle shop one after the other, and they saw that many households on the street had come out to give cold clothes, and most of them were vigorous men. Only a few old women with no boys and no children in their homes looked Carrying the basket alone and sadly came out to burn the sacrifice. Ji Hong turned his head to look at the young boy with bright eyes on his side. He thought that he would be so happy when he came out, and he was afraid that he would not be able to count the second one in Xin'an County.

Yu Jinnian didn't know that Ji Hong was looking at him, because he was looking around at others, and now the night was getting deep. Although it was said that many people came out to burn winter clothes, in fact, the whole long and straight street, It was still only a few people, and they all hurried home after the burnt offering, and did not want to stay longer.

They didn't go very far, they picked a street close to a bowl of noodle restaurants and stopped. There was already an old woman with a low back who was offering a winter coat, and she was posing beside her In terms of figure, it was a huge bamboo basket. When Yu Jinnian walked by, he looked up and smiled at them kindly.

The old woman looked sixty or seventy years old, with curly white hair and squatting on the ground, she was extremely petite. She grabbed a handful of dirt, drew a circle on the ground, then lit a scent, and began to pull things out of the bamboo basket— —First, a water hyacinth, and another bowl of steaming red bean rice. She poured the clear water from the gourd into an empty bowl.

The customs of this red bean meal are different. Some say that the son of Gong Gong turned into an epidemic ghost after death, and some say that the three sons of Zhuan Xu became the malaria of river water, the sprite of bitter water, and the one who could not get along with children. Little ghost, but no matter in which statement, these terrific ghosts are afraid of one thing-Chidou.

Therefore, people steamed red beans and glutinous rice to serve as rice. This red bean rice, which symbolizes the prevention of epidemic ghosts and the prevention of disasters and diseases, has a bright red color, soft glutinous fragrance, and has the function of strengthening the spleen and nourishing blood. It can also be used to strengthen the body, but at this moment, the red bean rice is not more about how delicious it is, but auspicious.

Yu Jinnian was very particular about seeing the old lady, so she didn't dare to disturb her, so she walked to the other end of the street and squatted down to take out the colorful clothes she bought at the funeral paper shop. Because no one is in the new funeral in a bowl of noodle restaurants, the burning suit is only for the sake of avoiding evil in the coming year, and it is intended to bribe past ghosts and ghosts and lone souls to prevent them from disturbing the family.

I do n’t know if it ’s because of the ghost festival. The streets tonight are extremely quiet and quiet. Although Ji Hong ’s fear of blackness has been alleviated a lot, he still has a lingering fear for this atmosphere, so he bowed his head slightly and left the teenager. Get closer.

Although he did n’t believe in ghosts and gods, Yu Jinnian was respectful when he burned his winter clothes. He did n’t dare to laugh at the frivolous behavior. He squatted down here and burned seriously. Here comes a bowl of noodle restaurants, you can pass by and want to eat noodles, but don't scare the girls in our shop! "

Ji Hong was originally useless when he was in the government, and because of the second brother's affair sixteen years ago, unless there is an unforgivable banquet festival that must be attended, or the emperor summoned, otherwise these small feasts in his own festival There is no chance to participate. Later, when he was eight or nine years old, he knew that there was such a thing as burning cold clothes. He also secretly ordered Kang and the people in the courtyard to buy colorful clothes and sacrificed on the brazier to burn.

Because of the scarcity of money in the courtyard, the descendants could only buy winter clothes made of ordinary multicolored paper for Jifu. When the mother-in-law saw it, she kicked his brazier with anger, Daoji Yan He once needed him to burn these shabby offerings under false pretentiousness? At that time he felt wronged in his heart and seemed to have been stubborn for a few days. Now it is funny to think about it, and nobody cares anyway.

When he knew exactly how to burn the winter clothes, and had sufficient financial resources, he could even burn Zhenluo Luo without a shame, he was already big enough, and he no longer insisted on deliberately annoying his mother. Therefore, today I accompanied the teenager to come out and burn the winter clothes, but I had some feeling of going back to my youth, so I took some colorful paper clothes from the basket to burn.

Seeing Yu Jinnian leaning his head to look at him, Ji Hongshun hooked the young man ’s hair swayed by the evening wind behind his ears, and said in harmony: "It is rare to burn the winter clothes for the sacrifice, and also give the second brother some more, but he did so. It should have been reincarnation since I thought about it. "He looked at Yu Jinnian's white and tender face, and suddenly his mouth slightly hooked, as if he had thought of something good:" If the second brother reincarnates, it might be as big as you. "

Why is it so strange to hear this? It ’s like Ji Hong, who is touching his head, is a loving old father. Yu Jinnian did n’t twist for a while, and silently burned a few colorful clothes for his second brother, saying, “Maybe the second brother is outstanding. He was left under the rule of Hades to be a ghost officer. After his second brother was promoted to become a ghost, he would come to see you when he passed the world every year when he went to work.

Ji Hong was amused by this statement, shaking his hand, almost licking his hand with the burning flame.

Yu Jinnian kept busy asking him to throw the paper clothes on the ground, holding his hand and blowing hard, but he did not know that Ji Hong shook his hand because of the funny, and thought he was lost because of the mention of Ji Er's brother. It is inevitable to regret the next one, which one does not open and which one to mention.

But Ji Hong said with a smile: "If it is as you said, I should prepare a pot of Mochun every year and introduce you to him."

The multicolored paper on the ground burned out, and Yu Jinnian burned a few more sheets, mumbling: "I have something beautiful."

Ji Hong also casually burned the paper clothes and said, "The second brother often said that our brothers and sisters are not like the Ji family. The ancestors of the Ji family are all born with majesty and bravery. The emperor of the emperor, down to the street, no one dare to scold. Only in our generation, the anti-textual crepe is like a scholar, and it is so boring and boring. If the second brother sees you like this, it is unreasonable, it must be the main way. ' 'The sky doesn't die', and then happily pulls you to drink, teasing you so that you can't distinguish between the north and the south. "

From the fact that the second brother did the wine pouring in the pastry bowl of the four-year-old Xiao Jihong, it seems that this is indeed the case, only ... what makes him lively and unreliable?

"It's just," Ji Hong pursed his thin lips, seemingly smiling, "again, with your temperament, but he may not be able to be bluffed by him, who will be stunned at that time is still not good."

Although Yu Jinnian had not seen the second brother, what he heard from Ji Hong's mouth was only a trivial stump, but he became more curious about the second brother. Think about it carefully, when his second brother died, Ji Hong was still so young, about the same as when Yu Jinnian lost his parents in this original body, but the original body's impression of his parents was dim. Brother remembered that clearly, he never wanted to mention other people in the family, as if all the happiness in his life came only from the few years he was accompanied by his second brother.

With only such thoughts, Yu Jinnian couldn't help but sympathize with Ji Honglai, but the more interested he was in Ji Hong's past, the more he wanted to mention the pot of water that couldn't be boiled, and the small bubbles rising in the pot attracted Yu Jinnian , So that he couldn't help but stretch his claws to get burnt. He was wondering which hand to burn first, but he didn't mind that the colored clothes burning in his hand were really about to burn his hands.

"Return to God." Ji Hong flicked the back of his hand, shaking off the flames, just like the roundworms in his belly, and taught him eloquently, "I want to know what will be told to you in the future, now. Be careful of the fire in your hand first. "

"Oh!" Yu Jinnian was photographed by him again. He looked down and saw only half a piece of paper in his hand, saying that if the colorful clothes were burnt, they must be burned out, otherwise the ghost brothers only received half of the clothes, but It was only when he came to question and chaos, he lit up the remaining half of his winter clothes, and suddenly a crisp sound of jingle bells and jingle bells came from the depths of the long street.

In the past, the red lanterns that were picked up along the street were all withdrawn because of the cold clothing festival. The street was dark and black, extending to the end like an empty mouth, engulfing all the living creatures in the distance, and burning on the two sides Two clusters of yellow flames jumped thinly, and what was held in the hands was like a ghost ghost fire hanging in the air.

In such a silence, only the ringing sound accompanied by the steady footsteps, approached here in one or two steps. In this rich black ink, it seemed that it was the hands of the ghosts and ghosts who led the way when the ghosts borrowed the way. Shaking Yin Yin, swirling in the wind.

Hearing this weird ringing sound, there was that timid already rolled away, even the unburnt colorful clothes on the ground were no longer needed, and even the legs were soft, kneeling on the ground with a puff, covering his face and hiding it in the corner, I do n’t dare to look at the sound everywhere, just ask that the thing that makes such a movement, whether it is a man or a ghost, do n’t pay attention to him.

Only Yu Jinnian, whose heart was as wide as a basin, was a little panicked in his heart, but after all, he was a good man who believed in atheism. After fixing his mind, he narrowed his eyes and stared at the darkness, looking forward to coming out Something coming.

Just listening to this movement getting closer and closer ...

"..."

The air calmed down suddenly, and the bell stopped for no reason, and it didn't move for a while. Just when people thought it was just a false alarm, and they were about to leave, the street was inexplicably condensed with a thin layer of white fog. The night was thickened by this fog, and it became more mysterious tonight.

"jingle--!"

The voice suddenly sounded again, and Yu Jinnian noticed that the old woman at the burning sacrifice had been paralyzed on the ground, struggling for a long time before kneeling on her knees, praying "Amitabha, Amitabha" with her hands together, and shaking tremblingly Grab the ground with your head and pay homage. Looking around again, the other passers-by who came out to burn the winter clothes were too frightened.

Yu Jinnian just withdrew his eyes, and the bell sounded again, one after another, without urgency, but slowly and orderly, with a sense of rhythm. He listened carefully, and heard a kind of "zheng, zheng" between the bells The sound of the pestle was calmer and slower than the crisp bell.

He was wondering what kind of monster this was.

jingle! He heard the noise getting closer, and under the cover of the mist, at last, an alley of a white flower was revealed from an alleyway not far away. At first glance, it seemed like a fascinating thing floating in midair. Just focus on it again-whine, but scare yourself.

It turned out to be a white robes.