my God

On New Year's Eve, although Song Yan was making dumplings for the first time, with the guidance of teaching videos on the Internet, he made them well, and none of them broke after cooking.

In previous years, when Daoist Yang spent the New Year on the mountain alone, he just cooked a bowl of noodles, so this was the first time that Shenjun ate dumplings.

The two of them ate the dumplings just out of the pan and listened to the fireworks at the foot of the mountain, and suddenly felt that the mountain was not too cold.

After eating, the two went outside to set off fireworks.Song Yan didn't buy firecrackers, because he was afraid that the god would be too noisy, so he only bought the kind of small fireworks that he held in his hand to play with.

He lit one and stuffed it into Shenjun's hand. Shenjun shook the firework stick with a curious look on his face, and the splashing sparks drew an afterimage. He immediately thought it was very interesting and laughed happily.

Seeing him smile, Song Yan was also very happy, and immediately ordered a few more for him, and asked him to hold them and play together.

The two played with fireworks sticks in the yard like children, and occasionally watched the gorgeous fireworks set off at the foot of the mountain. They felt that this feeling was really good, and it could be called happiness.

After watching the new year till midnight, Song Yan sincerely said to Shenjun, "Shenjun, Happy New Year!"

"Well, Happy New Year!" Shen Jun smiled at him softly, and rarely did not hate him.

"Let's go, it's time to rest!" Song Yan pulled him back.

After entering the house, Shenjun suddenly paused, pulled Song Yan back, and said, "It's Chinese New Year, do the elders want to give the younger generation a red seal?"

"That's a matter for ordinary people and has nothing to do with us." Song Yan explained with a busy smile.

"No, I have to give it!" Shenjun pulled Song Yan into his arms, bowed his head and kissed his lips.

After a while, he let go of him and said in a low voice, "It's only one penny of Yuye."

Song Yan: "..."

He was still wondering where the gods got the red envelope from his wallet, so he used this instead...

Song Yan was ashamed and embarrassed, rubbing the tip of his nose, while pretending to reply naturally: "Thank you..."

Seeing him bowing his head, Shenjun suddenly turned his wrist, handed something to his eyes, and said with a smile: "Just kidding, this is the real New Year's gift!"

Song Yan looked up, and saw Shenjun holding a feather fan in his hand, pure black feathers with a hint of metallic luster, braided together with black hair, and a mulberry branch on the fan handle.The workmanship of this feather fan is very simple, and it can't be called exquisite at all, but Song Yan was still shocked, because he didn't need to guess where the feathers on the fan came from.

"You..." Song Yan looked Shen Jun up and down, "It's too messy! Are you injured?"

Shenjun did not expect that he would think of his physical condition first, and he was relieved after being surprised.He said seriously: "Yang Zhao obviously left you the sword and whisk when he left, but you insisted on letting him take them away with you. As a result, you don't even have a magic weapon in your hand!"

So, he made one for him "from local materials".

Song Yan looked at the fan and was very moved, and asked again: "You first say what will happen if you lose these feathers?"

"It will grow out again." Shenjun replied indifferently.

It just grows a little slower.

Hearing what he said, Song Yan saw that his face did not seem to be lying, so he took the feather fan, shook it, tried it, and said: "It really is a good baby!"

Shenjun raised the corner of his mouth proudly.He was very happy that Song Yan knew the goods.

"But I didn't prepare a gift for you..." Song Yan said to him apologetically, "What do you want? I'll do it for you tomorrow!"

Shenjun rolled his eyes at him and said, "How can a junior give lucky money to an elder?"

Song Yan had no choice but to nod: "Okay then, I will try my best to make you eat better in the future."

It is also thanks to his own savings and the occasional support from his parents, otherwise he would not dare to make such a promise with the god.

***

On the first day of the new year, Song Yan went down the mountain and went home.

Song Lianhai turned down a game and waited at home for his son to come back to have dinner together.

After Song Yan arrived home, after talking to his family members, he pulled his father aside and asked, "Dad, do you feel uncomfortable recently?"

From the moment he entered the door, he found a trace of black air on his father's forehead, and his heart skipped a beat.The presence of black air on the forehead is a sign of bad luck and a sign of disaster. If Song Lianhai goes out in this state, he will lose money at least, or have an accident at worst.

Song Lianhai was taken aback for a moment, then slowly recalled: "When you put it that way, I seem to have been feeling short of breath in the past few days... I thought I would be busy at the end of the year, what's wrong?"

Without further ado, Song Yan bit his fingertips and tapped his father's forehead.

Although Song Lianhai felt sorry for his son biting his finger, he didn't dare to move. He allowed his son to poke his forehead a few times, and then carefully asked, "What's the matter?"

Song Yan frowned involuntarily.His blood talisman did not dissipate the black air, which meant that the black air was not caused by his father's bad luck, but a curse.Since it is a curse, the source must be found.

"You are always ups and downs in the business world, and you have made a fortune in these years. It is inevitable that some people will hate you." Song Yan decided to tell the truth and told his father to be more careful in the future, "You have been cursed by others. If I didn't see it, you can't keep it. What will happen!"

Song Lianhai was taken aback, and asked, "So serious?"

"Tell me first who has been at home recently, or what things you just got back?" Song Yan said while looking around.

"A lot of gift givers came here a few years ago, and they were basically relatives and friends from before, and they walked about normally," Song Lianhai thought while saying, "The ones I bought were just some New Year's goods, and the rest were gone."

"You take out those gifts and let me see."

Song Lianhai called Min Qing over and asked where the gifts she sent were kept.In the early morning, Min saw the two of them whispering aside, and saw some bloodstains on her husband's head, so he asked what happened.

Song Yan told the story a bit, hoping that her mother would also be more careful.

"Is there really a spell or something?" Min Qing's eyes widened in surprise.

"Otherwise, what do you think I went up the mountain to learn?" Song Yan couldn't help laughing.

Chanting scriptures, meditating, practicing boxing, etc... Min Qing didn't express his true thoughts.She took the father and son to the storage room to look at the gifts.

Song Yan stood at the door of the storage room and felt it carefully, then picked out a well-packaged red wine.

The outer packaging of this bottle of red wine is a box made of oak, the workmanship is very exquisite, the year is also very early, and the calligraphy and paintings such as the trademark brochure are hot-on, which is a bit of collection value.

Song Yan pulled out the lid of the box, took out the wine, and checked the box inside and out, but he didn't see anything wrong.

But the box just gave him a repulsive feeling.

He checked the box again, and even checked the red wine. He tore off the label on the bottle and checked, but he still didn't see any signs of the curse.

He thought about it, and finally decided to change the angle, so he searched for this wine on the Internet, clicked on the original picture, and compared it with the bottle at home.Finally, he found the difference!

In the original picture on the Internet, the handle on the wooden box is made of nylon string, while the one at home is made of paper twisted into string and then woven together.

Song Yan immediately removed the paper handle, and carefully opened it bit by bit to check. The first handle was normal, while the second one had some incomprehensible symbols drawn on one of the notes. and lines.

"Sure enough, this is causing trouble!" Song Yan was suddenly angry, "Who gave this?"

Song Lianhai's expression also changed, and he said gloomyly: "An old friend!" He bit the word "old friend" very hard.

"We don't lack anything in our house. In the future, we shouldn't be reciprocating when we walk around normally. Instead, we should treat guests!" Song Yan suggested, and walked to the kitchen with the note.

He turned on the stove, put the note on it and burned it.

Song Lianhai followed him in, and when he saw the note was burning, he immediately ouched and covered his forehead.

"What's wrong?" Song Yan was a little flustered, afraid that he would be reckless and cause an accident to his father.

"It's all right!" Song Lianhai hurriedly replied, "It's just that the forehead suddenly seemed to be pricked by a needle, and it's all right now!"

Song Yan looked at his forehead again at this time, and found that the black air was slowly dissipating, so he breathed a sigh of relief and said, "It's okay, the black air is gone!"

Song Lianhai looked at Song Yan, and sighed, "Thanks to my son being the Taoist leader, otherwise I wouldn't know if I was tricked to death!" As he spoke, he stretched out his hand and rubbed the top of his son's head, with a look of relief on his face.

"In the future, I will try my best to come back to see you as often as possible, and tell me if you feel uncomfortable!" Song Yan said seriously to his parents.

In order to reassure their son, the couple immediately nodded.

Song Lianhai asked his son to stay tonight and leave tomorrow, while he went out after lunch.

Song Lianhai called a friend and asked him to help save the game, and then went to a club that was open as usual with a group of old friends.

A total of six friends, playing mahjong is not suitable, so they all decided to play poker and cheat Jinhua.The starting amount is not that big, it all depends on how much you bet.

Because of bad luck, Song Lianhai seemed to be favored by the goddess of luck. He won many games in a row, and even had a direct fight with a friend surnamed Li.

That bottle of wine was given by this friend surnamed Li.

The two bet several times in succession. Others knew that they must have caught a big card and gave up one after another. Only the two of them were still competing.

In the end, the friend surnamed Li asked for a draw. He had a straight flush. Song Lianhai laughed and showed his three of a kind.

He hugged all the money on the table to his side, and said with a smile: "I have been a villain recently, and my idea is pretty good, but my eldest son is back today! Do you know what my eldest son does?" ?" Song Lianhai sat down again, took a puff of cigarette, and asked.

"Didn't you say you have become a monk?" Another friend of his answered.

Song Lianhai rolled his eyes at him and said, "What kind of family did you come from? It's not a monk! My eldest son has gone to practice Taoism, and his magic skills are amazing! As soon as he walked in the door in the morning, he saw that I was unlucky, and immediately took the family away. Find out the bad things and throw them away! Otherwise, I wouldn't dare to come out to play with you!" He said and smiled at Li.

The friend surnamed Li was smoking a cigarette on his own, his eyelids drooped, and he didn't even dare to answer a word.

"I, Song Lianhai, have never wronged anyone in my life. I am not afraid of ghosts coming to my door! But I am afraid of villains! But fortunately, my son is very good, so I don't have to be afraid of someone cursing me behind my back!" Song Lianhai stood up after muttering, "Today Let's stop here, I will invite you to dinner some other day! My son is leaving tomorrow, I have to go back and spend more time with him! Brothers, see you another day!"

Only then did everyone know that Lao Song deliberately made this move to vent his anger and beat people up.Seeing his sarcasm and anger, it must be true, so everyone didn't want to say anything, but politely made an appointment with him to see you next time.

Song Lianhai finally went home contentedly to accompany his son.

The author has something to say:

Dear friends, Happy Goddess' Day~ Thanks to the little angels who voted for me~

Thanks to the little angel who cast [mine]: please be simple 1 piece

Thanks to the little angels for irrigating me with nutrient solution~

Thanks to the little angels of irrigation nutrient solution: 10 bottles of Jianjian, 5 bottles of Shou

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard! ^_^