I Am a Primitive Man

Chapter 253: A Dreamy Year

"Son of God? Why not January?"

The climate here has many similarities with the place where Han Cheng lived before.

Han Cheng recalled the month of later generations, compared with the one here.

After careful comparison and weighing, the moon painted by Heiwa on the pottery board was enclosed by brackets from the third shadow in the first row to the second shadow in the third row by Han Cheng.

Write the words 'October' on it.

For the latter group, write November in brackets.

From the stone, he understood the meaning of the three consecutive black shadows, that is, the stars could be seen in these three nights, but the moon could not be seen.

Han Cheng knew that the three days recorded in the stone were actually the 29th, 30th, and first day, or the 28th, 29th, and first day.

Theoretically speaking, the moon will completely disappear on the 30th or 29th night. In fact, its figure is basically invisible on the night of the previous day and the next day.

This is the same reason as "the fifteenth moon is sixteen circles", and it has something to do with the change of the moon between two days is not so significant.

He already has a certain concept of years, months, and stones, but after all, he has never really experienced the calendar of later generations, so when he learned that Han Cheng wanted to divide the months on this basis, he took it for granted that the first The month that appears should be January.

Han Cheng organized his words in his mind for a while before he spoke to Shishi: "January is the beginning of the year and the first month of spring... The ice and snow will gradually melt, and the grass roots will turn green..."

Stone tilted his head and thought for a while before nodding vigorously.

He thought carefully about the scene outside when Shenzi attributed it to the moon in October that he had drawn, and felt that it was too different from what Shenzi said in January.

After thinking about it, I feel that it is really inappropriate to regard this month as January.

After this problem was figured out, a new problem came to mind.

"Why isn't this the first day of junior high school?"

Stone asked, pointing to the round circle in the middle.

Under this circle, Han Cheng engraved the word "fifteen" with a hard and thin stone pen.

Stone didn't understand this very much. In his cognition, the big, round and bright moon is the most beautiful, and it should be the first day of the new year.

Han Cheng has a big head, a boy with a hundred thousand why, sometimes he is very cute, but sometimes it makes people want to sew his mouth shut.

Fifteen is fifteen. As far as I can remember, the moon on fifteen is the roundest. Why are there so many?

Han Cheng really wanted to say this to Shi Shi, but he could only think about it in his heart.

After thinking about it, I can only explain things like "the first day of the new year is the beginning of January, and everything in the world grows from childhood to adulthood..." and so on.

After talking about it, Han Cheng was a little dizzy, but the miraculous thing is that the stone showed a look of enlightenment instead.

This scene suddenly reminded Han Cheng of the high school history or politics teacher's multiple-choice questions—"Choose B for this question."

Then various interpretations of the question stems, contacting the text and other aspects of knowledge, after some explanations, the students feel that what the teacher said is correct, and they should choose B for this question.

Then came the next class——"Students, the answer to the question I talked about last time was wrongly printed, it should be D..."

Then after some explanations, everyone found out that it really made sense...

It's interesting to think about it.

What Han Cheng is doing to the stone now is actually similar to this.

On the premise of knowing the answer in advance, you can always find some reasons to move closer to the answer.

Especially things that are more subjective.

After October and November are set, there are five question marks in a row. This is because these days are not good, either snowing or cloudy, and there are no stars or moon at night, so the stone It can only be replaced by question marks.

According to the calendar that I made up, I don't know if it is accurate, today is already the sixth day of the twelfth lunar month.

Han Cheng thought so.

Because of the advent of the calendar, knowing what time it is now gives him an indescribable sense of clarity.

Thinking like this in his heart, a thought suddenly appeared, which made his heart tremble.

The sixth day of the twelfth lunar month, the year is coming to an end, and the New Year is coming soon.

Chinese New Year!

That day of family reunion and full of festive atmosphere, people can't help but miss it when they think about it, and look forward to its arrival.

Although many people are complaining that Chinese New Year is getting less and less old-fashioned now, but there is always the expectation in their hearts.

Especially now that I don't know whether I have gone to prehistoric times, or other planes, or the 'primitive man protection zone', Han Cheng, who is far away from the original era, when he realizes that the end of the year is approaching, his heart is even stronger. dance non-stop.

In 2010, this festival that has made countless Chinese people dream about it, and they will not hesitate to travel thousands of miles, carrying big bags and small bags, to stand in the aisle for a day and a night and insist on going back to celebrate the festival. The heart of Han Cheng, a prodigal son who is far away from the group.

If you have money or not, go home for the New Year.

The parents, Gaotang, who are getting old day by day, and the lovely children who have been looking forward to for a long time and have not seen for a year, have their own roots and charms that make them feel at ease.

That's why those who go out to work hard will rush home like migratory birds overwintering. Even if they can only stay at home for two days, they must come back not far away.

A bowl of steaming dumplings made by mother, half a glass of wine poured out by father with trembling hands, and a few voices of children calling for parents are enough to wash away all the hard work on the road, making people feel that it is all worth it.

All the ups and downs of working hard outside, the warmth and coldness of human relationships, will be washed away by this festival and place called 'year' and 'home', so that the tired people will regain their spirits, muster up the courage to fight, and face life. The miserable wind and rain.

With a heart that is not strong and shoulders that are not thick, carry a relatively warm space, where there are "years", "family", parents, children, and the warmest watch in the bottom of my heart, and the most steadfast strong.

The year that suddenly came to mind made Han Cheng lose control of his emotions in an instant, and could not help but burst into tears.

Shi Shi looked at Shenzi who was crying silently, and immediately became at a loss. Was it because he didn't draw the moon well enough? Still asking too many questions...

The little primitive man who didn't understand Shenzi's mood felt so embarrassed and yelled timidly: "Shenzi..."

Han Cheng tried his best to control his emotions, reached out to wipe away the tears on his face, closed his eyes several times forcefully, forced a smile, and said to Shi Shi, "It's okay, the eyes were blown by the wind."

Stone touched his head suspiciously, was it windy just now?

He thought in a daze.

He also let go of his heart a lot, at least he knew that he didn't make Shenzi cry.

However, I was still secretly thinking in my heart that I should stop asking Shenzi so many things in the future.

But then there was an uncomfortable feeling suffocated in my heart when I thought of the questions I didn't understand, and I became hesitant again.

This made the little primitive man extremely entangled.

Han Cheng calmed down, and told Shi Shi to continue to draw the moon in this way, don't stop.

The stone, which looked a bit skinny in the past, nodded vigorously to the little head.

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