My name is Fan Wuming, male, a member of the homeless population in Jiangbei City.

Today is the first day of July, my sixteenth birthday. My dad bought a big black rooster yesterday and said it was for my birthday tomorrow. But when it was time to start the meal at noon, I didn't see the chicken or drink the chicken soup. There was only a bowl of half-cooked sticky rice in front of him.

This made me angry and asked him, "Where's the chicken?" What about chicken soup? ”

My dad didn't speak, and sat at the dining table with a calm face cutting paper. Dad's paper-cutting skills are very good, whether it is flowers, birds, insects, fish or birds and animals are vivid, the best thing is that he cut paper people, exquisite costumes and thousands of manners.

With my father's paper-cutting skills alone, if he was willing to sell it, our grandfather's life would be much better than it is now. It's a pity that he only uses yellow paper to cut, which is the kind of yellow paper burned by dead people. Something cut out of this kind of paper, who dares to ask for it, is too unlucky.

Dad first cut out a paper figure, which looked a little similar to me, wearing a long-sleeved robe and double-eared bast shoes. After cutting, Dad cut off the head of the paper figure again, and the two exposed hands were also cut off.

My dad put the headless paper figure on the table and said it was a birthday present for me and asked me to burn it myself.

"Dad, what did you cut this? Why cut off the head? ”

"It's a piece of clothing, a dress made for you."

Only dead people wear clothes made of yellow paper, and I am very angry. Today is my sixteenth birthday, and it doesn't matter if you don't give me something to eat, and you still curse me for being a dead man.

If he hadn't been my dad, I would have flipped the table. I woke up in the morning and didn't eat late, and now it's noon, and my stomach is hungry and I can't stand it. The bowl of half-cooked glutinous rice in front of me looks unpalatable, but I can't care about it so much, so I'll fill my stomach first.

But as soon as I picked up the bowl, my father snatched it and put it on the table.

"What do you mean? Hide the chicken and don't let me eat it, can't I eat rice? The more I thought about it, the more uncomfortable it became, and tears flowed out of my eyes.

Dad went into the kitchen and pulled out the big black. The big rooster was still alive, and it was still quiet when my dad brought it out, but as soon as it was brought in front of me, the big rooster's comb instantly stood up and exploded.

The big rooster fluttered and fluttered all over the house, and the feathers flew around. Dad grabbed the two chicken wings with one hand, held the chicken head with the other hand, and twisted the chicken head off with a gritted tooth, and the chicken blood rushed into the air like an arrow. Dad pointed the chicken neck against my bowl of sticky rice, like pouring wine, and soon the bowl was full of chicken blood.

"You eat this."

Half-cooked glutinous rice is poured with rooster blood, which is blood food, something for the dead. I was so angry that I couldn't speak, first I wore dead man's clothes made of yellow paper, and then I was told to eat the blood of the dead.

It all happened on my sixteenth birthday, was he my own father?

"Am I your own?" I cried.

"You are not my own." Dad replied coldly.

His voice was not loud, but to my ears it sounded like thunder on a dry day, and I was stupid on the spot.

Since I was a child, I have been dependent on my dad for my life, without my mother, grandparents, or relatives. We moved from city to city, and my dad made a living by showing people to each other. After so many years of wandering, I have long developed a strong and independent character.

Even sometimes I feel like a happy kid because my dad loves me very much. But now he actually says he's not my dad anymore!

"Before I talk about your life experience, let me ask you, what do you think of Dad's ability?"

"Ability? Is God capable of deceiving demons? Hehe. ”

My dad lit a cigarette, took a deep breath, and said with a stern expression: "No life, it seems that you have misunderstood me very deeply, in fact, I am a sackcloth god with all the means." Otherwise, do you think you can live this big? ”

I didn't really care about what my dad said.

I don't know my dad, why when I see his outfit, I might still believe it. People who know him will say that he is a charlatan who runs a train with a mouth, and his words are not accurate. Throughout the year, my dad was beaten up for talking nonsense.

Fortunately, he has two rules for fortune telling, not to tell fortunes to rich people, and not to fortune tellers to powerful people. Therefore, those who offend are ordinary people, and at most they will scold a few words, and a few kicks will be over.

"No life, the reason why Dad has been hiding all the time, making money by swaggering and deceiving outside, everything is because of you. Today I will explain your origin clearly, and you will understand everything after listening. ”

……

Sixteen years ago, in a place called Heyang County in the northwest, there was a big news that three newborn babies died in the same delivery room, and the cause of death was strange.

After a wandering Taoist priest heard about this, he pinched his fingers and found that there were already three pillars in the four pillars of the eight characters that were Gengjin, and the children born in this day were all people with very hard lives.

There are four pillars in the eight characters, which are the year, month and day. Then the Taoist priest went to the hospital to find someone to inquire, and inquired about the specific birth time, and there was one born in Gengshi, and there were four gold in the eight characters, four pillars and five elements.

To tell fortunes, it's useless to just look at the eight characters, but also look at the pattern. The pattern is good, the characters are hard, this kind of person may be the general's life, specializing in the enemy's enemies. If the pattern is not good, it is necessary to overcome relatives, parents, wives and children. There is also a kind of worst pattern, even if you can't resist yourself, you can't live the full moon, which is called a disaster star.

As soon as the child was born, he killed two baby girls in the same ward. After the child's mother gave birth to him, he went directly to the emergency room, and his father was in a car accident when he went out to buy food, and he was crushed and broke a leg. At that time, only his grandfather was the only one in charge of the child's family, and then the Taoist priest went to discuss with him. The child's grandfather was superstitious, and the Taoist priest said that the child did not plan to ask for it.

In the end, the Taoist priest spent 5,000 yuan and bought the child. On the day of the two clearings, the child's mother's illness improved, and the driver who hit his father also surrendered.

At this point, my dad stopped and looked at me directly.

"Could it be that you are the Taoist priest, and the child is me?"

"After I bought you, I named you Fan Wuming, and used this murderous name to block the soul envoy of the underworld. Then he hung the dead jade that had been inherited by the master for thousands of years on your neck, which pulled you safely. ”

"Dad, if you don't fool me, I don't believe it. If you know that my life is not easy to feed, why do you have to go to the trouble of raising me? My family is willing to give up on me, why are you asking for your own hardship? ”

"Alas, it's hard to put into words. It would be fine if a cultivator only meditated on the mountain, but once he entered the world, he would be able to add to the five evils, three shortcomings, and two calamities. I adopted you because my life is hard enough, and it's not bad to want to stay by your side to prevent the catastrophe. But I never expected that there would be not one, but three deaths on you. So far, the Death Jade has blocked the two death calamities for you, the full moon and the first birthday, and there is a final death calamity on the day of your sixteenth birthday. You can take the jade off and take a closer look. ”

I did have a piece of jade on my body, and when I took it off, I took a closer look and found that I don't know when, there were two shallow cracks on this flawless white jade.

Just as I was trying to re-hang the jade around my neck, the rope suddenly broke, and the jade fell to the ground with a thud, shattering.

"Everything is fate, this piece of jade is a rare mascot in the world, but it still can't help you prevent the third death calamity. The mirror is behind you, see for yourself. Dad sighed and said slowly.

My facial features are very delicate, my skin is very white, and in fortune-telling terms, I look like a boy and a girl. My face is still in the mirror, but my complexion seems to be whiter. It's like powder, or a layer of frost.

The lips are blood-red, and the pink face looks a little scary. The weirdest thing is my eyes, which are actually dead. No matter how I turn myself, the eyeballs in the mirror remain in the same position in the sockets.

It's not like a living person's eye at all, it's more like a glass made of glass and then glued into the eye socket.

First my father cut yellow paper to make clothes for me, then asked me to eat blood food, and finally the jade that I had hung for sixteen years was shattered, and in the mirror in front of me was such a dead face, no matter how stupid I was, I knew what was going on.

"Dad, am I dying?"

"No life, in fact, you are already dead in the early hours of this morning! If it weren't for Dad's means, you would ......"