"It's not a symbol of bad luck! It is specially designed to deal with evil spirits, of course, where there is it, there is bad luck, otherwise it will be dealt with

Fart. Let's take a look at this-" Yang He picked up a book spread out in front of him and pointed to one of the words outlined with a red pen: "Xuan Mao, a thing to ward off evil spirits." Easy to place in the south. Suitable for children and grandchildren. Don't move easily......"

I don't understand the rest of the words. I closed the paper, and it read the words "Ming and Qing Yin and Yang Feng Shui Doctrine".

"This is the only useful sentence I have found after a week," Yang He interjected, "The person who wrote this passage is called Chen Yuanjing, a person from the Daoguang period of the Qing Dynasty." He himself has no opinions, and he admits that he copied books and relayed the words of his predecessors. Do you get it? ”

"'Xuan Mao' is a black cat, which is used to ward off evil spirits, and later generations probably only look at it from the superficial phenomenon, thinking that there will be bad luck when the black cat appears, so they indiscriminately put all the blame on the head of the black cat."

"'Easy to place in the south' means that it is best to keep it at the door, and the ancients opened the gate to the south." 'Suitable for future generations' probably means that it will always work, protecting the owner of the house and even future generations. Or maybe it's the offspring of this black cat. ”

"'Don't move easily' means that once you raise it, you can't move, let alone change the owner......"

I was impatient to listen to Yang He drop his book bag, to be honest, I don't know why I came here, I haven't missed you Brother Zhao yet, because Yang He's fascination with reading books during this time is too similar to you.

I waved my hand again and again to make Yang He stop, and asked him, "Then what now?" Now the black cat has burped; It died lightly, and set us aside, what are we going to do? Hey? How could it die? Since it is evil spirit-warding, how can a ghost kill it? “

"yes, that's what I'm thinking about. By the way, that cat was probably drowned, right? But how can there be so much blood? …… How did that cat's blood end up on your hands? “

"Maybe it was when I was killed, struggling to run out and trying to wake me up, what were you doing? I can't say......" I guessed. "Well, that makes sense,"

Yang He touched his chin and came out of his mind for a while, "I can't figure it out." I'll have to check the book again. I'll have to look up some older books. He stood up and looked back again: "If you think of anything, you must tell me in time." Kindness? …… Easy to place in the south, easy to place in the south ......"

I hate reading and thinking the most, Brother Zhao, you know this, this is really not my vice, but I am not the material to use my brain, even when my life is at stake, I really can't help it.

Since Yang He can't even think of it, how can I think of it? I haven't had time to say that yet. He walked away again with a mumble to himself; So I picked up the bottle. , the life of drunken dreams and death began again.

Yang He continued to check his books day and night, sometimes standing up and walking around the room, muttering words in his mouth. It was probably the last time he found some clues that gave him encouragement.

I often sat next to him while drinking and watched him flip through the books; At first he said a few words to me, and I hummed along with it. After two days, his book was turning faster and faster, but his words became less and less, and his brow became more and more furrowed.

I know that means he didn't find anything more. Turning over and over, there is still only "Xuan Mao, a thing to ward off evil spirits." Easy to place in the south. Suitable for children and grandchildren. Do not move easily. These words are useful.

The problem is that now this sentence is equivalent to bullshit, and the black cat only knows what the use of shit is when it is dead? I didn't say this sentence to hit him, but just drank wine with cold eyes and watched him flip through the books.

Every time I woke up drunk, there were many, many more books next to him, and most of the stamps were from the library.

There were more and more empty wine bottles in the room, more and more books, and finally the living room was piled up.

Later, he and I never went out again, nor did we go back to the bedroom, and the two of us slept, ate instant noodles, drank alcohol, and checked books, all on the carpet in the living room, except for going to the toilet.

Later, his voice of checking books and scolding his mother became louder and louder, and I became more and more drunk. Someday...... I can't remember exactly what day it was, Yang He suddenly closed the book and said, "That's right, there is indeed something wrong with those two mirrors." “

Then Yang He rushed into the bedroom and pried down the two mirrors and smashed them, the mirrors were broken or broken, and the walls behind the mirrors were no different from other places, and he seemed very disappointed.

I was blowing on the bottle and watching him go crazy with my drunken eyes open, and I couldn't help but feel funny, so I asked him if he was drinking or was I drinking? He ignored me and plunged headlong into his book.

Actually, I understand his feelings. I knew that he wanted to solve all the problems with his own efforts and those mysterious books, and escape from the catastrophe of once in seven days.

But I don't think that will do anything, these books are all made up by others to sell for money, what is there to delve into? Did the people who wrote these words really encounter what they said in their books? Just like that Chen Yuanjing, did he use a black cat to ward off evil spirits? I can't see it.

Anyway, there is not much hope, so why bother mediocrity? It's better to get drunk first.

Since we can't get rid of the sea of suffering forever, isn't it the best choice to forget everything for a while? I don't think he understands me. I dialed Tang Rou's pager many times, but she didn't reply to me, but later, the pager told me that this number had been cancelled, and the same was true for He Xueyi's pager.

When I told Yang He about this, he was completely indifferent, and I knew that he was completely trapped in his book, and I asked him if it was worth investing so much in these deceptive words made up by others. He actually said I don't understand.

I didn't bother to pay attention to the nerd, and I didn't give up and dialed Tang Rou's pager one after another, until the prepaid phone bill was used up and I couldn't dial again, so I had to get drunk again, and I was drunk more than ever. In a groggy state, I suddenly remembered that the woman who had left me was worthy of my devotion to it?

In a trance, I felt that I was afraid that I would be compared to Yang He.

It's finally the sixth seven days, and it's going to be Black Friday again...... It was another drunken and woke up night, and I raised my aching head and looked at the clock, but it was not yet midnight.

Why, every time I get drunk, I can't get drunk? Was it fate? All of a sudden, I noticed that something was missing from me, oh, a book!

I suddenly noticed that something was burning in the bathroom, so I hurriedly rushed in and found that Yang He was using a lighter to light a book, and then threw it into the toilet after it was almost burned. There was no water in the toilet, only a thick layer of ash.

"What are you doing?" I wondered.

"Burn books! Don't you see? Yang He seemed to be very angry. 10