"Son of God? Why not January?"

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

Han Cheng recalled the months in later generations and compared them with those here.

After careful comparison and consideration, Han Cheng enclosed the moon drawn by Heiwa on the ceramic plate in brackets from the third black shadow in the first row to the second black shadow in the third row.

Write the word 'October' on it.

The latter group is enclosed in brackets and the word November is written on it.

From the stone, he understood the meaning of the three consecutive black shadows, which meant that he could see the stars but not the moon during these three nights.

Han Cheng knew that the three days recorded on the stone were actually the 29th, 30th and the 1st, or the 28th, 29th and the 1st.

Theoretically, the moon will completely disappear on the night of the 30th or 29th. In fact, its shadow is basically invisible on the nights before and after.

This is the same as "the moon is fullest on the 15th and 16th", and it is related to the fact that the changes in the moon between two days are not that obvious.

He already had a certain concept about years, months, and stones, but he had never truly experienced the calendar of later generations. So when he learned that Han Cheng was going to divide the months on this basis, he naturally thought that the first month that appeared should be January.

Han Cheng organized his words in his mind for a while before speaking to Shitou: "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..."

Shitou tilted his head and thought for a long time before nodding vigorously.

He thought carefully about the scenes outside in his paintings, which were attributed by the Son of God to the October moon, and felt that they were very different from what the Son of God said the scenes should be like in January.

After much thought, I feel that it is indeed inappropriate to regard this month as January.

After figuring out this problem, a new problem came to my mind.

“Why isn’t this the first day of the new year?”

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

Under this circle, Han Cheng carved the word "Fifteen" with a hard and tiny stone pen.

Shitou didn't understand this at all. In his opinion, the big, round and bright moon was the most beautiful, and it should be the first day of the lunar month.

Han Cheng was a bit confused. The boy who always asked a hundred thousand questions was sometimes likable, but sometimes made people want to sew his mouth shut.

The fifteenth is the fifteenth. Ever since I can remember, the moon on the fifteenth has always been the roundest. Why should there be so many whys?

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

After some thought, I can only explain it from something like 'The first day of the new year is the beginning of January, and everything in the world grows from small to big...'

By the end of the conversation, Han Cheng was so confused that he felt a little dizzy. The amazing thing was that Shi Tou looked as if he had realized something.

This scene suddenly reminded Han Cheng of the times when his history or politics teacher in high school explained multiple-choice questions: "Choose B for this question."

Then the students interpreted the question in various ways, connecting it to the text and other aspects of knowledge. After some explanation, the students felt that what the teacher said was right and that they should choose B for this question.

Then in the next class - "Students, the answer to the last question was printed wrong, it should be D..."

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

This is interesting to think about.

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

As long as you know the answer in advance, you can always find some reasons to get closer to the answer.

Especially things that are highly subjective.

After October and November were set, what remained were five question marks in a row. This was because the weather during those days was not good, with either snow or cloudy weather. There were no stars or moon at night, so the stones could only be replaced by question marks.

According to the calendar I made, which I don’t know if it is accurate, today is the sixth day of the twelfth lunar month.

Han Cheng thought so.

Because of the calendar, knowing what time it is, he has an indescribable sense of clarity.

As he was thinking this, a thought suddenly occurred to him, causing his heart to tremble.

It’s the sixth day of the twelfth lunar month. The year is almost over and the Chinese New Year is approaching.

Happy New Year!

Just thinking about that day when families are reunited and everywhere is filled with a festive atmosphere makes people miss it and look forward to its arrival.

Although many people are complaining that the Chinese New Year is becoming less and less festive, there is always that kind of anticipation in our hearts.

Especially now that Han Cheng doesn't know whether he has run to prehistoric times, other dimensions, or a "primitive man protection area" far away from his original era, his heart is beating non-stop when he realizes that the end of the year is approaching.

The New Year, a festival that countless Chinese people longed for and would travel thousands of miles, carrying large and small bags, and standing in the aisle for a day and a night to celebrate, at this moment, hit Han Cheng, a prodigal son who lived away from the group, hard.

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

At home, there are parents who are getting older day by day, and lovely children who have been looking forward to seeing each other for a year but have not been seen. This is where you have your roots and the charm that makes you feel at peace.

Therefore, those who go out to work hard will rush back home like wintering migratory birds. Even if they can only stay at home for two days, they will definitely come back from thousands of miles away.

A bowl of steaming dumplings made by mother, half a cup of wine poured by father with trembling hands, and the voices of children calling mom and dad are enough to wash away all the hardships on the road and make people feel that it is all worth it.

All the ups and downs of working outside, as well as the warmth and coldness of human nature, will be washed away by this festival and place called 'New Year' and 'home', allowing tired people to become refreshed and muster the courage to fight and face the hardships in life.

With a not-so-strong heart and not-so-strong shoulders, we carry a relatively warm space, where there is the 'Year', the 'home', parents, children, as well as the warmest watchfulness in our hearts and the most resolute strength.

The sudden thought of the year made Han Cheng's emotions out of control in an instant, and he couldn't help but burst into tears.

Shitou looked at the Son of God crying silently and immediately became at a loss. Was it because he didn't draw the moon well enough? Or was it because he asked too many questions...

The little primitive man who didn't understand the Son of God's feelings thought about it uncomfortably and called out timidly, "Son of God..."

Han Cheng tried hard to control his emotions, wiped the tears from his face, closed his eyes several times, forced a smile, and said to Shitou: "It's okay, the wind blew into my eyes."

Shi Tou touched his head in confusion. Was it windy just now?

He thought in a daze.

I felt much relieved, at least I knew it wasn't me who made the Son of God cry.

But I was secretly thinking in my heart that I should not ask the Son of God so many questions in the future.

But then I remembered the uncomfortable feeling of having questions that I didn't understand in my heart, and I became hesitant again.

This made the little primitive man feel extremely conflicted.

Han Cheng calmed down and told Shitou to continue painting the moon in this way and not to stop.

The stone, which seemed a little naughty in the past, nodded hard on the little head.