"Xiaoqi, what was the white paper with red pen that the old man burned last night? How can I feel a kind of gloomy and horrible feeling?" asked me on the way to the fifth day of the first half of the year.

"I haven't seen that either," I said, frowning. It was the first time I saw someone burn white paper with red strokes.

"do you think that would be a curse? The man the old man is holding is the one he wants to curse?" the fifth guess of the fifth day of the first half.

"I don't know what the meaning of the white paper is, but...