Mr. Landlord [Comprehensive Yingmei]

Another calendar was torn off from the wall, and Wu Cong stared at it for a long time before realizing that it had been three years since he traveled across the ocean to this foreign country.

On the fifteenth day of the seventh month of the lunar calendar, the yin energy is at its peak, and the gates of ghosts are wide open. Do not go out after night, and do not turn back when people shout. It is called Zhongyuan.

It's Zhongyuan again.

Wu Cong put a plate of rice and put incense on the window sill as an offering to those lonely ghosts who came and went. When he opened the window, it was still very lively outside, and the bright lights made his face turn pale. I don't know who's child stayed up in the middle of the night and played some rock music. When he opened the window, he was so startled that he shook his hand and sprinkled half a bowl of rice.

Alas, it is still a foreign country.

He shook his head helplessly and closed the window. Seeing that there was only residual smoke curling up in the incense burner, he took some and prepared to put it in. But then he recalled how the new tenant frowned at the smell of the sinking water in the room. In the past, it was still less.

Clouds and smoke billowed from the agarwood burning, gushed out from the small mouth of the incense burner and flowed backwards, instantly submerging the lofty mountains carved by the pottery incense burner.

The paper money for ancestor worship was burned, and the road sacrifice was also done. After three years away from his homeland, Wu Cong decided to reward himself with a good wine that he would not drink on weekdays.

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The United States is still quite hot in August, but it will be a little cooler at night. Hotch hurried out of the taxi, with a briefcase in one hand and a suit jacket in the other. His usual serious face was frowning and his brows were tightly knit. .

I don't know why the street is very deserted tonight, only the sound of his own hurried footsteps can be heard.

Considering that it has been three months since his divorce today, this is not like three months of love and needs to be specially celebrated, but it is like working overtime until late at night as usual before rushing back to the newly rented house for a nap- -After the divorce, he left most of his property and house to his ex-wife Haley, after all, the other party had to raise their children.

"Agent Hotchner." He heard someone calling him, the voice was so soft that it almost merged with the sound of the wind, Hotch glanced back, only his own shadow dangled on the ground in the empty street.

Probably heard it wrong.He thought to himself, turned around and hurried forward.

Today is the middle of August, but it is inexplicably cold. He pulled his coat tighter, wondering if he had a fever due to overwork recently.

The wind gradually picked up, and the signboards on the roadside crackled, and the leaves fell a lot. The street lamps flickered as if they were overwhelmed, and there was a faint sound of neighing and weeping.

The weather is hell. Hotch sighed and quickened his pace.

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The room is full of aloes, and the newly purchased sofa is so comfortable that people want to stick to it. Wu Cong half-closed his eyes and answered the words of the person on the other end of the phone, stepping on it with bare feet. The hairy cushion, the other hand is playing with a sapphire wine cup, and a string of red strings is hung between the wrists, which makes the skin so radiant and white that it is almost transparent.

"Ah Lang, the night is coming to an end." The closed door was pushed open a small crack, and the little girl who poked her head in looked no more than four or five years old, hugging the pillow and rubbing her eyes sleepily.

"Dansha? Can't sleep again?" Wu Cong hung up the phone and half sat up, the little girl named Dansha crawled into his arms consciously, found a comfortable place to nest up, obediently playing with Wu Cong's wrist red string.

"The gentleman who lived in the day before yesterday hasn't come back yet." Dansha's voice was soft and waxy, and the accent of Wu Nong's soft language was even more charming when she spoke, her cheek was rubbed against Wu Cong's thin silk and satin uniform, "I don't rest assured."

"You're partial to him." Wu Cong chuckled, "I don't know what ecstasy soup I gave you."

"Hmm..." Dan Sha blinked and looked at Wu Cong pitifully, "Ah Lang is also very worried..."

"...That's all." Wu Cong sighed, stood up and stepped on his shoes and brought a lantern from the corner of the wall to light it up, "It's good to go out and have a look."

If his tenant died on the street for no reason, I am afraid that I will not live in peace again.

The wind on the street was getting stronger and stronger, probably because he was sweating because he walked in a hurry, and the wind was blowing his skin to the bone, Hotch frowned and looked around, always feeling that there was something quietly watching him in the dark.

He stretched out his hand and touched his forehead, wondering if it was a psychological effect, the temperature in his palm seemed to be hotter than usual, the slightly wet sweat made him shiver, he folded his clothes and couldn't help coughing a few times.

I don't know if there is any medicine left at home.He silently recalled his drug reserves, and gradually felt his legs were weak and his body felt weak, as if he had stepped into a quagmire and couldn't get out.

So tired... He couldn't help thinking this way, he staggered and nearly fell to the ground, his eyes were dark and in a trance, as if he saw many shadows swaying around him, making people feel quite uncomfortable when they were far and near.

It's so cold... Barely holding on to a tree to catch his breath, the branches of the willows hang down and blow on his cheeks with the wind in summer, leaving a red mark on his face like a whip.

"Hiss--" Hotch took a deep breath, touched his cheek and it didn't bleed, but it hurt like a fire that made his eyebrows throbbing. He felt the danger intuitively, and after pulling out the gun, he walked around without looking to anyone unexpectedly.

"Agent Hotchner..." The voice calling to him in the wind was like crying, gradually becoming clear from far to near, sometimes like a woman and sometimes like a man, sometimes old and sometimes immature.

"Agent Hotchner..." The branches of the willow tree were soft, but they brushed against his body like whips, and Hotch completely lost consciousness in an instant.

The street lamps were finally overwhelmed and went out completely with a crackling sound. In the blink of an eye, only the whimpering of the wind could be heard in the darkness, like crying and laughing, and something came and went with the wind, and it was hard to figure out the shape.

The gate of ghosts is wide open, monsters and monsters are rampant, and there seems to be no difference between the ghosts of this foreign country and the homeland.The white lantern illuminated the pitch-black road, and Wu Cong glanced left and right at the shadows that were frightened by the light, probably making no difference when a person died. humanoid.

"Found it!" Dansha in his arms arched restlessly and jumped out of his arms, bouncing up to the side of the unconscious Hotch, sniffing his breath carefully, exaggeratedly making a gesture of relief , and then stared at Wu Cong condemningly, "It's all A Lang's fault!"

"Okay, okay, my fault." Wu Cong smiled helplessly. He was really to blame for this matter. If it wasn't for the incense candles and rice he sacrificed on the road that attracted countless lonely souls and wild ghosts, his new tenant would not As for suffering from this unreasonable disaster.

Those who can't go away here are all ghosts and ghosts who don't have much morality. Even the candlelight of the lantern in his hand can't bear it and wailed and scattered away.

"Alang, stupid." Dansha giggled, and tiptoed to take the lantern in Wu Cong's hand, so that Wu Cong could lift the unconscious Hotch up.

Of course she would like this new gentleman, who is full of yang energy and upright, and his meritorious deeds in helping others to clear their grievances are so dazzling that people can't open their eyes. Sitting next to him is more comfortable than basking in the sun.

Similarly, thanks to his abundant yang energy, Hotch was not infected with the aura of ghosts, but Wu Cong couldn't understand why Dansha blamed himself for the cold and fever caused by Hotch's irregular work and rest.

A woman's heart, a needle in the sea.

When Hotch woke up the next day, he still felt a little dizzy, clutching his head and thinking that it was time to adjust his schedule.

Yesterday, he probably fell down on the side of the road due to exhaustion. I don’t know who kindly sent him back. He sighed and got up from the bed and dragged his limp body to take a shower. It happened to be a good rest this weekend. one time.

"Mr. Hotch?" Someone knocked on his door. The little girl's voice was soft and soft, and she didn't speak English very well. She was a child of his landlord's family.

Hastily pulled a piece of clothes on and scratched his hair to make himself look less decadent. When he opened the door, he saw the little girl looking up at him with a small white porcelain bowl, with a sweet smile on her round face. , "A Lang asked me to bring you something to eat."

Hotch opened the door to let her in. The little girl is wearing a beautiful red dress today. She has many red dresses, such as water red pink, silver red crimson, and she has hardly seen any similar ones in the past three months. Even she There are two shofar braids tied on the head with a red headband, which is playful and cute when walking.

"A Lang said that your body is weak, you need to take a good rest." Dansha raised her arms and stood on tiptoe to put the bowl on the table. Her round apple face was serious, "Otherwise it will be harmful to...life."

Although she has been in this foreign country for three years, the little girl's English is still not very good, and "harmful to life" is said to be "harmful to life", and she nodded her head consciously and vigorously after she finished speaking.

"I'll take a good rest." Hotch knelt down and patted Dansha's shoulder, showing a faint smile, "Thank you for your concern."

"Then you have to remember to eat." Dansha pointed to the steaming porridge on the table, "I'm going to help Alang copy the book." After she finished speaking, she bounced outside.

"That's right." As soon as she walked out the door, she seemed to have suddenly remembered something and stopped, turned her head and opened the door and said, "Don't bring anyone back in the future, Alang will be unhappy."

"I--" I never brought anyone back.Before the rest of the words were spoken, the impetuous little girl had already closed the door and ran away, and she could still faintly hear his landlord yelling at her in a low voice not to run around in the corridor.

Hotch sighed again, and honestly sat down at the table to soothe his rumbling stomach with a bowl of steaming oriental food. He could only feel the warmth from his stomach to his heart, and he couldn't help sighing.

It was a stroke of luck for him to be able to find such a rental room with convenient transportation and beautiful environment in such a short period of time after the divorce, and the rent was just within the acceptable range for him, although the landlord seemed a little cold Difficult to get along with, seems to have some strange religious beliefs, but I can't bear it. There is a lively and cute little girl in his family, who jumps up and down every day, and even the landlord occasionally takes care of him, the tenant. When returning home late, some porridge, water and snacks are not very expensive, but they are considerate enough.

In other words, are all Chinese cooking so delicious?

Hotch thought silently as he ate the last bite from his bowl.