Mr. Landlord [Comprehensive Yingmei]

From that day on, the relationship between Hotch and Wu Cong became closer unknowingly. Wu Cong always smiled and left a supper for Hotch who came back late, and Hotch also took over the noisy cinnabar from time to time so that Wu Cong had Free time to do some clean work.

For example, now, Hotch is in the apartment watching Dansha and the little Jack who came to live on the weekend sitting together building blocks, and the sound of the piano is heard from across the wall like flowing water and breeze, finally getting rid of Dansha's Wu Cong, bathing in incense contentedly, sinking into the water The incense burns in the censer and the white smoke curls up, flowing backwards from the top hole, and the smoke among the sharply cut mountains is faint, and scattered away with the sound of the piano.

The Qin was made by Wu Cong himself. It may not be the best but it is the most suitable for him. He took it into the tomb to be buried with him. Later, after Wu Cong’s tomb was looted by the Tufuzi, this precious Qin was made. They were exiled overseas together with the rest of the funerary objects, and were not returned one after another until a few years ago.

To be honest, Wu Cong didn't dare to recognize the qin with rotten strings and wood falling off at that time, and then he was so distressed that he hurriedly airlifted a lot of raw materials from China to repair the qin.

Today's weather is just right, just right for taking out this piano that has been repaired not long ago to try the sound, the room is empty and still, and the fragrance is wafting, it seems that it was still a thousand years ago, his heart is still beating vigorously in his chest, it is still the same White horses with light furs cross the inclined bridge, and the buildings are full of children from aristocratic families with red sleeves.

At that time, I was young, with fresh clothes and angry horses. Although it was ridiculously childish, I still couldn't help taking it out from time to time to recall it, and wiped off the dusty past, and it was still as vivid as yesterday.

I pointed to the wrong string on the string, and the newly installed string scratched across the skin, creating a shallow wound. It didn't hurt, but it brought people back to their senses.

The sound of the piano was cut off.

Danza's laughter came from next door, "Uncle Hotch, we made a castle!"

"Big castle!" Little Jack nodded after the young lady. He and Dansha built a big castle with gates and pointed towers, and used up three boxes of building blocks.

Hotch took a serious look at this colorful and unstable castle, and sincerely praised it, and at the same time gave some suggestions - such as straightening the crumbling spire?

Dansha accepted his suggestion, helped up the spire, and happily found that the castle became more beautiful.

"Uncle Hotch is amazing!" The admiring eyes of the two children made Hotch very happy. He rubbed Jack's hair and asked, "Do you want to make biscuits?"

"Yes!" The two little guys raised their hands and cheered twice, and ran in line to wash their hands and make biscuits.

Hotch finally checked whether the dough he had learned and showed off was enough to make biscuits, and whether the biscuit mold he just bought was easy to use. He sat on the sofa and watched the two little guys holding the biscuit mold in a decent manner Press on the skin.

When it was almost lunchtime, Wu Cong knocked on the door and called the playful people inside to come out to eat. In return for Hotch helping to look after the children, he took over the lunch of the two families. Not much time.

Especially compared with his rare clean time after so many years.

Just like all parents with children, Wu Cong feels that the children are so cute that people feel weak and helpless, but at the same time, he really feels that his private time seems to be compressed to almost nothing, especially when he is so cute. This state is infinitely close to that of a single-parent family, raising children who will not grow up for hundreds of years.

He couldn't remember how long he hadn't enjoyed such a quiet time without worrying about Dansha.

Motivated, Wu Cong, who said that there are many pairs of chopsticks, opened the recipes honestly and learned a lot of Western food recipes, adding some new tricks to the table.

According to a gay Zifenghuang, a certain old rice dumpling is becoming more and more virtuous, and he should be married.

Well, not long after saying that, he was tossed by the long-range curse of the virtuous old rice dumpling for half a month, so unlucky that he drank cold water and stuffed his teeth.

"Thank you, Uncle Wu." Little Jack thanked Wu Cong very politely, and obediently stuffed the vegetables that Hotch put into his small bowl into his mouth.

Dansha gave him a sympathetic look, and generously shared two shredded carrots.

No way, the vegetables that Wu Cong picked up from her own bowl were already peaking.

Today, at the dinner table, Chinese and Western are combined, Wu Cong is in a good mood and performs exceptionally well, and the innovative taste made by hand is acceptable, which is very popular among children.

The two children rolled around on the ground humming and groaning with their small bellies. The weather has turned cold recently. Wu Cong has laid a thick and soft carpet at home, and with the blessing of spells to prevent dirt, it is no wonder that Dansha always has one head. When she falls down, she doesn’t want to get up, and even the little Jack likes to roll around, so that when adults walk around, they have to pay attention to whether there are any “obstacles” under their feet, and if they don’t pay attention, they will be rolled. The little guy who came over stumbled.

Wu Cong took out a piece of human-shaped white paper from a stack of human-shaped white paper in the cabinet and blew on it. The white paper dangled, floated up and expanded rapidly, and finally turned into a human-shaped pillow. It was still white, with hands and feet. The movements are extremely stiff, and it looks quite like a horror movie.

Hotch stood aside and couldn't help looking at the paper doll. This is not the first time he has seen Wu Cong use this spell, but every time he sees it, he can't help but marvel at its magic. It's like creating out of thin air. out of life.

Although Wu Cong said that this thing is similar to a dishwasher and vacuum cleaner that runs with spiritual power, it can be used after charging, without any personal will, and it is a one-time consumable. The noise is less, saving electricity and environmental protection, and the cost performance is not very high.

"Try it." Wu Cong took out a frozen popsicle from the refrigerator. It was made by mixing raw pears with mint. This is the last popsicle for this year. After eating it, the weather turned cold.

"Thank you." Hotch took one and put it in his mouth. During these three days, he ate and drank at Wu Cong's house, and brought his son with him from time to time. Even if he was a little embarrassed at first, he has gradually gotten used to it. Now, I can still post a comment while eating, "It's a bit sweet."

"I added more rock sugar." Wu Cong laughed, "It's good for the throat."

As he said that, he called Dansha and little Jack to come over to eat popsicles, and dragged on for a while to eat Haisai's blessings with Dansha. Little Jack's face became visibly rounded, but the child would only look cuter if he was a little fatter. Dansha likes to sleep holding Little Jack's fleshy stomach the most, and the pillow is covered with saliva when she falls asleep.

Hotch asked Wu Cong about those gods and ghosts. Although Wu Cong said that he could come to him for anything, Hotch still felt that it would be better for him to know more.

The things he asked were very complicated, because the information on this aspect was only infinitely close to blank, and many questions were quite irrelevant.

Wu Cong thought for a while, and brought Hotch into the study, "Wait a minute." He opened the cabinet in the corner while speaking.

Hotch walked into Wu Cong's study room for the first time, and the first thing he saw were books when he entered the door. All kinds of books were neatly arranged on the huge bookshelf. He vaguely felt that there was something invisible to the naked eye shrouded in the bookshelf. In addition, let him instinctively feel the danger.

There are several boxes in the corner, each of which is not padlocked, and the books stacked inside are almost about to be pushed open, and a few pages and a paper cover are exposed through a thin slit.

Except for the bookshelf, there is a soft couch by the window, and a table against the wall. There is no other furniture in the room. There are extremely strange patterns painted on the walls, which seem to be a sea of ​​fire in hell, full of strange rocks, and ghosts and ghosts. Countless, Hotch couldn't help but look away after a quick glance. This picture made him feel uncomfortable.

It's like digging a serial killer's burial site once before, and five or six young girls' mutilated bodies were buried in one pit. At that time, people were cold all over in the blue sky and broad daylight, and basically everyone fell ill after returning home. , It’s not a serious illness but it just won’t get better, and it didn’t recover until more than a month later.

Wu Cong was looking for something in the box. Hotch had time to look at the books in the bookcase. Most of them were in complicated Chinese characters that he could not understand. There were also many Latin and German books. He even saw a few books. The titles are in Egyptian hieroglyphics, and these books do not appear to be printed uniformly, but more like manuscripts or copies bound into books.

All the books were arranged in an order he didn't understand. He saw several English books, such as "Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them", "Classical Witchcraft and Curses" and so on.

"Found it." Wu Cong pulled out a book from the box—yes, he pulled out the book for real. Hotch confirmed that he saw the book with its pages spread out and tightly clamped to the side of the box. Ken came out, even now being held by Wu Cong, he was still shaking non-stop.

"Don't move." Wu Cong tapped the spine of the book twice on the box, and waited until the book was honest before handing it to Hotch, "You read this book first."

The book is in English and looks brand new, with the words "CIA internal materials are strictly prohibited to be circulated" printed on the lower left corner.

Hotch took it and flipped through it. This book introduces the types of non-humans and special species that will appear in the United States from the shallower to the deeper, and how to deal with them, the basic handling principles of wraiths, etc. material will do.

"I helped proofread some of the basic textbooks for the CIA Special Response Team." Wu Cong said, "It's very suitable for beginners."

The book in Hotch's hand trembled, and it slammed shut, pinching Hotch's fingers that Hotch had no time to retract.

"Their first lesson is to learn to tame this book." Wu Cong smiled and added the last sentence, "Come on."

Hotch stared at the book in his hand seriously, and fell into a subtle silence.