Mr. Landlord [Comprehensive Yingmei]

In the early morning of the next day, starting from the quarrels from the next door, the voice of the man was deep and powerful, the voice of the woman was sharp and mean, and there was a bit of crying when talking, and the sound of pinging, clanging and breaking things could be heard. Successfully woke up the dead.

For example, Wu Cong, the old rice dumpling tiredly half-opened his eyes and yawned, raised his hand and randomly pinched a sound-proof formula to drive the noise out of the tent, then rubbed the pillow and fell asleep with his eyes closed.

Hotch woke up later than him, opened his eyes on time according to the biological clock, and was a little dazed when he just woke up. He looked at the two children and an adult who were sleeping soundly beside him, rubbed his face and carefully lifted the quilt and walked out of the tent.

The temperature in the mountains in the early morning was still very low, and the slightly cold air with humidity made him shiver uncontrollably. Along with the wind, there were birds chirping in the mountains and forests, and the rubbish of the garbage being cleaned next door. sound.

The quarrel seemed to be over.

Mr. Cocker was sweeping the broken porcelain and broken glass on the floor with a broom. His complexion was not good-looking, even a bit dark and depressed. Feeling that someone was looking at him, he raised his head and could not help but see A little apologetic: "Sorry, did I wake you up just now?"

Hotch shook his head and asked again, "Have you had a fight with your wife?"

Mr. Cocker nodded and heaved a long sigh: "I don't know why, we have been arguing all the time recently, she always thinks that I am too busy with work and have too little time for my family, but... what can I do? "

What else can he do, all the time outside of work has been dedicated to his family but it is still not enough, then should he put off the entertainment of important clients and go back to watch TV with her every day, or should he give up hard work for more than ten years to get Jobs to change to a job where you can be on call [-]/[-]?

Why can't he go home early to accompany her every day when he can spare a week from work? His wife who questioned him like this probably didn't know that he had been spinning for more than a month and didn't even have time to eat in order to spare this week. If she knew, they probably wouldn't Will be here again.

"Mr. Hotch, are you saying that work and family really can't be balanced?" He sighed softly, looking frustrated.

"If I could answer that question, my wife wouldn't be divorcing me," Hotch said. It's easier for him to mention Haley now than it was before the divorce. The boot finally hit the ground, and while it wasn't what he wanted, it wasn't as bad as he'd expected.

Mr. Cocker let out an "ah" in surprise, and hurriedly said, "Sorry, I don't know..."

"It's okay." Hotch smiled, "I can't give you any advice in this regard, I can only tell you that communication can always make things not so bad."

Talk about everything calmly and thoroughly, no matter whether the marriage can be saved in the end, at least the former love is still there, so that the trouble will not completely tear the face in the end, turning the goodness of the past into a kind of irony.

"Thank you." Mr. Cocker dumped the cleaned garbage into the garbage bag, paused and asked a little embarrassedly, "Can you lend us two bowls, Ann smashed them just now."

Looking at the large bag of glass and ceramic shards he swept out, it was obvious how hysterical Mrs. Cocker was just now.

Hotch lent him two bowls, and Mr. Cocker reciprocated by giving him a small jar of his grandmother's special applesauce. "It's definitely better than anything you can buy." Mr. Cocker's tone was not without pride feel.

With applesauce, Hotch toasted a few slices of bread, paired it with some fruit yogurt jam, and boiled a pot of hot milk. The breakfast is convenient and looks good.

Before entering the tent with breakfast, he saw Mrs. Cocker coming from the direction of Clara's tent, her face was pale and her eyes were red, but she looked angry.

Clara was sitting outside the tent eating something, Hotch couldn't see her expression clearly, but somehow knew that she should be smiling.

"Bread and milk?" Wu Cong's voice interrupted his thoughts. The man who just woke up had a look of tiredness in his eyes. He stretched his clothes with the neckline half open, and a hoarse sound came from his throat. Squinting like a cat when it is rubbed comfortably.

The two children were still asleep, and Wu Cong didn't wake them up. He pulled up the coat that was placed next to him, squeezed a piece of bread and ate it.

He said yesterday that he was going to go out for a trip to the deep mountains today. Before leaving, he gave Hotch the dagger that he had worked overtime last night, and the only thing left was the pure and sharp gold in the black iron. Out of anger, Wu Cong embedded two pieces of ancient jade with yellowish color and faint red spread on the handle. This is a part cut from the jade he got from the old man who provoked the ghost a few months ago.

Wu Cong engraved a charm on the dagger to exorcise evil spirits and suppress demons. The blade tempered by the hell fire was so sharp that it cut off hair.

Hotch's fighting power is not weak, and with the addition of this dagger, Dansha can barely count as a fighting power. In addition, there is no problem in terms of safety, so he can leave with confidence.

"How long are you going?" Hotch asked.

"If it is fast, I can come back today, if it is slow, it will be three to five days." Wu Cong gave him a rough range, "If there is any situation, ten and a half months is common, and if the luck is not good, it may be three to five years."

Well, it's really a rough range.

Hotch was silent for a moment, then said, "I'll wait until this vacation is over at most."

"Yeah." Wu Cong smiled slightly, his brows and eyes were extremely gentle, "If I can't come back then, I might have to trouble you to take care of Dansha for a few days, and someone will come to pick her up later." The U.S. government stared at him Well, the Chinese government is also watching him. Even if something happens to him, those comrades will help him take good care of Dansha.

At most, he will be able to come back in ten or eight years. At worst, when he returns to the country, he can just find a place for Dansha to lie down and sleep. Maybe Dansha won't wake up when he comes back.

For beings like them, time is already the most meaningless thing.

Hotch glanced at him, but said nothing.

The wind in early autumn was cool, and there was fog in the forest. Wu Cong stuffed the paper balloon folded last night into his pocket, and walked into the forest before the fog dissipated. He walked farther and farther until he could no longer see clearly. .

The Cocker couple next door seemed to be arguing again. The voice of the woman was so shrill when she was crying, and the sound of the porcelain bowl smashing on the ground was deafening.

Hotch stood still for a while, whether it was a few seconds, or tens of seconds, he couldn't tell, until he could no longer distinguish Wu Cong's leaving back from the fog in the forest, then turned around and reheated the milk Once again, take it in and wake the two children up.

Dansha naturally accepted the fact that Wu Cong left without saying goodbye. Although her mouth was full of displeasure, she basically adjusted herself by noon, and there was no such worry as Hotch crying for Wu Cong to come back.

"Anyway, Alang will come back anyway." Dansha said it as a matter of course. When Wu Cong was in China, he often ran around the country for various things. At that time, he didn't take her with him every time. If you can guarantee her safety, take her to see the world.

Wu Cong was not around, she listened to Hotch very much, and obediently ate the vegetables she didn't like, saved a small piece of candy, and took little Jack to play near the camp.

But she didn't dare to go to the Cockers. Mrs. Cocker, who was so gentle yesterday, seemed to be a different person today, throwing tables and kicking benches fiercely.

Mr. Cocker held back his silence at first, but then he couldn't help but retorted, and the quarrel escalated again.

Not long after, Hotch saw Dansha running back dragging little Jack, with the expression "I'm so scared" written all over his little face.

"What's wrong?" he asked, holding both children in his lap.

"Ms. Cocker hit Mr. Cocker just now! It's just a 'slap', very loud!" Dansha's eyes widened, as if he had seen something incredible, "Aren't they husband and wife? Why did they fight? ?”

As soon as she finished speaking, she saw Mrs. Cocker coming out of her tent with a cold face and walking towards Clara's tent. The girl greeted her from a distance, hugged Mrs. Cocker's arm affectionately and said something, and she could vaguely hear some help. Mrs. Cocker disparages Mr. Cocker's words.

Hotch heard it, and Dansha naturally heard it too. She couldn't help being even more confused, and looked up at Hotch: "Why are you scolding Mr. Cocker like that? Don't they like each other? Then why are you getting married again?"

"Of course they get married because they love each other, but sometimes not all problems can be solved by being in love." Hotch explained to her patiently, "We always encounter many difficulties that cannot be solved by being in love, maybe it is life. It could be work, and it will gradually weaken the relationship that was already strong, and if there is no way to accommodate and coordinate with each other, then things will go bad."

"Like Daddy and Mommy." Little Jack said, "They both love me, but they can't live together anymore."

He lowered his head and played with his fingers while talking, unable to see his expression clearly.

Dansha stroked his hair as a comfort, and asked a question that Hotch and Haley had always wanted to ask but dared not touch: "Then do you still want Mom and Dad to be together?"

Little Jack remained silent, and Hotch held his breath unconsciously. He didn't know whether he wanted his son to say yes or no, the fact is that even if he was willing to give up BAU for a job that took care of the family from [-] to [-], or Haley If they are willing to return to the previous life, it is impossible for them to walk together again.

Things are different and people are different, everything is closed.

So when he saw little Jack shaking his head lightly, he couldn't explain his complicated mood.

"Now," whispered little Jack, "Daddy and Mommy are both happy, and that's fine."

Children are the most sensitive, even if adults try to cover him up, they can still see the dignified atmosphere at home. At that time, mom and dad were very unhappy, but now, even if mom becomes very busy, her eyes are always bright and vivid , Dad often smiles instead of sitting on the sofa and sighing, he thinks, that's good.

Hotch kissed his cheek and pressed his forehead against his forehead without speaking for a long time.

Dansha looked left and right, and very loyally reached out to pat their heads to comfort them.