Mr. Landlord [Comprehensive Yingmei]

"who are you?"

Hotch couldn't answer Wu Cong's question, not because he didn't want to answer, but because he couldn't answer.

Even if he said it, Wu Cong couldn't hear it.

Can you make the person on the TV screen hear you?Of course not.

So Wu Cong couldn't hear Hotch's voice, but the monk's instinct made him aware of Hotch's existence.

But he didn't really care that he had an extra soul that didn't know where it came from. Lonely ghosts wouldn't last long in this world, so it's better to let him stay on his body so that he can live longer.

Left and right can't produce any burden on themselves.

His heart is also big enough.

Wu Cong's life almost satisfied all the fantasies of ordinary people about hermits, with bamboo huts and jade couches, listening to pine and playing the piano, gurgling streams outside the door, and greenery all over the place.

Hotch's perception of the outside world comes entirely from Wu Cong. What he sees is what he sees, what he hears is what he hears, and what he feels is what he feels. Wu Cong cultivates or sleeps Sometimes Hotch will lose consciousness, and when he wakes up, Hotch will also wake up.

Wu Cong raises two little girls. Dansha Hotch, who likes to wear red dresses, is very familiar with him. The other one who is often dressed in green is Qingzhu. She is shy, gentle and amiable. The mischievous Dansha and Wu Cong, the silly father who indulged Dansha, taught him a lesson like an adult.

This is a completely different Wu Cong from what Hotch has seen. Every day, he lazily reads books and Doudou Bird, and occasionally goes down the mountain to buy some daily necessities and small things that little girls will like in the small town at the foot of the mountain. Stuff, when he goes down the mountain, he will often bring some medicinal materials to give a half-day free clinic in the town, and when he encounters a troublesome monster, he will seal it into an ancient painting, saying earnestly that after a long time, he will be reincarnated It doesn't matter if they listen or not.

It's like a cat, snoring contentedly after basking in the sun, exuding from his bones the kindness that shouldn't exist in him--that's not innocence that doesn't touch the world, but that it can see clearly but still be able to All-encompassing tenderness.

Not saying it doesn't mean that he is really ignorant, and he has never shown mercy to Wu Cong, who has malicious intentions.

Even the "lonely ghost" who was attached to him but never gave him any response, he often said a few words to himself to prevent the other party from being too lonely.

There is an old saying that a good man is deceived by others, but fortunately, the way of heaven always takes good care of him, so that he can still maintain his heart and do what he wants to do, without being trapped by money, and has never been troubled by cultivation. For him, they are all things that are within easy reach. Hundreds of years have passed by in a hurry, and the brows and eyes are still the willful appearance of a boy with a white horse and light fur.

When going down the mountain, Wu Cong was the first to buy a bunch of candy. Hotch couldn’t help but sigh when he saw it. He didn’t know where Wu Cong got his confidence. He felt that children like to eat candy. In fact, dansha is okay. Qingzhu doesn’t like sweet food at all. , half of this pile of sugar must be wasted in the end.

After buying the candy, Wu Cong bought some dough figurines and hair accessories, and took back some clothes he had ordered from the tailor shop. The clothes can't be broken for several years by removing dust and sheltering from the rain, but this doesn't stop him from ordering a few fashionable new clothes and jewelry for the two little girls every month.

"Girls should have new clothes to wear every day." Wu Cong took it for granted that the young master who came from a noble family mostly knew women's dresses from the female relatives in the family when he was young. The serving maid also cuts a few new clothes every season and buys some fresh jewelry, not to mention his mother and sisters who have never worn the same clothes again.

Walking down the mountain, his hands were full of big bags and small bags. Wu Cong stuffed things into his sleeves and walked back to the mountain. When he saw medicinal herbs and treasures on the way, he picked some and put them away. He arrived at the bamboo building in a short time.

"Alang!"

"Aron."

The two little girls threw themselves into Wu Cong's arms one after the other, similar faces with different smiles, Dansha was warmer, Qingzhu was shyer, and Wu Cong hugged each other slowly and kissed each other one by one. Delicious pastries and sweets were distributed.

"Alang is the best!" Dansha hugged the pine nuts happily and licked them. Qingzhu whispered "Thank you, Alang" and then said: "I made sweet-scented osmanthus cake. Do you want some, Alang?"

"Okay." Wu Cong stroked Qingzhu's hair with a smile, "My family's Qingzhu is the most powerful."

Qing Zhu blushed, turned her head shyly and ran to the kitchen.

"Do you want me to help?" Wu Cong asked.

Qing Zhu paused, and shouted: "Ah Lang, just make tea!"

Dansha giggled and said, "If Ah Lang enters the kitchen, the kitchen will collapse!"

"The little villain knows how to narrow me down." Wu Cong picked up the cinnabar and threw it a few times, pretending to be angry, "See how I teach you."

Dansha laughed and jumped off Wu Cong's hand, "Alang can't catch me!"

The breeze is coming, and the years are quiet.

Day by day, Hotch really felt that time is really meaningless for monks. Sometimes Wu Cong sleeps with his eyes closed (practice) and when he wakes up, the mountains have changed from spring buds to white snow , I don’t know if it’s been a year or a few years, but in the blink of an eye, the young girl in the small town at the foot of the mountain is full of children and grandchildren. The saplings planted when she first came here are lush and lush, and even the emperors in this world don’t know how many times they have changed.

The vicissitudes of life at the foot of the mountain have no effect on the people on the mountain. Wu Cong still looks like that, and when he smiles, he looks like a jade tree in Qionglin. Playing wildly in the mountains, the most worrying thing is that the handsome new scholar at the foot of the mountain is about to marry a wife.

Only Hotch became more and more worried, he was worried about the catastrophe that Wu Cong once told him, the catastrophe that almost shattered Wu Cong's entire world.

But he is just a bystander, powerless to everything.

As the years went by, Wu Cong showed more and more a carefree appearance, except that he still kept the cinnabar and green bamboo tightly protected. He just spent his days leisurely in the mountains, touching two copper coins and throwing a few from time to time. This time, I didn't know what I was divining, so no matter what the result was, I just smiled casually twice.

"Are you still there?" Wu Cong said suddenly one day, "Anyway, I think you should be still there." He has never forgotten this ghost that haunted him many years ago.

"I'm dying." Wu Cong said lightly, as if saying that the weather is good, "You can't use my body, you'd better change the host as soon as possible."

He didn't wait for Hotch to react, and continued on his own: "My death date is about a few years ago. The mausoleum has been repaired a long time ago. It is very beautiful. All the things I like are put in it. I will wear it when the time comes." The black robe at the bottom of the box, the sachet embroidered by cinnabar for me, and the net made of green bamboo must not be forgotten, if I don’t take it with me, I will die in turmoil..."

He drank a lot of wine and babbled a lot. It was more like talking to himself than talking to someone. Obviously, he had already planned his own affairs before he knew how long ago, and he seemed to have no nostalgia for the world.

Hotch wanted to tell him what was about to happen, but even though he shouted, Wu Cong didn't realize it.

So that day came as expected, the pine nut candy brought back from the mountain rolled all over the ground, and the blood seemed to dye everything a terrible red.

Hotch felt Wu Cong's mood without hindrance.

Hatred, that's right, it's so hateful that I can't wait to eat its flesh and lay down its skin.

Despair, that's right, he lost everything overnight, how can he describe his mood just by despair.

But there is a different sound quietly in a certain corner.

it's all my fault.

I did not protect them.

If only I had come back sooner.

If only I hadn't left.

Is it all not going to happen.

It was my fault……

Such deep self-blame echoed in my heart over and over again, and the voice became louder and louder, and it became more and more difficult to ignore.

hate it?

hate.

Since Huang Pizi deserves to die, what face does he have to live.

The inner demon gradually arises, on the one hand, the six relatives deny the bloodthirsty and ruthless, all he can think about is to smash Huang Pizi into thousands of pieces, on the other hand, he cannot extricate himself from the guilt and self-blame, and imprison him firmly and cannot be released.

As time went by, Dansha was still unconscious, and facing Dansha every day made him hate himself even gradually more than he hated Huang Pizi.

He can't find the green bamboo, and he can't save Dansha, why is he still alive?

Like a walking dead, using a yellow leather to cover up his hatred for himself, living so meekly in the world?

Wu Cong has never been freed, the inner demons tormented him day after day, his despair and madness became more and more day by day, and it didn't take long for him to see the former appearance of the angry horse in fresh clothes, only lifeless, The eyes are mean and cold.

Hotch is very familiar with his appearance, including his state. He has encountered similar situations more than once when handling cases. A little bit towards extremes.

Under normal circumstances, he would definitely suggest that Wu Cong immediately find a psychiatrist for systematic diagnosis and treatment, but in this situation...

Even though he knew that he was doing futile work, he still tried to tell Wu Cong that it was not his fault over and over again, and he couldn't help but smile wryly as he muttered.

Hotch thinks that maybe he needs a psychiatrist too. It may be abnormal for him to have no mental problems in a state where he can't communicate with people and can only watch for a long time. He can already foresee that even if Even if he managed to get out of the current situation, he might still have some special feelings for Wu Cong.

Of course, it's not love, but think about it if you are forced to stare at the same person for tens or hundreds of years, and you can't communicate with anyone. In other words, if you are so familiar with him that you can know what he is thinking when you raise your eyebrows and blink your eyes, and you have much more empathy for his tragic experience than listening to the story at the time, then what do you want? In order to prevent the other party from becoming a special existence that is difficult to replace in your heart?

Both Hotch and Wu Cong are in urgent need of a psychiatrist, but Wu Cong is a little more ill and needs a little more. In the situation of lack of medicine and medicine, Hotch has to try his best to communicate with him.

Even if it was useless, he couldn't allow himself to just give up.

The turning point of the matter occurred after the red rope on Wu Cong's wrist broke, and a strand of soul floated out from the red rope, vaguely in the shape of a green bamboo, this strand of soul was very faint, probably only a part of it.

Most importantly, she could see Hotch.

"This is the environment created by Alang's heart demon." She said, "I am only a part of it. I can't break it, but I have a way to break it."

"Can you lend me some strength?" She held out her hand to Hotch, "I have something to say to A Lang."

Hotch took her hand.

It was very cold, bone-chillingly cold, like holding a handful of ice cubes with bare hands, sucking away all the heat from his body.

"Thank you." Qingzhu laughed two dimples.

Wu Cong drank all the wine that he had been reluctant to drink, so now he was as drunk as a shrimp that was about to go to the pot, watching a person who had never seen but had an extremely familiar aura appearing in front of him with hazy eyes.

"You are..." Wu Cong looked at Hotch uncertainly, "That soul?"

The soul that has always been by his side and never left, one of the very few existences that he can still feel comforted by.

"Are you leaving too..." His expression was a little dazed, Hotch was forced to watch him for tens of years, and he was watched by the other party for hundreds of years, from the initial slight discomfort to Later, I gradually got used to it until I felt that the other party had become an existence like air.

Maybe he didn't pay much attention to it at ordinary times, but now when he thinks about the moment he is leaving, it feels like suffocating pain.

"Ah Lang..." Qingzhu sighed softly, and walked out from behind Hotch.

Seeing Wu Cong's current appearance, she may be the most uncomfortable.

"Green...bamboo..." Wu Cong stretched out his hand hesitantly, his fingertips trembling, fearing that what he touched would be another cloud of bubbles like before.

"Ah Lang..." Qingzhu sniffed her nose with tears in her eyes, and then raised her fist without hesitation and hit Wu Cong on the face.

"..." Hotch looked at the scene of domestic violence (?) in front of him, hiding his inner turmoil with a calm expression.

Crying and beating at the same time, the one who was beaten and the one who beat someone cried with their heads in their arms after beating.