Mr. Landlord [Comprehensive Yingmei]

The inclination of the fireworks is not obvious, just shaking slightly, and it is impossible to see it unless you look carefully. Wu Cong seemed to have not noticed, and he just scribbled on the talisman papers, and the talisman papers fell and piled up to form a circle. He placed the small pile of talisman papers very casually, and he didn't raise his head after drawing a piece of paper, so that the left corner of the whole talisman paper pile protruded, and the right side concaved.

After drawing like this for a while, he put down the pen, stroked his wrist with his fingertips, and immediately opened a wound. Thick and black blood slowly oozed from the wound, and Wu Cong changed a talisman pen After dipping it directly between his wrists, his blood coagulated extremely quickly, and within a few seconds the blood from the wound coagulated into small clots, and fresh blood had to be squeezed out of the contracted and healed wound repeatedly.

Using blood as ink, the talisman fell down quickly, and while the blood was still dry, it was drawn in one go by Qi machine. The slightly black blood was forced by the spiritual energy into a bright red color, and the previous ink was not attached to the paper. It has fallen, and the light red smoke is steaming up. It seems that the beautiful scene of flowers and ink is born in a trance, which makes people feel infatuated after looking at it.

Wu Cong put away his pen, threw the drawn spell into the pile of spells, tilted his head and chuckled, "Why are you looking at me?"

Hotch smiled and praised his lover honestly, "Very beautiful."

"Thanks for the compliment." Wu Cong accepted his lover's compliment with raised eyebrows, raised his hand in a good mood and extinguished the candle, twisted his neck, stood up and beat his waist, just like an old man.

Dansha lazily wrapped around Hotch's wrist and let out a "hissing" laugh, the tip of his tail flickered up and down, and the small black bean eyes were half-opened and half-closed, but he was much more energetic than before.

Wu Cong replaced the rice outside the window with new ones. In winter, the birds are not well-off, and they are all tight and skinny. Just as he put the rice on, he saw a few small sparrows landed down and pecked with their heads down. Immediately afterwards, there were a few magpies, crows, and even parrots that flew out from an unknown house, and they landed on the window sill in groups to enjoy the hard-to-find delicacy in winter.

Of course, they are very polite diners, they not only pay attention to protecting the dining environment, never leave any undue stains on the window sill, and occasionally bring Wu Cong some small gifts in return——Liang Shiny coins, broken ribbons, or other small things that birds like very much, Wu Cong collected a box full of them.

Today's unexpected visitor is an owl. It looks like it has flown a long, long way, and its feathers are wet with snow, making it even more petite.

Wu Cong's window sill rarely welcomes such carnivorous birds, he gladly opened the window and took out some minced meat to entertain this rare guest, and at the same time beckoned Hotch to come and have a look.

"This is a barn owl." Hotch quickly identified the visitor's identity. The little barn owl seemed to be traveling far for the first time. Standing on Wu Cong's window sill, although they are carnivorous, they will also eat some high-protein grains in order to survive, especially now that it is difficult to shake its wings, some are good to eat, Don't dare to ask for more.

Wu Cong brought out a small bowl of minced meat and placed it beside him. The little barn owl stared stiffly and did not dare to move. Wu Cong couldn't help laughing and touched its wet feathers: "It's so cute, no wonder the peacock A few of the family are calling for support every day."

"You'd better stay away, it's almost fainted from fright." Hotch sighed speechlessly, and the little doctor's eloquent science popped up in his mind again, and those cute and cute pictures of owls with wide eyes that were widely circulated on the Internet , is actually a sign of their extreme fear, just like this little barn owl, who was too frightened to even move.

"Okay." Wu Cong could also vaguely feel the little barn owl's emotions, spread his hands and took a few steps back to close the window, and leaned lazily beside Hotch, "I wanted to bring it back for Dansha to play with."

Hotch tapped the half-dream and half-awake little snake on his wrist: "She probably wants a roast duck more."

"It's the same for Jack to play with." Wu Cong put his hand on Hotch's hand, and narrowed his eyes with a smile, "They are... children anyway." He said the word "our" very vaguely, Hotch turned his head and glanced He glanced at him, but didn't hold on to it, just said: "I don't know how they are playing."

"Don't worry, nothing will happen." Wu Cong said with a smile. In the current situation, Jack, Haley, and other ordinary people who are close to Hotch are better off staying away from the center of the vortex.

He casually pulled Haley's boss to add a soul-stirring technique, asking the other party to give Haley a multi-person luxury China tour as an employee benefit, and sent their family to China in a package. You don't have to mix it up with 鸑鷟.

Hotch looked through the e-mail, and there was a whole row of emails from China, and the lines revealed the meaning of not wanting to leave. Little Jack and the others have just arrived in Hangzhou from Shanghai, and they are going to play in the West Lake tomorrow, to see "Broken Bridge and Remnant Snow".

The four Chinese characters of Broken Bridge and Remnant Snow were obviously copied and pasted. None of them understood what it was. Wu Cong took a look after him and said with a dumb smile: "They can't see Broken Bridge and Remnant Snow. It won't snow."

This year is a warm winter, not to mention the snow, the temperature in Hangzhou is estimated to be below the freezing point during the Chinese New Year.

Hotch shrugged, picked and replied to his son's emails, and looked at Wu Cong after finishing writing, "Do you want to write a few words?"

Wu Cong thought for a while, then typed out a piece of travel guide for the West Lake, and then called an old friend who lived by the West Lake to ask him to take care of it. There are not many tourist attractions but there are many people. The old and the young are squeezed together so there is no surprise.

Hotch took advantage of Wu Cong's phone call and added a few words of greeting to Wu Cong's dry reply and sent it, and then checked the mailbox, and there was an email from his brother Sean, who was directly airdropped to France for further study Cooking skills, it is estimated that there is no need to expect to come back before Christmas.

Wu Cong hangs up the phone, and lazily sits next to Hotch to watch him reply emails. He has to squeeze together with Hotch in the huge double bed, and the two of them rolled up a quilt to tease the cinnabar wrapped around Hotch's wrist.

Before the little girl woke up from hibernation, she was sleepy enough and couldn't fall asleep after being poked by Wu Cong. In a rage, she opened her mouth and bit Wu Cong's finger.

But it is useless, the cinnabar is a non-toxic red python, her two rows of small teeth can't even bite the skin of Wu Cong, she can only move and move her teeth, and her cheeks hurt from biting, and finally flicked her tail Angrily, he stuffed his head into Hotch's sleeve, refusing to talk to the wicked A Lang.

The little barn owl outside the window looked at the two people hugging each other in the room, and tilted its head slightly. Just now, a small bowl of minced meat had restored its physical strength. It decided to bring something in return. The smell is a bit scary. of humans.

The bird has no wealth. It stood on the window sill and patrolled left and right for a long time. Its eyes lit up and it spread its wings and glided out soundlessly.

In a blink of an eye, it was late at night, Hotch and Wu Cong turned off the lights early to go to bed, and the moonlight calmly shone on the dark curtains.

As the breeze blew, wisps of smoke flowed in from the cracks in the window, and the piles of talisman papers on the tables flickered suddenly, causing the smoke to soak into the handwriting on the talisman paper.

The smoke gradually thickened, turning into pieces of withered willow leaves on the pile of talisman papers.

Early the next morning, when Wu Cong was watering the flowers and collecting the small bowl, he found a beautiful sapphire ring in the empty bowl on the window sill. The huge sapphire base was engraved with everyone's family crest. Wu Cong picked it up slightly. Raising his eyebrows, he put away the ring as if nothing had happened, and asked Hotch what side dishes he would like for breakfast.

Today's staple food is still porridge, but the soup base has been changed from chicken soup to bone soup. Chopped green vegetables are mixed with minced meat and rolled between the rice grains. A thick layer of rice oil, the rich aroma wafts from the room to the outside, from the second floor to the third floor.

Within a few minutes, he ushered in an army of Cengfan.

Song Yu took the bowl of noodles and did not change his face, and confidently plundered half of the pot of porridge. Wu Cong's own pickled side dishes were also divided into two jars, and he returned home with a full load and was treated like a hero.

Zhao Changle was almost stunned by the scent coming from downstairs. He looked at the bowl in Song Yu's hand eagerly. He was so obedient that he would call him daddy if he called him daddy. Isn't the night treaty of humiliating power and humiliating the country just navel oranges? I just rode them for the sake of eating, and it's not like I haven't ridden them before.

With the looks and figure of Mr. Song Xianyu, if he prostitutes, he will make money and not lose money.

Sipping porridge with a mouthful of hot and sour pickles, Zhao Changle squinted his eyes contentedly, feeling that the French dinner he ate last night was nothing short of scum.

Zhao Changle sighed deeply when he looked at the porridge in the bowl, the well-marinated side dishes in the small porcelain jar, and at Mr. Song who sat beside him and could at best bake a biscuit.

Even if it looks good, it can't be eaten as a meal. Whenever this is the case, I especially want to return it.

Having said that, Zhao Changle still honestly gave Mr. Song a hard-working beggar(?) a sweet and deep kiss.

Dog food was distributed upstairs, but the painting style downstairs was more serious. Wu Cong and Hotch discussed the case while eating.

"Does it look familiar?" Wu Cong tapped the willow leaves on the table, and the withered willow leaves turned green as if time had passed.

Hotch shook his head, he really didn't have any impression of it, no matter how perceptive he was usually, he wouldn't be able to tell if a leaf looked familiar.

"That's right." Wu Cong smiled, and raised his hand to bring a wrapped brocade handkerchief, "This is what fell on you before."

Spread out the Jinpa, inside is a piece of green willow leaves.