[Comprehensive English and American] You have to pay rent even if you are a ghost

There is no rest for the undead. All the ghosts bound in this house have to live every day awake. Most of their madness comes from not being able to enjoy a moment of sleep. The soul does not need to rest, but the spirit cannot bear the eternal pain. torment.

However, fortunately or unfortunately, most of the ghosts that Tate met in this house, who have been dead for more than half a century, have wiped away their memories for a long time, and exist in ignorance, with continuous pain Let them finally ignore the pain of not being able to sleep.

He couldn't let himself fall asleep like this, God knows what this drowsiness is all about.Even if he wanted to sleep, he should go back to sleep in a safe corner in the basement.

Can't be here.

However, when Tate was struggling to resist sleepiness, Raphael, who was slowly pressing the keys, turned his head to look at him, with a faint helplessness in his expression.He leaned over slightly and blew softly into Tate's eyes.

Almost immediately, Tate's eyes closed, and his slightly stiff body fell straight to one side.

Raffaele reached out and put his arm around Tate's shoulder.He rested Tate's drooping head on his shoulders, pressing the keys of the harpsichord one by one, as if a pair of invisible hands were playing the song "Companion" for them, while Raphael was concentrating on Looking intently at the boy who had fallen asleep on his shoulder.

He stared at the top of the boy's golden-brown hair, and after a moment, he leaned over, and his lips touched the soft hair.

Raffaele hugged Tate's arm tightly, and with a little force, he picked him up horizontally and placed him on his bed.

Raffaele was lying on the other side of the bed. His bed was spacious enough for two people.

He turned sideways, propped his head on one hand, and looked at Tate quietly with his sky blue eyes.

Even with Raphael's magic power, Tate in his sleep still frowned slightly, as if he still couldn't get relief even in a dream.

Raffaele reached out and rubbed the bulge of Tate's brow. The magic power of his fingertips condensed and slowly soothed Tate's painful soul until his brow relaxed and his expression became peaceful.

Only then did Raffaele soften his brows and eyes, and whispered softly, "Sweet dream, my boy."

Pulling the quilt up over Tate and himself, Raffaele closed his eyes, preparing to spend the night of great progress in the company of his amnesiac lover.

Suddenly, Raffaele opened his eyes, and a trace of doubt flashed in the sky blue eyes.

He seemed to have forgotten something.

Well, Tate is less than two centimeters away, it's strange that he can think of anything else.

who cares.

Raffaele closed his eyes calmly.

With an excellent memory, he didn't think of anything for a while, and it wasn't important to think about it.

At the same time, in downtown Los Angeles, four blocks away from Rosewood Avenue, in the world-famous Midnight Bar, Papa Midnight sat expressionlessly in a box that was renovated two months ago, on his desk On it was the Dragon Tooth Blade that Raffaele had left behind as a deposit.

Tonight was the appointed day, but Father Midnight's sister in hell did not help him find the soul named Phoenix Stuart.

In fact, according to the way Dad Midnight did business before, regardless of whether he found the soul or not, he found it, and the hard work he put in was enough to exchange for the Dragon Tooth Blade.

It's just that Father Midnight is afraid of Raphael's power, and dare not put his previous business habits on him.

It's almost midnight, why hasn't that Raffaele Stuart come over yet? !

Is he let go, let go or let go?

And that John Constantine!

John Constantine sold fakes to him, and the transaction was over. Father Midnight naturally couldn’t trouble him because of this, but that doesn’t mean he couldn’t use other things to take revenge on that exorcist who was full of lies. .

However, John Constantine, a bar frequenter, obviously knew that he might have been exposed. He disappeared for two consecutive months, and he didn't know if he had died somewhere.

Father Midnight had no intention of taking the life of John Constantine, given that he was at the top of Hell's blacklist, and he was a human named by the King of Hell to harvest his soul himself.

Letting hell play out too early is not in keeping with the hell devil's usual fun. He has no intention of being an enemy of the devil, he is just a businessman in his own right.

So, he endured.

Just, when exactly will that Raphael Stuart come over?Even if you want to suspend the transaction, at least say it!

Father Midnight was so angry that he wanted to flip the table, but he was afraid of Raphael's strength, so he wanted to leave but couldn't, so he stalemate.

In the quiet night, amidst the gentle sound of the piano, Raffaele didn't think of the existence of Father Midnight at all. He half embraced Tate and was dreaming soundly.

***

In the early morning, the faint sunlight shone into the room through the slightly thin curtains, and sprinkled on the faces of the two sleeping peacefully on the bed with their eyes closed.

Tate's eyelashes moved, and his consciousness was gradually becoming clearer, but he instinctively rejected waking up, wanting to continue immersing himself in this half-dream and half-awake state.

Of course, he had a good night's sleep last night. To be honest, let alone after death, even during his lifetime, he hasn't had a good night's sleep since he became sensible.

He seems to be haunted by misfortune by nature, neither in real life nor in nightmares full of despair and terror, there is no room for him to breathe.

And last night, he seemed to be dreaming, but he couldn't remember what he dreamed of.And this dream didn't affect the quality of his sleep. When he gradually woke up, his bones felt numb. For the first time, he was attached to the bed, and he didn't want to open his eyes or get up.

Coupled with the warm breath brushing against his ears, and the arms resting on his body, it made him more and more tired.

……and many more!

breathe?

And arms? !

Tate opened his eyes abruptly, then turned his head sharply.

At this time, Tate, his whole body was basically embedded in Raphael's arms, his back was tightly pressed against Rafael's chest, and the warm breath that was brushing against his ears just now came from For Raphael, and the arm that held him in his arms.

Tate's face turned red.

He almost got up in a hurry and almost rolled off the bed.

However, Raffaele, who had obviously woken up early, reached out in time and gave Tate a hand, which prevented him from rolling out of bed.

"Good morning." Raffaele greeted calmly, then opened his eyes and said nonsense, "I shared my bed with you because you were tired last night, by the way, I haven't asked your name yet .”

Tate pursed his lips and whispered, "Tate."

As for the last name, he hated having the same last name as that woman.

Raffaele smiled and said, "I'm Raffaele Harmon, hello, Tate."

"...Hello, Rafa..."

"Just call me Lafite." Raffaele cut in, looking at Tate quietly with sky blue eyes, and said softly: "Because I feel very kind after seeing Tate, and I want to make friends with you .”

Tate: Liar!

Before him, he clearly admitted the wrong person before!

However, Raffaele was half-lying at a distance of less than three centimeters from him. The closer he got, the more Tate felt that his tongue had been taken away by the cat, and he didn't know what to say.

After a long silence, Tate brushed some messy hair and said in a low voice, "I... will go back first."

With that said, Tate got out of bed, he stomped on the floor, and the shoes appeared on his feet.

In fact, with his current ghost status, he can disappear in an instant, and then go to any corner of the house.But he subconsciously didn't want to do this in front of Raffaele, he wanted to walk out of this bedroom like a human, and then teleport back to the basement.

When Tate was about to leave the room, Raffaele suddenly said, "Tate."

Tate stopped at the door.

Raffaele supported his head with one hand, stared at Tate not far away with sky blue eyes, and said softly: "At eight o'clock, I want to tidy up the courtyard, together?"

Tate's lips moved. At that moment, he actually wanted to refuse, but he couldn't say the word "no".

He frowned and nodded quickly.

Tate walked out of the room with a calm face, and the next moment, he returned to the basement in an instant.

Raffaele hooked the corners of his lips, lying relaxed on the bed, his eyebrows and eyes curved.With a movement of his fingers, the curtain on the side of the bed was pulled open, and the bright sunlight penetrated into the room.

"Today's weather is really nice."

***

Turning around the neighborhood for five days in a row, and by the way, establishing his position as the top dog, Benson Harmon lost interest in the outside world, and instead became interested in the attic and basement of the house that were previously forbidden by Wampus. A strong desire to explore.

The reason why Wampus banned Benson Harmon from entering the basement was actually very simple-the kind of dark and musty corner, where a cub came and went, and had to shower and wash clothes when they got dirty.And this little guy, one of the things he hated the most in life was bathing, whether he was washing him with his tongue or pressing in the water, babbling like what Wampus was going to do to him.

As a cub nanny, even if Wampus knew that His Excellency Raffaele would not misunderstand Benson Harmon because of his mischievous behavior, this situation could of course be avoided.

Want to take fewer showers?

Then don't go to dirty places.

You know, when Benson Harmon was chasing cats and dogs outside, the targets he chased had actually passed the initial screening by Wampus, and those who could reach Benson were all cats and dogs that passed the hygiene index.Among other things, the fur must be clean.

It's just that Benson Harmon just couldn't understand the painstaking efforts of Wampus to bring up the cubs.

Although Benson Harmon had a good relationship with Wampus, after being supervised by Wampers twice, the little guy's rebellious psychology emerged.

No, early this morning, Benson Harmon grasped the magic pacifier that Rafaelette pinched for him before, and he comprehended the initial state of restraining his breath without a teacher. Behind Ann Harmon, just like that deceived the perception of Wampus, who has some feline habits and a little love for sleeping and staying in bed.

The moment Vivienne Harmon walked into the kitchen, Benson Harmon rushed back to the door of the basement, relying on his current identity as an infant spirit, walked in through the door, and thus successfully entered Wang. In the basement of the forbidden area that Perth listed for him.

Feed on the magic power given by Raffaele, Benson Harmon grew faster than the average baby, but more than two months was only enough for his skin to fade from the redness, and a small layer of soft golden color appeared on his head Fetal hair, from the length of an adult's palm before to the length of one and a half palms now.

Although this little guy can stand up and take two steps, he has to crawl most of the time.

Benson Harmon fell into the basement completely rolling and crawling. This little guy who regarded the basement as an undeveloped base for exploration didn't know that the basement was actually full of ghosts.

In this house, the murderous ghosts and evil spirits that have slaughtered innocent people and harbored malice to ordinary people are basically in the basement.

Because of Tate, Raffaele has pushed back many of his plans for the house, such as what to do with the 31 ghosts until he removes certain materials from the house.

Except for a small number of evil spirits who slaughtered some living people, most of them were killed and bound in this house.If there is no Tate, Raffaele will forcibly detain all souls in the basement, and then demolish the house. When the restraint of this house fades away, some souls should go to the next life, and some souls should go to hell.

Some crimes are not not reported, but the time has not yet come.

But Tate was here, which made Raphael's method of temporarily detaining his soul in the basement much gentler.

Hateful ghosts like Moira O'Hara who didn't kill anyone retain some freedom except certain rooms they can't get into, but they're killed without realizing it. Driven away, so that until now they don't realize that it's not that they don't want to enter a certain room, but that they can't enter.

But like the creator of most of the murders in this house, such as the evil spirit named Thaddeus Montgomery, Raffaele directly suppressed him in the basement, waiting for him to renovate the house one day Just go straight to hell.

Strictly speaking, Thaddeus Montgomery can no longer be regarded as an evil spirit, he is like a half-finished devil, and after knowing the source of his tragedy, Raffaele added the title of half-finished devil An "artificial".

To be honest, at ten o'clock in the morning on Thursday, July 7rd, the day before yesterday, before the scary sightseeing car stopped in front of his house, Raffaele never imagined that the haunted house he had just bought would be It is one of the important attractions of some people's horror sightseeing tour.

Twenty dollars a ticket, the tour guide is full of treasures, telling you the history of various haunted houses, haunted houses, and places where famous murders occurred in this city of angels.

Ordinary people nowadays are really bored.

Vivian Harmon, who was at home at the time, was livid with anger.Although the real estate agent Marcy told her that the previous owner had a murder accident, she did not say that the accident was not just one, but more than 20 times in the seventy years since its establishment!

Such a house, even if you don't believe in ghosts and gods, anyone who buys it will feel unlucky.

Raphael leaned against the window, rubbed his chin against the ticket, and listened to the tour guide's narration with great interest, and compared his narration with the current evil spirits in the house to make a judgment Who are these evil spirits with stories?

Thaddeus Montgomery wasn't hard to judge.

He was different from Tate's younger brother, Preregard Longton, who was born deformed and mentally impaired. His tragedy stemmed from a massacre and dismemberment, and after his death, Charles Montgomery, also known as Thaddeus · Montgomery's father's Frankenstein-style rescue of him.

As a surgeon, Charles Montgomery's career took a hit when he became addicted to drugs.In order to make money, at the request of Nora Montgomery, he helped some unmarried pregnant women to perform abortion operations.

Two years later, a woman who had undergone an abortion slipped the tongue in front of her boyfriend.

In revenge for the Montgomerys, the man took their child.He stole Thaddeus Montgomery, who was only three years old at the time, and a few days later, he dismembered Thaddeus Montgomery's body and returned part of it to the Montgomery couple.

A distraught Charles Montgomery attempted to resurrect their child by stitching up the dismembered body, using his previously hoarded organs and massacring a young woman, putting her still beating heart inside the stitched body .

Charles Montgomery resurrects Thaddeus, but Thaddeus is no longer the normal kid he was before.

What is mixed together are not only pieces of meat, but also the resentment and malice attached to it.

In a breakdown, Nora Montgomery shot and killed the child, before killing her husband and killing herself.

The first owner of this house died in such a way.

At this moment, Benson Harmon, who came to the basement alone to explore while his nanny Wampus was not paying attention, met this man who had been dead for more than 70 years, wearing lace-trimmed baby clothes, but with a ferocious face like a ghost from hell. Thaddeus Montgomery.

Thaddeus Montgomery emerged from the shadows, opened his mouth full of fangs and blood, and stretched out his hand to grab Benson Harmon.

All the guys in the basement are his toys.

Benson Harmon turned sharply just as Thaddeus Montgomery sprang forward.

Facing Thaddeus Montgomery's hideous and ferocious face, Benson Harmon, who was no longer trembling with fear from the sacrificial ceremony, stood up unsteadily, and opened his eyes to Thaddeus Montgomery. own mouth.

Benson Harmon, who only had two small teeth, was still extremely cute even after imitating Thaddeus's hideous appearance, and rushed towards Thaddeus Montgomery with a "meow".

I believe that at that moment, Thaddeus Montgomery himself was in a daze—it was the first time in so many years that someone dared to fight back, and he was still such a soft little guy.

Also, there are drawbacks to letting a cat or leopard be a nanny after all, even if he is just a statue, but he still has a bit of a cat and leopard habit.Otherwise, after he moved to Los Angeles with the Harmon family, the first thing he did was to hunt all the cats and dogs in the neighborhood to determine the location of his boss.

And Benson Harmon, after the alternative precepts and deeds, he learned the "essence" of Wampus fighting.

Thaddeus Montgomery was beaten and screamed by Benson Harmon.

Yes, Benson Harmon's small arms and legs are as tender as lotus roots, as if they would break if he pinched them, but after all, he is not a human being, but an infant spirit, or an infant who was given a lot of amulets by Raffaele. spirit.

Anyone who lays hands on Benson Harmon has the same effect as biting on a porcupine quill.

Small fights won't touch the amulet, but with a fatal bite like Thaddeus Montgomery's, all the attacks bounce back.Thaddeus had scratched and bited so hard before, and these attacks turned around and fell on himself.

Thaddeus, who had been domineering for many years, let out a scream of weakness for the first time, with bloodstains all over his body, shrinking his neck and trying to escape.But Benson Harmon didn't have the consciousness of chasing after him at all. He was riding on Thaddeus' body, babbling slogans in his mouth, waving his soft fists, and beating Thaddeus vigorously. Erce.

To be honest, Benson Harmon's fist attack is nothing compared to the talisman's rebound attack.

This scene stunned Tate who returned to the corner of the basement to sort out his mood.

That little guy, Tate knew, Raffaele called him Benson, Benson Harmon, and if he guessed correctly, he was Raffaele's brother.

Because it wasn't Thaddeus killing people at all, but the scene of Thaddeus being beaten violently, Tate froze in place for a moment, not knowing what to do.

However, the person who appeared next made Tate's heart tighten.

This time out of the darkness was a beautiful woman in a long white dress with exquisite makeup. It was the original mistress of this house, Nora Montgomery.

Nora Montgomery tightly held the silk handkerchief in her hand and fixed her eyes on Benson Harmon. She was completely fascinated by this cute little Yuxue guy.She murmured: "Child..."

Tate's body was stiff, and he hadn't forgotten Mrs. Nora Montgomery's long-standing obsession.

Nora Montgomery's appearance made him suffer a lot, and Thaddeus, who was almost bursting with grievances, whimpered and rushed towards Nora Montgomery.But also because of this movement, Benson Harmon's body tilted, and he was about to fall off Thaddeus.

Tate and Nora Montgomery were anxious, and they rushed over at the same time, but Tate took a step ahead of Nora Montgomery and hugged Benson Harmon.

Benson Harmon's light blue eyes widened. He tilted his head and looked at Tate. Well, the familiar smell is his brother's smell!

Benson Harmon stretched out his arms without hesitation, and hugged Tate's neck.

Tate's body froze to a log.

Thaddeus, who was out of trouble, also threw himself at Nora Montgomery's feet, whimpering like a beaten puppy, seeking comfort at his master's feet.

But at this moment, Nora Montgomery didn't want to appease him at all, or, in her opinion, this Thaddeus was not her child at all!

The perfect child she longed for is not such an ugly one!

Nora Montgomery raised her hand without hesitation, and said sharply, "Leave!"

Thaddeus flinched, and he slowly retreated into the darkness, disappearing.

Nora Montgomery's eyes fell on Benson Harmon in Tate's arms.

"Child..." Nora Montgomery looked at Benson Harmon intently, eyes blurred, and murmured, "My child..."

Tate bit his lip hard and stepped back from Nora Montgomery's hand as she tried to take Benson Harmon from his arms.

Nora Montgomery looked eagerly at Tate.

"...This is not your child."

Tate's voice was difficult, and he felt guilty because he was protected by Nora Montgomery when he was a child, so he was not hurt by the previous Thaddeus.Less than a year ago, when he learned that Nora Montgomery wanted a child, he even chose to kill the previous owner in exchange for a new family to achieve the promise of giving Nora Montgomery a child possible.

But now, a perfect baby that was supposed to be a ghost, Tate couldn't give him to Nora Montgomery.

Tate's arm holding Benson Harmon trembled slightly. He didn't dare to look into Nora Montgomery's eyes, and said in a low voice, "This is Rafi, Raphael's younger brother."

"It's, my, my, child!" Enraged by Tate's attitude, Nora Montgomery raised her voice and glared at Tate angrily.

Immediately, she recognized him.

"You said it, you said you would give me a baby. But now, what are you doing?!"

"...Sorry, Nora." Tate let out a long breath, looked at Nora who was trembling with anger, and slowly stepped aside, saying in a low voice, "Only Raphael's brother can't do it."

Nora Montgomery's eyes were red.

However, at this moment, Benson Harmon let go of the arm that was holding Tate, pressed two chubby hands on Tate's shoulders, twisted his body, and unexpectedly escaped from Tate's arms.

"and many more!"

Startled, Tate quickly reached out to grab it, but Benson Harmon had already jumped into Nora Montgomery's arms.

Nora Montgomery was stunned for a moment, and then she hugged Benson Harmon tightly as if she was hugging a baby, but thinking of the fragility of the baby, she quickly loosened her arms and hugged the baby tenderly. It looked extremely fragile, but in fact it was a little baby who was beaten by Thaddeus just now.

Tate looked in disbelief at Benson Harmon, who took the initiative to defect to Nora Montgomery, and when Nora Montgomery wanted to take Benson Harmon away, he quickly stood in front of them and said, "Wait a minute !" He looked at Benson Harmon, "What the hell are you doing—?"

Then Tate was overwhelmed by what Benson Harmon did next.

The little one had one hand around Nora Montgomery's neck, and the other reached out to wipe the tears from her face.

Nora Montgomery lowered her head, and Benson Harmon immediately showed her a bright smile with only two small teeth, and pressed two wet kisses on the side of her face without milk fragrance.

Nora Montgomery's emotions suddenly lost control at that moment.

She hugged Benson Harmon and wept bitterly, murmuring "My child, my Thaddeus."

Benson Harmon wiped her tears with his little hand.

Tate pursed his lips tightly, feeling terribly embarrassed about himself now.

He couldn't let Nora Montgomery take away Raffaele's younger brother, but in the current situation, it was Benson Harmon who took the initiative to defect to Nora, and immediately he cried and comforted him, obviously he was an outsider. Can't get in at all.

How to do?

Take the child by hand?

Sure this little renegade Benson Harmon won't come back and bite him?

Given that he obviously likes Nora Montgomery.

Just when he was hesitating, he suddenly felt something, raised his head subconsciously, and saw a pair of piercing cat eyes shining in the darkness on the steps of the basement entrance.

This is... the Harmon family's pet, the leopard cat named Wampus?

The fluffy cat of Wampus has resignation written all over its face.

Anyone who is tossing and turning in his favorite den and enjoying the happiness of lying in bed is awakened by a voice telling him to see the child, he will have a sudden heart attack, subconsciously wondering if he was caught fishing while working .

Obviously not, Benson Harmon usually doesn't get up until eight o'clock, sleeps with a magic pacifier in his mouth, and sips when he's hungry, what a happy life.

Now, it's only 07:30.

Wampus walked down the stone steps with elegant cat steps, and the long tail behind him swept out a small clean area, and then lay there directly, lazily picking up his paws.

His Excellency Raffaele's meaning is very clear. He has no objection to Benson's contact with some ghosts in this house. After all, Benson usually doesn't have any playmates. His current ghost status is not yet available to Mr. Harmon and Mr. Harmon. Mrs. Harmon explained.

Since Benson likes this lady, it doesn't matter if they play together as long as they don't get hurt.

In particular, Raffaele felt that with Nora Montgomery's background and cultivation, teaching children was quite enough.

Raffaele directly positioned Nora Montgomery as a governess.

Wampus glanced at Benson Harmon, who was getting tired of being with Nora Montgomery, then he turned his head and nodded at Tate who was standing stiffly aside, and said, "Let me watch Benson." ,do not worry."

The young man in front of him is exactly the same as the original Phoenix Stuart. Judging by His Excellency Raffaele's attitude, this must be the reincarnation of that one.

Tate nodded calmly. He had seen this cat before, and he had also seen him speak human words.

Well, not surprising.

Tate took another look at Benson Harmon, and then heard the cat talking nonsense with its eyes open: "It's eight o'clock, you go to your business."

"Eight o'clock?" Tate was startled. He got up at 07:30 and agreed to meet in the courtyard at eight o'clock. Is it already time?

Not at all suspecting that a cat had lied to him, Tate hurried out of the basement.

When he passed the living room, he saw Raffaele leaning against the living room door.

On the wall of the living room, the clock showed that it was seven forty-two.

Tate: "..."

He was tricked by a cat!

Although he was not in the basement, he secretly placed a magic wire to eavesdrop, and urged Perth to go down to save the scene at the right time. Raffaele smiled at Tate and said softly: "I knew it, and you too can not wait anymore."

Tate: ...No, he was just fooled by a cat.

Raffaele reached for Tate's hand.

Tate ducked.

But Raffaele was not discouraged, and made persistent efforts, grabbed Tate's cold palm, and when he tried to break free again, his fingers lightly rubbed against the back of Tate's hand, and said with a light smile, "It's so cold. "

Tate frowned and said in a low voice, "Then let go."

The hands of the dead are as cold as ice, there is nothing to hold them.

Raffaele bent his eyes at Tate, and carefully held Tate's palm without letting go of Tate's palm.In fact, it was a bit of a struggle. After all, Tate's fingers were long and slender, with well-defined joints. It was not enough for Raffaele to cover them all with one hand, but they covered almost three-quarters of them.

Rafael Elevin said softly, "I'll warm your hands."

Tate: "..."

He turned his head, his ears turning red.

Raffaele held Tate's hand with one hand, and picked up the tool bucket at the door of the living room with the other, which contained shovels, hoes, and gardening shears.

Just as Raffaele was walking out, Vivienne Harmon called him to stop.

"Rafi."

Raffaele turned his head, and immediately a sun hat was put on his head.Vivienne Harmon smiled and said, "Don't get sunburned."

"Got it, thank you."

Raffaele walked out with a sun hat on, and Tate walked beside him. When Tate walked out of the villa, his head sank slightly. He looked up, but it was a hat of the same style. The visor fell on his head.

Raffaele blinked at him.

Tate pursed his lips, the corners of his lips were slightly raised.

Raffaele took the gardening shears and trimmed the hedges around the house. Although it was faster to use magic, but this kind of work, Tate was on the side to help pass a tool or something. Raffaele liked this kind of work Feel.

After trimming the hedge, Raffaele moved his fingers lightly, and the cut branches began to roll against the lawn. Together with the excess blades of grass cut off by invisible forces, they rolled silently to the designated position, waiting for the final arrangement throw away.

Trimming the hedge can be regarded as a sweet moment with lovers, but for weeding or something, you can use magic instead of doing it yourself.

He hates weeding.

With the hedges done, Raffaele turned to the trees in the yard.

The tulip bulbs that Lafayette planted six days ago are growing very well, and now they have grown stems and leaves as long as little fingers.

Raffaele started pruning a nearby blueberry tree.

In fact, this is not a good time to prune blueberry trees. These two almost seven-foot-high blueberry trees have already hung green fruits, but because they were neglected before, the number of fruits is not much.

Tate looked at Raffaele who was pruning the blueberry tree, hesitated for a moment, and said in a low voice, "Your brother is with Mrs. Montgomery."

Raffaele: "..."

Kacha Kacha pruning.

Tate: "Mrs. Montgomery was the first mistress of this house. She always wanted a perfect child. Your brother fits her selection criteria very well."

Raffaele: "..."

Kacha Kacha pruning.

Tate: "Although the cat is also in the basement, but... you are not worried?"

Raffaele: "..."

Kacha Kacha pruning.

Tate couldn't help but took a step forward, and raised his voice slightly: "Raffaele!"

The clicking sound stopped abruptly.

Raffaele turned his head, he supported the sun hat on his head, his sky blue eyes showed an innocent expression in the shadow covered by the brim of the hat, he suddenly realized, and said: "Oh, Tate, dear, So you were talking to me before?"

Tate: "..."

Raphael tilted his head with a smile, and said, "Just call it Lafite, isn't such a long name a mouthful?"

Tate: If you want, shake your hands and go.

Seeing that Tate's face was tense, and there were obvious signs of growing anger, Raffaele immediately took over Tate's previous conversation, and said seriously: "That kid Benson is very tough, and Wampus is watching, It'll be fine."

Tate looked indifferent: "Oh."

Raffaele stretched out his hand, hooked Tate's finger with his index finger, and shook it.With a smile on his face, he said softly: "I know you are worried about Benson, I will catch that kid later, you can pinch his face well, and you will live up to your concern for him now."

You can also report a small revenge by the way.

Although Raffaele had nothing against Benson Harmon contacting other ghosts, if he dared to go to other ghosts while Tate was holding him, it would have to be dealt with.

Who is Tate?

That's his future brother-in-law!

Tate couldn't comprehend Raffaele's desire to help him get back for a while, so he pursed his lips and stopped talking.

In fact, his usual words are not so small, but in front of Raphael, he is always worried that he will say the wrong thing, which will make Raphael resentful and repulsive.After all, he is different from normal people. In the eyes of the psychiatrist, his values ​​are collapsed and chaotic, and if he talks too much, he will accidentally bring out a little bit.

Raffaele knew that Tate had a knot in his heart, which probably had something to do with the blood and sin stained on him.His eyelashes drooped, and the smile on his lips faded a bit, but there was nothing unusual in his voice, and he said, "Tate, I found out."

Tate looked at Raffaele.

Raffaele scratched Tate's palm with his fingertips, and when he was trying to withdraw his hand, he squeezed his fingers. He winked at Tate and said: "You peeked at the flowers I planted, why don't you?" Cracked the soil and dug out the bulbs."

"I didn't dig it out." Tate subconsciously said, "I just scraped away the surrounding soil and took a look..." There was a little grievance in his expression, "I didn't dig it out."

"Okay." Raffaele nodded sharply, "I was wrong, I apologize. To make up for you, after these bulbs bloom, I will give you all the flowers."

Tate was stunned for a moment, and murmured, "Give it all to me?"

"Yeah." Raffaele nodded solemnly, "It's all yours."

Tate blinked blankly, always feeling that something was wrong.

"The weather in Los Angeles is good, and it is estimated that they will bloom in another month. Of course—" Raffaele looked at Tate and said slowly: "If you like, I can let them now flowering."

"Still...don't want it." Tate whispered, "Mr. Harmon and Mrs. Harmon don't know about your special power."

The bulbs that had just been planted for a few days turned into flowers in an instant. Either someone went to a flower shop to buy ready-made flowers and planted them in the yard, or supernatural forces were at work.

Raffaele's eyes were soft, and his right hand was grasped in vain, and stretched out in front of Tate.

The next moment, the emerald green stem grew in his hands, the needle-shaped leaves stretched out, and the cup-shaped purple flowers appeared in front of Tate's eyes, and there was even a drop of dew on the delicate petals.

"Then, take this first?"

He recovered his past memory on June 25 of this year. Before he came to Los Angeles to meet Tate on July 21, he would put a purple tulip in front of the tombstone by the lake every morning. , The flowers he sent were finally received by that person.

Purple tulip, which means eternal love.

The author has something to say:

#818 The hot Tate who was cheated by the cat#

Tate: These days, don't even cats have honest cats?

Wampus: Meow~

Raffaele: Well done!

***

Raffaele is a master of tricks, the appraisal is complete.

After the liver exploded, I fell down weakly_(:з」∠)_