Mr. Landlord [Comprehensive Yingmei]

In a blink of an eye, there is only a tail left in summer, and the weather in mid-October has gradually become cooler, indicating that autumn is coming.

Dansha's various red skirts have also been replaced with cute overalls and knitted sweaters, but they are still so small, showing no sign of growing up.

Regarding Hotch's question, Wu Cong said that the little girl had just shed her skin for the second time three years ago, and she would have to wait another 100 years until she grows up again.

Hotch looked at Wu Cong who said 100 years as calmly as a day, and couldn't help asking: "You... how old are you this year?"

Wu Cong squinted his eyes and calculated, and reported a less scary number: "It's more than 200 years old."

Not counting the thousand years of half-dream and half-awake, nor the hundred years of being alive, it is true that he has only been alive for more than 200 years since he was lifted up as an old rice dumpling.

Hotch was silent for a few seconds, deeply realizing that the concept of time for non-human species is really different from that of human beings.

"It seems that I have no hope of living to see her grow up." Hotch touched the head of Dansha who ran over and acted like a baby, and got a big smile.

Wu Cong chuckled with unknown meaning, didn't say anything more, just raised his hand to refill him a cup of tea.

It’s the weekend now, and the weather is clear in late summer and early autumn. Wu Cong invited the tenant next door to share tea and snacks sent by his friend from China. This is not the first time he has invited Hotch, and the two have no extra social activities. It is not uncommon for young bachelors to hang out over a cup of tea to pass the time.

Wu Cong’s apartment has one more room than Hotch’s, and the rest of the layout is almost exactly the same. It’s not as traditional as imagined. Wu Cong’s apartment’s simple, neat, modern and indifferent style is almost like copying the decoration company’s decoration template , the room is permeated with a vague fragrance, light and elegant, and there are a few potted flowers by the windowsill table, which are still blooming vigorously in autumn.

Well, in fact, Hotch is not qualified to say that Wu Cong's apartment is a template of a decoration company. His own apartment is not much different from Wu Cong's. It looks like the same decoration company. After all, busy FBI agents have no time to do it themselves. When I ask about house decoration, I always choose apartments that are well-furnished and ready to move in with my bags.

However, even if it is almost the same house, there will still be differences for different people. Hotch’s apartment looks like a single man’s apartment, or a busy single man’s apartment. Compared with vegetables, fruits, instant food and The storage of beer is more abundant, and from time to time there will be expired food that has not had time to clean up. When opening the closet, suits occupy more than half of the country, and the clothes in the washing machine are often so full that they can only find time to wash and pile them up for drying. The probability that the food in the machine is too late to clean up is basically the same as the probability that the food in the refrigerator expires.

In contrast, Wu Cong's apartment, separated by a wall, looks much warmer, perhaps because there is still a noisy little girl, the refrigerator is always full of fresh vegetables and meat, and the window sills are full of delicate animals that need to be taken care of. Flowers, put a shallow porcelain plate, which contains millet and crushed peanuts, from time to time you can see a few skinny birds stopping here to peck.

The only thing that contradicts this modern decoration is probably the ancient painting that Wu Cong hangs on the wall of the study room. The red and black two-color painting depicts hell, sea of ​​flames and evil spirits rampaging, with cracks, faded and cracked. , It does not lose the heavy and cold feeling brought by the long years.

"This is for you." Wu Cong said suddenly, and he handed Hotch a small plain brocade bag with bat patterns embroidered on it.

Hotch reached out to take it with some doubts and looked at the plain kit, but after getting along with Wu Cong for a long time, he knew that he couldn't get any explanation from the other's half-smile expression.

"It's best to keep it with you these days." Wu Cong said, refilling his cup with a cup of clear tea. The light yellow and emerald green tea, like the color of grass sprouts, steamed up, making it hard for people to see clearly what he was doing at the moment. look.

"Alang!" Dansha ran over with the book in his arms, pointed to the words on the book and asked, "How do you pronounce this word?"

"This word is pronounced hang." Wu Cong replied, "It means to strangle to death with a rope."

Dansha nodded half-understood, "Then hang yourself, mean you strangled yourself to death with a rope?"

"Smart." Wu Cong nodded her forehead, and said, "Why don't I remember that there is this book in the bookcase?"

Dansha stuck out her tongue, and hurriedly hid the novel that she had finally asked Uncle Song Yu to smuggle in behind her back, her eyes rolled to change the subject, "It's almost three o'clock, Ah Lang, I want to watch TV!"

Wu Cong didn't intend to care about such a novel or two. To be honest, the level of Dansha's Tibetan dialect is really not very good. He can tell at a glance if there are any little secrets. He has read all the ones that can reach her in advance. There is nothing wrong with it once in a while, and it is the joy of life to expose it once in a while.

Also as a father (not), Wu Cong's little bad intentions can be seen by Hotch at a glance, the two looked at each other and smiled, acquiescing to the common fun of the Daddys.

"Want to watch it together?" Wu Cong invited, "Dansha likes this show very much recently, it's quite interesting."

Anyway, there was nothing wrong, Hotch stood up and occupied both ends of the sofa with Wu Cong.

The sofa Wu Cong bought was not big, and it was just right to put a cinnabar between the two big men on the left and right. The cinnabar held the drink and popcorn on the coffee table. Of course, he didn’t forget to hide the novel first, and then Just turn on the TV and tune to your favorite channel recently.

Now an advertisement is playing on TV. Several people wipe a piece of wood repeatedly with a cloth, and then use a magnifying glass to show the luster of that piece of wood. Hotch raised his eyebrows a little surprised after hearing the two narrations, "Japanese?"

"This is a Japanese TV station." Wu Cong explained, "After three o'clock, there are children's programs. Although Dansha can't understand Japanese, it's fun to watch."

Several people on TV wiped the wood to make sure the gloss was perfect, and then stuck a transparent film on it. While pasting, they took a close-up view to let others see how perfect the film was. After pasting, they took all kinds of weird liquids Apply it upwards, and tear off the film after 15 minutes as prompted in the upper right corner, and continue to show the wood texture in close-up.

In the end, there are films of various patterns and colors and a phone. The narrator is shouting something hoarsely. Unfortunately, the three in front of the TV have indifferent faces and seem to have no interest.

I don't know why. Hotch carefully recalled the entire advertisement with a cold face, "What is this for?"

"Beauty products for dryads." Wu Cong propped his head with one hand and put popcorn into his mouth with the other, and said while eating, "Winter is coming soon, and the bark is more likely to dry and crack in winter. Beauty products sales will increase.”

Dryad...beauty products...Hotch twitched the corners of his mouth silently, not knowing what to say for a moment.

After playing this sloppy commercial, the TV went black for a few seconds, and the sound of the shamisen sounded, followed by giggling laughter and music with a horror movie atmosphere.

"It's started!" Dansha's eyes lit up, holding the Coke cup tightly in his arms, kicking his legs back and forth restlessly.

The music stopped, and a well appeared on the TV screen. There were a few faint blue ghost lights floating above the well. The shamisen rang a few times, accompanied by the sound of drumming a few times, and a hand came out of the well. , Clinging tightly to the edge of the well.

Hotch's breath was stagnant, and he saw a female ghost in white with loose black hair on the screen, crawling on the ground and slowly crawling out of the well. Her image became clearer and clearer, the white clothes were dotted with blood, the messy black hair was knotted together, the bony fingers were stuck in the mud, and the veins were exposed, and the sound of howling ghosts and wolves made people feel hairy.

Is this really a children's show? Hotch kept his expressionless face, and adjusted his mood from "watching a relaxing and childish children's program" to "watching a horror movie", looking at Dansha giggling non-stop with a stiff face, and Wu Cong yawning while eating popcorn .

Well, those two are standard responses to children's shows.

On the TV, the female ghost in white was getting closer and closer, and she could even hear the sound of her bones cracking and cracking. The corresponding crows were circling in the sky. Finally, one of her hands rested on the TV screen.

Dansha yelled excitedly, Wu Cong yawned again, rubbed his eyes to control himself not to fall asleep, watching these two programs should not be dangerous...

Right.

Hotch tried his best not to look too terrified while watching TV, but it was really a difficult task-the hand resting on the TV screen strangely penetrated the screen, and the thin fingers pulled the edge of the screen, The long nails scratched the screen with a piercing sound.

This time Wu Cong finally stopped yawning, and he said: "If the TV is scratched again, I will compensate for the price."

The hand protruding out of the TV paused, and the nails retracted instantly. The female ghost's fingers pinched the edge of the screen and crawled out of the TV bit by bit.

The soundtrack suddenly rose at this time. If it was a horror movie, this would be the time to scream. Unfortunately, Wu Cong claimed that Mr. Hotch, the only ordinary person present who might be afraid, has no fluctuations in his heart, and even has a little subtlety. want to laugh.

The female ghost with her upper body protruding out of the TV and her lower body still in the TV raised her head slightly, her thin and pale fingers gently stretched into the thick black hair covering her face, the soundtrack sank, and the faint string music made people feel My heart aches.

The slender fingers penetrated into the hair, but did not pull away, but continued to extend inward, inward, and inward, as if to penetrate the entire head until reaching the forearm, and then both hands violently— —

"It's time for happy gymnastics!" Jumping out of the body of the female ghost who was torn in half, a cute girl in fancy clothes, with a small pointed horn on her forehead, a bright smile on her face, and a sweet voice, the music suddenly turned into cheerful gymnastics music .

"Ahhh!" Dansha yelled, jumped off the sofa and pulled at her clothes, happily followed the girl standing on the female ghost's body and jumped up clumsily.

Wu Cong looked at Hotch who was taken aback by this sudden change, and raised his cup to cover the upward curve of his mouth.

What a fun show, isn't it?