Black friday

Clement took Wednesday back to his base in the outskirts. The siblings had nothing to say all the way, until Wednesday followed her eldest cousin into the warehouse, and then she showed a little excitement suitable for her age.

It’s rare to see lively expressions on Wednesday’s face. It’s okay if the brother Pugsley is there. They often murder each other for fun, and they use this to maintain the relationship between brother and sister. Stabbing and revenge scenes are not uncommon. Bloody cases The whole story can be easily restored by the two of them.

Unfortunately, Pugsley failed to catch up with this unexpected trip.

Clement thought about it, shrugged his shoulders, and asked, "Are you not used to this place? It's okay, I have already notified the family, and they will let Lurch come and pick you up."

"However, given Lurch's status, he may not be able to pass the plane security check. I guess he will definitely drive here alone. The time is going to slow down. How about staying with me during this time?"

Wednesday nodded: "It couldn't be better, I miss my big cousin very much at home!"

Clement laughed: "My littlesister is still so cute!"

Afterwards, Clement took off his windbreaker and untied the collar tie around his neck, and walked towards the kitchen next to the reception room, saying: "Old rules, you can play by yourself, and I will cook for you first. I haven't eaten yet, are you starving..."

"A little bit," said Wednesday.

Then she left and looked at the works in the studio with Thing.

Old rules——Clement doesn't like to take care of children very much. When he was a teenager, he was not such a talkative person, and he was willing to make trouble with children who hated cats and dogs.On the contrary, he always devotes all his attention to his paintings, and only when the speed of inspiration slows down, he will find time to tease his young cousin and cousin.

When Wednesday and Pugsley want to play with him, they can basically only see piles of picture frames and easels and big cousins ​​covered in paint. At that time, one of the things Clement did most often was to wave his hand and let the two of them play casually, playing with guillotine It doesn't matter whether it's poison | medicine or playing with painting and painting utensils.

The former is a routine that the Addms brothers and sisters are tired of playing, and there will be no problems. Clement doesn't care about the latter, probably because he believes in his own ability, no matter how good the work is, it will be surpassed by him, and it doesn't matter if it is destroyed.And despite the surface, Clement's love for the two children is no less than anyone else, and Addams, who can be alive and kicking, is of course more important than his casual works.

Clement has always been like this. He is not the so-called unruly and reckless person, but he has always maintained a confident and conceited attitude towards art and painting. It can be said that this is his inherent pride.

He was proud of it, and rightly so.

In this world, there are photographers who can excavate the most beautiful moment of all things in the world, and capture the blissful images that everyone desires in hell. Dancers, flamenco and ballet are the languages ​​they use to communicate with the world, and Latin and samba are also fascinated by them... However, they are not painters, and not all painters are Clement.

Clement's hands are slender and not protruding. They are extremely beautiful hands. Many people will ask him if he plays the piano when they see his hands. Clement usually says no indifferently.On the other hand, people who have heard the name of Clement Addams know that when these hands put the brush into their fingers, the beauty and will they create will be thousands of times greater than themselves.

Pulling away, let's talk about the present.

Clement draws the stars and the moon with his own hands. That’s right, but in daily life, he doesn’t necessarily value his hands more than other body organs. In short, he doesn’t have any prejudice or dissatisfaction with cooking and washing dishes himself. .And Clement is very relieved of Wednesday and Thing, saying that he is cooking, so he quickly cooks food that suits Addams' taste. In the refrigerator are animal livers he prepared early and bullfrogs that look like toads, all of which are strange and incomprehensible to others collocation.

Clement has lived alone for many years, and his craftsmanship is not bad. Accompanied by the weird noises coming from the kitchen, within 10 minutes, a plate of cold food was in his hand.

The food on the dinner plate presents a dark and unclear color similar to many kinds of dark dishes mixed together. In this regard, Clement has perfectly inherited Grandma's culinary skills, but he is a well-known artist after all, so the color is still the same. However, the mushy food passed by his hands is like a black and white portrait with a style.

The eyebrows are beautiful and the facial features are clear. It is the silhouette of Wednesday's profile.

Walking on Wednesday is always a bit quiet, and when you are looking for fun in the studio, you are also like an erratic midnight ghost. If someone else stands here, you may wonder whether Wednesday is really living behind the tombstone. Inhuman.

Of course Clement would never have such an idea, he just flicked Thing that flew up on his shoulder instantly after he appeared!

Really a cool hand shake!

Thing drew a clean parabola in mid-air, accompanied by the inaudible BGM, Thing landed very handsomely on the sectional sofa in the lounge.

Amazing!

Thing spread his five fingers, turned around 360 degrees, and nodded his fingers to pay tribute to the audience!

Both Clement and Wednesday curled their mouths slightly.

"Wednesday has dinner!" Clement put the plates and cutlery on the table, and said to the approaching Wednesday, "Do you want to play with it?"

Before the words were finished, Wednesday had already pulled out the silver table knife swiftly, stabbed it, and drew a piercing scream on the plate. It was ugly, but he also focused on the lines that were wriggling and trying to break apart and escape.

"Grandma's cooking doesn't run away," said Wednesday.

Clement: "I can't help it. My craftsmanship is relatively fierce. I will trouble you to subdue it by sacrificing table manners on Wednesday."

Clement blinked one eye, and in an instant, the face of the young man whose shirt collar was slightly open had a naughty childishness - barely cute - taking advantage of the good looks.

Thoughts on Wednesday: "Big cousin is in a very good mood... very good."

Clement: "Because I saw family members I haven't seen for a long time."

Wednesday denied: "You're lying."

Clement touched his face, he didn't put on artistic makeup today, he felt inexplicably guilty: "Why don't I know?"

Wednesday said: "Big cousin usually takes a car once and it will be difficult to be happy all day. Because of this, mom will not ask you to go out with them to participate in sleepy social banquets when you are at home."

She frowned slightly, and she came to the conclusion after serious thinking: "I also thought that I would not be able to see you smiling at me until tomorrow."

Clement: "..."

Clement: "Did you come up with this in the car?"

Wednesday: "Yeah."

Clement sat across from her and smiled lightly, "Wednesday has always been smart."

Thing patted the table very cooperatively, counting it as an applause.

Wednesday didn't make an expression of excitement on purpose, but raised his face.

Clement looked at her, stopped laughing, but there was still a gentle look on his brows, and said, "Okay, okay, let me tell you..."

Wednesday listened quietly.

Clement asked her in a non-questioning tone: "Don't you think that young doctor is very interesting? I looked at him, and my mood improved without realizing it."

Wednesday raised his eyebrows and stopped talking.

Thing tapped on the table, changing gestures one after another.

"what?"

"Why... why don't you go up?"

Clement propped his chin to watch it "speak", "Speak slowly, Thing, take it easy."

Thing slowed down by a few beats, and Clement finally understood the precise meaning of his series of movements.

"Why not act like Uncle Gomez?"

"Because I'm not Uncle Gomez!" Clement laughed and coaxed it: "Don't worry about it, come on Thing, give me a high five, and you've agreed to keep it a secret for me."

He mumbled something in his voice: "I haven't..."

The Thing couldn't catch it, but it had always been Addams' loyal and good partner, and he did what Clement said, without delay.

Wednesday kept mum on this.She is very familiar with this kind of Clement, maybe it is more appropriate to say this kind of Addams, after all, it is a family tradition, love at first sight, love at first sight, love at first sight, understanding at first sight...you can use any words.

You just need to know that when the destined moment comes, the gap between the passionate and the excess of self-awareness will emerge as the times require. The representatives of the two factions can be found in Gomez Addams and Clement Addams.

And, anyway, they get what they want.

Seeing Wednesday, who got the answer, Clement ate his late breakfast in peace, and Thing promised him that he would stop making gestures after that, so he stopped disturbing them and stood up and started packing things.

After Clement got the call yesterday, he rearranged his room according to Wednesday's liking. The reception room that will become his lounge in the next few days has not been tidied up yet, and many of his beloved accessories have been pitifully swept away. group.

At this time, I can give you a popular science. Clement Addams has always been the "rebel" one in the Addams family. His preferences are the same as all Addams. He prefers foggy and cloudy skies, dark filters and the confrontation of black, white and red. A corner of tranquility.

But at the same time, Clement has determined to be a painter since he was a child. He will appreciate all colors, whether it is bright luminosity or scorching red and yellow. Clement can look at them with a kind of love, even when he paints. Less deploys such a warm glow.

When GomezAddams fell in love with Morticia at first sight at the funeral and brought her back to Addams' castle, Clement, who was only a teenager, often went to the greenhouse with the newlyweds on those quiet and cold mornings, and his uncle played chess with Thing Clement was watching Aunt Morticia pruning the rose branches with scissors, and he saw the red roses fell in the dust, and the bare green stems with protruding barbs were left in the viewing position. Clement's aesthetics tends to be Addams style, so he will get together with Morticia to enjoy the dilapidated thorn poles, Clement's artistry is also inherent, so he will squat on the ground to look at those gorgeous things that will eventually return to dust Red rose.This kind of behavior would occasionally attract helpless eyes from the Addams and his wife, but fortunately they were reasonable parents, and most of the time they let Clement go.

Just don't overdo it.

For example, before eating, you declare that you want to take care of all living beings, be a lifeguard, and so on.

That would have been a colossal disaster at the Addams' house.

Clement recalled the past, and hung the velvet curtain of dark green silver star on the light-transmitting window.

Forgive him for more than ten years of nurturing outside, whether he will learn to enjoy the sunshine, even if he can praise them from an objective perspective.

Even so, Clement just wanted to sleep peacefully in his heavy black wooden coffin, which was so dark that there was no light at all.

……

Quantico has no weather like Addams' lair, or, for Clement and Wednesday, nowhere in the world like that old Gothic castle that stands forever under a gloomy sky.

But everything in Quantico, the overcrowded environment and the hustle and bustle of the crowd are indeed far from that dry hill castle. Clement settled at this time and tried his best to restore the interior features of Addams castle, such as the dim Lighting, outdated furnishings, and cobwebs and decaying traces deliberately left in some places... Clement has long been used to such a life that looks similar to that of the Addams family but is completely different from that of the Addams family.

The embarrassing thing is that Wednesday is a newcomer, and I can't get used to it for a while.

It was getting late, Clement was wearing a set of black and white striped prison pajamas, sitting cross-legged on the ground covered with a snake-pattern carpet, his knees were against the hard coffin wall, one hand was gently resting on Wednesday, and he was well groomed for sleeping. Well-behaved braids.

Wednesday looked at him with open eyes, with a calm expression.

Clement, who had her brother's buff bonus, just had a little bit of unsatisfactory unhappiness sunken from her face.

Therefore, Clement pondered for a few seconds before bringing up the topic: "How about my pajamas?"

Wednesday's eyes light up slightly: "Cool!"

Clement asked her: "Want it? I'll buy you the same one tomorrow."

Because Wednesday wears all kinds of black and white skirts at home all year round, Clement bought her some retro-style little black dresses in advance, but I didn't expect Wednesday to like such tricky pajamas.

However, it is not very surprising.

After all, it's all the love and dislike of Addams.

Sure enough, Wednesday said yes.

Clement heaved a sigh of relief, he didn't want to see his little sister showing any sad expressions, it would be great to be able to coax Wednesday with these little tricks.

However, after a few words, Wednesday was still lying in the coffin in a sleeping posture, but there was no sleepiness on his face.

"Uh...otherwise I'll tell you a story, and I'll go to bed after listening."

Wednesday said yes without blinking.

Clement thought about it, and then he pieced together in his mind a horror, absurd and funny ending, and a dark and allusive ending. He told Wednesday a children's story with twists and turns: "The protagonist of the story is a little girl in red shoes, She was born in pain, suffering from the disease of mermaids in fairy tales. Every step she took, her toes were cut like a knife, and her legs were so painful that she was numb. Since she was an adult, she has traveled far away from home and traveled all over the country, hoping to find the legendary witch. Ask her to save herself."

Wednesday: "Why doesn't she learn to enjoy the pain?"

Clement: "Because she's not you."

Clement said: "Witches are a group of creatures that live in the dark world. They seldom go out to socialize with others. They are willing to be trapped in the place where they were born all their lives, unless someone can lure them out. But it is difficult. Gold, silver and treasures are not available to them. They have never experienced the feeling of loneliness, just because they have never been out, they don’t know the prosperity of the outside world, and they have never been in contact with the crowd, and they get heartfelt happiness from it. They have nothing to ask for , devote their long and short lives to evil magic that can bring them satisfaction..."

Wednesday: "Like mom."

Clement smacked her pale cheeks in a punishing manner before continuing: "Yes, it's like auntMorticia, auntMorticia was lured out of the witch gathering place by uncle Addams, and brought Grandma out as well. For love...they are so crazy no?"

The little girl, who did not yet understand the passionate love of her parents, agreed with him.

Clement: "The heroine, let's keep it simple. Let's call her Red. Red found the Forest of Long Night where the witch lives, and got the white cockroach in the first cabin. She fed it to Mr. Squirrel who passed by, and Mr. Squirrel died. The corpse turned into a prince from a neighboring country. Hong remained indifferent, and found the second cabin, where she ate a piece of strawberry cake..."

Wednesday's nose wrinkled slightly, she hated the smell of strawberries.But she didn't interrupt Clement, so Clement spoke briskly about what happened to Red in the Forest of Long Night.

The long children's story has not been finished for more than ten minutes, and Wednesday already feels sleepy. She narrows her eyes slightly, avoiding the warm yellow light that is not very bright.

Clement sought her opinion with his eyes, and Wednesday had no intention of telling him to stop.

Clement took the next best thing and lowered her voice: "Red screamed frantically and saw off her own legs. She wanted to ask for help, but there was no one around. She crawled towards the third cabin, and inside she I found a crutch. Hong took the crutch and smashed the door of the wooden house when it was closed. Monsters ran out of the door. They chased Hong and drove her into the swamp in the forest."

"In the swamp, Hong met a doctor who came to collect medicine. Hong begged him, showed him her experience, and begged him to save herself."

"The doctor asked her: 'Why didn't you come to me sooner? If I had come earlier, maybe I could have seen you.'"

"Red yelled: 'I don't! You doctors are trying to amputate my legs!'"

"The doctor said coldly: 'But your leg is broken.'"

"Red was crying, 'I want to find a witch,' she said, 'only a witch can cure me...'"

"The doctor is gone."

"Red started to move forward again, stopping at each cabin, taking something, and killing something, and she said: 'This is the reward, and witches like this.'"

"But the witch has never appeared. Hong searched and searched, howled and cried in the Forest of Everlasting Night, searched and searched, crawled around, searched and searched...the witch never appeared."

"...Hong finally died in pain, standing upright with two feet, and fell down with a bang. Below was the rushing river and the influx of sea water. Her body drifted with the current, and finally reached a low-lying valley. The valley is towering on all sides, shaped like an inverted cauldron, and the turbid water flows in against the corpse, and can no longer go out. She can only wait for the witch who is in charge of this place to approach this cauldron to collect her due reward, the heroine's soul will lead to rootless perdition.”

The story ends.

Wednesday then pulled the quilt and said contentedly: "Bigcousin good night."

"Children's stories" really work. It is indeed a method of coaxing children that has been passed down for thousands of years.

Clement praised secretly in his heart, but his face was very calm. He kissed the little girl's forehead and said "good night" in the same way.

He watched Wednesday close his eyes before leaving in peace.

The author has something to say:

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good night.

When I thought about waking up in the morning and facing a busy day for real, I couldn't help but shed tears.

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