HBWnovel Chapter 3 Cleaning up old photos of the gown
Chapter 3 Cleaning up old photos of the gown
Except for days like the winter solstice, there are not many jailers willing to clean up in hell at other times.Since the instruments of torture are everywhere, the blood stains, hair, brains, etc. accumulated every day are quite considerable, and the sticky appearance after drying is also disgusting, making people completely unable to arouse the desire to clean.
Most of them held the idea of "hell is full of blood and violence", "let's clean up together at the winter solstice", and watched the dirt accumulate.
In this regard, the rookie Tang Gua is probably an outlier.
He has an almost obsessive love for cleaning. In addition to helping his friend Eggplant to clean the room, he also takes the initiative to tidy up the messy desk.
"A clean and clean environment is an important prerequisite to ensure work efficiency. This is true in this world, and it is also true in hell. ——By Ghost Lamp Lord."
Whenever Eggplant expressed doubts about his hard work, Tang Gua would quote this famous saying.
"Master Bai Ze also taught me a saying called 'If you don't sweep a house, how can you sweep the world'. Although I don't understand it well, I always think it's very powerful."
"The two of them really look alike." Eggplant looked back and said quietly after making sure that Ghost Lamp wasn't paying attention.
At this time, Ghost Lantern was drying his clothes. For the convenience of his movement, he tied up the sleeves of his bathrobe, and wore a turban to prevent dust from falling on his hair, with a small piece protruding from his forehead.
Despite the many affairs, he still regularly cleans his room thoroughly, puts extra things in the litter box, or hangs clothes that have not been used for a long time.
As No.1 of all the ghosts, keeping clean is of course a way to maintain one's own image.
Kakisuke once made a bold evaluation of his room, thinking that it was as gloomy, dark, and full of mystery as he himself.But in fact, the room of the ghost lamp is quite tidy. Even if there are a little more books, it can be called a different kind of order to some extent.
"Master Ghost Lamp's taste is very artistic." Eggplant touched his chin and said, "This T-shirt is a retro trend, and the decoration on the cowboy hat next to it is also very unique."
"When you go on a business trip in this world, the hat can well cover the ears and the horns of the head." Ghost Lantern shook off a loose robe, "Although these clothes are rarely worn, it takes a lot of effort to preserve them."
"This is the kimono for formal occasions, right?" Tang Gua touched the sleeves cautiously, "The red and black combination is super cool."
"The red and black clothes flying in the sky, the cold and handsome man unexpectedly showed a gentle housekeeping side." Eggplant burst into creative inspiration in an instant, and took out his drawing board and brush to start sketching without hesitation.
Tang Gua continued to study the grand dress. When he was looking at the front, he accidentally found a photo in the clothes.
Strictly speaking, there is only half of the photo, and the ghost lamp on it is wearing this suit, standing with hands down, with a serious expression, and there is a line of big characters on the banner in the background.
"Goodwill with Han...what's behind it?"
"Let's have a goodwill competition with Han." Gui Deng took the photo over, "It was about 1000 years ago. I didn't expect the photos from that time to still be kept."
Tang Gua's eyes widened: "I seem to have heard Lord Yan Mowang mention this game! I heard that there were many celebrities at that time, Lord Ghost Lamp and Lord Bai Ze were still referees, right? Well, they look amazing, if I were there alright."
He tiptoed to look at the photo next to the ghost lamp, and after a while he pointed to a piece of white on the edge and asked, "Speaking of which, this should be a group photo, isn't it Mr. Bai Ze standing next to him?"
Ghost Lantern looked in the direction he pointed, and then threw the photo back to him with disgust on his face: "Tsk, this stupid beast is still in the picture. Throw this thing away, lest it reminds me of working with him again." A thing of the shadows."
"Hey, no need... the group photo of the He-Han Friendship Games should be kept well anyway." Tang Gua showed his extraordinary economic acumen at this time, "And it might be worth a lot in the future."
"Even if the photo is valuable, it's because I'm in it. The value of that guy will depreciate once he enters the photo." Ghost Lantern cruelly interrupted his fantasy, "Since it's not easy to throw away, you should go to Taoyuan Township and give this to him. Let him consecrate it devoutly, and thank me for my generous gift."
Tang Gua's face was full of black lines: so you will be beaten out, okay?
But it’s a good thing to have the opportunity to go to Taoyuan Township on business. Tang Gua excitedly put away the photos, and asked fearlessly before leaving: “Speaking of which, did Lord Ghost Lantern hate Lord Bai Ze so much 1000 years ago?”
Ghost Lantern spread out the yukata he wore when visiting the festival on the shelf, and casually said: "Some people are born to be annoying. He is just a frivolous little boy, and he has been the same for many years."
"Ah - sneeze -"
Bai Ze sniffled and complained to Momotaro who was drying the clothes: "Girls' cosmetics now have some strange ingredients. If they smell too much, they will sneeze. If this continues, what should I do if I get rhinitis?"
Momotaro is speechless: If you don't go shopping in the flower street, everything will be fine.
The White Rabbit intern on the side took out another basket of clothes. This is the last batch of clothes that need to be dried today, and it is also Bai Ze's daily life.
"With all due respect, your sex taste is really bad to a certain extent." Momotaro took out a woolen vest with a strange color, and after hesitating for a long time, he decided to tell the truth.
Bai Ze didn't take it seriously: "My taste is an artistic style that ordinary people can't appreciate. Maybe only people in the fashion industry can empathize."
"If you must say that, then I have no objection, but—" Momotaro found out another set of exquisitely embroidered toga dresses, "Master Shirasawa's uniforms are really nice."
The suit in his hand was made of high-quality milky white material, with delicate patterns embroidered on the neckline and cuffs, which looked very expensive.
"This is clothes for formal occasions." Bai Ze explained, "China is a country of etiquette, so it naturally pays great attention to appearance, and the clothes in this aspect will also be very particular."
"I see." Momotaro heard that it was a dress for a formal occasion, and became extra careful when shaking off the clothes.
When he put the clothes on the rack, something floated out of his chest, and when he picked it up, it was half a photo.
In the photo, Bai Ze was wearing this well-crafted gown, with a rare and serious expression, and there was a line of large characters printed on the banner behind him.
"Athletic competition?" Momotaro showed surprise, "Is this the photo of the friendly competition between Han and Han that Lord Yan Mowang mentioned?"
Bai Ze leaned over and looked at it for a while before saying, "Maybe. I don't remember ever taking such a photo."
Momotaro turned the photo over and over carefully, and finally came to a conclusion: "This should be a group photo, which was torn apart from the middle. You see there is still half a black sleeve here, isn't that Lord Ghost Lantern? It's the referee of the tournament."
"Oh, I remembered when you said that." Bai Ze showed a sudden understanding expression, "It seems that there is a group photo after the game."
Momotaro continued to reason: "Lord Yan Mowang is still standing behind you. He is too big, and he can only illuminate his legs. Hey, you and Lord Ghost Lamp are on the other side, and you are still wearing such formal dresses. How do you look at it?" Like a blind date."
"Standing with him is better than being tortured?" Bai Ze yawned, and sat back in the bamboo rocking chair, his legs stretched out and swayed.
"I heard Lord Yan Mowang said that the fuse of your grievances is just a bet on a dinner. Such a small matter, it is easy to reconcile?"
"Who wants to reconcile with that idiot." Bai Ze waved his hands in disgust, "I'd rather throw my money in junk stocks than invite him to dinner."
Momotaro is still trying to persuade: "Master Ghost Lantern gave you mystery novels, didn't you?"
"That's right, a mystery novel with the murderer's name circled on the first page." Bai Ze said with a sullen face.
He closed his eyes and lay down in the rocking chair, and didn't speak any more.Just when Momotaro thought he was going to fall asleep, he heard him sigh softly: "I can still remember the competition 1000 years ago, but I might forget it after a while."
Momotaro was puzzled: "Aren't there still photos?"
Bai Ze smiled and said, "It doesn't matter to me. Anyway, I have experienced so many great events, it doesn't matter if I forget one or two. You can send this photo to hell. After you put it together, hand it over to the library for collection. Keep it as a souvenir."
Momotaro was confused, so he had to put away the photos and go to hell.
After he left, Bai Ze lay in the rocking chair for a long time.
He remembered the scene of being a referee with Ghost Lantern at the tournament 1000 years ago.At that time, Ghost Lantern was wearing a black and red traditional kimono, with an indifferent expression and few words, but his judgments on various competitions were accurate and fast, and he had to be said to be a reliable work partner.
Originally, he would never pay attention to men. The reason was that he ate salty plums sent by the organizer during an intermission.There were a lot of plums on that plate, but they reached for the same one almost every time.Bai Ze hated him a little at that time, and secretly rejoiced that there was only this chance to work together, who knew that it would develop into the current situation.
These things have been in the past for a long time, and when I really think about it, it seems that it just happened yesterday.
"Damn it, just thinking about him makes me sick."
Bai Ze turned over in the rocking chair, buried his face in the newly made buckwheat pillow, as if he was really about to fall asleep.
"Master Bai Ze? Master Bai Ze?"
A voice called his name in a trance, Bai Ze opened one eye, and saw the little jailer named Tang Gua standing in front of him, smiling and handing him something.
He took it in a daze, and it took a long time to see that it was half a photo.
The Ghost Lantern in the photo has an indifferent face, and the sleeves of the traditional kimono hang down to his knees, which is exactly the same as in memory.
Bai Ze stared at the photo in disbelief, and suddenly felt a little funny.
"So, it's just an idiot."