Black friday

Chapter 47 β5 Mamushka

Halloween is coming, Fester and Clement have returned home one after another, and Clement also brought his other half, Spencer Reid, which undoubtedly makes all the Addams very excited.

As a result, they held an unprecedented grand ceremony. Gomez proposed to be in the third-floor ballroom of Addams' home. Morticia refused his request. Spencer also felt the sincerity of Addams, which is too crude."

Gomez patted his head and said, "Look at me, I can't even think about the beauty of your dance, I can't even think about it."

Morticia clasped his hands together and raised them to the edge of his red lips: "Gomez!"

Gomez is also full of affection: "Tish!"

They danced and rejoiced in the tombstones of the ancient swamp in the backyard.

In the end, they settled on the location of the dance, right here, in front of Aunt La Borgia who died in the execution of the firing squad, Cousin Fledge who was quartered by five horses, and Uncle Eimar who was buried alive, where there are many tombstones and statues, like an open tomb group .

The Addams love it here.

Gomez and Morticia and Grandma went out to find someone, the other Addams, they had to come to the banquet tonight, jumping for Fester, Clement and Reid, a welcome vaudeville around the dead bodies.

Although the tradition of the Addams family has always been "Mamushka".

"I remember, I remember, that was taught to us by the fanatical cousins ​​of the Cossacks," Fester told his brother Gomez.

Gomez, Gomez who was disappointed and miserable.Gomez, who was so sad that Fester couldn't remember the past, finally felt relieved. He missed his brother who left home so much, and missed the childhood, teenage, and adult memories he shared with him.

Gomez and Fester had a bone-crushing hug.

The surrounding music was really loud, so Gomez said loudly: "My brother, I really want to cry to you, like a poor thing, you once abandoned us!"

Fester said: "Don't be silly Gomez! You have to say this with a smile. It's me who made you feel the extraordinary despair and wanting for a long time."

Gomez retorted: "Nothing! Only Morticia can satisfy my lust!"

He hooked Fester's arm and walked around, showing them to everyone: "From who knows when!"

"We dance Mamushka when the Nile bursts!"

"We dance Mamushka in Waterloo!"

"We dance Mamushka for Jack the Ripper!"

"And now—"

"Fester Addams!"

Fester was at his side.

"Clement Addams!" Clement led Reid out of the crowd, and responded in a long voice: "Spencer Reid!"

Gomez said again: "This song "Mamushka" is for you!"

The Addams played music in the open air, and Morticia played her violin.

Gomez and Fester were bouncing around, with rhythm and tacit understanding, and Clement was also pulling Reid around in circles, like a novice who had never learned dance.

"What are we going to do? I can't dance," Reid said.

Clement said: "It's okay, you don't need to dance, I will take you, I will take you to perform the whole "Mamushka" carnival."

"I will always take you with me, from birth to death, and never repent."

Reid was driven round and round by him, dizzy and heart beating wildly.

Suddenly the silver light cut through the moonlight, Gomez and Fester kept the same rhythm and frequency, jumped up and down, turned around, drew their knives, and threw!

In an instant, the knife light blocked the whole body, making it impossible for Clement and Reid to avoid it.

Reid was still dizzy, he couldn't react more appropriately, Clement didn't move for some reason, he thought Clement was still lingering in this moonlight and this song and dance.

Reid stood sideways in front of Clement, covering his head with his bag—he thought so, forgetting that the messenger bag had been stored in Clement's closet as early as the first day.

It wasn't too bad, because the flying knife took an unreasonable curve and flew back to the hands of the two Uncles in the next second.

Gomez said, "Look at that!"

Fester said: "This pair of lovers!"

Morticia dropped the violin and said, "Prodigal son! What are you waiting for?"

Gomez threw the two knives in his hand towards the sky again, one high and one low, flew up and down, and Fester caught them with his teeth behind him.

Fester said, "Go, Gomez!"

Gomez and Morticia started the dance with a slide.

Gomez caressed Morticia's cheek, and said, "You are a black rose, delicate and charming, quenching the poisonous sadness."

Morticia lowered her eyelids but raised her lips.

Seduced by her, Gomez said: "My beauty, I am convinced that I will never be able to not love you in my life."

He stood behind Morticia and pecked and kissed her from her left hand to her right hand. It was erotic and numb, but the love was strong enough for anyone with eyes to see.

Morticia spun rapidly under the control of his palm, as swift and amazing as a streamer.

The flames fluttered under her skirt, and it seemed that both Morticia and Grandma had the ability to summon flames to come and go.

"beauty!"

"prodigal son!"

In this appellation, Gomez and Morticia changed the two people's witty ballroom dance. They tapped again. The dispute and struggle of a romantic arsonist, finally reconciled, long live love!

At the same time, Clement hugged his lover who still had some lingering fears and kissed his forehead, saying, "I really love you, Spencer."

Clement said it normally, and Reid responded normally and calmly: "I love you Clement too."

His eyes were a little blank, as if he hadn't woken up from the thrill just now.

There was a smile in Clement's eyes, and he kissed him, in front of the public, in the noisy tombs.

Clement said: "Only I know, I want to kiss you to death right now."

For the sake of the shy Dr. Reid, please shift the camera slightly.

Wednesday was dancing with the hunchbacked Addams. The height difference between the two of them was really too great. Both of them had solemn expressions, but their postures were comical.

Raise your hands, lower your head, bend your body, straighten your back, and do this action over and over again.

Their movements were so hilarious and noticeable that the new boys looked straight at them.

He is a four-eyed frog with glasses, and his classmates call him that, a contemptuous, nasty joke.

Then Calic saw Wednesday's true face, Wednesday's face hidden by the hunchback of Addams' body, which was too tall for a little girl.

Calic couldn't move for a moment.

Probably as said in love poems, some people are born with the temperament of falling in love at first sight.

Wednesday saw him too, a nerdy figure with glasses.

None of them moved.

Only the hunchbacked Addams was still enjoying himself, raising his hands and lowering his head again and again. If this was a scene witnessed by a non-participant, everyone would think that the hunchbacked Addams was forcing this Wednesday.

But we all know that this is absolutely impossible, how could Wednesday be a dark little princess who can be forced?

Wednesday and Calic came together in the crowd, they stood face to face, silent to each other.

Calic said: "I am your new neighbor. The previous resident of our house was a judge who was sentenced for corruption."

Wednesday said: "I am Wednesday Addams, your landlord's daughter."

Calic looked at her, his eyes were quite big, but half of the brightness was concealed by round-rimmed glasses, he looked very gentle, and looked a little timid.But he is not timid at heart, and he is definitely a very strong boy when necessary.

Calic took a deep breath and said, "Wednesday, is it possible for you to get married and have children in the future?"

Wednesday said: "Impossible!"

Calic plucked up his courage and continued, "But if you meet a suitable man, he will love you very much, too?"

"Is he willing to work for you?"

"What about you?"

"I will pity him," said Wednesday.

Calic shut up, but he silently thought, "I'll always have a chance."

Clement, who was whispering to Reid next to him, saw them, the boy and girl reflected by the blue and white moonlight were both immature and charming. A completely different yet extremely similar picture emerged in Clement's mind.

Clement smiled lightly and said: "Everything in the world returns to the original point in thousands of cycles, just like reincarnation."

Then he looked at Reid and said, "Spencer, let me take you to meet my brother."

Reid scratched his head and said, "Do you still have a brother? You never said that."

Clement said, "Yes, he's here tonight, too."

Clement brought Reid up to his elder brothers, each of whom was not tall, with long dry yellow hair and a floor-length veil covering his head.

Reid heard others calling him "CoucinIt."

Clement bent down and shouted, "Brother!"

CousinIt: "%×∞..."

Reid immediately searched for this language in his mind, but failed, but the strange thing was that he understood this strange language that seemed like a stroke of genius.

Reid said: "Cousin It."

CousinIt said: "%×∞!"

Clement said: "Spencer is Brothermine."

Reid: "...Brother It?"

Clement laughed with CousinIt: "Yeah(%×>)!"

They didn't talk for long, Clement and his own brother were not too close, and his relationship with CousinIt was far less than the years of friendship between UncleGomez and UncleFester.

Cousin also has his own female companion to take this, he said her name is Margaret, a lady introduced to him by Morticia, she just got divorced a few days ago.

Clement took Reid to wander around this alternative stage for a long time, until the moonlight dimmed, everyone dispersed and went back to their respective homes.

Only the two of them remained in this dry swamp cemetery.

"Now it's just me and you in this world." Clement said, "Spencer, have you heard that in the indigenous tribes of the Pacific Islands, people there abide by specific laws, dance during courtship, and hold hands as a gesture of respect?" The oaths of both parties to the wedding."

"I've never heard of it, and I can't dance," Reid said.

For the first time, he was annoyed that his hands and feet were clumsy, he couldn't dance, and he couldn't please his sweetheart.

But how could Clement let him fall into such a shame.

Clement stepped away from him, and he walked backwards, musculoskeletal finding its own rhythm.

Clement has learned several dances, Latin and tap are his two best dances. His upper body is straight, but his toes make rhythmic noises.He walked Reid around, tapping his feet all the time, without any noticeable tapping sound, neither shoes nor dirt were suitable props.

Reid stared at him, thinking that Clement doesn't need to rely on those special shoes and dance floors to attract people, he just needs to show his face, temperament, figure...everything is so pleasing.

Reid watched him, fascinated. At this moment, Clement kicked with both feet, wrapped his arms around his waist from the front, and said, "Let me dance for you."

Clement's body draws Reid's sight, he spins and jumps, like a snake and a bird, and dances hotter than a pole around Reid's body.

Clement slid behind Reid, bumping back to back with him, the butterfly bone collided with his shoulder, Reid was driven by him involuntarily, Clement pushed him to walk, one step, two steps, three steps... the broken stars on the sky would The fall becomes their foil.

Reid can't dance, but Clement is very good at Latin. There are no clothes, no hem, no fine rhinestones inlaid on the clothes, and Martin boots can't be broken into soft horns, but they still dance very well. Clement squeezed Reid's neck, forcing Reid to back off under his strength, show cowardice, and then submit... It was a pantomime, a classic Broadway play in the last century, with exaggerated movements and aggressive facial expressions.

The lingering affection flowed in their glued eyes, and the air could be sucked dry without saying a word.

Clement left Reid's side in another big circle, and he danced another dance around Reid, and the dance steps were so slow that Reid could no longer hear it.

Reid was fascinated that he was alive but could no longer catch the after-party fragrance in the air.

There was some kind of emotion surging in his chest, his face turned red uncontrollably under the bright moonlight, and he was about to be unable to breathe.

He looked at Clement, and could only see Clement.

Reid wanted to say to him: "You are so beautiful, please stop."

In the opera Faust, Faust makes an obstinate oath to the demon Mephistos and then surrenders willingly, falling down smiling and enjoying what he considers a moment of supreme supremacy.

Just because he saw that free people have stubborn and unyielding souls, and free people live freely in a free land.

So Faust said to that moment: "You are so beautiful! Please stop!"

But here is not a stage with curtains, and there is no drumbeat under the gravity trampling, and Reid is definitely not a performer in an opera, he is not Faust, and what he has to face is not Mephistos.

Maybe there are some similarities?

Reid didn't know, he didn't have the calmness to think anymore.

Reid watched Clement dancing, his eyes kept falling on him, his dance seemed to be just for him to watch - to please him - to make him happy - sex, lust, everything had to be controlled by Clement .

A butterfly rested on Clement's brow bone, and the black butterfly flickered on his face. Clement liked such a thing that was so beautiful that it could spin and disappear.

"This is the sameness." Reid said to himself, asking himself and answering, "Sarie's image is a butterfly, he is a fallen angel under God, beautiful, powerful, and fallen..."

"But it doesn't matter." Reid knew this well.

He just looked at Clement, and Clement was running towards him, carrying the poisonous phosphorous powder on the wings of a butterfly, carrying the bloody bone wings of a demon on his back, drugs, drugs, spices and poisons...it doesn't matter.

Reid just wanted to say it, and he said it—

"You are so beautiful, please stop for a while."

please stop--

"Even if the price is the eternal death of the soul, I can't sleep forever."

Just like Faust's initial and firmest promise: "You can chain me as much as you want! I am willing to destroy myself!"

"Please stop for me too!"

The author has something to say:

"Everything in the world returns to the original point thousands of times, just like reincarnation." From "Carol"

> Just finished writing it now, and my poorly written but [-] star Annalia Adams family movie! ! ! !Come and see! ! !So pretty! ! !Humorous and witty, like an ancient Gothic gentleman, from the beginning to the end, there is a sense of compositional beauty of a grand opera. ! !

>>The next chapter intersperses with the second plot and private goods, and I will feed you Detective Poirot's dishes crazily.

I don’t want to mention the ending anymore, my mouth, you deceitful ghost (but I really like the pleasure of not updating a few chapters for a few days!)

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