Every time I go home my wife is in a different world

Editor Sen was a little flustered.

Ichikawa Setsuko was indeed the one who killed him, but he can't be blamed either!The governor took advantage of the opportunity to build the subway to take bribes and enrich his own pocket. The short-sighted woman ran into him, and she even took a picture of her... Such an important matter, once it is reported, the consequences will be quite serious.

The group of literati who have nothing to eat shake their pens, and the ordinary people who only know what others say will spread the word. Do you want to lose face for the officers?This is a political achievement!Be a star!It's a big project!The flaws are not concealed, do you understand!Where can a little incident cause panic and affect social stability? !

Without the slightest bit of political awareness and literacy, stupid!short-sighted!It is not a pity to die!

Besides, he just accidentally pushed her off the bridge in panic, and it was the tired train driver who crushed her to death!If Setsuko Ichikawa obediently took out the manuscripts and negatives and turned them in, it would be fine. At most, he would transfer her to the Ministry of Home Affairs to write some recipes and post them every day in an emergency to fool those so-called "intellectual women" who pretended to be knowledgeable. Could it be? Isn't this the right job for a woman?Why stay in the social headline department and compete with men for jobs, shameless!

Editor Sen found countless reasons for himself, but was still terrified by the shrill meowing.

He is really ugly and weird, and he is not honest when he dies!It's disgusting that a woman dares to confront a man... Thinking of this, he subconsciously glanced at the black-haired foreign woman with a cigarette at the end of the carriage—this kind of freak is a deformity and should be condemned by God!Stupid woman deserves it...

However, how could he dare to say this to Rimbaud, he could only stink in his heart like a tightly covered stinking ditch on the side of the road.

"Stupid woman, you deserve it... right?" The drug seller appeared behind Editor Mori at some point, and revealed to the public what he had just meditated on.

Dazai lifted his spirits and whistled: "Wow! There is a brave man here! I will give you a piece of advice, don't make the ladies angry, that is definitely the last situation you want to face, such as now." He staggered body, revealing the urban beauty behind her.

She was wearing a smart knee-length skirt, a pink top, exquisitely cut hair, a white velvet hat and some pearl ornaments, and a chubby orange cat lay on her lap.I have to say that she is really an oriental beauty, and the cat is also very cute.

She slowly turned around to face the crowd, and greeted with a smile, "Mr. Sen?"

"To be honest, even though I know it's not the same person, I still feel a little panicked." Rimbaud murmured to himself in a low voice, and the black-haired boy leaned over and put his elbow on her waist: "If you want a divorce, I'll give it to you." Find a lawyer~"

She frowned and thought about it for a while: "It's not enough for that, after all, Mr. Natsume still has face..." In other words, if it wasn't for Natsume Soseki's face, a certain powerful leader who called the wind and rain outside The husband is about to be kicked out of the house, and it is also very wronged.

Finally, Miss Setsuko twitched the corners of her mouth to keep her facial expression from collapsing, and the drug seller also twisted the corners of her mouth suspiciously. Only Editor Mori's face turned purple with fright—his crime was exposed, and the front window of the train Ichikawa Setsuko's encounters during her lifetime were played over and over again.

Photographed by the fear of the unknown, he tremblingly knelt on the floor of the car and begged for mercy: "I didn't mean to, I was also surprised that you fell, I can't be the only one to blame for this..."

The meowing came again, the clock hanging on the wall of the carriage stopped ticking, and the chaotic and noisy conversation on the platform came from the window.Editor Sen leaned back on the seat and was awakened by the noise, and raised his hand to wipe his sweat: "So it was just a nightmare?"

"Damn, stupid woman with bad things." He said this.

"Did you say that?" The black-haired boy who followed the flow of people in front of him had dark eyes, and malice surged in his eyes, but the man smiled innocently and repeated: "Damn it, stupid woman who is evil. .”

The angry cat was neighing. Editor Mori saw himself being thrown off the train track by the scary black-haired woman. He wanted to call for help, but the cheers of the crowd covered everything up. There was a big living person, and there was a slight vibration under his feet. He thought it was a hard object that someone left on the rails.

"Really, why do people always like to throw things under the wheels of trains. It's too dangerous!" He opened the speed valve to the maximum, and the tram whizzed by, and even louder and frightened screams echoed on the platform.

"Is it fun?"

Professor Rimbaud, who was also standing on the platform, patted his son's head, and the boy shrugged his shoulders: "It's okay, he admitted it too quickly, I thought I could play for a while. And Miss Setsuko, How can you be so soft-hearted?" He turned his gaze to the other side of the platform, and the five people who were in a stable state of shock stopped their mouths and did not dare to make a sound.

When they saw the mother and son chatting, Rimbaud and Dazai smiled with almost the same curvature, and lowered their heads in shock, and then looked up, the two who were obviously not alike but insisted on being mother and son had disappeared.

……

"Hey, Miss Rimbaud~ What do you think this thing is for? It seems to be able to distinguish truth from lies. What's the reason..."

Dazai walked on the road holding the little pink wings of the scale in his hands, and the bells hanging from both ends would not ring.He held the little thing up to his eyes and turned it over to the sun, studying it carefully.Rimbaud walked ahead with his hands in his pockets, silently separating the crowd for this child who will never grow up: "Although this thing is of no use to you, forget it, take it back and study it slowly."

The young man smiled and stuffed the scale into his pocket: "I'm going to put it in the kitchen and serve it up quietly. Don't tell Mr. Sen about it~"

"Up to you." She stopped and waited for a while, stretched out her hand to rub the back of his furry head, and pushed him towards home: "When you have played outside enough, remember to go home by yourself, I won't be too big I will run out to find you at night."

As for minors visiting entertainment venues and drinking too much alcohol, there is not even a mention - is there anything worth mentioning?Don't people who drink alcohol know that this stuff is harmful to their health... It's nothing more than being touched by some seemingly insignificant incident and trying to find an excuse to avoid harm.

Of course, this is not the right thing to do, but just because it happens once in a while doesn't mean it has to be strictly prohibited.

Professor Rimbaud, who kept several bottles of wine in the refrigerator, looked suspiciously from side to side for a while.

The scene changed too quickly, but the street scene remained the same when I walked out of [Color Painting Collection].There are no strange drug sellers, no short-haired women, no chubby cats, and no frightened passengers gathered together.In the middle of the night, except for the thin fog, only the animals living in the city move freely on the streets.

The boy refused to leave as he walked, squatting on the side of the road and picking up a branch from the ground to tease stray cats that happened to pass by.The cat hesitantly stretched out its nose to sniff the branch, and found that it was inedible, so it turned around and left without hesitation, flicking its tail.

Rimbaud walked past him, picked up Dazai from the ground by his collar: "No matter what you want to do, don't forget that you still have a home." This child is too thoughtful, and she has never understood his truth. Intentions—but it's not a big problem, he's not a bad kid, just lonely because he's too smart.

Besides, hasn't he already found a friend worth hanging out with?

"I know, I know!" Dazai was perfunctory like a rebellious boy who was picked up by his mother from the game hall by the ear, walked around Professor Rimbaud, and suddenly jumped up to play tricks and forced her to recite it.

Rimbaud: "..."

Boy, why does your script seem to have a problem?Is it really not a young woman's book in your hand?

The professor, who is a bit irritable but doesn't beat up children in public places, protrudes a "well" on his forehead: "I think you want to go to the hospital!"

Tell me, I plan to break a few bones, I will help you!

"No~" He was almost as tall as Rimbaud, and he still insisted on lying on her back with his neck hugged: "Ah~ It was so scary just now! Ah~ I'm so scared! Ah~ I can't go Moved!"

Laughing angrily, she dragged Dazai forward all the way by her arms, not paying any attention to his two long legs dragging on the ground.

After procrastinating and walking for a long time before arriving at the residence, it was already late at night, and the lights in the living room were still on.It should be the night light left by Chuya. Rimbaud fumbled for a while to find the key to open the door, then "lifted" Dazai off with his backhand and walked into the entrance like a puddle of mud.

Looking up... the living room is in a mess.

Rimbaud didn't react much, he stood there and tilted his head, showing a confused expression like a small animal, thinking for a while: "May I ask you two, did you agree to do something on the same day?"

"Huh?" The orange-haired boy who opened his mother's collection and drank all his wine lost his eyes while holding the bottle: "You all don't go home, I'm the only one at home. Hmph, drink up your wine and see you Do you still dare to run around outside every day! You are so old, your eyesight is not good, and your face can't be distinguished... Whatever you run, you are not afraid of accidents, old lady!"

Dazai was thrown on the floor by the Miss Professor. The sudden burst of supernatural light on her body was too dazzling. The black-haired boy looked around and obediently tucked himself into a ball and tried to reach Adrian's cat. Squeeze in the nest.

"Nakahara Chuya... I think your skin is itchy?" She smiled softly, and the subspace unfolded in the next second, and the whole person appeared behind her son almost instantly and kicked him.The orange-haired boy took the foot with his bare hands as if he had eyes on the back of his head. Crimson color appeared on his body, and he broke away from gravity and floated in mid-air in an instant.

After that, neither of the two used weapons, and they fought together relying solely on their fists, feet, physical skills and control of different abilities, and the fight was evenly divided.The whole house was shaken by the movement they made, and it would have been turned into a pile of construction waste if it hadn't been supported by [Colorful Painting Collection].

Osamu Dazai, who huddled together with the black cat and watched the domestic violence, shook the dust on his head, calmly took out his mobile phone from his pocket-"Crooked, Mr. Mori? Well, it's me. Professor Rimbaud wants to slug Killed, are you sure you will continue to work overtime?"

Mori Ogai who just picked up a small trash: "..."

The author has something to say: Highlights of this chapter

wave of harvest

Lian Scumbag

worse than

Mori editor

Professor Rimbaud

unavoidable today

want to beat a cub

感谢在2020-02-1610:00:13~2020-02-1711:03:04期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angels of the irrigation nutrient solution: fishz53827 bottles; 10 bottles of lotus root powder Xiaoyuanzi; 3 bottles of Qingyu and Mr. Wuliu; 1 bottle of unknown name;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!