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

Karuizawa is the destination where Nakaya participated in a school trip last summer.Because he has been here once, he is more familiar with the local situation than the other two.Glancing at someone who looked like a mangy dog, the orange-haired boy walked to the side of the road and chose a spot to stand still. He waited for more than 20 minutes for a taxi.After Rimbaud helped to stuff the luggage into the car, he let the two boys sit in the back seat and sat in the passenger seat, fastened his seat belt, reported his address and set off immediately.

"Ah~ the wind is cool~ it's very~comfortable~" Dazai wished he could stick out the window to enjoy the wind, he didn't want to watch the "decapitation" and he didn't want Zhong who entered the police station at the first time dragged him in and stepped on him Underfoot: "Be quiet for me!"

"No, this world is a birdcage, and the freedom outside is what I yearn for~" He slammed into the car door while Rimbaud calmly turned his head and said to the driver: "My son is not so clear-headed, take him here to recuperate .”

"Oh!" The driver looked at the too young lady with a look of "admiration", stepped on the accelerator to the end, forced the taxi out of the feeling of F1, and sped up the road around the road. In an hour, I ran a distance that usually takes more than an hour.

"It's just tips, so don't need to look for it. Thank you." When she reached the gate of the villa, she slipped a banknote and sent the driver to send him away, and stepped forward to ring the doorbell outside the wrought iron gate.

The architectural form of Japanese and Western co-construction has a unique and subtle aesthetic feeling. The lawn and shrubs are well trimmed, and it does not look like it has been in disrepair.

Soon the door of the villa was pushed open from the inside, and a figure wearing a maid's uniform and an apron "rushed" out from the inside and came straight to the door: "Hey, hey, right now! Right now!"

When the figure rushed in front of him, even a person like Rimbaud, who was used to seeing the big world, couldn't help taking half a step back.Nakaya rubbed his eyes, rubbed his eyes again, all the way pretending that he was still a child, Dazai Osamu, who was lying on the suitcase, slid down from the top of the suitcase and even fell backwards.

The person who opened the door was a head taller than Rimbaud. He was as strong as the tauren in the video game. The knotted muscles on his arms stretched the puff sleeves of the maid skirt to the extreme. The professor suspected that he would be able to directly Rely on muscle tension to tear off the sleeve... The poor black and white skirt covers the knees, which means that it was originally a very serious skirt, but now it has been ruined so miserably, and you can even see the legs blowing in the wind under the white apron hair.

The "woman" in the skirt has a fierce expression and fierce eyes, and there seems to be a scar on her forehead. Together, they are perfectly capable of collecting usury.

"You..." He Fangsheng?

The "maid" opened the wrought iron gate with a bang, and the flung iron wrought iron hit the flower bed, sparking, and the cement flower trough silently cracked a fragile wound. "She" turned a blind eye and stepped forward enthusiastically: "Ma'am!"

Well, the voice is deep and mellow, and it can be confirmed that it is definitely not the result of excess male hormones, he is a clear man!

Professor Rimbaud took another step back: "..." No!Don't call me madam!I am afraid!

"You and the two gentlemen are finally here. We've been waiting for a long time!" The maid lifted up everything to salute like a juggler, and threw Osamu Dazai, who was lying on the ground and dared not get up, on his shoulders to resist entering the villa: "The sanitation is done. , the room is also ready. We have been waiting in Karuizawa for several years but the organization came to collect it. There is no salary, so we can only change the villa into a bed and breakfast, so we can earn some money to survive and not let people feel distracted... ..."

Professor Rimbaud: "..." You are really talented!

Zhong Ye hid behind her and stretched his head to look in: "Do you really want to go in?"

"Go in, Dazai has already been carried in, I'm afraid that something will happen to him..." I always feel that something terrible might happen if we don't stop it quickly.

It's all here, Rimbaud will never leave one child alone, he can only step into this villa that is more terrifying than a haunted house with the other behind him.

The villa is a normal villa, but the garden is not the geometric shrub lawn that people think.At the entrance, two cement flower troughs are used to build a high and low flower wall. Although there are gaps at intervals, it still forms the visual effect of the flower wall and the trail.Behind the flower wall is a gentle and wide lawn, and a circle of roses is planted around the building near the steps of the villa.

She took Zhongya to the end and stepped up the steps to enter the villa. The hall was pasted with silver-green Damascus pattern wallpaper, and the furniture was made of dark chestnut walnut wood. In the next second, a shadowy white ghost will come out of the fireplace crying.

Looking at this villa from the outside, it looks a bit old-fashioned. I didn't expect that the inside is more retro than the outside?

Dazai and his luggage were all placed in the hall, and the tall and strong "maid" appeared after leaving for a while, bringing other "servants", all of them were burly men, all of them were fierce, all of them were in maid outfits... one by one was slimmer than the other. The mother and son are particularly vulnerable.

"Mr. Dazai!" The leading "maid" bowed and pointed at the colleagues one by one: "Tanaka is in charge of the kitchen, Mikawa is in charge of the lawn, Okura is in charge of the flower pond, and Takahashi is in charge of purchasing. We usually clean up together when we are away. Clean and maintain the villa, and I am mainly responsible for receiving guests when there are guests, my surname is Yitian."

The mental blow exceeded the load range, Dazai did not lift his head but stretched out an arm and shook it weakly: "My head hurts, I need to rest..."

It's no good, he has to sleep and restart the machine, and refresh his views by the way.

"Yes, there are many more rooms upstairs, please choose as you like! Madame and Mr. Nakahara, please!" Masuda stretched out his hand and bowed to the stairs, and Rimbaud picked up the limp Dazai and dragged him up to the second floor. I chose three rooms that are connected together and can still see the scenery.

The decoration in the room is normal, but the wallpaper is still dark, even if the lights are not turned on during the day, it is a bit too dark.

"I live in the middle, and you can choose the left and right sides." First of all, to eliminate the possibility of a quarrel, she motioned for someone to open the door and move all the luggage in.Regardless of how the two "kids" whose age plummets when they meet each other choose how to choose, they first point out their own boxes and hand them over to Yitian to organize and arrange them.

After she finished packing, the two teenagers outside the door were still arguing, Rimbaud opened the door and sighed: "Chuya left Dazai right, now! Immediately! Immediately! Take your own luggage and let me pack it!"

The black furry was very dissatisfied: "Why is the middle also on the left?"

The mother who has never been partial to the younger son stopped back with one sentence: "Because the middle is also the eldest son, is this reason enough?" Anyway, you just want a reason, as for whether the reason is valid or not, it is not her business .

"..." Suffering another blow, Dazai dragged his suitcase into the room on the right with lasagna tears streaming down his face, refusing the help of the "maid". Rimbaud glanced at his eldest son, and Chuya raised his head and carried his luggage into the room on the left rest.

She stood in the middle and thought for a while, and opened the door on the right without knocking. The black-haired boy threw the box on the ground and buried it under the quilt, making it impossible to get out, as if he was crying out of anger.

This is of course impossible.

Rimbaud didn't care how he interpreted it, and asked, "Is there anything that cannot be touched?" He knelt down and opened his box without getting any answer... Well, as expected, it was full of bandages.

Stuffing all the medical materials into the freezer of the refrigerator, she took out a bottle of Coke and stuck it on the back of the boy who was still pretending to be dead: "Okay, don't always bully Zhongye, or do you really want to play with him but can't find it?" Not the right way?"

Dazai, who was frozen on the back of his head, turned over and hugged the quilt and rolled: "The most annoying thing is slugs! How can there be such slimy and shiny creatures!"

"I can understand that this is your unique duplicity?" Professor Rimbaud, who stared at him wiping his shoes on the bed for a long time, sat down and rubbed Dazai's fluffy hair.

"Hmph..." The little monster who was appeased then quieted down.

She didn't open the door until he fell asleep. In the other room, Zhong Zhong had already packed his clothes and supplies, opened his books and started his homework. The homework time left for him every summer vacation was almost at the speed of life and death. This year, no matter what, he had to finish it early. ...After finishing writing, you can play happily until school starts~

——This is the reaction of a normal child. Sure enough, Mr. Mori led Dazai to the wrong place. That guy's education method needs to be rethought.

"Where do you go here at night?"

It will be evening at the earliest when Dazai wakes up, so he can only think about where he will go at night.

The orange-haired boy who was halfway through his homework had an indescribable expression on his face: "I came with my classmates last time..." Even if there is an event at night, it is definitely not an event that you will be interested in, okay?

At night, I can only take a walk along the trail outside to enjoy the coolness. There is a large forest nearby, and it will be a lot of fun to get lost in it.

Professor Lan Bo said that whoever gets lost, she will never get lost. At worst, she will open the sub-space to bring everyone back. Look strong.

It doesn't matter if it looks good, this kind of rough and crazy painting style is really not something anyone can control, even Rimbaud feels his eyes hurt.

"The organization has been indifferent for so many years, and these people themselves did not take the initiative to contact their superiors. Either their superiors died too suddenly when the first generation was changed, and they did not have time to contact them, or these few people had already had a different intention and wanted to set up a new family. ...but the latter is less likely." She was struggling to survive in maid skirts, so she didn't have the heart to play with anything.

By the way...the painting style of this muscular man's maid skirt...does he like it after looking at it for a long time?

The author has something to say: the latest update time is indeed unstable, because I am preparing for the deposit of the new article, deleting, deleting, modifying, and writing about [-] words every day. There are too many things to do, so I can't be too punctual, but I will try my best to catch up with the time in the future.