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

The sun fades away.The light in the forest is getting darker and darker, and the thin white mist is slowly flowing and brewing.The glass windows of the church cast light and shadow at intervals of light and dark, and the solid cross on the altar is silent.

Rimbaud was sitting on a hardwood bench that couldn't be described as comfortable at all, propping his head with one hand, watching and arguing with Dazai.As expected of the cub she brought up personally, the richness of vocabulary is amazing.

The originally quiet and sacred space was turned by the two of them into the streets and alleys where children spat.

Seeing the two arguing and about to roll in one place, the professor who didn't want to undertake the repair of the church lowered his arms and yawned: "Is it fun?"

The two teenagers immediately stopped all behavior and stood side by side and shook their heads together - don't talk when fighting, but must be in unison when throwing blame, otherwise one will never let the other go, and the final result must be that both of them will be punished together.

"Go to Hakone in winter. If you have any opinions on this itinerary, you can go to Mr. Mori to discuss it yourself?"

Somehow, I have to give the leader of PortMafia some face, although he has always had no face at home.

She folded her arms and leaned against the back of the bench and yawned again: "I don't think you are tired at all, go back, and go to the orchard of Tian Zhong's relative's house tomorrow."

Speaking of getting up and going out, the inside and outside of the church suddenly became white for a moment, and the sky burst into thunder without warning, followed by heavy rain from the sky, without even saying hello.

Running around in the forest in a thunderstorm is looking for death. Rimbaud hesitated repeatedly between calling someone to come to the car and driving [color painting book] to be lazy.Before he could come up with a plan, the closed door of the church was quietly pushed open a crack.

Outside, the wind and rain mixed with thunder, and before the person who pushed the door could say "excuse me", he was frightened by another flash of lightning and quickly crawled under the bench to find a small dark space to hide himself in - with the family pet Adrian, the black cat who is getting fatter, is a virtue.

These days...is there anyone who is afraid of thunder and lightning to this extent?It's not a primary school student. Although I don't see what he looks like, this latecomer is about the same height as Zhong, at least he is also a junior high school student.

Nakahara Chuya: I was offended.

The family of three was instantly refreshed like a cat that suddenly found a little mouse in its nest, and the three eyes focused on the trembling bench in unison—as the thunderstorm got bigger and bigger, the trembling range became bigger and bigger.

Rimbaud squatted down and took out the "mouse" under the bench for a look...

Well, it's a little girl.

In fact, it is not too young, visually, it is about the same age as the two sons, and it is an ordinary cub raised in an ordinary family.

The girl was easily captured from the hiding place, and she looked up and saw a shocking beauty by the electric light. She was a little dizzy for a moment, and the thunder exploded again. In a panic, she chose her hands and feet and buried her face with the lady in front of her. Go in...it's so soft, the big sister has such a good figure!

"Ah... there's no other way, let Masuda and the others drive over." Dazai couldn't smile at all, he swiped his phone to send a message, and Masuda drove the off-road vehicle with Takahashi, who was in charge of buying daily necessities, after more than ten minutes All the way rampage appeared outside the church.

"Ma'am! Mr. Dazai, Mr. Chuya!"

I don't argue with girls, and no matter how unhappy I am, I won't do anything to an ordinary person-I haven't been hugged by my mother like this for a long time, who are you!Dazai is even more unhappy, what if the gender is not dominant?I can't buy a ticket to fly to Thailand. I have lived for 16 years and it is too late to go back and complain to my mother about it.

Masuda Takahashi, who came to pick them up, watched the leader's wife take a girl whose face could not be seen clearly and sat in the back seat, counting the number of people—six, it was overloaded and couldn't fit.

"You take Dazai and this child and drive back, and I will go straight away with me." In such a thunderstorm day, it is impossible to leave an ordinary little girl in the forest, and it will be faster to go up the mountain with the [Colorful Painting Collection] alone.The black-haired boy opened the door with his head down and sat in the passenger seat. He slammed the door shut, and the black air almost appeared. Masuda, who was still wearing a maid outfit, could only go to the back seat, while Takahashi drove.Rimbaud put down the girl who was holding him tightly and comforted her: "Go to my place first, take a hot bath and eat something, then call your family to pick it up, don't be afraid."

At this moment, the thunder gradually faded away, and the girl who was so frightened that her hands and feet were stiff just now slowed down and raised her head to thank her. Masuda, who was sitting aside and tried to make room for them, said in surprise, "Huh? Aren't you Fujioka from Harada B&B?"

Did you know each other?In this way, Rimbaud was more at ease: "Okay, I'll go down first, and you drive carefully." She exited the car and waved them away.Takahashi had just met Rimbaud when he came back from replenishing his daily necessities with vegetables. He sounded his horn twice and drove the off-road vehicle away from the forest very obediently.

Rimbaud, who was sending off the little guest, turned around and hugged the eldest son with his hands: "Okay, okay, hug my grown-up little man too, don't worry about these little things!"

"Hmph. A man is a man, why do you need to add the word 'small'!" He murmured and turned his face away. It was dark in the forest and he couldn't see his expression, but he could guess that his ears must be red.

She let go of her hand very quickly, patted the top of her son's head lovingly and smiled without saying a word. The boy who realized what was happening almost jumped up: "I'm almost 1.6 meters tall. Let me tell you, I will grow by one centimeter this year, one centimeter every year." Ten years from now I will be about the same height as you. I am still growing and will definitely grow taller!"

"Okay, okay, don't worry and grow slowly." Professor Rimbaud raised his hand to comfort his son, and after hearing him complain a few words, he got angry before unfolding [Colorful Painting Collection] and took Zhongya directly back to the mountain villa—the off-road vehicle was still there. didn't come back.

Several other "maids" were on standby. When they saw the leader's wife and the young master came back first, they hurriedly brought hot water and urged them to go back to their own rooms to use the bathroom. After Rimbaud dried his hair and returned to the hall, they heard the iron gate. The horn sounded.

"There is a little guest who needs to be taken good care of, and Dazai will leave it to me." If you don't pay special attention to this kid, you can't tell what kind of moths will happen to this kid.

Masuda bowed and led the girl to the guest room. Takahashi waited for Dazai for a while before opening the car door and going down. He hurriedly drove the car to the garage.

"Come up, go back to your room and take a hot bath." Miss Professor stepped back, and the black-haired boy stepped up the steps with a sullen face.The other "maids" in the villa hugged each other with crying faces—it was terrible, it was terrible!The black energy behind Mr. Dazai almost turned into a monster and rushed out!

Rimbaud followed him into the hall, and ordered as if he didn't notice anything: "Heat a few cups of milk and deliver them to the room, and put some sweet cocoa for the little guests."

The boy who was walking in front was even angrier, and he ran up the stairs. After a few seconds, the sound of the door being forced to close was heard. The professor added helplessly: "Okay, the second lady also needs sweet cocoa in her milk."

"Maids": "..."

Pfft, not to mention it looks alike!Ah... no, no, no, I can't laugh, if Mr. Dazai hears that my life is in jeopardy...

A feral cat that is adopted halfway is always very sensitive to the behavior of the caretaker approaching other wild cubs. No one can figure out which detail touched his little nerve, but he can't just leave it there and ignore it. ——The result of indifference is likely to be that this guy's suicide syndrome broke out and disturbed everyone's peace.

"Cook" Tanaka brought a few cups of hot milk, and Rimbaud took a cup with sweetened cocoa and directly appeared in Dazai's room with his supernatural power.

There was the sound of water hitting the ground steadily in the bathroom, Miss Professor didn't even want to put down the glass and opened the bathroom isolation door.Well, as expected, "Second Miss" was floating in the bathtub and was about to drown herself.

Fortunately, this is just a daily basic operation, not beyond the scope of "protest".

Stepping forward, she took the man out of the water, stripped him naked and stuffed him into the quilt, and she picked up the cocoa milk and stuffed it to the guy who was wrapped in the quilt and said, "Drink."

"You're fickle! I'm not responsible! Seeing one likes the other!" The boy who was soaked in cold water to death had a blocked nose, muttering while holding milk—it's fine if the slug is favored, after all, he's his own son anyway, anyway, he's used to it.But the question is why any little animal in trouble is favored more than himself?I have never been patted and coaxed by my mother in my arms, I am going to make a fuss!

Rimbaud watched him take the glass away after drinking the milk, and slapped him on the head with a "snap": "What about your future?"

"I was eaten by the slug with the lettuce!" Someone retorted very smoothly, and got another shudder on the forehead: "This trivial matter also cares about what you have and what you don't have, you are really capable."

"I want to hug too..." The boy hiding in the quilt hugged his head and rubbed his head for a long time before uttering this sentence. The professor laughed angrily: "You can't speak well, you have to be so awkward." Said After finishing putting him in his arms with the quilt, he patted him and let go immediately: "Okay, you are almost taller than me, show some mature and stable temperament. Really, raising you is ten times better than other people's family." I'm all tired, okay, okay, don't think too much, don't want you, cheated, cheated and lived for so many years and now want to run away? It's a good idea!"

The quilt beside her was arched, and a furry black head emerged slowly, and the left eye, which was unbandaged, was fine.Lan Bo conveniently squeezed his cheeks which he could not get fat no matter what, and pulled them aside: "Childish, coquettish, clingy."

"Wang Kai, wow, hello..." She couldn't dodge enough and was caught by her, and the black head slowly retracted into the quilt again: "I'm going to sleep!"

"Good night! Goodbye!" She picked up the empty glass and opened the door to go out: "Zhongye is not jealous, but you are still jealous!"

The door panel was gently closed, and after a click, the black head quickly got out of the quilt, a ball of quilt was rubbed to the side of the refrigerator, and several rolls of new bandages were taken out from it, and flew back to the bed with a "squeak" and wrapped itself up again went in.

Panicked like a hermit crab that has only been dragged out of its shell.

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Professor Rimbaud

doubt yourself sometimes

Raised two daughters