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

The New Year is a traditional festival, and all the countries in the world that follow the Gregorian calendar will basically celebrate the change of the old and the new in various forms on this day.

Rimbaud doesn't celebrate Christmas, and it's much easier to take care of the family. The most important festival of the year is the New Year except for the birthdays of each family member.After eating fish and soba noodles for dinner according to the Japanese tradition, she huddled in the kotatsu Nakaya brought back and fell asleep.

——The home is equipped with a central air conditioner, which can fully meet the requirements of spring all year round, but Amway, who has had his subordinates' "night talk with the family around the stove", has to get one in the living room.

"The inside and outside of the kotatsu are two completely different spaces..."

She pressed her chin on the table, her cheeks were flushed by the heat, and her voice became muffled.Adrian crawled around in the kotatsu, as if using this strange thing as a second cat's nest.

Mr. Mori didn't squeeze into the kotatsu, but sat beside her and carefully tore off the skin and network of the tangerines bit by bit, leaving only the yellow pulp on a small plate in front of her: "Why don't you turn on the air conditioner? It seems that shrinking like this is not good for health."

"Today... Let's do this first today..." She yawned, and raised her hand to wipe the tears from the corners of her eyes.Mr. Sen didn't say anything more about this issue, and pushed the plate full of tangerine meat that was about to overflow in front of her: "After the New Year's holiday, it's time to go to the hospital for an examination. This time I can see the baby's facial features. Like who?"

It's not ugly to look like anyone, but the whole family hopes that the new member will look like Professor Rimbaud.She looked back and thought about her growth path from childhood to adulthood, rubbed her forehead for a while and asked Mr. Sen: "What... did you do when you were young... Was it a headache?"

Not even.

"In my case, my father is the vassal's medical attendant, very busy, and my mother is in charge of education. I don't remember the earlier things. Kai Meng was studying at the age of three until he was admitted to the preparatory course of the Tokyo University School of Medicine at the age of 12, and then went to Germany. , Serve in the army after returning to China. Maybe... no time?" Mr. Mori rarely recalled the past, except for Rimbaud, who was almost a natural genius who had never studied in college, everyone who had been poisoned by the burden of schoolwork suffocated for a few seconds.

No wonder this man secured the position of the leader of PortMafia before he was 40 years old. In addition to being cunning by nature, he is also a genius in a sense.

Self-disciplined genius, very scary.

"It's still like you. You can solve the trouble yourself, and don't let me have a headache." She thought of her skill in causing trouble, and in order not to hurt her liver in the future, she had to get rid of this responsibility now.

Mr. Sen thought that Madam liked him so much, Le Dian shook his tail: "Even if I work with the little princess every day, I would be willing!"

Two "old men" on one side of the kotatsu get together to recall the past, and two big boys who can almost be called youths and a soft young boy are crowded on the other three sides - listening to the "old man" confession with his ears up.

Rimbaud's childhood is basically a compulsory template for bad boys - fighting, lying and defrauding, plundering and blackmailing, and doing everything.

"I can't get enough to eat. My father didn't come back from the station all the year round. At first, he knew how to pay the salary every now and then. Later, he separated from his mother completely and went to the African colony with the army." She squeezed the tangerine meat and stuffed it into her mouth: "Mother is A devout believer, so pious that he has no heart, and he treats beggars better than his own children."

"The church says that people are born sinful, and she really punishes her children as sinners, which is strict and dogmatic. After the elder brother was taken into the army by his father, he no longer cares about the family. There are two younger sisters under him. If you don't want to If we can't get food some way, we'll probably starve to death all three of us."

She didn't think there was anything difficult about her country background, including running away from home and going to Paris, where she was reduced to stealing things in a casino, and even pretended to sell herself.It can be said that her life before the age of 19 was full of ups and downs enough for others to spend a lifetime...

This is the first time Mr. Mori has heard the story about Rimbaud before the Paris Commune period.He reacted for a while, and uttered a complaint that only he dared to say: "So... how did Madam become such an excellent educator?"

You can't look at your resume even if it is released!Is the Ministry of Education blind?

The professor was also unceremonious: "Haven't you also created remarkable achievements in a field that runs counter to your major?"

Speaking of which, both of them actually became proud, which kind of means "as expected of me. jpg".

Zhong never thought that his mother was such a completely hopeless problem child when he was a teenager, and he never thought that Mr. Mori, the criminal leader, was still a good baby when he was young, and he didn't know what to say before and after he opened his mouth wide.Dazai tried so hard to hold back his laughter that he almost passed out, A-Dun looked at him worriedly, ready to splash the cold water in the cup on his face at any time.

"Well, it's okay, there's nothing wrong with this..." The white-haired boy who was trying to ease the atmosphere laughed, and Dazai, who was trembling even with the kotatsu, raised his hand and gave him a slap: " That’s not okay, oh, no, no, no, no.”

After all, he didn't say anything wrong, except for laughing, he still laughed, and he probably made up for all the parts that he hadn't laughed seriously for so many years, all at once today.

Rimbaud was in particularly good spirits today, and he didn't feel sleepy until midnight.The temperature in this winter was higher than usual, and there was no snow at the end of the year. Mr. Mori, who was not at home every year before, proposed to go to a nearby small shrine to complete the New Year’s program. The professor nodded and agreed without fear at all: "Okay, it's not far away, it's good to go out for a walk."

Not far away, put on coats and shoes, the family gathered together and walked to the beach.There are already many people in the community walking on the road with their families, and the destination is that small shrine—the temple is fine, it’s a bit far away, unless people who are particularly concerned about these things, everyone wants to be lazy and have a rest.

"Mrs. Rimbaud?" Mr. Shibusawa, who was still white all over and lit up like a light bulb at night, was also dragged out of the house by his cheap pet. When he saw the family from a distance, he said hello and came up to him—ah!A string of diamonds!Collectors had a pleasing new year today.

Mr. Mori has never moved so fast in his life, and he quickly stood between the neighbor and his wife to block his idiot's gaze.Zhong also didn't want to deal with this collecting habit, and Dazai wanted to run away when he saw a dog.Only A-Dun nodded to the stranger for the sake of neighborhood relations, social morality and other restrictions: "Hello!"

Mr. Shibusawa felt that his blood pressure was a little high, his legs were a little soft, and his eye sockets were a little wet: "Very good!"

What a beautiful luster, the beauty of denying and daring to resist the contradictions in the heart, and it is a completely different beautiful collection compared with Professor Rimbaud... Well, the parents behind this child are more difficult to mess with than the other, he just thinks about it , Just think about it!

Sure enough, this house should be bought. Professor Rimbaud's house has almost become a small museum.What is the difference between guarding such a neighbor and collecting these diamonds yourself?

His expression looked a little dangerous, and A-Dun snorted "Ahahahahaha" a few times, shrank behind Dazai in embarrassment and hid.

"Let's go to the shrine, are you too?" After all, Mr. Mori was the most sensible person in the family, and he didn't plan to fight with his neighbors on New Year's Eve, but greeted him politely.Shibusawa Tatsuhiko withdrew his eyes from Professor Rimbaud and Nakajima boy and replied absently, "Yeah": "I don't really want to go out, but Opal was very excited when he heard the movement outside. If I don't let it out, I will Bitten the fabric of the house."

And his superpowers are useless against dogs, if they really want to fight...he probably won't be able to beat his own dog.

It's such a sad story that makes a strange sound of "hahahahahahahaha".

Everyone was heading in the same direction, and soon came to the torii gate of the shrine.Aden was nervous all the way. If the old man who led the way appeared again, would it bring about a series of chain reactions? However, he didn't see Yanya's shadow after passing through the torii—of course there would be no, and the gods on New Year's Day He is so busy that he stays at the headquarters, and the artifacts are also busy.

So the young man was surprised to find that the white round table on the top of the mountain prairie that he saw during his last visit had all disappeared, and only the tall imperial tree looked familiar.

"This is it?" He turned around in horror and asked Rimbaud for help. The other party raised a finger to his lips and made a mysterious smile.

The honest boy was so frightened that he broke out in a cold sweat, he walked around in a circle in a daze, and then walked down the mountain with the big flow.Back at the door of the house, Marquez, who hadn’t seen him for a long time, stood outside the fence hesitantly, and Masao Imai stood next to him with his head down, not knowing what he was doing.

Mr. Sen narrowed his eyes. Before he could say anything, Rimbaud stepped forward and pushed the student's head to make him look up: "What's wrong?"

"I...professor!" The young man who was just an ordinary person cried out with a "woof": "I killed someone!"

He was trembling all over, as if what he killed was not others, but some invisible but always-existing order, himself.

She rubbed the disoriented student: "But you protected me, the grumpy old professor who always scolded you, didn't you? If someone has to bear the crime of the murderer, let me take it, anyway, I He is not a good person either, and his dead souls may be more than the biscuits you have ever eaten."

"From today onwards, I will never eat biscuits again, Professor." Imai was still crying, but the shaking of his body had stopped, and he probably could get through this level.

"Okay, come in and have a bowl of soba noodles, and then go home, your family is waiting for you."

She pushed his head, glanced back at Marquez by the way, then raised her hand and waved to the neighbors following along the way, calling the family to enter the small white two-story house with orange lights.

"Go home."

The author has something to say: Highlights of this chapter

-The main line of the main text is over, and the rest is... a long story...

让·阿尔蒂尔·尼古拉·兰波（1854年10月20日--1891年11月10日）

The writing life as a poet was only five years from the first Latin narrative poem at the age of 14 to "A Season in Hell" at the age of 19.

In five years, this young man who never went to college became a pinnacle.

A man who has been wandering in a foreign land forever and betrayed repeatedly throughout his life.

Everyone thought he died in battle, but in fact he was just a deserter.

Others praised him impassionedly for his achievements in poetry, but he just said lightly, "Stop talking, I feel sick".

He despised the worldly life of money, but after the age of 19, he lived the way he hated the most.

He ran away from home all his life, but when he died, he looked forward to returning home.

Rimbaud said: "Living far away."

In the end, he and his poems were still buried in his hometown.