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

"I'll come and see you, thank you by the way."

Although the effect is terrible, this young man who is not a father or even married and can't even take care of himself has really tried his best. After realizing that his strength is not enough, he quickly made adjustments and sent the child to a place where she can take better care of her. Who can say anything about him?

The gentle and gentle lady sat there with a smile.

Dazai had thought about who would really dare to adopt him as an ordinary child, and after seeing her, he felt a feeling of "as expected".

Only by being heterogeneous can we tolerate heterogeneity.

The young man scratched his hair forward and couldn't help asking: "Could it be that Vitaly is really...?"

She nodded with a smile, and he rolled over on the sofa with his head in his arms and howled, "Why!"

It's not fair!How could someone like Mr. Mori give birth to such a lovely daughter?Cheating, definitely cheating!It must be Miss Rimbaud's genes that turned the tide.

Mr. Kunikida, the most upright person in the whole detective agency, felt sincere shame and embarrassment for his partner at this moment: "Hurry up and sit down! Dazai!"

He almost tore the words out between his teeth, but it didn't work.The black-haired young man writhed like a worm, and the twisting was not enjoyable enough, he jumped up and rushed to the elegant lady sitting opposite: "Are you really not considering divorce? I am willing to puff for Vitaly's custody...!"

The other two shot at the same time, and Kunikida's unique skills were not as good as others. Professor Rimbaud slapped the overage kid who hadn't learned a lesson, and quickly retracted his hand to stroke his long hair, smiling softly and reservedly: "Sorry."

Mr. Kunikida pushed his glasses: "It's okay."

Well done!

Picking up a few biscuits of a moderate size, Professor Rimbaud picked up Mr. Detective by his collar and shook them, then began to stuff the biscuits into his mouth: "Be quiet, or next time I will stuff anyone's socks."

Osamu Dazai, sunk.

After eliminating the source of noise, she put the son away, and looked sideways at the young man with straight eyes: "Can you record it? About the murderer who attacked Atsushi Nakajima and Izumi Jinghua."

"Oh! Okay, please tell me." Kunikida suddenly felt a sense of professional intimacy with this lady.

She spent 10 minutes describing the incident, another 10 minutes answering questions, and finally left her name under the record: Attila Rimbaud.

Dazai had already eaten the biscuit in his mouth, leaned over to watch her write, and jumped up when he saw that she was about to leave: "I'll take you downstairs~"

She got up and nodded as farewell, then turned and walked out, and when she reached the door, she waited patiently for the young man who ran to get the sand-colored windbreaker.

Walking downstairs, the sun has already slid from the top of the head to the horizon, and the orange clouds are stacked like castles floating on the sea in the distance.He walked beside her, rarely showing a quiet and delicate side.

But there is no mother who does not like this kind of child.Even though he knew that he was a good actor and actor, Professor Rimbaud still slowed down his expression and waited for him to join him. He walked along the Tsurumi River and chatted without saying a word.

"Have you ever been bullied?"

"I have already returned with revenge!"

"Are you wronged?"

"Apologize to me."

"Are you injured?"

"...Well, hahaha."

"protect yourself."

"Uh-huh!"

He sent her to the traffic light closest to the port: "I'm going back." Rimbaud raised his head, looked at the child who was separated from her by a whole world against the light, and suddenly turned his head to show a relieved smile.The long-haired woman opened her arms and hugged the frightened young man with wide-eyed eyes, and gave him an unreserved hug.

"Good luck."

Soon she let go of her hand, and the young man quickly bent over and wrapped her around her: "I don't want good luck." He wanted that sense of security, the peace of mind that even aliens can exist with peace of mind.

"Maybe this kind of saying is old and vulgar. Forgive me for not being able to think of any new words. As long as you keep going, there will definitely be someone who will make you look forward to this world. Don't give up so early." She still let go He retreated a certain distance: "Of course, if it's really boring, it's okay to make a cool exit."

He grinned big after hearing this: "I know, I'm good."

Turning his back to her and putting away his expression, the young man left with dark eyes.

She could almost imagine the face of the young man with his back turned to her now, and sighed.I don't know who will be able to rescue this coquettish spirit from the depths of the swamp in the future, and I sincerely hope that Miss Warrior will show up soon.

When I returned to the seaside flat where I lived temporarily, there was only the domesticated cat working in the kitchen.The white-haired boy raised his head when he heard the movement at the gate, and when he saw it, he immediately reported: "Mr. Mori took Ai Bei and Mr. Nakaya and Mr. Dazai out."

"Yeah." She took off the shawl and hung it on the hanger: "Please cook a hangover soup."

"Oh!" A-Dun retracted without saying a word: "It will be ready soon."

The master bedroom is still the Central Plains cadre's own bedroom. Rimbaud opened the door and put the orange-haired young man who was making a fuss in the small black room and put the quilt on his own bed, carefully drew the curtains and exited to close them. Door.

One or two are like this, they can't take care of themselves, they need to clean up!

The Central Plains cadre woke up before dinner, opened his eyes and stared at the ceiling for a while, covered his eyes with his palm, just wanted to find a place to hide - what did he do...

Not to mention getting drunk during the day, and asking so many sticky and disgusting questions, I really am a big fool.

The bedroom door was politely knocked twice, he stepped forward to open the door in dejection, and an identical face appeared outside.

Hey!

Mr. Cadre, who was so frightened that he jumped up, controlled himself with a supernatural power, pretending to be calm: "What's the matter?"

"Attila asked me to ask if you want to eat dinner." Before the other party could answer, he quickly added a second sentence: "If you don't eat, drink some hangover soup." It seemed that he didn't want anyone more at the table.

Hey!If you talk like that, I still have to eat this dinner.

Then he bit the bullet and sat at the dining table that had always been used as a decoration. He looked up and saw that the mackerel was sitting on the opposite side... the mackerel was surrounded by a tiger, and on his left, Mr. Mori was putting his daughter on his lap and watching her eat. On the right is another self, and to the side is Professor Rimbaud, the head of the family.

The atmosphere at the dinner table was relaxed and comfortable, just like what an ordinary family would have.Mackerel's face was still a little green, and he walked around the little girl listlessly, not caring about finding fault.

No, this shouldn't be the mackerel, he was still wearing the characteristic black suit of PortMafia, it didn't look like he had defected.But a mackerel is a mackerel, and it's just as bad no matter where it is.

He lowered his head and took a sip of the dinner on the plate, his eyes lit up—it was delicious, the taste he would like.The young man looked up and looked around again, his eyes stayed on A Dun who was in charge of the spoon for a moment, and then slipped away as if nothing had happened.

When he saw Renhu, he couldn't help but think of Akutagawa, and when he thought of Akutagawa, he thought of the smuggling boat that was sunk by that kid, ah...he couldn't help but have a stomach ache.

You can make Huangba vomit and feel a stomachache, Akutagawa, you are really good.

Instantly lost all appetite.

Osamu Dazai, whose family status plummeted due to the loss of his sister, noticed these details. The boy rolled his eyes, and also pretended to be nonchalant, lowered his head, peeled the meat and stuffed it into Vitaly's bowl.

"Okay!" The eldest man who had been staring at him for a long time made a stop voice: "Aibei can't continue to eat meat, feed me some carrot and pea puree." After speaking, he looked at the person in charge of the spoon: "Tomorrow, it's better to make chawanmushi Digest."

Finally, he looked at his mother: "Abe is scheduled to be vaccinated next month, hurry up and find a way to go back early."

The old Central Plains cadre sitting next to him blushed instantly—this is not raising a younger sister, but clearly raising a daughter.

How could it be possible for me to look like a mother-in-law with a polite face?He also speaks in honorifics, is there any mistake!

Rimbaud has long been accustomed to his eldest son's meddling behavior, so he replied seriously without raising his head: "Got it."

Just answered so honestly?

Mr. Zhongyuan felt that he couldn't eat. He suddenly realized that he was like a garlic clove that didn't fit in. He insisted on squeezing into the peeled orange and pretending to be no different from others.

It's better to find a reason to leave, it's weird.He started to fidget a little, but he endured the discomfort and continued to sit at the dining table—it seemed impolite to get up and leave in the middle of the meal.

After a while, Vitaly was full, and it was only at this moment that he could see who the child was most dependent on.The little girl first clung to her mother's side, and then immediately squeezed between the Central Plains cadres and Zhong Ye, pinching a corner of her clothes with her little hands.

She is a keen child.

Being pinched by a child at the hem of his clothes was like being sealed, and the plan of the Central Plains cadres to leave without a problem came to an end.After dinner, I was inexplicably caught in the "family members" and forced to participate in "family education", was asked questions in various languages, and received appreciative pats from the "mother".Then I watched my "sister" draw ghosts with mackerel, watched boring and childish cartoons with her, and read the fairy tale book that Mr. Mori bought temporarily in the afternoon for more than an hour.

When Vitaly finally fell asleep and let go of his hand, it was already dark, and he tried to open his mouth to say goodbye several times and failed continuously. He found himself being pushed into the bathroom with his pajamas in his arms...

It feels weird.

When I was a teenager, I heard others complain about how long-winded my parents were, and how troublesome my brothers and sisters were.It was only today that I suddenly realized why those human beings would smile and despise their own family members—it was showing off implicitly, it must be, it must be so!

Although it is a bit annoying to be trivial, it is better than being startled by the echo when you open the door and enter the house after get off work in the early morning.At least if you forget to bring a bath towel when you take a shower, someone will reach out to help hand it in-if it’s not a mackerel, and if someone didn’t draw a slug in the bath towel with chili sauce, it would be even better, really.

The painter who wasted food was punched and shrank back into the sofa with his head in his arms. The cadres in the Central Plains almost wanted to applaud, but they saw this guy sticking to his mother and began to "beep".

It's disgusting. Before he could spit it out, Mr. Mori put down the newspaper and coughed to express his dissent: "Mr. Dazai? Please don't pester other people's wives. Otherwise, I will have to arrange for you to go overseas for a long-term business trip. You want to go to Antarctica to dig Oil?"

The Central Plains cadres also picked up the mackerel and threw it on the floor to sit next to Professor Rimbaud. The mother and son skillfully found the game CD and stuffed it into the machine.After a while, mackerel joined them, and after a while, I don’t know why there is an extra game controller in my hand, and after a while, Mr. Lian Mori stood behind and watched and made suggestions...

What are you doing?When he was lying on the bed and about to fall asleep, he thought about something very important——Isn’t I planning to say goodbye?

The author has something to say: Highlights of this chapter

Taken Zai takes the children

the child is alive

Physical and mental health

Isn't that enough?

Issued by Akutagawa

envy, jealousy, hate

the sound of

感谢在2020-04-0409:00:00~2020-04-0510:47:21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: 10 bottles of Aiai, Yue, (*^ω^*); 5 bottles of Youbeian, Qile Taotao, Puyang Shaohao; 3 bottles of Konghuaji; Juyi, saiiiiii, Gucheng, 1 bottle of rain in the forest;

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