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

"Mr. Mori, the matter is completed, I will return to Yokohama to report to the leader, and you can spend the rest of the time as you like. Someone will come to pick you up in a few days, and I want to spend time with my wife in the future... It's not too bad It's possible."

The attitude of PortMafia, who was in charge of monitoring him, changed a lot. After saying goodbye respectfully, he finally gave up time and space.Mori Ogai was standing on the street touching his pockets, seeing that the man had gone far away, he walked along the road for a while, and walked in to a jewelry store that looked okay...

"That... madam?"

The black-haired young man stood obediently outside the door, clutching his pocket, waiting for his wife to open the door for him. Rimbaud was so angry that he opened the door and turned around to leave. He could feel the unhappiness radiating from her without asking.

Mr. Sen lowered his head to look at his own image - the disguise is perfect, why is she angry?

"that……"

Smart people don't ask "why are you angry" a question that could put them in a bad situation.

When I entered the door and looked around, my eyes lit up when I saw my cheap son Mr. Sen lying on the coffee table doing homework, "Mr. Zhongya, do you need help with homework?"

He is very lucky, and he really needs someone to help with the math problem today.

In any case, Ogai Mori also successfully graduated from the Faculty of Medicine of the University of Tokyo. He also went to Germany to study in his early years. For him, mathematics is like a small game for exercising his thinking.

Zhongyuan Zhong, who was also shrouded in the low pressure of his mother and did not dare to make mistakes, turned his face to look at his poor stepfather, thinking that this guy might need help more than himself.The kind-hearted little boy nodded and pushed the homework book in front of him: "This."

Mori Ogai glanced at it, and found that the difficulty of the homework was just right for a boy in the third grade of elementary school. He probably found some hidden rules in it.

"Mr. Zhongye, I believe you have seen that the answer to one plus one hundred is the same as two plus 99. Then add up from one to one hundred..."

"...Is this the way...?"

"That's right, that's it... Then let's observe from the beginning, what is the relationship between one and two and three and four?"

"……Well……"

Rimbaud dragged the washed clothes out of the subspace and disposed of them. When he returned to the living room, he saw Mr. Sen holding his chin with one hand and patiently scrolling back and forth on the homework to explain the homework.Serious people will always look better than usual, and a gentle and handsome man has probably reached the pinnacle of his appearance in his life at this moment.

"..."

Forget it, since he is still useful, the matter of Fatty Yamamoto has been changed unilaterally.

The stranger who followed him also disappeared, did he solve the problem by himself?Not bad, knowing not to bring trouble home.

After finishing her homework while waiting, she put down her phone and raised her chin: "I've booked a restaurant, and it takes 10 minutes to walk there. Maybe I can catch up with their dining performance in time if I leave now."

"Let's go then?" He patted the orange-haired boy on the back and urged him to go upstairs to change his clothes. He took out a velvet jewelry box from his pocket with his left hand and opened it: "A present, madam, for you."

Inside was a simple and plain ring with a tiny diamond set in it.

"I can only afford this one now, and I will try my best to change it to a bigger one for you in the future." Mr. Sen smiled awkwardly, and looked a little nervous when he looked carefully.

She must be nervous, Miss Rimbaud looks like the kind of lady from a rich family with excellent background, and there is no shortage of jewelry.The ring in her hand was probably the most shabby gift she had ever seen, and it would be embarrassing if it was thrown directly on the face.

She lowered her eyelids and stared at the ring for a while, Mori Ogai was ready to be smashed, and then she heard the madam laugh suddenly, put her beautiful fingers in front of him, and the long-haired woman's bright brown eyes Feeling warm inside: "Huh?"

"oh oh!"

Somewhat clumsily, he took out the ring and put it on her left hand, and sighed contentedly in his heart—it also depended on his wife's good life, such a simple decoration can also have a thrilling beauty.

"Okay, let's go."

Seeing that her son had already changed his clothes and went downstairs, she immediately got up and went to the entrance to change his shoes, and even raised her hand to show him: "Doesn't it look good?"

Zhong Yuanzhong also took a look and nodded: "It looks good, but it's a little small and not very conspicuous."

Mr. Sen: "..."

bad boy!

"Is there? I think it's okay."

Rimbaud didn't care about the size of the diamond. What made her feel happy was that the price of this ring was almost the upper limit that Mr. Mori could pay at present.

"Madam is really tolerant of me, ahahaha..." Mori Ogai struggled to show his presence, the three of them locked the door, and slowly followed the head of the family to the restaurant she had reserved.

It was already dark outside, and the summer night in Tokyo was humid and hot. Rimbaud pushed Nakaya to the innermost side, and Mr. Mori consciously walked on the outermost side. He looked no different from any ordinary family strolling around, except that his appearance was a bit high. .

On the other side of the road, there were a few children standing at the door of their own house and playing with the puppies. Zhongye took a few more glances at the fluffy corgi. Rimbaud noticed it and asked, "Do you want to keep a pet?"

"If you want to raise it, you can raise it, but if you raise it, you have to be responsible. No matter if you get old, sick, die, or break something, you can't abandon it. You have to know that things like life cannot be treated casually and lightly."

She rubbed the hair on her son's head, and the little boy looked at the short-legged puppy who was chasing after its owner, hesitated again and again, and finally shook his head: "Forget it, the life span of pets is too short, they live together It’s fun to play, but it’s going to be a long time to die.”

"So it's okay to have a long lifespan? How about raising a tortoise?"

It's not clear who will send who is well-raised.

In exchange for her kindness, her son vigorously complained: "Turtles need to be raised? You can't just leave them there."

"If you say that, the tortoise won't be happy. Why don't you keep it anymore? You can't despise it just because people have low requirements!"

Rimbaud started to giggle, Chuya puffed out his cheeks and gave her a look, the mother raised her hand to express her surrender: "Okay, okay, I'm just kidding you if I don't raise turtles."

Mr. Mori, who was walking on the outermost side and separated from the back and forth driving, put his hands in his pockets, and patiently listened to the mother and son laughing at each other, with a relaxed smile on his face unconsciously.Although this kind of ordinary life full of fireworks is a bit dull, it also makes people feel calm, and a rare sense of stability comes to mind. It is indeed a very rare leisure - he will be convinced at this moment that he is a real person, not logic A bundle of thoughts, or a sophisticated machine that exploits the human heart.

The restaurant is not far away. It mainly serves Italian food. The business is very good. There are no seats without a reservation.The waiter at the door confirmed that the customer information was recorded, and pushed the door to guide them to the cleared position. Rimbaud pushed the menu to Mori Ogai, just when it was time for the show—two very energetic young men came out from the back kitchen , one person held a piece of bread in his hand and began to dance and shake it. The singing and dancing were so lively.

The guests who looked up at the performance put down their knives and forks and clapped their hands in time with the rhythm of the music. For a while, the whole restaurant was filled with an agitated atmosphere.

After dinner, the family took a walk from the restaurant and walked home. After 10 minutes, they just digested their food. After entering the house, Rimbaud asked Mr. Sen to go to the storage room to find spare pajamas.Just about to close the door and leave, the doctor's voice sounded from behind, full of confusion: "Oh? Do I still need to stay in the guest room today?"

Yesterday there was a light bulb by my side, but today I don’t have it, so why do I have to sleep in the guest room?

"Oh, so...?" She raised her eyes and looked directly at him: "Move here by yourself later."

Mori Ogai: "..." That's it?

that's it.

Rimbaud's bedroom is unexpectedly simple and plain, except for the necessary wardrobe, furniture and electrical appliances, there is only a big soft bed.Layers and layers of fabric are placed underneath as if they would sink in as soon as you lie down. There is a movable small bookshelf beside the bed, which is filled with books in various languages.Mori Ogai glanced at it. There were poems, notes and prose, and a copy of Hegel's "Philosophy of History" was mixed in it.

"Rest early, I have to go to school early tomorrow morning, if you are not in a hurry to go back to Yokohama, go with me. How about meeting colleagues and seniors?"

She turned her back to him and opened the closet to take out the pajamas without being shy at all, and just changed it generously. On the contrary, it was Mr. Sen who turned his eyes away awkwardly and didn't stare at him.After changing her clothes, she stomped into the bathroom again, and after a while, she got out with wet hair on her head and rummaged around for the hair dryer that went somewhere.

"Sit down and don't move."

He took the initiative to take a dry towel and stood behind her to dry her hair bit by bit: "I can stay in Tokyo for a week. Apart from meeting colleagues, Madam really has nothing to do?"

"I don't have time, but I can try to get back from get off work as early as possible. By the way, can you cook?"

Miss Rimbaud hoped that her husband would be a genius who could enter the kitchen, but she would be disappointed in the end.Mr. Sen, whose cooking skills are limited to instant noodles, paused, and coughed suspiciously: "That... Madam, can you?"

"..." Of course not, if you can cook and get married!

Mori Ogai: "..."

Forget it, Madam is a career woman, it's not a big deal if she's not good at cooking.Isn't it just two people studying the fancy way of eating instant noodles together? To be honest, instant noodles are actually quite delicious.

What about the principle...Mr. Mori?

After a few simple conversations, the power was turned off. Miss Lan Bo didn't have any so-called shyness and expectation at all. She wrapped herself in the quilt and lay down on the bed with a peaceful mind. She closed her eyes and breathed quickly. smooth.In the dark, Mr. Sen raised his eyebrows and looked at her long hair that was scattered everywhere. He couldn't bear it, took a rope and stepped forward awkwardly, twisted her hair up and tied a beautiful bow for her.

Looking at the neat bun in front of him, he hugged the quilt and lay down with a sense of accomplishment. He originally thought that there would be insomnia at night if there were too many people around him, but he soon fell into darkness amid the sound of shallow breathing in his ears.

Half an hour later, Rimbaud quietly opened his eyes, opened his mobile phone to log in with his account and password, and found the customer who placed the order. Yamamoto was dead, and it was time for her to collect payment.

The author has something to say: Highlights of this chapter

Professor Rimbaud

It's actually very coaxing

Mori sensei

mistaken for Mrs.

a simple lady