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

Mr. Mori retired from the army several years ago and moved from Kansai to Yokohama City in Kanto to work in a logistics company at the port.He lives alone in a community not far from the company, and raises a little black cat picked out of a trash can.

Probably because I am a doctor, when I saw an injured animal, I couldn't help but pick it up to see if it was still alive.

He is an ordinary person who loves life, and he has no bad habits except that he is unmarried and likes to stare at other people's little girls.

——It was a day in the late spring, and the sound of furniture moving came from the yard next door that had been empty for a long time.

It’s a new neighbor, he looked out through the window curiously, and the canned cat in his hand slipped to the ground——Mr. Throbbing... After he saw the beautiful silhouette of his new neighbor, the old deer, which had been as still as water for many years, finally bumped to death.

Standing beside the nearly decaying flower wall where the Fujimoto roses are in full bloom, there is a tall and light black-haired lady. She is a foreigner, but the concept of beauty does not distinguish between nationality and even transcends gender.

The new lady who moved in is such a lady who can make people forget to breathe.

He quietly dodged to the side, subconsciously hiding behind the wall for fear of disturbing his new neighbors—even more afraid of leaving a bad impression.This kind of behavior of staring directly at others is not good, and points will be deducted in case of being found out.Mr. Mori, who made a certain decision, looked around the room, and finally set his sights on the little black cat circling around the cat can.

Young ladies, there are few types who can refuse stuffed animals, right?

It's up to you!

In an instant, he listed at least one hundred plans and three hundred plans in his mind, and couldn't help but look sideways at the neighbor's garden again—she brought out a cat flying box from the carriage.

Great, there are at least fifty more possibilities to strike up a conversation.

After a moment of contemplation, the man dug out the cleaning tools that had been discarded for many years from the utility room, and tidied up the house with unprecedented enthusiasm, making sure to set it up according to the most popular and most popular style on the Internet... If it is not for fear of scaring her, it is even more afraid of her having something bad. Necessary misunderstanding, he can even pretend to be a baby room now!

……

Ms. Rimbaud is a professor of linguistics, employed by Yokohama University, traveled across the ocean to settle in Yokohama.With the help of her seniors, she found a community with a view of the sea and settled down. The scenery here is beautiful, even if the rented house is a little old, it doesn't matter.

"Chuya, we are home, do you like the new home?"

The moving company was still coming in and out to deliver her newly purchased furniture. The lady stood outside the door and took out a flight box for pets from the compartment——in it was a little orange-yellow Munchkin, with a little pink nose leaning over it gently Sniffing, the cat makes a soft "meowing" sound.

She reached in with a finger to touch the cat's ear: "Okay, I'll let you out after the furniture is settled."

This house has a small garden attached to it. The vine rose planted by the previous resident has not been taken care of for many years. It grows messily and wantonly, and the huge flowers bloom until they are almost decayed.She stood by the flower pond and reached out to touch the flower vines, planning in her mind what effect she would make with them—after cleaning them up, she would plant some cat grass?

After the porters finished their work and said goodbye to her, they left one by one. Miss Lan Bo walked into the new home with the cat flying box: "Zhongye? Come out quickly, I'll open a can for you."

This Munchkin is not as timid as other cats at all. He rushed out of the box with his short legs, sniffed and watched from the entrance to the corner of the living room, and rushed forward when he heard the sound of the horseshoe being pulled apart. into the kitchen.

Eat cans~

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The school fully considered the difficulty of the young lady being alone and far away from home, and specially gave Miss Rimbaud a week off to settle her life.Early the next morning, she took the gardening scissors and put on gloves, planning to carefully tidy up the flower vines that looked like explosive heads in the flower pond.

"Hello, are you...?" A gentle and pleasant voice came from the side of the flower wall. Through the overly thick branches and leaves, it seemed that a gentle and elegant man of medium stature could be seen on the opposite side.

She tucked her long hair behind her ears and replied with a smile: "Hi, I just moved here yesterday. My name is Rimbaud, Attila Rimbaud."

The other party's voice was the one she liked, mature, calm and rational: "So it is, my surname is Mori, Mori Ogai, and I am a doctor. Ah...do you need any help?"

If it was an ordinary Japanese, he would definitely decline politely for fear of causing trouble, but the romantic lady from France would not refuse a man's kindness.She turned her head and blinked her eyes, and smiled brighter than Fujimoto Rose: "I want to tidy up these vines and plant some cat grass, thank you."

"You're welcome, please wait a moment, I'll bring some tools over there." The footsteps gradually faded away, and after a while the doorbell was rang, and she went to the door and opened the newly replaced fence door: "Is that Mr. Sen?" ?”

Standing outside was a man with long hair. He was wearing a white doctor's coat, carrying a toolbox with a cautious expression: "That's right, I'm sorry."

He's older, of medium height, with gentle eyes, and looks...unexpectedly beautiful.

Japanese men are probably of the gentle and gentle variety, and she has a high initial affection for her neighbor's purple eyes: "I'm the one who caused you trouble, please come in."

Mr. Sen felt his heart was beating a little too fast, trying to control the corners of his mouth from turning up too much, and followed her into the broken garden that he had never been interested in before with his hands tied. But it happened to be exactly what he wanted.

In the living room, there are cat food bowls, drinking fountains and cat litter boxes neatly arranged. The tall babel pillars go straight to the roof, and all kinds of cat toys are scattered on the carpeted open floor, but there are no cats.

Probably hid.

He put down the toolbox, narrowed his eyes to see her pull up her hair and took out a blueprint: "Bundle the flower vines together like this, pull out the weeds, and then..."

"Hmm, oh! So that's the case?" He answered absent-mindedly, focusing on her slender neck and small earlobes.

Too bad, just... I really want to go over and take a bite, but if I do so, I will definitely be kicked out, and I may even be taken away by the police who came after hearing the news.

"Just cut off the excess branches at the end." She pointed to the blueprint and finished describing, then looked up at the neighbor, his transparent purple eyes hit him directly, and there was only her shadow in it.

Suddenly there was a gentle and loving smell in the air. Miss Rimbaud turned her head and took a sun hat from the hanger and put it on her head. Mr. Sen saw that her ears were red.

Maybe his face was red too, so he had to cover it with a hat.

So cute.

"Understood, you are here to tell me what to do, be careful not to prick your fingers with flower thorns."

Taking the gardening gloves from her, Mr. Mori couldn't wait to show his reliability.For a beauty like her, there will definitely be many suitors around her, and it is absolutely impossible to run into a routine with others.

I prepared a topic all night last night, just to make a different and good impression on her today.While recalling the gardening skills he had just searched temporarily on the Internet, he picked out the messy vines one by one and trimmed them one by one according to her idea. The soil that had been barren for a long time came back to the sky. She walked to the flower pond and took a look: "There is a need here Put some soil, or the roots will be exposed after a while."

It's not difficult, she originally planned to plant a piece of cat grass in the yard, and the soil she dug could just be poured into the flower pond.

The area of ​​the garden is not large, and no matter how messy it is, there are only a few flowers and plants. After two hours, the rose rattans in the pool are woven into various animal shapes, and the cat grass is also planted. It is foreseeable that it will not take long. It will grow a large piece.The little orange Munchkin sticks its ears out from behind the French door, curiously observes the male Twoleg that sneaks into the house, and wags its tail casually.

Hey, another one delivered to your door.

"That's all right, thank you." The neighbors helped, but it's not easy to just drive people away like this.She boiled hot water to make a pot of bagged black tea, threw a slice of lemon into it, and opened a package of biscuits bought in the supermarket, poured them on a plate and brought them out, pretending that this was her own cooking.

Ah... black tea and biscuits are served. Sure enough, the ladies are ingenious, and the bachelor who only knows how to make instant noodles is almost about to release pink bubbles.

He took a biscuit, and was thinking about how to praise it, when the cat's angry threat suddenly sounded-Munchkin was blowing at an uninvited guest, and then swearing.

The black kitten had snow-white bandages on its head, ears, limbs and tail. It was pitifully hid behind its owner's feet with its ears behind its back. Mr. Sen bent down and lowered his head to pick him up and put him on his lap. I picked it up by the Tsurumi River when I got off work, and it fell into the water for some reason, and the hair on my body fell out a lot, maybe it was done by crows."

The weak, pitiful, innocent and cute kitten made people defenseless, she sat forward and stretched out her hand to tease: "It's a little black cat, what's his name?"

The little black cat jumped into the arms of the little sister with the help of the owner's legs, and nestled into a fluffy ball contentedly. Mr. Mori looked at the cat and smiled: "Mr. Dazai, I like you very much."

"Dazai-kun? It turned out to be a boy." She picked up the kitten, and he stretched out into a long, obedient and soft "meow"—Manchi was unwilling, and ran over and moved his butt Jumping, although the legs are short, they jump very high. When they jumped up, they kicked their hind legs and grabbed her hands and stretched their claws across the arms to scratch the rascal who was occupying the magpie's nest.

She had to lift the little black cat higher, and pressed the other hand on Manchiken's head: "Chuya?"

The cat was so angry that it was cursing, and it almost missed the shit shovel officer.

"Okay, okay, the new kid is a guest, we should be more magnanimous as hosts, okay?" She coaxed the kitten like a child: "Open the can! Let's eat the can, don't be angry haha !"

As expected of Tachibana, he immediately retracted his claws when he heard the can, and licked it gracefully and skillfully twice—this is why you offered to give me the can!

"Sorry, wait a minute." She didn't care about the guests, she carried her cat into the house, and quickly came out with a cat food bowl and canned food. The little orange cat squatted on her shoulder in high spirits, as if it had become a sperm Same.

Miss Rimbaud opened the lid of the can, and the little black cat was also very interested in looking at it, its little nose shrugged and its eyes were filled with longing.

"One and half, be good friends, okay?" She separated the cat food bowl from the remaining half of the can, and both cats put their heads in it, so they didn't care about the world.

Mr. Sen smiled and sat at the round table watching her touch this one and that one, not knowing how soft his expression was at the moment.

An hour later, the bachelor returned to his home with the cat.As soon as he entered the door, the cat broke away from him and jumped to the ground, even licking the fur he touched in disgust.

"Dazai-kun, is the canned food delicious?" He knelt down and pulled the cat's ears, and the cat gave a vague "wooooo", "It looks delicious. So, I will trouble you from now on. If Miss Rimbaud becomes Mistress of the house, you can probably eat canned cat food every day like Zhongye-kun, otherwise you can continue to eat instant noodles with me."

The cat scratched its ears and turned to face him with its butt.

——Waste shit shovel officer!

The author has something to say: Highlights of this chapter

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