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

"Huh? Is Brother Chuya going to have a girlfriend?"

Alice raised her face from the cake and looked left and right, her big eyes were full of gossip, "I really want to know".Rimbaud stroked her soft golden hair: "Maybe, who knows."

The little girl showed a sweet smile, lowered her head again and continued to "fight to the death" with the cake.

The lunch was a takeaway that Zhongye ordered a long time ago, and it took two hours to deliver it one after another. Finally, no one who ordered takeaway was starved to death.If there was anything that made him feel inconvenient in the Taisho era, it was basically inconvenient to eat.The ingredients are scarce, the variety of food is limited, and there are only a few types back and forth. Compared with the takeaway that can make 21 meals a week in the modern society, it is so poor that he wants to cry.

"What did you order?"

Put the hot takeaway box on the coffee table that was just cleared out, and the family of four sat around with solemn expressions.

The orange-haired boy who calmed down and reappeared opened the box and pointed to explain one by one: "Soba noodles, yam udon noodles, tonkotsu ramen, Osaka fried noodles, fried chicken nuggets, Oden."

Well, it's really childish.

Mr. Mori worked hard, opened the lid of the takeaway box and asked the children to choose what they wanted to eat... Zhongya took fried chicken nuggets, Alice took oden, and the two children held their bowls in both hands and couldn't help watching The other party's bowl.

puff!

Rimbaud held back his laughter, confiscated the snacks they had chosen, and pushed the soba and yam udon noodles over: "Eat first! Think about snacks after eating!"

"That... it doesn't matter if you eat a little bit... Ah! Ma'am is right! Nakaya-kun, Alice-chan, finish eating the noodles first~" After pleading for "daughter", I received the "death sight" from my wife , Mr. Mori shrank his neck and decisively switched positions.

It's not that he's afraid of his wife, he's not afraid of his wife!That is respect, do you understand respect!

Reluctantly, Alice chose the soba noodles first, and Nakaya picked up the yam udon, and the two children ate it.Because I ordered takeaway, the cleaning work after the meal is very simple. Just wash the takeaway box, flatten it, put it in a special bag and dispose of it on the day of throwing out the garbage.Mr. Sen was washing dishes in the kitchen with a loud splash, and when he came out, he saw that the doctor's coat was splashed with water.

"Wow ah ah ah ah ah!"

He took off his coat in a hurry, and the smoke gray shirt looked a little weaker - in fact, this guy is not bad at skills, as a former military doctor, he can still live a prosperous life in the dark streets of Yokohama. up.

Of course, if compared with Professor Rimbaud, he is definitely a weak chicken.

Zhongye was full and got up to clean the floor of the living room. After cleaning it, he took Alice to sit in a corner of the living room to play flying chess. Rimbaud was drowsy but not so sleepy. Relatively sitting outside to pass the time.

It's so peaceful... You don't need to painstakingly sift through information, and you don't have to rack your brains to formulate a battle plan. You just lie lazily in the sun and fiddle with the chess pieces.If it weren't for the experience of the Taisho era, she would never have imagined that such a peaceful life would be so precious.

Ah... I am really not suitable for an overly hardworking life, and my bones are crisp when I am free...

The lazy and delicate beauty leaned on the chair, gently pushing the obsidian chess pieces with bare hands. Such a picture scroll is enough to break the will, making one wish to turn into a chess piece and let her play with it.Mori Ogai smiled and lowered his eyelids to play chess with her, but he didn't say anything when he saw the knight jumping sideways, and let her move indiscriminately.

What's the important thing, it's rare that the lady is interested, let alone the knight walking sideways, so what if he dances the matt?As long as she's happy.

Mr. Mori, who left his principles in Yokohama and forgot to bring them here, was basking in the sun while playing chess while admiring his wife. Seeing the head of the jade-like beauty on the opposite side leaning on the chair and falling asleep, he could only shake his head and cry and laugh, not wanting to move her away. Go to the small sofa in the study and cover it with a thin blanket.

In fact, Rimbaud had just experienced a life-and-death battle that lasted for a day and a night, and Rimbaud was so tired that he just wanted to lie down. If Mori Ogai hadn't come from Yokohama temporarily, she wouldn't know how many dreams she had at the moment.

This sleep lasted until dusk. The woman on the sofa slept softly, closed her eyes, stretched her limbs, stretched herself, then turned over...and fell to the ground with a thud.

"what!"

She lay on the tatami and reacted in a daze for a few minutes, only to realize that she had left the Taisho era before she opened her eyes and sat up hugging the blanket and sulking.

Like a cat that slipped and fell down ugly, Mori Ogai laughed a few times in his heart, walked over to pick up his childish wife who was sitting on the ground and put her away.

——"Madam has a new perfume? I remember it was daisy last time, but wisteria this time?"

Mr. Sen immediately switched the channel to avoid embarrassment, and Miss Rimbaud, who was rarely allowed to be hugged obediently, reached out and took his tie and sniffed it: "Disinfectant...and salted fish!"

"Huh? The smell of salted fish is still there?" He raised his sleeve and sniffed, "Ah... I can't help it..."

The faint fishy smell on Madam's body... Was it also stained with salted fish?

Rimbaud turned his eyes and smiled at him: "What's the matter?"

Except for the bloody smell that couldn't be eliminated for a while, there was no flaw in the house.Human sense of smell cannot tell the difference between light blood and salted fish, so she is not nervous at all, and she can even play with him confidently.

"No, it's nothing. Ma'am, do you want to continue playing this game?"

He pointed to the black and white chess pieces that had been forgotten on the round table, and she glanced at them and smiled: "I admit defeat."

It should have been lost a long time ago, but Mori Ogai has been pretending to be stupid and secretly giving way to the end, and there is no point in continuing to linger.

The matter of picking up the chess pieces also belonged to Mr. Sen. Ms. Professor has always been a hands-off shopkeeper. She turned around and went to the bathroom to wash her face. She looked up at the burning sunset and asked the people in the room: "Would you like to go for a walk?"

Anyway, I don't know what to eat for dinner, so I might as well go to the food stall.

Zhong didn't want to go, he played with Alice all afternoon, and he was so sleepy that he just wanted to sleep.Since he didn't want to go, Alice also said that he didn't want to go, and the end result was that Mr. Sen and Miss Rimbaud were kicked out of the house together and stood on the steps looking at each other.

"Let's go then?"

Mori Ogai stretched out an arm, and Rimbaud raised his arm to hold him, and walked out of the community side by side in the direction of the flow of people as the sunset glowed red through the sky.

After walking for about four or ten minutes, the whimpering traditional music accompanied by the beating of taiko drums came to the ears. Rimbaud suddenly laughed, and took a half step behind Mori Ogai to avoid the mikoshi delivery team.

If it was normal, she would not only have to look openly, but might even blow a whistle at a handsome young man to show her respect.But now that Mr. Mori is standing in front of her eyes, in order to support her "gentle" personality, she has to pretend to be shy and depressed!

The people who carried the mikoshi were all young and strong men, wearing neat bathrobes on their upper bodies, and underneath... ahem, their bare legs were wrapped with a piece of cloth on the key parts, in short, they were quite eye-catching.

Taiko drum beats and unified slogans guided the team to move forward slowly. The gorgeous shrine weighing several tons was carried to the shrine by people. After the team left, the intersection quickly resumed traffic.At this moment, some ladies traveling together blushed and huddled together laughing and discussing the "scenery" they saw just now.

Mr. Sen put his fist on his mouth and laughed a few times: "Have you ever met a summer festival?"

Of course Rimbaud appreciated this peculiar custom. Didn't he hold the script of "Gentle Man, Wife" in his hand?

"At this time in previous years, most of them went to other universities for further study..."

She read a sentence in a low voice, and the tips of her ears turned red, exactly the same as when Zhongya was shy.

Mori Ogai cleverly stopped continuing this topic, and instead talked to her about what he had seen and heard when he was studying abroad in Germany.Chatting and chatting, from experience to scenery, and finally to language, both of them are determined to maintain this rare topic that can be talked together, so they talked all the way to the main venue of the summer festival.

By this time the sun had disappeared below the horizon and night was falling.Rimbaud was habitually vigilant, and Mori Ogai immediately caught her emotional changes and looked over suspiciously. Miss Professor raised her head with a perfect expression: "There are so many people!"

There are indeed a lot of people, and more and more.This is the last festival of the summer, and people are trying their best to vent out the energy they have accumulated for several months.There are people everywhere, crowded with people, the smell of food is mixed with the smell of human body sweat, for a delicate and delicate beauty...it is really not an easy challenge, probably?

The dense flow of people gradually eased Rimbaud's tension.She repeatedly told herself that the times had changed and the ghost was gone, she raised her hand and grabbed Mori Ogai's sleeve and followed him closely, not noticing the sly smile on the corner of the other's mouth.

The lady is so lovely that he deserves to endure the crowd.

As he walked, Rimbaud raised his nose and sniffed, his eyes lit up and he tugged at the sleeves he was holding on. Mr. Sen hesitated for a second between the stage and the food stalls, and decided to give up the wonderful performances of folk artists and feed them first A lady with sparkling eyes.

She seems to seldom participate in such activities. A single mother with an only child has no mind and no energy to revel and relax. All her performances are logical and reasonable, and there is no abruptness at all.

In the dense crowd, he drew back his sleeve and took her hand, the soft light in his purple eyes was like any man who loved his wife deeply.

Professor Rimbaud moved his hands, suppressed the thought of throwing him away, turned his face and smiled softly.In the eyes of outsiders, this is a rare loving couple. Who would have thought that each of them had their own little calculations in their hearts.

Mori Ogai: How can I make my wife take the initiative to mention my father-in-law?

Professor Rimbaud: How long is this guy going to act like a loser?

The author has something to say: Highlights of this chapter

Miss Rimbaud

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Mori sensei

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