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

The black-haired boy sat under the window for a long time, motionless like an unconscious stone.I escaped from my hometown two years ago and wandered around, suddenly realizing that there is no difference between the outside world and the ignorant and closed countryside.

[No matter how much you do your best to him, you will never be grateful! 】

[Don't you think the way he stared straight at him is scary? 】

【That expression is disgusting...】

【The employer doesn't know what we did to this idiot, don't you think beating him up will always make you feel better? 】

The so-called "dedicated" by the servant girl is "hungry" that has not changed even the tone of voice for several years?He doesn't know how to be full, and he doesn't know what it means to be hungry. Naturally, this kind of question doesn't make any sense.Isn't it polite to look directly at someone when you look at them?Why be afraid.The expression... I don't imitate it like that?

The old lady left behind by the mother who died young always sat outside the door and sighed, saying, "The young master is so ignorant that it is better to die than live", which is not quite right.The servant who liked to beat and insult him the most was locked into the firewood room and tried his best to survive. It seems that people are willing to do anything in order to survive.So he has to figure out what "living like this" means "living like this" is "better to die", which can make people sigh longing for death.

Presumably death is a very good thing, otherwise people can't live and don't want to live...

It wasn't until Mori Ogai was sure that everything that should be hidden had been hidden, and that the suitcase and coat were in their proper places, that Osamu Dazai moved his numb buttocks, changed his posture and continued to observe the person in front of him who completely ignored himself, "It's so frightening." "The man with the eyes.

The little animal's intuition told him that he could not disobey this person's will, otherwise he would end up no better than the guys in the basement who were whipped.He welcomes death very much, but he is not sensitive to things that make the body uncomfortable such as injury or fatigue.

"This dark-haired man is the same kind" intuitively described to him the guy who was debating whether to wear a black suit or a white coat.It doesn't matter which one it is, it's just a prop they put on to pretend that they are normal people.

This person is still different from me, his expression is friendly and natural, his tone is lively and cheerful, and he looks exactly the same as those normal people.There were so many patients coming and going in the treatment room, some people respected, some were close to, some hated, some hated, these completely incomprehensible emotions didn't seem to bother him.

He probably knows what it is like to "live like this" that is "better to die".At this time, they hadn't gotten along enough to ask questions freely without being thrown out, and the young man didn't want to talk too much, so he stared at Mori Ogai with burning eyes.

"Madame is a learned university professor, mild-tempered, not good at housework, and has a boy your own age. I think you will make excellent friends."

Mori Ogai pretended not to notice the child's deceptive eyes, and changed the subject. There was an aura of "expectation" on the quiet boy.

Osamu Dazai really looked forward to the legendary lady. For him, women are always cute and scary creatures. Although he can't understand it, he can't deny that they can make his life more comfortable.Although they are still afraid and in awe - they will always get bored after taking care of him carelessly or carefully for a period of time, Mingming smiled and discussed "what to eat when we go to enjoy the flowers together" in the first second, crying hysterically in the next second Complain about him "Why are you always so cold and warm".

Even a rock can be warm sometimes, but unfortunately it is not even a rock, I don’t know what it is, maybe it’s just a ball of air, a ball of water, a ball of mud, or something empty, nothing at all.

Naturally, it is not hot, and we can't blame those women for breaking down and crying.

"Okay, the luggage is packed, I bought lunch tomorrow and took it to visit my wife, and I will do the task assigned by the leader before returning."

Mori Ogai stuffed the luggage for two into the suitcase and locked it, then dumped it into a chair to lie down comfortably.

A hairy head came over hesitantly: "Nei, Mr. Sen?"

The man didn't even give him a glance: "Huh?"

There was a world-weary coldness in the boy's voice, and more people could only hear the taste of laziness and beating.He leaned over to Mori Ogai, and imitated his half-smile expression—he imitated it very well, and even imitated the ridicule hidden in the corner of his eyes: "Will this smile make my wife like it?"

Only then did Mr. Sen turn around and take a look: "You will probably be beaten. If you don't know how to laugh, don't laugh. If you don't know what to do, just follow the common sense of the world. The more you observe, the more you imitate. For you, It’s not that difficult to understand what other people are thinking through facial expressions.”

The kid laughed so hard, but luckily he was an adult with a bottom line.

"Oh, well, I see." The boy really put away the strength to control his muscles, and his whole face returned to the original sickly look.

Tsk, don't hit this kid in your hand...?

In an instant, Mr. Mori conceived two hundred scenarios in case Osamu Dazai didn't like his wife, but he still felt that Rimbaud would not compete with a child.

The next morning, after listening to the old leader's lecture, one big and one young dragged their suitcases and set foot on the Shinkansen to Tokyo.

Half an hour before arriving in Tokyo, Mori Ogai sent a message to Rimbaud. They left the station and stood on the side of the road for another 10 minutes. A family car with a low-key appearance and excellent performance slowly drove up. .

Osamu Dazai watched the gentle scum around him instantly change into a useless face, and Zhizhu transformed from a conspirator into a coward like a man with a split personality in the grip of rationality...

The young man suddenly reflected that he still had too much to learn, and maybe in another ten years he might not be the match for this meal ticket.

"Ma'am, it's hard work!"

Mr. Mori, who was wearing a black suit, was standing next to a boy who was also wearing a black suit. He looked and felt very similar, so Professor Rimbaud couldn't help wondering whether his husband was hiding too many things from him: "This child is...? "

If you dare to make my head turn green, I will make grass grow on your grave.

"It's a patient I took in. It was very serious at the time. Madam, you see, he is still skinny now, and it's really troublesome." Mori Ogai pushed the black-haired boy in front of Rimbaud to show her, and the latter twitched The corner of the mouth: "Is this the little surprise you said?"

"Aren't you surprised?" His expression was as innocent as the capybaras in Ueno Zoo.

Professor Rimbaud: "..." Is your Japanese taught by your physical education teacher?This is not a surprise, it is clearly a shock!

Her gaze shifted to the black-haired boy for a few seconds, and she stretched out her hand to rub his hairy head under his slightly timid eyes. She felt that the hand felt good and rubbed it again, and then she withdrew her hand with some insatiable desire: "Name ?”

Why does this child look dull, not very smart Yazi.

The boy blinked: "Dazai, Dazai." His voice was soft and nasal, as if he was acting like a baby with a baby voice.

Professor Rimbaud turned and left: "Attila Rimbaud, call whatever you want. Get in the car."

Osamu Dazai lowered his head slightly and followed behind, as long as he raised his head a little, he could see his wife's perfectly lined calves.She was already tall, and wearing shoes with heels made her look even more tall and slim.

Looking at Mr. Mori who was walking beside his wife, the boy scratched his cheek and wanted to exchange for a meal ticket.

Big sister is so pretty, I can do it.

An hour later, they drove to the door of Rimbaud's house. Miss Professor asked Mr. Sen while looking at the rearview mirror while locking the car: "Is it okay for this child to live in the study?"

Certainly not in the storage room, she wouldn't treat a confused cub badly.

"It's all right, isn't it, Dazai-kun?"

Mori Ogai smiled and glanced at Dazai, who lowered his eyes and nodded obediently, with fluffy black hair hanging on both sides of his cheeks, looking very soft and cute.

Isn't this a good disguise?

"Oh." Rimbaud parked the car, and the meaning of asking this question was of course to remind Mori Ogai to clean up the room for the boy he brought back by himself, and to count on her to do housework...you can only count on it.

Since it was the weekend, Chuya had an appointment with his classmates to play football, so he was not at home at the moment.A large number of traces of life in the living room indicate that a successful winner lives here.

There are two plants on the window sill, a lot of game discs are stored on the video cabinet next to the TV, there are two homework books that are almost finished on the coffee table, and an unfamiliar upright piano is placed on the other side of the living room.

"Huh? Chuya-kun recently learned to play an instrument?"

This violin looks simple, but the LOGO on the violin shows that it is expensive, and it is not something that an ordinary university professor can easily afford.Professor Rimbaud was pouring water in the kitchen, and when he heard Mori Ogai's words, he responded, "Well, it was a gift from my father to Chuya. I also received it when I was a child, a Strader violin."

"He is just a long-winded old man who believes that poetry and music are two essential elements of life..."

While talking, she came out of the kitchen with a tea tray, and the cotton thread for making black tea was tied to the handle of the teapot, surrounded by four bone china teacups.

In two years, Professor Rimbaud finally learned how to boil hot water quietly, without burning out the pot or drying up the water. Congratulations. Congratulations.

Mori Ogai kept a decent smile the whole time.

Well, my father-in-law likes poetry and music, he will pay attention.

The head of the family put the tea tray on the coffee table, and she took away the two homework books that hadn't been cleaned up in the middle, and the black-haired boy who looked like a black wild kitten huddled close to her and concentrated on observing.

"I brought lunch here, take it to the kitchen to heat it up? When will Nakaya-kun come back?" Mr. Mori took out four lunch boxes from the bag quite consciously and walked into the kitchen. The lady who was sitting on the sofa and didn't want to move snorted. : "Understood, there is no need to wait. He went out to play football with his friends, and he would eat outside before coming back later."

Of course, I have to come back with takeaway food to feed my lazy mother.

She had an impromptu mission last night and stayed up all night, and now her mind is as confused as a paste.

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Youzai's character refers to Ye Zang in "No Longer in the World", Mr. Mori does housework... Suddenly it reminds me of "Extreme Master Husband". .