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

The loudspeaker in the supermarket played mercilessly in a loop. The two parents who had just shared a bag of chocolate balls, one with blushing cheeks and the other as if nothing had happened, got up and walked to the service counter with the eyes of people around them watching baboons in the zoo.

Walking up to the service desk, Dazai's left arm was hanging by his side in an unsuitable manner, and Nakaya was negotiating with the staff at the service desk in a bad tone.

"What's the matter?" Rimbaud walked over, and Mr. Mori briefly understood Dazai's injury: "The left forearm is fractured, and I have to put on a plaster cast to recuperate for a while when I go back."

The benefits of having a doctor at home are immediately apparent, and you don't even have to go to the hospital.

Zhong also patted the table at the service desk to draw back the staff's attention: "If you say that you shouldn't play with carts in the store, it's my problem. I can apologize to you for this matter. We are not allowed to go to the hospital What’s the situation?! I’ve said that you won’t be held accountable for the accident caused by your employees walking out suddenly, and you haven’t been asked to pay the medical expenses, so why should you withhold them?”

The staff member slightly bowed to Mr. Mori: "I'm sorry, but your son seems to have brought out the unpaid items..."

Although the wording was more elegant, his expression and gestures almost didn't point to Osamu Dazai's nose and say he stole something.

"Surveillance, evidence." Rimbaud only felt that he was tired of mentioning these two words repeatedly today, and the staff turned around and bowed to her: "Sorry, our staff saw it, and it was in the pocket of the coat .”

Osamu Dazai didn't say a word of excuse from the beginning to the end, and smiled to see how Rimbaud solved it.

She rubbed her forehead: "I just want to ask a question, did the scene you saw happened in the shopping area of ​​the supermarket, did this kid take the initiative to walk out of the checkout counter with unpaid items?"

There is a big difference here. Some people are used to putting things in shopping bags first, walking to the cash register and then pouring them out to scan the code to pay. It is not possible to judge whether someone is stealing because of this simple action.

"Um..." The staff got stuck. The kid fell off the trolley and injured his arm, and was taken out by the security guards. He didn't attempt to leave the supermarket with unpaid items.That is to say, in fact, it cannot be determined whether the juvenile attempted to steal... The following things have not happened yet, and what did not happen cannot be used as a basis for conviction.

But they prevented the other teenager from taking him to the hospital, and forced the guardian of the other party to come forward, which is very suspected of violating the rules.Minors are also human beings, citizens, and customers of the supermarket.The supermarket violated the customer's personal freedom and right to seek medical treatment just because he had doubts about him.

"I'm sorry! It was our mistake, I misunderstood your son, we are sorry!"

The tally clerk who testified, the waiter and the relevant security guards bowed and apologized, Rimbaud nodded: "Okay, since it was a misunderstanding, Dazai, did you do something suspicious?"

"Maybe~" The young man turned his pockets upside down, and there was nothing but a huge wad of used crumpled paper towels: "When I was eating hot pot just now, I secretly tasted a piece of spicy beef in a red pot. The flow stopped, so I had to wipe it off from time to time... probably because it looked like I had put something in my pocket."

He was so reasonable and didn't cry or make trouble, the supermarket staff felt even more guilty, apologized frequently and at the same time presented an envelope, which was stuffed with discount coupons anyway, it was a thick stack, and then sent the family of four out of the store in a low voice.

Walking to the parking lot, Rimbaud glanced at Dazai and said to Mori Ogai and Chuya: "You put the ingredients you bought in the trunk first, and I'll be there right away." After speaking, he threw the car keys to Mr. Mori, The latter greeted the cheap son with a plastic bag, turned around and left without asking a word.

Before getting married, it was agreed that the education of the son would be handed over to the wife. The son picked up in the trash can by the side of the road is also a son, right?

Waiting for one big and one small to leave first, Rimbaud looked into Osamu Dazai's eyes: "Take it out, it's wrapped in paper balls."

It was a small food toy, with a crooked melon painted on the shell.

Slightly cold fingers rubbed his head hard, and there was a sigh from the bottom of his ear: "Purpose."

Rimbaud didn't think that this kid was greedy for petty gains. He was very smart and knew the consequences of doing so. There must be some reason that drove him to do this.Maybe it wasn't his intention, but unannounced behavior is not advisable under any circumstances, especially in an environment where she is not harsh on the children's financial needs.

Every child has pocket money, even if Dazai throws the pocket money into the water and is penniless, wouldn't he still be able to use it in cheating? Why must he steal this gashapon that he doesn't like?

Well, although it seems pitiful to say so... But it is also an undeniable fact that he is generous to himself. He is really easy to deceive. The key is to find that his reaction after being deceived is particularly violent, which is very interesting.

When she sent the other two family members away, the black-haired boy had an indifferent and oily smile on his face, and his iris-colored eyes gradually fell silent, turning dark red.He even closed his eyes and flinched when she raised her hand—a typical evasive defensive move.

It was certain that he had been beaten mercilessly before, that's why he reacted like this immediately.

Unexpectedly, what was waiting was not a slap or a hysterical scream, but a silent and gentle pat on the head.

"Purpose." The long-haired woman under the moonlight looked cold, but her bright brown eyes were particularly warm.

The boy felt a little sore at the root of his nose: "I saw it."

"I saw you went shopping for snacks with Mr. Mori. You seem to like melons very much. I want to buy them for you...I didn't steal them, really..."

"I didn't steal anything, would you believe me?"

The hand pressing on the head rubbed it again: "If I don't believe you, I wouldn't have the attitude I had just now in the supermarket. It's okay, remember to leave the money at the cash register next time when you come to buy something."

"However," Rimbaud let go of his bruised head, curled his knuckles and played the boy's chestnut: "Don't do such things that will be misunderstood in the future, learn to protect yourself, understand ?”

"Aw!" The boy raised his hand to cover his forehead with tears in his eyes, his big eyes lit up again: "You hit me!"

"Do you have an opinion?" The tone was rather harsh. If she really had an opinion and expressed it, she would probably poke a hole in her forehead...

Of course Osamu Dazai dared not have any opinions.He just deliberately took things from the supermarket and put them in his pockets, and wrapped them in a layer of toilet paper wiped with snot to hide his eyes and ears. It's not that he doesn't have money, but he just wants to do this.

Will you forgive me if I do something that cannot be forgiven?

Stealing, lying, denying... In the end, he was forgiven. The child hiding deep in the mud and venom trap satisfactorily hugged the long-haired woman's arm and rubbed it, pretending not to see that he rubbed his nose on her sleeve.

Professor Rimbaud...Of course, he has already seen that this kid deliberately stole the food toy from the supermarket. If he just put it in his pocket habitually and unconsciously, who would deliberately wrap it in such a disgusting tissue?But...how should I put it, she did the same thing when she was a child in the countryside of Charleville, though for different reasons...

The most important thing is that Dazai himself knew that it was wrong to do so. He did not lack the concept of good and evil, but he just wanted to challenge the established boundaries so he did it.

Punishment and scolding are useless to him. He understands that this matter is not correct, and he also knows the worst possible situation. He still chooses to take such actions, which only shows that he does not take violent punishment seriously—— Just hit it, hit it when it hurts, and continue after it hurts, that's how it is.

Actively admit mistakes and never repent.

Such a child is really a headache.

Looking down at the soft lump that suddenly stuck to his arm, Professor Rimbaud felt that he had grown to such a big size, and the combined sighs of more than 20 years were not as many as today.

The second child is really a heavy topic.

Back in the car, Dazai refused to let go no matter what. When Nakaya saw that he dared to hold his mother's hand, he immediately refused, sitting on the other side also holding Rimbaud and refused to let go.In desperation, Mr. Mori could only sit alone in the driver's seat and slowly drive the car home.

It's so lonely, I also want to hug my wife's arm...

After arriving home, it was already completely dark. Zhong also blindly selected a copy of "Homer's Epic" and sat across from Rimbaud, stumbled and read it. He no longer needed someone to learn it word by word, and only corrected the details.Rimbaud leaned on the sofa and listened with his eyes closed, and softly reminded him to make corrections if something was wrong.

Mr. Mori took Dazai to the study room, used medicine and put plaster on it, then found a thin "Game Theory and Economic Behavior" and took him back to the living room, pretending to enjoy the fun of "being a teacher", talking and talking Turning a math problem into a political science problem...

An hour later, Nakaya put down "Homer's Epic" and regained his freedom. Osamu Dazai...had almost been vomited by Mori Ogai, and he was physically disgusted when he heard the word "non-cooperative game".

The reading time is followed by an hour of music time. The piano can be regarded as the lowest barrier to entry among many Western musical instruments, and the fastest to learn. No matter how dull a beginner is, he can stumble half an hour after touching the keys for the first time. Knock out the melody of "Mary Had a Little Lamb".

So the orange-haired boy patiently typed "Mary Had a Little Lamb" for an hour under the high-pressure education of his mother, and he decided that he would never like creatures like "sheep" from now on.

no way!Never have any relationship with this animal, even if it's just a name!

Osamu Dazai, who listened to "Mary Had a Little Lamb" by the side for an hour, decided that once he returned to Yokohama, he would find trouble with a youth organization. There was no reason and no grievances. Who told them to give themselves a name Called "sheep"!

Not venting anger, definitely not venting anger!

The author has something to say: Highlights of this chapter

Curly cat

make trouble

Professor Rimbaud said

get a good beating

Sheep need to be cool