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

"Sorry... Although it's not your reason, we really can't continue to rent it to you."

The landlady knocked on the new tenant's door politely and politely to drive her away.It's not that she doesn't have the sympathy to pity a young girl who is raising a child alone, but...there is more than one person in this world who deserves to be pitiful, and she naturally has to consider the requirements of more tenants.

The girl living in the innermost two-bedroom room of the apartment building is a foreigner, with long hair covering the fine and dense scars on her face and hands.Some of the scars have faded, and some can still be seen with slight marks.Those scars revealed a fragile beauty on her overly delicate face—it was like a handicraft made out of glass, which was accidentally broken and then glued again.

The tenant was accompanied by a six or seven-year-old boy.He looks very Yuxue and cute, but unfortunately he is a fool, he can hardly say a word except "mother", and he is ignorant and has no positive reaction when others tease him.

Such children are often prone to attract people with ulterior motives.

Since the mother and son moved in, the number of stalkers and exhibitionists hanging around the apartment has skyrocketed, and other tenants have become increasingly vocal.

Another tenant came to the door today and said that if the problem cannot be "solved", they will have to consider moving... This is the third household to express such an opinion this week, which is a big deal for the landlord family who live on rent hit.

Considering that the other party was a young single mother, the landlady finally came to explain.

"We are all women, so I naturally understand your difficulties. Or you can consider sending the child to an orphanage first, and bring him back to raise him when your conditions improve. This kind of intelligence is not perfect...ah!"

Before she could finish speaking, she went out to work last night, and the tenant lady, who was suffering from severe sleep deprivation, splashed water on her face with the water from the glass in her hand: "My child is fine! He is very smart!"

In Japan, it is very rare for women to strike at the slightest disagreement. At most, everyone isolates someone collectively or chanting in a voice just enough to be heard by others to deal a mental blow.The ones who are directly photographed on the face... are often unscrupulous girls or women from gangsters.

The landlady's heart skipped a beat.She already looked down on this young lady who couldn't tell her occupation or who the father of the child was. Now the other party's behavior made her more sure that she must not be a "normal person" recognized by the mainstream of society.

Then there is nothing to say, she must be let go!Now I have to let her move out: "Why are you like this? The house will not be rented to you anyway, please go."

The young lady standing in the door gave a cold "Oh": "I paid a year's rent, a deposit of three months, and a security deposit. The total amount is XXXXX yen, and I only lived here for one month and five days. Excluding rent, water and electricity, and management fees, I will leave now after the money is settled.”

Rimbaud didn't like to move, but he wasn't afraid of it either.All the things are piled up in the subspace, and the son picked up on his back can walk if he says so.But it's not her fault, she naturally refuses to take the responsibility she shouldn't.

"..."

The landlady, who didn't intend to settle the accounts clearly at the beginning, just wanted to drive people away in a muddleheaded manner, and didn't want to check out the rent at all, stood still.

Under normal circumstances, nine out of ten young girls will cry and beg or leave with their luggage when encountering such a situation.There was also a clause in the contract agreement that many fees would not be refunded for less than one year... But none of those girls were Miss Rimbaud.

She opened the door further, revealing the military stab held in the other hand and the fish blood continuously dripping along the blade to the ground - for ordinary people, there is not much difference between fish blood and human blood.

"Ah ah ah ah ah!"

The landlady exclaimed in surprise, and before she could run away, Rimbaud held a military thorn and held a very beautiful knife, brushed her neck with the knife and nailed her to the wall: "Ma'am, now, let's figure it out here, Ask your husband to send up the refund, and I will leave immediately. Please don't let me hear any inappropriate voices and remarks, can you do it?"

"No, no, no... I'll give it back right now, I'll give it all back to you, take your... your child and get out of me!"

She will call the police after driving people away. Such a woman is really scary!

Rimbaud stared at her and called the bank to transfer the money back.After the money arrived in full, she turned around and called "Zhongye" into the room, and a pretty boy with orange hair and cobalt blue eyes came out immediately.

"You wait here, I'll pack up and move." She gently rubbed the boy's hair, raised her head and glanced coldly at the landlady who was afraid to move due to the military stabbing: "Please wait a moment."

The smell of blood and the murderous look in her eyes made the landlady's mind go blank, and the boy who came out was cute and terrifying like a scourge in her sight at the moment.

Zhong Yuanzhong was also wearing neat short-sleeved shorts, and his orange hair was a little longer than it was a few months ago, forming small bangs on his forehead.It wasn't obvious at first, but after a while Rimbaud realized that his hair had some natural curly hair, so he didn't try to trim it for him anymore - it takes a long time to find the best and most suitable hairstyle, son She was so good-looking, she couldn't wear a mess on her head.

The child stood obediently at the door, staring motionlessly at Rimbaud who was making noise in the room.Due to the angle, the landlady couldn't see the light from her unfolding subspace, so she just felt that the child was quiet and permeating.

How can there be six or seven-year-old children who don't cry, make noise, or laugh, and stare straight at adults?

Rimbaud tossed and rattled around the room to cover up the noise, and came out about 10 minutes later with an empty box.The boy walked up and took the initiative to hold her free hand. The mother and son walked past the landlady, and the young mother pulled out the thorn as easily as a leaf from a tree branch.

"Goodbye, ma'am."

She gracefully raised her chin and took advantage of her height to completely despise the philistine and vulgar woman in front of her. She took her son's hand and left the apartment building on the seaside road with a suitcase

The choice of staying here is mainly due to the convenience of transportation and the secluded environment, not that Rimbaud has any special opinion of this dilapidated residence.If there is no economic loss, just move.

Dragging an empty box, let his son sit upside down on the box holding the handlebar, and Nakaya's two short and fat legs dangled on the other side of the handlebar.He still didn't respond to the behavior of others, and there was no obvious expression on his face.But at least it was much better than when he just left Radium Bowl Street. Now he learned to say "hungry" and learned to bathe and go to the toilet by himself.

But I still need some help from Rimbaud for eating, and the chopsticks are not easy to use.

He is like a newborn baby, who knows nothing, knows nothing, and relies entirely on his mother to survive.

"You still have to find a stable place to stay? Maybe you can enter school next year, but moving every day is not enough." Only she was talking, and the boy listened carefully with wide eyes.

After walking for about half an hour, the child's physical strength was exhausted.He opened his hands to her and made a gesture of hugging. Rimbaud turned his back to the boy and squatted down: "I'm sorry, mom needs to protect you with free hands, lie on my back and hug me tightly with your own strength, you can ?"

This option is not unacceptable, and Xiaozhong also "slapped" quickly on Rimbaud's back, with two small arms hugging her neck tightly.

"Son... a little tight, I can't breathe..." Miss Rimbaud struggled to propose amendments, and the boy barely gave way—the arms were a little looser.

So one big and one small continue to move forward like koalas carrying cubs on their backs.

While walking, Rimbaud calculated in his mind how much money he could get for these two days.In addition to the bounty provided by her employer, she ransacked the small treasury of the mission target - she didn't do this before, but now she has to support her family and no longer feed the whole family by herself. stand up.

With the money in the account, plus the part that the landlady just refunded, I wonder if I can buy a smaller house to live in first.It doesn't matter even a one-bedroom, it's better than living on the street at any time.

She also thinks about giving her children a normal life.

Or find a stable and decent job, at least not to make people look at Zhongye through colored glasses.

She thought about it as she walked, and even put her mind on the heads of gangs, big and small, roaming the streets of Yokohama.With one's own strength, it's not a big deal to loot a small organization overnight quietly, but it's a bit troublesome to launder the funds later, and there may be some losses.Thinking of this, she carried Zhongya who fell asleep at some point on her back for another hour, and the passers-by gradually became thinner.

The mobile phone in her pocket suddenly rang loudly, she stopped, opened the box and supported the sleeping boy behind her back with one hand, and reached into her pocket with the other hand to fumble around, finally took out the mobile phone and connected the call.

"Father?"

The foreign language poured out fluently, and the other party was obviously agitated, knocking on the table and throwing ink and yelling.Rimbaud pulled the receiver away from his ear and let him talk as long as he could, and waited for the voice to subside before reapplying: "I have a child, father. I want to stay and raise him."

Baudelaire, who talked dry-mouthed for a long time: "..."

Is the emotional Laozi playing the piano against the cow just now?

"Did you give birth? You can pick up as many children as you want without any blood relationship. Throw him away and bring him back! Now! Immediately! Immediately!"

The wording may have been more refined, but Rimbaud's attitude was only tougher than his: "Sorry, I can't. He may not have inherited my blood, but he has inherited my soul."

"...then let you die outside!"

The phone was hung up by the furious father, and Baudelaire was so angry that his heart, liver, spleen, lungs and kidneys hurt everywhere. After thinking about it, he still felt sorry for his unlucky adopted daughter, and finally chose to give in. Through various channels, he contacted the Ministry of Foreign Affairs of Japan. Some very vocal people.

"She's not the best knife to use, but it's definitely the sharpest and most beautiful one. If you don't want to be backstabbed by her, you'd better do what I say."

After several see-saws, the Japanese side finally succumbed.

In the Supernatural Secret Service Division, there are really not many people who can fight, and during the daytime with a group of civilians managing Yokohama, Gengtian Shantouhuo just feels like a year.Now an employee who can almost be called the ceiling of combat power descends from the sky, and she nods and agrees to almost anything she asks-what can't be promised, this girl is so talkative, but she doesn't take urgent mail, her identity and position on the surface It's all been arranged.

What?You said she brought a child?

It is good to have children. In order to raise children, the fighting power that mothers can display is absolutely jaw-dropping.

The author has something to say: Highlights of this chapter

Nothing to watch in this chapter

Zhong is so cute

Miss Rimbaud is so nice

that's it