I'm such a big son

"Master, where did you come back from suffering?"

Going down the stairs and taking a seat on the high stool next to the bar, Rimbaud took off his coat and put it aside and glanced at his "son" stuck on the bar like a slime.

Lupine bar, Dazai's familiar location, familiar bartender, familiar teak bar, and familiar wine... The only pity is that whiskey mixed with detergent is still not available here, and of course, he doesn't want to drink this today.

Rimbaud was sitting next to him, with a glass of milky white liqueur with ice cubes in front of him, which was actually a cream liqueur with almost no strength at all, which was quite different from what she was used to in the past.

"I'm not happy... the whole world is full of good people, and I'm the lone villain... Now, Miss Rimbaud..."

He lay on the bar, his eyeballs went up and down with the hockey puck in the cup, and every time the puck was lifted up, he had to knock it down with his hands, never tired of it.

Rimbaud didn't mind this "childish and disrespectful" behavior at all, and raised his hand to rub the back of his head:

"That's it...then you can just be a happy and good person. It's really worrying to be acting like a baby at such an age."

"No way...the existence of villain heroes is meaningless..."

He poked the poor ice puck again, and the glass made a crisp sound. Rimbaud took the glass and drank it down: "Oh...that's really embarrassing...the boss will have another glass."

"Isn't it... I'm so hard..."

Dazai puffed up his cheeks and blew his forehead hair to and fro.

Rimbaud sighed: "So, do you want to be a painter? Or a writer? You can change your way of life. There is no need to squat in the pit of PortMafia. I didn't adopt you to let you work for Mr. Sen. No Don’t do anything you’re happy with, and you can leave the country and visit wherever you want.”

The bartender opened a new bottle of Baileys for her. Rimbaud picked up the bottle and shook it in front of his eyes: "People can't see themselves clearly, so look at others."

"Dazai, you have long been free."

There was no one in the bar, and nostalgic old-fashioned music was played slowly by the record player. The bartender turned around and wiped the tools gently. The biggest movement was the black-haired boy hitting the ice puck on the bottom of the glass with one finger.

"Okay...well, Miss Rimbaud..."

He lowered his head, and his messy black hair covered his eyes so that his expression could not be seen clearly.Rimbaud put down the empty Baileys bottle and gave a slight "hmm", and the young man trembled in a small voice: "I want you to hug me."

"Uh... um, so..."

She jumped off the high stool and hugged the boy who was hiding in the bandages tightly in her arms, patted his vest with one hand, and rubbed his head with the other hand: "Why are you so spoiled? No big deal, I’m really worried to death.”

"What, the one who doesn't grow up is obviously Chuya, do you need me to bring a box of milk home later?"

He nestled in the arms of a woman who smelled of tobacco, mint, alcohol and barely smellable perfume, and suddenly let out a sour complaint: "You're biased, I'm going to make trouble~"

"Hey, I haven't said anything yet! I'm sure in my eccentricity, my dear, do you have an opinion?"

Rimbaud patted his greasy hairy head that was crooked in his arms, and his "second son" who was suspected to be picked up from the trash can moaned in dissatisfaction.

"Don't dare to have an opinion, hum!"

What about the agreed "same frame as CP" special effect halo?Have you been eaten by a slug?

fall!

Rimbaud didn't know whether to laugh or cry, he raised his hand and knocked on the bar: "Boss, depth charge."

The bartender glanced at the empty wine bottles in the lady's hand and her expression, and deeply wondered if there was something wrong with this batch of Baileys?Is it filled with sweetened whipped cream?

He shut his mouth tightly and turned around to pour beer into the eighth part of the Locke glass. He took vodka from the shelf and poured it into the spirits glass. The small glass containing the spirits was thrown straight into the big glass, and the "depth charge" was placed in front of Rimbaud.

Different concentrations result in color layering, and the mix of pale blonde beer and clear vodka is fantastic.Rimbaud stared and admired for a while, then put Dazai on his own seat, patted him down and sat down, picked up the glass and poured it down without blinking: "Huh... that's cool..."

boss:"……"

Well, it seems that the problem is not the wine, but the people.

The sparse guests all focused their attention on this charming lady, and the brave ones whistled to show their respect. Rimbaud smiled and looked away, the man softened his wrist and the cup fell to the ground with a bang. smash.

She put down her wine glass, slapped the table and said drunkenly: "Boss, do you... have 'that' rule?"

What she meant was the unwritten rule that many bars have - after a strong concoction, guests can get free as long as they can follow a straight line from the beginning to the end.

The part-time bartender boss looked up and laughed and took out a Collins glass: "Long Island Iced Tea, do you have any objections?"

"Follow you~"

Rimbaud pushed his long hair back, exposed his neck and pressed it on his arms, and smiled at the bar owner whose hands were shaking. Dazai silently took out his mobile phone, edited a message and sent it to a certain number, and then he picked up his glass as quietly as a chicken Take small sips.

I can't come, I can't come, my mother really is my mother, I am willing to bow down.

Long Island Iced Tea sounds like tea, but it is actually five kinds of strong base wine mixed in equal proportions with some cola added. It seems to have the color of black tea, but the actual effect has nothing to do with the tea.You only need to look through the list of ingredients to know - gin, rum, vodka, tequila, orange wine... One bite is basically not too far from Santuchuan.

The boss added various base wines and chopped lemons in equal proportions in ounce cups, and finally opened a can of Coke and poured half a bottle in: "My respect, ma'am."

Rimbaud held up his glass to thank him, and after drinking, he took his clothes and got off the stool to the door and stairs, and then walked back from the stairs, as expected, it was a straight line.

Cheers, applause and whistles broke out in the bar again, and even the record was changed to a more cheerful song, full of joy, which was quite different from the usual slightly sad style.

"It's free, boss~"

Dazai quickly stuffed his own bill in, the boss smiled and shook his head, pretending not to see it.Rimbaud put on his coat again and walked to the stairs. He turned his head and raised his chin and waved goodbye. He seemed to be behaving normally, but in fact his eyes were so bright that they could drip water.

It was just dark when I walked out of the bar, and the end of the alley was connected to the purple-blue sky, and a few stars were dotted in the night and blinked secretly.

The wine is slowly rising, the early summer breeze is slightly cool, and there is moisture from the ocean.The cool wind blew Lan Chang's long black hair like a twisted sea snake. She walked a few steps with her clothes on, and suddenly remembered that there was a cub that was almost forgotten behind her.

"Are you feeling better?"

He obviously only planned to have a drink by himself, but ended up getting his mother half-drunk... Fortunately, she didn't hit anyone when she drank too much... As soon as he thought of this, he looked up and saw Rimbaud standing and waiting, the black-haired boy habitually raised his head The smiling face walked a few steps faster to catch up with her: "Mmmm~"

The two walked out of the alley side by side. There were hurrying office workers walking on the street. Rimbaud and Dazai walked out of the off-duty army against the flow of people. I have to drive over to pick you up in the middle of studying hard at home for the exam!"

"You have to do well in college, slug, you are the hope of the whole family now~" Dazai pissed him off purposely, but he really lived up to expectations.

"Okay, both of you, let me go home. One is entering a higher school and the other is graduating. If I see you running into the building again this month, I will expose you two!"

As for books, it doesn't matter if you want to read them or not.But you can't shout slogans to read books but don't take action, that's self-deception!

Dazai said that studying knowledge is too troublesome, he doesn't want to ask for trouble, so Rimbaud naturally let him go.The only requirement is that this kid can graduate smoothly, and she will let go of the long journey of life after that, and it will all be up to them to decide.

"I want to take a walk and walk back by myself later."

She seemed to be logical and thinking normally, and she didn't seem to be drunk at all.I don't know what to say, and I believe it when I hear her say so.After Dazai opened the car door and sat down, the two teenagers looked back at Rimbaud together. Seeing that she really had no intention of going home, Chuya waved at her and slowly drove the car out of the intersection.

The woman brushed back her excessively long hair, turned around and walked slowly along the river bank.The sky has completely dimmed, the night stars are shining brighter, and the crowds of pedestrians have changed from a crowd at the beginning to a group of twos and threes. Rimbaud, who is still wearing a coat and alone in this season, will inevitably become a "heterogeneous" in the crowd.

She turned her face sideways to look at the clear water of the Tsurumi River and the crooked starry sky reflected on the water surface, tightened her clothes and raised her feet to speed up - it's better to go home, it's quiet to walk alone, it's too lonely.

I suddenly want to chat with someone, but when I stop and think about it, there seems to be no one to laugh and scold unscrupulously—more intimate than friends, but not as worried as relatives.She rubbed her brow that was starting to feel dazed and smiled wryly.

Ah... the stamina of the mixed wine is picking up. If I don't go home and nestle up, I won't know whose bed I will wake up from tomorrow.

This season and this weather are really suitable for finding a lover to spend a wonderful night.

She bounced back and forth between the two thoughts of going out and maintaining her image for a while, and finally decided that if no one struck up a conversation all the way home, she would go back to sleep honestly.

Go forward... for half an hour, pass a small road, turn right at the corner, and walk for about 10 minutes, and you will probably come to the downstairs of the apartment.

Rimbaud counted his steps and wobbled. At some point, someone was reaching out to help him. She subconsciously intercepted her palm with a backhand, and the opponent blocked the attack very well.

"you're drunk?"

His voice is nice, but he is obviously very serious, but it makes others think about it in an unscrupulous direction.Rimbaud withdrew his hand in the tendency of falling sideways and grabbed the sleeve of the comer. The man's broad calloused hand turned over and held her wrist.

Rimbaud raised his head and smiled and approached him: "Ah~Mr. Fukuzawa, I'm not drunk, I'm probably a little talkative, do you want to chat?"