I'm such a big son

Mr. Fukuzawa, who has a very regular schedule, received a late-night call near midnight.

Well...from Miss Rimbaud.

He hesitated for a few seconds, and finally broke his habit to answer the phone: "Didn't you take a break?"

"Just after get off work, let's go to the movies together?"

There was a brisk voice from the opposite side, and he could almost imagine that she was tilting her head and laughing while turning around to speak, and looked out from under her eyelashes from time to time to observe the surrounding environment.

The whole person has a sense of instability that may disappear into the crowd at any time.

In theory, he should seriously urge her to go home and go to bed early, but in reality, Mr. Fukuzawa pondered for a moment: "Where are you?"

Just... watching a movie, he can close his eyes and rest in the dark without anyone noticing.

Rimbaud on the other end of the phone laughed and sounded in a good mood.She read a long list of movie titles, then stopped and asked, "Which one do you want to see, I'll buy it and take it with me."

It turned out she was talking about DVDs.

——He really had a hard time imagining what it would be like to hold a popcorn bucket and carry a soda bottle like his adopted son.

Fukuzawa Yukichi persisted and asked again: "Where are you?"

The phone was hung up, and Rimbaud quickly sent a location.

[Stay there and don't move, I'm going out now. 】

The message was sent successfully, and the silver-haired man put on a haori, hesitant to bring the knife with him—what if he meets some villain?

——If it is true, the villain who is unlucky to meet the two of them will definitely not accumulate virtue in eight lifetimes...

Lan Bo walked back and forth in the late-night convenience store with his mobile phone in his hand to see what was new.Newly-launched snacks, interesting candies, and curious gashapons, including a bunch of food toys that will make the eyes of elementary school students shine. Take whatever is fresh, and collect a whole bag of plastic bags without much effort.

She had just checked out, and the glass door of the convenience store automatically swung open, and the engraved electronic music played feebly.The visitor walked towards the cash register without hesitation for a second, and Rimbaud knew who it was without looking back: "Are you walking so fast?"

After she finished speaking, she picked up the plastic bag to thank the clerk, turned around and stuffed the bag into Fukuzawa Yukichi's hand: "A gift for your son."

Mr. Fukuzawa looked down, and there were indeed things that Ranpo would like in the bag.

"Thank you, I thank him for him."

No matter how troublesome the cubs of other people's families are, it's not him. Rimbaud has no psychological burden.

The two walked back to the DVD area to pick and choose.They directly skipped sticky romance films, miserable horror films, and incomprehensible literary films. Finally, considering Mr. Fukuzawa's foreign language proficiency, Rimbaud chose a piece of "Seven Seven" which he secretly glanced at several times. warrior".

It seems to be a very old film, probably because it was shot so well that it was remade and released again.

On the cover is an old and bitter face. The "samurai" has dirty and disheveled hair, and the clothes on his body are also very rough. His bare legs are very careless, and he has pulled on a pair of straw sandals.

Fukuzawa Yukichi paid for the Blu-ray disc, and Rimbaud was particularly surprised to find that he would use cashless payment... thinking that this person would directly take out an ancient coin from his sleeve.

The man pretended not to see her narrow gaze, stuffed the Blu-ray disc into a bag full of snacks and left with one hand.

After walking for half an hour to reach the destination, he opened the door, Rimbaud pulled out the DVD and looked around for projection equipment, and Mr. Swordsman stuffed the plastic bag into the refrigerator.

Anyway, as long as it's stuffed with food, it's fine, cough cough.

"I said, can this machine really work?"

Rimbaud lowered his head and fiddled with the DVD player that he had finally pulled out from the storage room.This thing was probably left behind by Ranpo Edogawa, Mr. Fukuzawa doesn't look like someone who watches "Pokemon" at home...

She took out the disc that had been in it for an unknown amount of time and threw it aside. Fukuzawa Yukichi silently picked it up and put it in the box. When she came back, she saw Rimbaud tearing open the package of the newly bought "Seven Samurai" and putting it in for a try... ...um...it actually works?

The beginning of a fairly classic old-fashioned movie appeared on the monitor, and the old movie that spanned two years slowly told the story of a long, long time ago.

Rimbaud: "..."

Hmm... I can understand every word, but I don't quite understand it together.In the Showa era, Chinese characters were mostly used in fonts, and she could master this language even if she couldn't say it.

As a result, Rimbaud, who knew nothing about the old social class of samurai, fell asleep completely 10 minutes after the film started.

Mr. Fukuzawa, who was sitting upright and was about to watch a movie seriously with a knife in his hand, noticed something and turned his head to look... huh?

He lowered his head and looked closer for a while before he had to come to the conclusion that she was really fast asleep.

"..."

Fukuzawa Yukichi thought for a while, and helped Rimbaud, who was sleeping soundly on his arm, to lie down slowly.Seeing her frowning, closing her eyes and rubbing back and forth seemed to be uncomfortable, she had no choice but to support her neck and let her sleep more comfortably on his lap.

Is the work of PortMafia so hard?

Under the woman's eyes, there was a layer of light blue that was almost invisible, and she lay there quietly, with a bookish air that would never appear when she was awake.She was clearly like a raging fire, even if it was extinguished, it could burn passers-by, but at this moment, the bright colors faded inexplicably and became peaceful and light.

The fierce confrontation in the heart of the samurai, and the unintentional evil that permeates the villagers, these are not attracting him anymore. Fukuzawa looked down at Rimbaud, who was peacefully sleeping, and shook his head helplessly after watching Rimbaud for a while.

——Really like a coquettish child.

"Seven Samurai" is the story of seven wild samurai hired to help villagers drive away bandits.One of the seven wild samurai was a real down-and-out samurai, and he was the only one who survived to the end.

This is not a film and television work suitable for enjoying with your lover. The whole article is full of laments of "the times have changed..." and the exploration of human nature.

When the whimpering soundtrack stopped at the end of the film, Rimbaud woke up more punctually than the students who heard the bell.

"The show is over? Is it good?"

The long hair was tangled with the tether on his feather, and she scratched the back of her head loudly, and the ends of her hair were completely messed up like a bird's nest.

Originally, I wanted to go to the refrigerator to see if there was anything I could eat, but before I could stand up, my scalp hurt.

"do not move."

Mr. Fukuzawa stared fiercely at the strap on his clothes, and after 10 minutes of undoing it, he simply tore off the tether and returned the undamaged hair to Rimbaud: "It's okay."

The movie is okay, and so is your hair.

He paused, his voice subconsciously a little nervous: "You should go to rest, I'll pack these things first."

Mr. Fukuzawa's domestic skills are probably only good enough to stuff the extra things in the house into the storage room.

While speaking, Rimbaud had already opened the refrigerator, and it was full of clean...fresh vegetables, and the package of snacks for the detective.

Miss Rimbaud, whose recipes do not overlap with rabbits, looked back and glared at her boyfriend with an aggrieved face. Mr. Fukuzawa avoided her gaze suspiciously: "The housekeepers will clean up before leaving."

Therefore, after the adoptive son moved out, Mr. Fukuzawa, who has always been strict with himself and never ate anything, didn't even have leftovers at home.

The two disabled people looked at each other, and turned their heads to look at the clock together—two o'clock in the morning, this is a time when you can't even get takeout.

Rimbaud, who had eaten nothing but noble rot wine and a piece of cake all night, felt that his stomach was rebelling, and he would not survive tomorrow morning without something, and his expression became more and more dissatisfied.

"There is a convenience store not far away. I'll go and have a look, but you just stay."

Fortunately, the convenience store is open 24 hours, otherwise Fukuzawa Yukichi felt that he might have to be dumped today.

In fact, Rimbaud is very easy to raise, and when he heard that there was something to eat and he didn't have to run errands, he immediately withdrew his accusing gaze.She randomly found a bathrobe and shook it into the bathroom, and soon the sound of splashing water came out.

Fukuzawa Yukichi had to wear his sleeves and go downstairs to the convenience store to buy supper.Even when Ranpo was still living here, this kind of situation was very rare, and he finally understood why he felt so guilty when he was stared at pitifully by her—probably this was the difference between a lover and a child.

When he walked into the convenience store, the migrant worker looked back and forth between the customer's face and the knife, swallowed his saliva and hid behind the cashier tremblingly.

"May I ask... which food is more popular with young ladies?"

ha?

The little brother's eyes immediately changed from awe to contempt—this man looked serious at his age, but he was so kind...

commit a sin!

I don't even have a girlfriend yet!

However, the middle-aged man's expression was too ferocious, it didn't look like he was out shopping to please his little girlfriend, but it looked like he was looking for a duel.

"Well... you can consider the onigiri here and the oden over there."

Onigiri...Oden...

Mr. Fukuzawa, who couldn't distinguish the essential difference between the two, suddenly had a flash of inspiration: "One piece of each, thank you."

The little brother Ma Liu packed the goods he wanted, the cash register jingled, and Mr. Swordsman turned around with the "trophy" and walked as fast as he could.

Opening the door again, Rimbaud was already wearing a bathrobe and wearing a towel, leaning on the sofa playing games.

Well, game discs and game consoles are also left behind by Luanbu.

"Leaving wet hair alone gives you a headache."

He handed the oden to her hand, picked up the towel and rubbed it all over, Rimbaud was chewing something and turned to give Fukuzawa Yukichi a "wait for me" look, the latter didn't hurt at all and continued rub.

When she was full, her head exploded, and the good lady cadre looked like a variety show comedian.Rimbaud passed by the mirror and was startled. He looked for scissors all over the place to cut off his hair, and even hit his idea on Mr. Swordsman's saber: "Well, if you can cut it off, you will be punished if you go to work tomorrow." Die laughing."

Fukuzawa Yukichi secretly hid the knife behind his back, trying to discuss with her: "The hair is beautiful..."

"Then help me comb."

Someone immediately acted, and the culprit answered the responsibility very honestly: "Okay."

He had no choice but to get up and take the comb and sit behind her patiently combing the long black hair that had just been scrunched up little by little. Rimbaud sitting in front had no expression on his face and manipulated the villain to kill her one after another. BOSS embarks on a new journey.

Unlike young people who can't wait to stick together and whisper, two people who don't talk much get along with each other very comfortably.