I'm such a big son

The two "elderly people" inspected the construction quality of the streets and pavements in various communities in Yokohama on foot, and Yukichi Fukuzawa sent Rimbaud to his door.

It was dark at this time, but there were no lights in the house. She was holding a box with a black cat in it and stood by the low gate of the courtyard waving goodbye. The winter wind blew her long hair and covered her expression at this time.

It must have been an absent-minded smile, but the light in the brown eyes dimmed little by little.

He hesitated for a moment, and when Rimbaud pushed the low door away from him, he reached out to stop her closing the door: "Do you need my help with housework?"

Rimbaud turned around with a "what are you talking about" expression on his face.Two people with similar levels of life disabilities, let's not make fun of each other!

"I mean," the older man unconsciously showed tenderness in his eyes, "I can light the fireplace for you."

"Oh... so?" She brushed her hair that was blown to her eyes by the wind, looked at him for a while with the expression of the queen looking at the guard of honor, and suddenly squinted and smiled: "Come in, I'll let the cat go, you go Light the fireplace."

It is said to light the fireplace—in fact, it is just to turn on the electronic switch installed on the wall. The stove is just a shape during the decoration, and the inside has long been changed to a cleaner and more efficient electric heater.

This was the first time for Fukuzawa Yukichi to enter Rimbaud's house. For the former killers, revealing their shelter to others so unsuspectingly was tantamount to throwing their lives at the opponent's knife.

There are many children in Rimbaud's family, and he used to earn more, but now the eldest son earns more, and there is no shortage of food and fruit in the family.Now that the guests came, Rimbaud washed a plate of fruit with a kettle and put them on the table as a treat.

Hmm... Her fruit is still quite clean after washing.

It was getting dark early in winter, and Fukuzawa Yukichi picked up the apple in front of him, peeled off the peel and cut it into pieces, and pushed it to the middle of the table. Rimbaud quite consciously reached out and touched one piece at a time.Adrian, who was freed, came over and nestled at Rimbaud's feet after eating the cat food. He thought it was a black plush slipper if he didn't look carefully.

Occasionally, one or two fragmentary conversations sounded in the living room, and more time was filled with reassuring tranquility.

Mr. Fukuzawa thinks that next time he can bring the chessboard and chess pieces to play with him, or bring a book to read—a considerable part of the books in Miss Rimbaud’s house are written in words he can’t understand...

It is probably too late to start learning foreign languages ​​at the age of 40.

"what does this mean?"

Rimbaud, who had already noticed that he was actually in a daze, pushed what he was looking at in front of him.It was rare for Rimbaud to ask someone such a sentence in his life. Fukuzawa Yukichi glanced at it—well, it was Chinese characters.

Take another look, oh, it's not Japanese.

No wonder.

Mr. Fukuzawa secretly thanked Mr. Fukuzawa for his family background, pointing to each image-like text and reading it slowly, trying his best to recall the multiple meanings of each word. Halfway through reading, the window was opened from the outside, handsome The young man came in through the window.

Nakahara Chuya, who never took the usual way home: "Ah, it's rare that I got off work early and forgot to bring the keys...it's more convenient."

Rimbaud nodded and asked him to change his home clothes and tidy himself up. The boss just ran up the stairs along the wall in a daze when there was a strange rustling sound from the porch door. The two "parents" of the family didn't turn red, and Ma Liu stuffed the "crime tool" into his pocket: "Well... the water in the Tsurumi River is good, but it's a little cold and urgent, and the key was washed away."

"...Go take a shower and change into clean clothes, wash the wet clothes by yourself."

Rimbaud waved him to get out of here.

Mr. Fukuzawa didn't look sideways, quietly waiting for her to return her attention, and then continued to read down.

This sentence is not long, but it takes a lot of space to fully explain it. After he finished speaking, the remaining three children also finished their club activities and came back together.The house came alive in an instant, voices, noises, and voices from the kitchen intertwined, filling the world with smoke and fire.

Fukuzawa Yukichi saw that the whole room was full of joy and was about to get up and say goodbye. Rimbaud pressed his fingers on his palm: "Random has moved out a long time ago, and you will be alone when you go back. Although my family has food Generally, it's better than a cold dinner."

In fact, housewives will pay attention to keeping the three meals well prepared, but when they are alone, they will always be lazy and delay. If they are left for too long, they will definitely become cold, or they will not eat them if they are too late.

He is not a person who pays attention to appetite, so it is her bright eyes and free and cheerful atmosphere that finally get in her way.

"Okay, then I'm sorry."

Mr. Fukuzawa sat back in his seat and continued to read the book whose data was so large that Miss Rimbaud couldn't finish downloading the language pack for a while.

After a while, the eldest son, who was in college and did not forget to work hard, came over and listened to it. He felt that the world of the top student was unfathomable, then shook his head and walked away; then the second child pretended to pass by unintentionally, looking for a chance to play a prank, However, the academic atmosphere was too strong, so he could only regretfully declare failure; then the top iron boy who planned to take the entrance exam to Dongda University sat quietly beside Rimbaud and began to take notes frantically, and finally the youngest son who came out with dinner sat on the other side obediently and listened to a story. Got drowsy.

The dining table was full, dinner started, books and other things naturally had to be collected and sent back to the study.Mr. Fukuzawa never expected that Rimbaud, a retired mafia cadre who has never conformed to the mainstream of society at such an age, would have so many books at home, and she actually read every one of them seriously.

In terms of knowledge, knowledge and experience, this level has surpassed most people who have received systematic education step by step...Of course, Mr. Fukuzawa himself has never been to an outside university. When he was a child, there was something called a "private school". In the private school, I met my later mentor.

"..."

Very good, like reading is a good habit.

There are no necessary rituals for the dinner at Rimbaud's house. Whether it is praying before the meal or "I'm going to start", you don't interfere with each other as you wish, and you don't pay attention to rules such as eating and sleeping. Talk with food in your mouth, don't use food as a toy.From time to time, Zhongye complained to his mother in a low voice that there was no one to help write the report, so Rimbaud just listened and laughed without saying a word.

In the middle of the dinner, the emergency call in Mr. Fukuzawa's pocket suddenly rang. He walked aside and took out his mobile phone to listen to a few words. After a short answer, he came back and apologized: "I got lost and sent to the police station. I have to pick him up. .”

Rimbaud rolled his eyes and laughed: "You are too old to get lost, A-Dun, you go together, and you can continue to eat when you come back."

The white-haired boy who had eaten twice stood up and went upstairs to get his coat, opened the door with a smile and walked in front: "I'm going out, Miss Rimbaud."

"President Fukuzawa, which police station are you going to?"

The boy's clear voice circled around the man, much like his big cat in supernatural form.

Fortunately, Luanpo was very technical when he got lost this time. He was well received by the police station closest to Rimbaud's house, and he waited until his adoptive father came to pick him up with a small tail.

"Mr. Ranpo, let's go to my house for dinner, today we have fried shrimp, five for each person!"

A Dun is thoughtful, and his early life in the orphanage has lost all his edges and corners. He has no sense of danger or aggression at all. His character like a small animal can easily make others let go of their guard.

This was also the purpose of Rimbaud asking him to make this trip.

Luanbu has always been childish, and he is also unceremonious towards a little guy like A Dun: "Dedicate your fried shrimp to the famous detective, and the famous detective will consider your proposal."

"……Fine."

The little tiger thinks it’s okay not to eat fried shrimp for a meal. Although it is delicious, other foods can also satisfy him.Ranbu, who had a special interest in Rimbaud's fried shrimp, didn't think so, and immediately jumped up from the stool as soon as he heard that he could finally make a comeback.

"Then what are you waiting for, let's go~"

"It's over here!"

A-Dun dragged back the detective who had gone in the wrong direction when he went out in time, clutching the other man's cloak for fear of losing him and messing up the mission, the squint-eyed young man said a few words in disgust, so he let him walk in front and lead the way with the cloak .

The young man walked fast, Ranpo and Aton changed their shoes and went straight to the dining table. Fukuzawa Yukichi walked last and closed the outermost low door, and then entered the entrance and closed the door tightly.

Everyone else had already had their dinner, and Miss Rimbaud made the best use of it and ordered Mr. Gide, the supernatural life form, to huddle in the kitchen to wash and wash dishes, liberating the kids who didn't want to touch the water.The tall, white-haired soldier is aggrieved and nests in the cute kitchen with a pile of cutlery dedicated to his duties. The children who no longer have to do this housework are crowded on the sofa, eating fruit and watching TV.

"Oh, you are back, the meal is on the table."

Rimbaud bites an apple and Gin sits together and stares at the TV. The black cat Adrian fails to escape in time and unfortunately falls into Dazai's clutches.A Dun eats a lot, so he took the initiative to go to the kitchen to take out a bowl to help the guests refill the meal, and he ate the second meal along the way.

Ranpo got his wish and ate all the fried shrimp he wanted, but felt bored without competitors... Unfortunately, the eldest son of the Rimbaud family is not an intelligent player, so he turned his attention to Dazai who was having a great time playing with cats in the corner .

If the latter felt something, he turned around and looked at each other, and the two showed a "joyful" breath at the same time.

Rimbaud picked up a fruit fork and threw it over as if he had grown a radar. The black-haired boy was about to move, and the sleeve of Chuya's hat was nailed to the table by a silver light: "I will go to the Yokohama Art Institute in spring, and I will buy it for you." I took a position as a painting major trainee, and rolled my paws to go to school for me."

The so-called whitewashing period will be over when he comes out of the two-year junior college, and the black-haired boy who devotes himself to skipping work to catch fish will have no criminal record to investigate... It can only be said that the more bad he does, the more he does. The level is getting higher and higher, and the technology is getting better and better.

This is really a happy arrangement.