I'm such a big son

Since the opening of the supernatural power license, PortMafia's business has grown stronger and stronger. A small port city has been unable to restrain its scale, and it has gradually radiated to farther places.

In order for the offices that radiate out to operate normally, the cadres with strong mobility have to travel non-stop, and this is what the Central Plains Central Committee is also facing.

He doesn't need to be on a business trip every day, but he will run a long distance when he goes out. Who is Rimbaud's designated successor? Most of the traditional forces in Europe only recognize his words.

no way.

An old friend who used to play games with Bingsheng has finally secured his position as the leader of the Italian Mafia recently, and the work he needs to be responsible for is even more arduous.Of course, the more times I ran, the more seniors I met, and I heard more and more stories about Rimbaud.He never imagined that his mother, who sleeps late at home with the cat in her arms, can be so... so crazy when she was a teenager.

Dare to splash paint on the wall of the church and write something like "Kill God", and dare to beat the bishop who has a political disagreement with his adoptive father in the palace.

What has time done to you?

But this time on a business trip, he took the time to go to Rimbaud's hometown, standing on the hillside overlooking the small town of Charville.Mrs. Rimbaud, who lives on Riverside Street, is still in good health. Time has not made her kind but more pious and weird. Except for her youngest daughter who occasionally visits her, only this orange-haired young man who never shows her whereabouts still cares about her. her life or death.

——Actually, he didn't care about her life or death. What he cared about was Miss Rimbaud's mood.Even if he breaks with his mother, Rimbaud will not let it go when the day comes...

Zhong also took a brief look at Mrs. Rimbaud, thinking that this old lady who is full of anger and can beat naughty children with a bread stick probably won't need to make an appointment for the next few years, so she decided to take a rest for the night tomorrow with peace of mind Return to Yokohama in the morning.

Then, early the next morning, the church bells in the small town were rung.

The church bells are only rung on special days such as weddings, funerals, Christmas, and New Years. Out of a sense of responsibility, I also feel that I should go and find out the situation carefully.

He heard the completely unexpected news from the pastor—the pious Madame Rimbaud had died.

What?What are you talking about?Yesterday, the old lady held up a hard bread stick and beat a brat who was throwing stones at her door all the way from the street to the end of the street. The ferocity of her fighting power can completely tell who Miss Rimbaud inherited, ahem... the result Today you told me that there is no one?

The orange-haired young man took off his hat and went to the pastor to briefly explain his background—he told him that he was the adopted son of Mrs. Rimbaud’s second son, Attil, who lived far away... This long series of bends is a bit big, but the closest one can reach out He is the only one who can barely be said to be a relative.

After listening to his explanation, the pastor stepped back with his eyes wide open and looked up and down at the young man in front of him: "You said, you are Attil's adopted son? Isn't he... Didn't he die a few years ago?"

Zhongyuan Zhongye: "..."

"No, he's very well, probably sleeping at home now."

The pastor looked him over again: "Well, I believe you. No one will pretend to be Attil's adopted son, and there is no benefit."

So Zhong also went with him to see the doctor and the police to determine the cause of Mrs. Rimbaud's death.

The doctor probably gave the answer of "cerebral hemorrhage" after a general examination. It turned out that she had exercised too vigorously yesterday, suddenly fell ill at night and had no family to take care of her, so she just disappeared.

Zhong didn't know what to say, so he could only silently hope that Rimbaud would not do such a nonsensical thing decades later.Then he turned on his mobile phone and dialed her number to tell Rimbaud the ins and outs of the incident, and he heard her say that he would come over.

"Don't worry, the person has already left, I'm watching over here, just don't worry."

That being said, eighteen hours later, he still saw Miss Rimbaud appearing in front of everyone in a men's black suit.

"Sorry, this should have been my responsibility."

Her face was a little pale, and when she saw Chuya, she opened her arms and hugged him.

The young man accepted her thanks, and hugged her back: "Sorry, I was there when the accident happened, but..."

"It's none of your business. With her temper, even if I come by myself, I'm afraid I will be shut out."

Fukuzawa Yukichi stood behind Rimbaud, and all the children she had adopted followed her.Everyone sighed after learning about the situation, but the old lady had passed away, and everyone sighed about her bit by bit, and they didn't talk about it over and over again.

Another day later, Rimbaud's brothers and sisters rushed over from Corsica and Paris and other places after receiving the bad news, and Chuya knew what kind of status Rimbaud was in his "natal home".

It is completely different from the island country.

She wore mourning clothes, walked to the church every morning, stood outside after listening to the prayers, and then walked back. She was obviously impatient but persevered.Her elder brother and younger sister are ordinary people, without supernatural powers and not so rebellious. Rimbaud treats them with a kind of tenderness that he would not show at all in addition to being silent. She is smiling, this kind of simple smile Rather rare.

On the day of Mrs. Rimbaud's burial, even Mori Ogai came here under the banner of "caring for his subordinates" and didn't know what to do. Originally, this kind of confusing behavior might turn into a very exciting Shura field, but everything was in Lao Lan's hands. Mr. Poe appeared and stopped.

It was a tall man with black hair that had turned grizzled.Rimbaud was really like him, almost identical except for the difference in eye color and gender.

He has a pair of azure blue eyes, as if containing a deep sea.

The funeral had already begun when the old Mr. Rimbaud arrived. Rimbaud walked his mother to the temporary cemetery behind the church, followed by a group of oriental faces also dressed in black.The coffin was placed firmly in the dug earth pit, and she was looking down at the newly dug earth in a daze, when Fukuzawa Yukichi on one side suddenly raised his hand to protect her and hid aside.

A tall man with gray hair came running from a distance, pushed away the "second son" whom he didn't recognize at all, and walked to the coffin of his ex-wife.

"Mary..."

That was old Madame Rimbaud's maiden name.

Fukuzawa Yukichi felt the lover in her arms tremble, she slowly stood up straight, her back was straighter than ever.

Knowing something, Dazai poked Nakaya and gave him a wink, the orange-haired young man turned and walked out—I don’t know if this person came by himself or... If he also brought a long list, someone must come forward to greet him, he can’t let Rimbaud lost face.

Mr. Mori, who felt that he was useless, turned his head to look, and went out with him.

Old Mr. Rimbaud knelt in front of his ex-wife's coffin and touched the erected tombstone and the cross on it, but no one stepped forward to help him up.The eldest son "Second Son" looked indifferent, he was already lying in the cemetery, the past was like smoke, so what is there to mention?

After a while, Mori Ogai and Nakahara Nakaya led two people back to the crowd. From their looks, they knew that they were related to Rimbaud. The younger girl looked like Rimbaud with blue eyes.

"Please get up, Ms. Kuff is gone."

Qufu is Mrs. Rimbaud's maiden surname.

Old Mr. Rimbaud was finally helped up. He turned around to thank his relatives and friends, but he saw the second son Arthur Rimbaud standing in the front.

"You... how dare you?!"

As a retired military officer with the rank of captain, he certainly knew that his "son" was forbidden to cross the border.

"Oh, I'll give her a treat."

Rimbaud glanced at the faces of the two people beside the old Mr. Rimbaud: "Please step aside, it's about to be covered with dirt."

Two young people with oriental faces stepped forward and politely but could not refuse to "please" him to stand aside, and the people behind lined up to see Mrs. Rimbaud off one by one. Rimbaud put a carnation on his mother's coffin: "You choose God, and may God be worthy of your piety."

The words were spoken in Latin, and no one understood them.

Rimbaud put down the flowers and didn't say another word. He silently walked to the end of the line and waited for the others to gather and prepare to leave.

She didn't plan to stay in Charleville any longer. All the things left by Mrs. Rimbaud were given to her elder brother and younger sister. She only took away the gold-plated "Bible" that Mrs. Rimbaud often caressed.

Old Mr. Rimbaud was completely neglected by the children of his ex-wife.

There is no way to do this. Abandonment for more than ten years is not an act that can be forgiven just by meeting.Mrs. Rimbaud's neighbors and friends would not come up to persuade them if they knew the inside story. Everyone walked around according to the procedure with a straight face. The soil was compacted and a marble slab with his life engraved was embedded. The funeral is almost over. .

Seeing off neighbors and distant relatives and friends, Rimbaud walked around to his mother's tombstone and drew out his army to carve a line of epitaph: Here lies a pious believer.

"Are you ok?"

Mr. Fukuzawa, who accompanied her silently the whole time, asked her in a low voice, and Rimbaud shook his head: "I'm fine, but... I just find it incredible."

"A person like me who often steps on the line of life and death is still alive, and she is already... I always thought that one day I would have to trouble her to run all the way from Charleville to collect my body, but I didn't expect..."

Mr. Fukuzawa sighed and hugged her shoulder: "It's okay to cry."

"...Forget it, there's nothing to cry about. If we cry, she'll get angry instead, saying that we are black sheep who can't stand the test of the Lord." Rimbaud also sighed: "Let's go, I don't want to give the town a lot of trouble." The officers add to the chaos."

After the funeral, old Mr. Rimbaud left without any intention of staying and talking to the children he had abandoned. Rimbaud knew nothing about it.Sometimes the bonds between people cannot be based on blood relationship, such as the old Mr. Rimbaud and himself, such as himself and those adopted children.

On the second day after Mrs. Rimbaud's burial, her children and guests from the Far East disappeared without a trace, even the orange-haired young man who had been there from the beginning to help him.People in the small town of Charleville lamented that this was probably the last time they saw Arthur Rimbaud.Unexpectedly, he did not die in the purge movement many years ago, but traveled across the ocean to live in such a far place. The oriental man standing beside him looks really interesting, but he is a bit older...