I'm such a big son

"Ahahahahaha, the sun in Rome in October is so warm..."

Rimbaud was holding the liqueur bottle, and sat crookedly on the root of a big tree out of the soil. The shirt and suit that had been serious and abstinent had long since disappeared.She wore a long bohemian dress with a heavy woolen scarf wrapped around her shoulders, her hair was disheveled, and her face was painted with the same variety of oil paints as those vagrants who pretended to be ghosts.

Zhong Yuanzhong also sat on the tree branch above her head, staring at Yue Banyan helplessly.

It was agreed to start work, but this guy came out with information and turned around. For some reason, he mixed with this group of homeless people driving a car. He sat on the grille behind the caravan with a wine bottle and sang folk songs. So I ran away with others...

Ran!

You, a PortMafia cadre, do you want to be so casual?

Mr. Zhongyuan is very tired.

His knowledge of Rimbaud was still in the stage of Leibo Street and had never been updated.The lady in the heavy-colored coat looks much older than her actual age, stable and reliable, as unshakable as a mountain... But right now, this mountain has grown feet, and it wanders without even knowing the direction of strangers Gone——that kind of mature and prudent temperament disappears without a trace like a cloud in the sky when blown by the wind, making Zhong also mistakenly think that she is actually a juvenile who cares nothing about the past...

So how old are you, Ms. Rambo, do you still remember that Mr. Mori by the Tokyo Bay squatted in Yokohama port waiting for you to go back?

That's horrible!

"Desyeuxquifontbaiserlesmiens, Unrirequiseperdsursabouche, Voilaleportraitsansretouche, Del'hommeauquelj'appartiens, Quandilmeprend..."

A slightly drunk melodious singing sounded under the tree, and Zhongyuan Zhong also rubbed his aching temple, feeling his head was big.

"Hey...well, Attila, are you drunk?"

He has been able to speak French proficiently and fluently with Rimbaud, and the name of her has changed from a strange oriental accent to a normal French format.

But Rimbaud learned faster, and there was no abnormality at all among the bohemians, as if she was born a bohemian.

She shook the wine bottle in her hand, closed her eyes and shook her head to show that she was not drunk. She sang the song along with the melody. Several young people repairing vehicles in the distance stood up and smiled at her with two rows of big white teeth: "There is a bonfire at night. Music, let's dance together, honey, you are like our Esmeralda."

Esmeralda is the heroine in the musical "Notre Dame de Paris", a beautiful young bohemian girl.

Probably because musicals have been popular for centuries, this role has also become an adjective for beautiful women in Bohemians.

At this time, Rimbaud had finished singing "La Vie en Rose", she put the cork back on the wine bottle, stood up and turned her neck and answered loudly: "I will go, I will go, and I will take my son with me, I hope he will never come again." Getting blushed like a pedant at being approached by a young girl, hahahahahahaha!

The youths followed her and laughed loudly,?Mr. Zhongyuan on the tree was even more angry, puffing up two?There was nothing he could do with her.

When those bohemians were gone, Rimbaud raised his wine bottle at the Central Plains: "No? Be angry, we will enter the core area of ​​Vengley tomorrow, this is the last time ~ you are 14 years old I'm almost 15 years old, I don't even have a girlfriend, mom, I'm really worried...

What if you have bad eyesight like me!

The one who answered her was that Chuya became angry and fell down the tree with force, and the leaves that turned from green to yellow were shaken all over the sky by him. Rimbaud screamed and jumped up and beat his hair and shawl: "Good boy!? Beat you!"

"Ah...I'm so scared! Ah...don't hit me!

He had mastered Mo De's soul's great reading method without a teacher, and raised his eyebrows to look at the woman under the tree with a provocative expression.

Miss Rimbaud, who was dragged down by a long dress, was very angry:

"If you have the ability, come down for me!?"

Mr. Zhongyuan on the tree right was full of ambition, the young man raised the corner of his mouth arrogantly... and soon fell down again:

"If you have the ability, you climb up in a skirt...Hey! Don't take off your skirt! This is a public place! I'll come down, I'll come down right away!"

Facts have proved that young people are still too young after all.

In the early morning of the next day, Zhongyuan Zhong also almost sat up from the temporary tent with his head in his arms. Last night, the group of Bohemians were so troublesome. The darkness was completely broken.

Some nearby residents, including tourists from far away, were attracted by the lively sound and firelight to join their carnival. It's not about throwing the sleeping and unconscious son aside and going out with the man I met by chance to find excitement...

"well...?.."

He sighed, feeling that his bottom line is getting lower and lower, as long as she remembers to say hello to him when she gets married... It's hard to say if she has that kind of universal concept of marriage, your circle is so messy ....

The teenager who believed that he was still a baby changed his clothes and went out to take a shower. The cold water wash away his sleepiness and made him sober, and the throbbing veins on his forehead also relaxed.When he walked back to the high-roofed car, Mademoiselle Rimbaud had put on her work clothes again, her black overcoat draped over her, and was rubbing her temples with one of her pretty fingers.

"Here, wipe your face."

He handed out the towel in his hand, and Rimbaud took it with his eyes closed and didn't even look at it. He covered his face indiscriminately, pressed the rough fabric with one hand and rubbed it, then took it off and wiped his hair again: "Wait for me In 10 minutes, I will take you to Pengo Lie's headquarters for breakfast."

Zhong Yuanzhong also snorted, and had breakfast, so it would be too early for lunch!

The bonfire from last night had already been extinguished, leaving only a pool of black ashes in the spacious open space.Rimbaud went to find the leader of Vitessa, muttered something to him, and stuffed another bag in the past. The other party showed a satisfied smile that the deal had been concluded.

"Hot Esmeralda, I understand what you want. Every year when the albatross flies back to the sea, the letter will be sent out on time. Don't worry~ My old lady's divination will never go wrong. You still have to go to Wandering in the East."

"Thanks, Witsa, even if I'm not here, there's room for me by the campfire when the music starts. Ah, you know my son, maybe next time he'll be the one to come to the lively dance, hahahahahaha, He'll be a boy to please girls.

Rimbaud was not at all guilty and boasted to the leader of Witsa, and it took 10 minutes to be accurate before being sent out of his caravan by Wittsa's wife and daughter-in-law.

Chuya stood by the forest with his hat in his arms and waited. Seeing Rimbaud from a distance, he immediately walked a few steps towards him.Vitessa's wife and daughter-in-law liked this boy who was so tender that he could pinch water, and gave him several cans of honey berries picked and made on the road. Rimbaud nodded, and Chuya put the hat on his head and took the Solemnly thank you.

"No thanks, no thanks, you helped us carry water and catch rabbits, and you never wanted to get paid. This can of honey stuffed berries was kept for eating and playing on the road. Young man," the old woman's cloudy and yellow eyes suddenly spun wildly, looking like Although it was a bit unpleasant, it made Rimbaud turn cold and serious.

"Young man, the red and black beast hides in your heart, and fear cannot overcome it... The answer, the answer is in you...

Her voice was hoarse and sharp, and her whole body trembled after slurring her words, her whole body was as pale and cold as a water ghost climbing up from the water.

"Sorry, did I scare you? A rare prophecy, Yiou, thank you."

Rimbaud took out the change from his pocket and stuffed it to her, nodded and led Zhong Yuanzhong out of the forest.The two of them didn't exchange anything along the way, Rimbaud was preoccupied, and Chuya didn't take what he just heard seriously at all.

He had seen that old woman when she was divination, she was a careful language liar!

They walked through the forest and crossed an unknown river. When there was no shade above their heads, a whole prairie appeared in front of them. Members of the Pengelie family, armed with live ammunition, quickly appeared. Rimbaud showed them the token given by Mr. Sen , and was immediately sent respectfully and respectfully into the guest reception area of ​​the headquarters castle.

"Sorry, Mr. Rimbaud, Pengo Lie is in the battle for heir recently, Mr. XANXUS took Balian just to Japan, and the health of Nine Generations is also very worrying...

Rimbaud's answer was to punch the wall with a punch, and the pale gold flashed. The impact of the subspace directly opened a transparent ventilation window for the castle-like building.

"I'm not here to listen to an explanation. My mission is just to come and take away the trading items. As for what caused the delay in delivery, that's Peng Lie's problem. You can solve it yourself. Aha !Don't tell me there's no deal at all......

In the middle of the sentence, she suddenly smiled and said, "Maybe I can choose to visit Kudaime first. After all, my adoptive father Baudelaire told me to respect this elder as much as I respect him."

If you were really so obedient, you wouldn't help others with demolition!

The lady in charge got stuck.Whether Port? Mafia first?The leader's representative is also Baudelaire's adopted son. As long as the other party wants to see Kudaime, she has no right to refuse. Even if she refuses, only a person of XANXUS' level can come to talk. Her weight is far from enough.

"Please rest for a while. Your assistants must have something to say. As for the visit to Jiudaimu...I will arrange it for you as soon as possible."

The maids in black and white skirts came out one after another, leading the two guests who had been late for a long time to the guest room.Even though it was the first time they met, the head maid smiled and curtsied playfully to Rimbaud:? "Mr. Rimbaud, your three assistants arrived earlier, and another young man came yesterday morning with a box, claiming to be your adopted son. I really can't tell, you are still so young."

"Honey, I'm glad you didn't cross me off that list in your mind.

Rimbaud turned his head and exchanged an ambiguous look with her, the maid blushed and giggled.

Again!

Zhongyuan, who was walking on the other side of Rimbaud, also rolled his eyes. Not only is the age of the caregiver a mystery, but also his orientation seems to be very confusing. The most fascinating thing is that everyone here is blind?

One bite at a time, Mr. Rimbaud, why does she look like a man!

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