What if I become Verlaine?

Zhongyuan Zhong also discovered one thing, the family is rich with naked eyes.

Most of the electrical appliances used at home were second-hand goods from Weilun, and they still need to be repaired and replaced by Weilun before they can be used.

But now Rimbaud directly bought brand-new, higher-priced, and more convenient furniture, and had someone drive it to the door of the villa, and the other party was also responsible for door-to-door installation.

Although Zhong Yuanzhong also always felt that the buddy who came to deliver the goods didn't look like a good person, but since Rimbaud said there was no problem, Zhong Yuanzhong didn't ask any more questions.

In addition to all the furniture and equipment becoming brand new, the meals on the dining table have also become more and more high-end, with rich and nutritious ingredients.

It just so happened that Zhong Yuanzhong was also growing up, no matter how much he ate, he didn't get fat, he just looked stronger.

In other words, the orange-haired boy finally has the strength and vitality of a normal 12-year-old boy.

It is also rare for Zhongyuanzhong to feel that life in another world is quite beautiful. The only thing that makes Zhongyuanzhong a little confused is the relationship between Rimbaud and Wei Lun.

According to Wei Lun, Wei Lun came from another world and did not know Rimbaud before.

In other words, they are strangers, even enemies before, the relationship is tense, and they have been caught in life-and-death battles several times.

Now because both of them have fallen into a different world, they have to temporarily live in harmony as a family alliance.

But based on Zhongyuan Zhongye's observation, did these two people really not know each other before?

Nakahara Zhongye saw Wei Lun quietly watching Rimbaud cooking in the kitchen more than once when he was eating, and Zhongyuan Zhongye also accidentally discovered that Rimbaud who was sitting beside him teaching him was watching Rimbaud while he was studying French. Wei Lun is messing around in the living room.

Zhongyuan Zhong also thought of the stray cats wandering outside Leibo Street for no reason.

Those stray cats were lying quietly on the wall in the same way, silently staring at people, not knowing when they were there, let alone when they left.

On this day, when Rimbaud went out, Zhong Yuanzhong also found Wei Lun sitting by the window and drawing something.

Zhong Yuanzhong also took a carton of milk from the refrigerator, and walked to Wei Lun while drinking it: "What are you doing?"

Wei Lun didn't answer, and Zhong Yuan Zhong didn't need to answer, his full attention was attracted by the picture in front of Wei Lun.

Wei Lun was actually drawing a sketch. On the yellowish paper, he outlined the lines and silhouette of a man with a few simple strokes. It was Rimbaud.

The lines drawn by Wei Lun are sometimes soft and sometimes hard. Under his pen, Rimbaud outlined by simple lines seems to come to life. The arrogance and carelessness between his brows are vividly displayed on the paper, as if a real person appeared before his eyes.

The soft pencil rubbed against the paper, making a rustling sound, and the golden sunlight shone on the paper, as if casting a layer of golden light on the person in the painting.

Zhong Yuanzhong also murmured, "It's so beautiful."

Wei Lun's hand paused, as if waking up from a dream.

He said ah: "Does Zhong also think it looks good?"

Zhong Yuanzhong also nodded heavily, and said excitedly: "Wei Lun, can you still draw?"

Wei Lun's expression became very complicated in an instant. He put away the pen, stretched out his hand and stroked Rimbaud's cheek on the screen, and said with a smile, "I still have a lot to learn."

Immediately, a slight wind appeared on Wei Lun's fingertips, and the wind seemed to be artificially elongated into thin lines, and then the sketch in Wei Lun's hand was cut into several pieces by the wind.

"What are you doing?!"

Zhongyuan Zhong also subconsciously reached out to block the wind blade released by Wei Lun, but only snatched a few fragments.

Wei Lun said lazily: "I drew it for fun, why keep it?"

Wei Lun got up, and the paper and pen were chopped up by him with the wind blade. He walked to the clothes hanger next to him and took off his cloak: "I'll go out for a while."

Zhong Yuanzhong was also confused, he looked blankly at Wei Lun who was going out, then looked at the debris on the ground, bit his lip sadly, stomped his feet angrily: "It's too disgusting!"

When Rimbaud came back from the company, he saw Nakahara Chuya lying on a small tatami table playing a jigsaw puzzle.

The orange-haired boy was concentrating on putting something together.

Rimbaud hung the smoky gray windbreaker on the hanger, raised his hands to brush his long hair, and prepared to start cooking.

"Zhongye? Why are you alone? Where's Wei Lun?"

It was only then that Zhongyuan Zhongya realized that Rimbaud was back. He suddenly looked out the window, and before he knew it, it was already dark.

Rimbaud walked up to the boy, looked down, and couldn't help being stunned.

It was a sketch of his miniature, but it was torn apart, and the boy was trying to put it back together.

Zhong Yuanzhong didn't have time to hide it. After being seen by Rimbaud, he said with some frustration: "... Wei Lun's painting, I think it looks very good, but he actually tore it up after finishing the painting, and then he went out. Didn't come back."

Rimbaud looked at the picture carefully. Although there were not many lines, he could outline Rimbaud's charm with a few simple strokes, especially the slender and delicate flavor. .

So in Wei Lun's eyes, is he like this?

Rimbaud smiled.

The fact that someone is attracted to him, especially the person Rimbaud wants to test, certainly makes Rimbaud happy.

Rimbaud said with a smile, "I guess he won't be back tonight."

Wei Lun tore up the sketches with the wind blade, apparently not wanting Rimbaud to know about his psychological changes, but Zhongyuan Zhong also saw it, and there was no point in covering it up, so Wei Lun went out directly.

Rimbaud casually started cooking, with an unpredictable smile on his lips.

Maybe Waylon will come back tomorrow morning drunk, with a few more lipsticks on his collar, and how wonderful the nightlife was last night, to show that he is popular...

Rimbaud thought, how would he deal with such a [popular] Wei Lun?

Do you just press up and remove the other person's clothes, expressing that there should be no other people's messy smell at home, or pretend to be curious, and experience the nightlife in another world with the other party tomorrow night?

Or do you ignore Wei Lun's strangeness, as always?

Rimbaud was doing multiple-choice questions in his mind. Coincidentally, Wei Lun was also thinking about what style to choose when he went back the next morning.

In the past few days, Wei Lun has almost always tied his sideburns according to his own habits. He and Verlaine are two people. It was Verlaine.

But at this time...

Hey, Verlaine thought, Verlaine's look was a provocation and a response.

Rimbaud is indeed very attractive, but Verlaine also betrayed Rimbaud for his own kind~

Thinking from Wei Lun's point of view, he may be attracted by Rimbaud, but he can't allow himself to really like Rimbaud, so letting Rimbaud hate himself is a good way to extinguish the flame in his heart.

So early the next morning, Zhongyuan Zhongye was eating fried eggs when he heard a click outside the door, the door was opened, and Wei Lun came back.

Zhongyuan Zhong also put down his fork subconsciously, and he looked over: "Wei Lun? You are back, you last night..."

When seeing Wei Lun, Zhong Yuanzhong couldn't help being taken aback.

The other party was wearing a white hat, a white suit, a red tie, a black vest inside, and white gloves on his hands. His long blond hair was tied behind his head by a black ribbon, and a small braid was loosely braided .

Does this shape look familiar?

bang.

Zhongyuan Zhong also subconsciously looked towards the direction of the sound, but saw the spatula in Rimbaud's hand hit the ground, Rimbaud was expressionless, and his demeanor gradually became cold and gloomy.

Chuya Nakahara's heart was almost in his throat, and a sense of danger was brewing in the air. The orange-haired boy always felt that the two of them would fight in the next second.

Wei Lun didn't seem to realize it. After entering the door, he put his hat and white suit on the hanger, and deliberately walked to the kitchen, leaning close to Rimbaud to watch the fried eggs in the frying pan.

"Ah, it smells so good, did Attil make fried eggs? I'm just hungry."

Wei Lun picked up the white plate, he didn't put the fried eggs, but let the delicate and soft wind blow the disc, making the plate rotate slightly, his face was profiled, his pale golden eyes were full of ridicule and smile .

"How about my body? Many people were praising me last night."

When Rimbaud heard these words, his original cold expression suddenly dissipated, and a look of sarcasm and mockery flashed in his eyes.

This guy Wei Lun did it on purpose, deliberately using Wei Er Lai to irritate himself.

But since Wei Lun will do this, doesn't it mean that Wei Lun cares about himself?

"It's nice, but the style is outdated and not what I like now."

Rimbaud drew his tone, he ignored the spatula that fell on the ground, but picked up a fork to fork a fried egg, and easily pressed the fried egg on the white porcelain plate that was constantly rotating, even the fried egg and the porcelain plate Together they pressed hard on the kitchen table.

"I have new preferences, like new and unknown things."

Rimbaud picked up the chili sauce next to him, poured it on the fried egg, and pushed the plate to Wei Lun.

Even though Rimbaud knew that Wei Lun was intentionally provoking him, Rimbaud had to admit that his emotions had been provoked, and he was a little bit uneasy after all.

The black-gray long-haired young man showed a nasty smile, and he raised his chin slightly, provocatively: "Your breakfast, I hope you like it."

Wei Lun's expression was slightly stiff. He held the plate and looked at the fried egg covered with peppers, expressing emotion.

"Ah, it's really spicy."

I don't know if I'm talking about people or fried eggs.

Wei Lun took the plate and went to the dining table to eat.

Zhong Yuanzhong also looked at Wei Lun in awe, because Wei Lun ate it all without making a fuss! !

That's half a bottle of chili sauce!

In the kitchen, Rimbaud stood in front of the frying pan with his back to the dining table. He took a deep breath to calm down his emotions slowly.

This wave is barely a tie.

Rimbaud thought resentfully, Wei Lun is really interesting.

Wei Lun absentmindedly ate the chili omelette, although the taste exploded, but back then on Meteor Street, no matter how disgusting the food was, Wei Lun could eat it calmly.

He just had some headaches, and his internal organs were recovering slowly. He was so stimulated by the chili pepper, and he was afraid that he would throw up while hugging the toilet. Spitting out stomach acid was nothing, but it would be troublesome if he accidentally vomited blood.

It took Waylon three seconds to formulate a new plan.

If you really accidentally vomit blood, then hold the toilet and cry to Rimbaud that you have a chili mental disorder and are allergic to chili!

After the provocation, he would show weakness to the enemy, Wei Lun thought, if he kept provoking, Rimbaud would really do it, and he was not Rimbaud's opponent now.

Although Zhongyuan Zhongya didn't see the turbulent conflict between Wei Lun and Rimbaud hidden under the calm surface, he intuitively felt that the atmosphere at home was a bit scary.

The orange-haired boy quickly finished his breakfast, he didn't dare to stay any longer, and quickly ran out of the house to fight little monsters to exercise his abilities.

It's just that when Nakahara Chuya came home in the afternoon, he was surprised to find that there was no one at home.

Neither Rimbaud nor Velen was at home.

Zhong Yuanzhong was also a little puzzled, he simply strolled around the door of his house, when the sun was setting, two people came from the end of the street, it was Rimbaud and Wei Lun.

Rimbaud was wearing a smoky gray windbreaker, with his arms in Wei Lun's arms. Wei Lun turned his head and said something to Rimbaud. The two looked intimate and seemed to have a good relationship.

Zhong Yuanzhong also stretched his neck and widened his eyes.

Wei Lun changed his clothes, his long blond hair was loose in a mess, and he didn't wear any small braids. Although he was also wearing a white shirt underneath, the collar and the first two buttons were unbuttoned. The shirt was slightly unbuttoned and exposed. A refined clavicle shape.

Wei Lun changed into a gray and warm yellow striped plaid trench coat, and wore striped trousers of the same color on his lower body, which cost him several times.

Wei Lun put one hand in his trouser pocket, which was held by Rimbaud's arm. In the other hand, he held several pockets and a supermarket bag with various ingredients in it.

The two came from a distance in the setting sun, and when they saw Chuya Zhongyuan, Rimbaud even raised his hand to wave.

Zhongyuan Zhong also flew over with gravity, and the orange-haired boy looked at the two of them, and asked cautiously, "Are you going out for a big purchase?"

Wei Lun seemed to be in a good mood, he said with a smile: "Yes, Rimbaud bought me new clothes, don't they look good?"

He also showed Zhong Yuan the pocket he was carrying in his left hand and the striped windbreaker on his body.

Zhong Yuanzhong was also startled, he subconsciously looked at Rimbaud.

Almost got into a fight in the morning, Rimbaud actually bought clothes for Wei Lun?

Rimbaud turned his face away slightly, as if he was embarrassed: "... Wei Lun's stomach is not good, it may be stimulated by the pepper, he coughed up blood at noon."

"Oh, I said it was an accident." Wei Lun quickly said to Rimbaud, "It has nothing to do with you."

Rimbaud asked with a smile: "Then let's eat mapo tofu tonight."

Wei Lun said affectionately: "Okay, I will eat whatever you do."

Rimbaud chuckled, and in the blink of his eyes, some uncertain feelings, like a cat's paw gently playing with the ball of thread, flashed past.

The gray-black long-haired man exerted force on his arm. He was already holding Wei Lun's arm. Now that he exerted force, Wei Lun's body naturally leaned over.

Rimbaud seemed to be catching his own prey, and seemed to be closing the distance between the two.

He said softly, "Forget it, you have a bad stomach, let's cook porridge tonight."

Wei Lun also had a gentle tone: "Well, listen to you."

Zhongyuan Zhongye looked at Rimbaud on the left and Wei Lun on the right, always feeling that something was wrong, but he couldn't tell.

His sixth sense told him that danger was approaching.

The boy's inner doubts almost exploded.

What is the danger?He doesn't know.