Writer saves the world

Erye Tingming sent Rimbaud home several times, but each time he only sent him to the gate. It is not clear which floor and room he lives in. Fortunately, Mr. Kindaichi who lives on the first floor happened to be sitting outside the gate. Read the book and pointed them to Rimbaud's room.

"Also, you can't cook in the room." Kyosuke Kindaichi saw a little green vegetable leaf protruding from the bag in Erye Tingming's hand, and added, "The kitchen is at the end of the corridor, and it costs ten yuan to turn on the fire... Mr. Lantang doesn't seem to have the habit of starting a business by himself, so you can use my kitchen utensils if necessary."

The plain but neat young man smiled, "It's not a good thing, please don't be too polite."

Erye Tingming nodded slightly to him, "I see...Thank you very much."

Zhong Yuanzhong, who was led by him, also thanked him: "Thank you brother!"

Men who don't have long gray hair have to be called brother - after accidentally calling Uncle Oda Sakunosuke and being mercilessly knocked on the head, Nakahara Chu also remembers the address very firmly.

The good boy with a sweet mouth and good manners is likable wherever he goes, even though Kyosuke Kindaichi is shy, he searched around and found a small bag of Konpei candy and stuffed it for Nakahara Nakaya.

Zhongyuan Zhong also held Jin Pingtang and thanked him earnestly, and then went upstairs with Erye Tingming.

The dark stairs are narrow and steep, and the wooden boards will creak when stepped on. Adults will inevitably feel nervous when walking, but children don't have that kind of thought, they just find the creaking very interesting.

Zhongyuan Zhong also stepped on the stairs and jumped up lightly.

"Frog—" He hopped from one flight of stairs to the next, adjusting the weight of his body a little less to jump higher. "The frog jumped into the middle of the water—"

"thump--"

"A splash—"

The immature voice of the child reads the haiku following the rhythm of the creaking stairs, and the famous lines of Matsuo Basho are also the beauty of childish solitude that children can appreciate.

Erye Tingming followed him and watched. As Zhong Yuanzhong also learned more and more things, he became more and more proficient at mastering his own power. Such progress also proves that Oda Sakunosuke has raised him well.

Seeing the kid bouncing up and down to the ceiling, Erye Tingming reached out and grabbed him by the back collar and lifted him up, because when he was picked up, Zhong Yuanzhong would also subconsciously reduce the gravity to avoid the collar strangling his neck. The weight in the hand is not much different from that of a milk cat.

"Stop making trouble." Erye Tingming walked up the stairs in two or three steps and put him down, squatted down and pressed Nakahara Chuya's shoulder so that he could look into his eyes, "What did we say on the way here? Huh? "

His guardian's stern face is still a bit lethal to Zhong Yuanzhong, Zhong Yuanzhong also flattened his mouth, and repeated what he said in the taxi, "Today I came to visit the patient, so be obedient and don't run around. You can't touch things, and you have to be a good boy."

He said that there seemed to be fluffy ears on his head drooping, "I'm sorry..."

"Yes." Erye Tingming rubbed his head, and promised, "If you behave well later, I will read to you tonight."

Zhongyuan Zhongye's eyes lit up, and his drooping ears stood up again.

His favorite is of course a certain brand of sweet milk powder, but under the premise that Oda Sakunosuke strictly limits his drink to one cup a day, the second most attractive thing is Futaba Teming who read to him—here specifically refers to that A few collections of French poetry that he couldn't understand and somehow attracted him. Since French was not in Oda Sakunosuke's skill list, only Futaba Teimaki could read it to him.

"I'm going to read the one with the blue cover today."

Amidst the cub's lively and loud demands, the two walked to the door with the "Lantang" nameplate.

The door of the room was not locked, Erye Tingming knocked on the door, pushed the door open amidst the faint "please come in" inside.

"Excuse me." Erye Tingming said while putting down the big and small bags in his hands at the entrance, and urged Zhongyuan Zhongye to take off his shoes before running inside.

Rimbaud seemed to have just woken up, half leaned against the bed and coughed twice, "No, my side is..."

His eyes were dazed and unfocused, his cheeks were flushed sickly, and his voice was hoarse than what Erye Tingming heard on the phone, "I'm sorry to bother you."

As Rimbaud spoke, he looked at the two guests, one big and one small, calmly.His face is full of sickness and weakness, and his tone is no different from that of "Lantang". Anyone who comes here can't tell what kind of storm is going on in his heart at this moment, and he is almost a bit surprised It's about to pop into his eyes.

But he just closed his eyes as if his eyes were a little uncomfortable, and when he opened them again, all the undue emotional fluctuations were erased.

"Hello, my name is Lan Tang." He smiled and greeted Zhong Yuan Zhongya, "What's your name?"

Rimbaud's friendly smile and soft tone, the standard is like the best template for a children's show host, and within three sentences, he won the closeness and trust of Chuya Zhongyuan.

I don't know why, Zhongyuan Zhong also naturally has a sense of closeness to the stranger in front of him, so he quickly lay down beside Rimbaud's bed, touching Rimbaud's big hand with his small hand.

The young man's hands were white and slender, cold to the touch, without any warmth.

"Grumble."

Rimbaud's stomach made some embarrassing noises, reminding Rimbaud that he hadn't eaten for two days, and he barely drank some cold water just now, and urgently needed some warm and nutritious food to supplement his energy.

Rimbaud rubbed his stomach in embarrassment, his ears turned red, "I'm so uncomfortable that I can't get up..."

He lowered his head, as if a small beet was a sign of malnutrition, Erye Tingming immediately said: "I bought the ingredients, let me cook some porridge for you." As he spoke, he patted Zhong Yuan next to Rimbaud Zhong Ye warned, "You stay here and take good care of your brother."

Zhongyuan Zhong also nodded vigorously, his big and round eyes blinked and blinked, and the similar blue pupils made Rimbaud look dazed for a moment.

Of course, he recognized at the first sight that this was [the one] brought out by him and Verlaine from the Military Research Institute—the child with the number [Trial Product A[-]], an artificial supernatural body similar to Verlaine.

Rimbaud thought that the child should be with Verlaine now.After all, he was [-]% sure that Verlaine's ability was enough to survive the explosion, and as long as Verlaine was alive, he would definitely take that child away at all costs.

Verlaine saw his own shadow in him, and that strong sense of resonance made him regard him as his fellow countrymen and even his family——Verlaine's birth and everything he suffered made it impossible for him to reconcile with the world, and he could not find a way to reconcile with the world. He couldn't find a home for his sense of identity, and the huge anger suppressed in his heart burned his soul all the time.

Rimbaud once thought he could save him.

no...not rescue...

Rimbaud crossed out the word again in his mind.

He didn't think about such a great thing, he just wanted to bring happiness to the child he brought back, and wanted to connect that painful and floating soul with the world - what he thought was just such boring and vulgar things .

Everything in the world is just a decoration made up of shells and consciousness, human beings... or something else...

It doesn't matter what it is, even if you are really a monster.

Rimbaud was just delighted from the bottom of his heart, and longed for Verlaine to know countless times—it is so great that you were born in this world.

But Rimbaud failed in the end. He couldn't stop the painful storm, and he couldn't give Verlaine what he longed for. He could only hope that Verlaine could find the soul's home and peace in that child who was in the same situation.

After recovering his memory, Rimbaud had already made sufficient mental preparations. He also imagined many possible unexpected situations, but none of them was that the child was lying beside his bed, still staying in the dangerous Yokohama.

According to the information that Rimbaud got from chatting with Erye Tingming before, the child was picked up by Erye Tingming from Leibo Street.

This meant that Verlaine hadn't been able to take the child away at all, and was probably in a state similar to his before, where the person was still alive but unable to move.

Rimbaud admitted that his heartbeat fluttered because of this knowledge, and the change in his face even attracted the concern of Chuya Zhongyuan.

Zhong Yuanzhong also kept his mission firmly in mind. Seeing that Rimbaud's expression was not right, he quickly stood up and patted Rimbaud on the back, and asked with concern: "Brother, are you alright?"

Rimbaud took advantage of the situation and coughed a few times to cover up his abnormality in the past, "It's nothing, I feel a little uncomfortable all of a sudden...can you pour me a glass of water?"

He pointed Zhong Yuan Zhongya to the kettle. Before lying down, he boiled a pot of hot water, which should be ready to drink now.

Nakahara Chuya immediately jumped out of bed and ran to pour water. Rimbaud watched silently behind him—this is a child who does not rely on supernatural powers. , When pouring water, he was also very careful not to be scalded by the hot water. He walked with a water glass and looked at his feet seriously, pursing his lips with a serious expression of doing something important.

It looks very cute.

It wasn't until the water glass was brought to the bed that Zhongyuan Zhongye breathed a sigh of relief, raised his head and showed a big smile at Rimbaud, "Brother, here." After finishing speaking, he reminded, "The water is very hot, you need to blow it for a while. Blow."

Rimbaud took the water glass and watched the water steam up and down.

"Thank you." He thanked softly, and asked again: "Are you... happy now?"

Nakahara Chu tilted his head in confusion, "Happy!" As if he felt that this was not convincing enough, he chirped with various things to prove his point of view, "Pa... Brother Oda He will drink sweet milk powder for me, and also take me to write and read. We also went for a walk on the beach together and picked up many beautiful shells. The brothers and uncles next door are also very good, they will tell me stories and teach me Buy snacks to eat... Oda brother will confiscate it every time he sees it, saying that I will not eat well if I eat too much."

He pouted, "It's okay to eat a little snack, but PaPa said that I need to eat more to grow taller!"

"You can definitely grow very tall." Rimbaud thought of Verlaine's impressive height, and felt that Zhong Yuanzhong should not be short either, "Then, does PaPa treat you well?"

"Emmmmm..." Nakahara Zhong also thought for a while, "Although PaPa sometimes deliberately bullies people, but overall he is very good...he will read poems to me and secretly bring me snacks When I came back, I taught me to write poems and draw pictures, and said that when I grow up a bit, I will be sent to school to study, there are many children like me there, we can play together."

After talking about Erye Tingming's parenting deeds in this way and that, Zhongya Nakahara nodded, and concluded like a little adult: "Brother Zhitian said that PaPa is very hard to support the family, so I will forgive him for bullying me once in a while!"

- This child is really cute.

That kind of bright and childish smile, the bright and clean brilliance in the eyes can be seen at a glance, making people know that this must be a well-loved child.

Rimbaud had never seen even the slightest similar look on Verlaine's face, as if the sensory nerves of "love" in his brain had been completely broken.

Rimbaud took a sip of the water in the cup, but the scalding temperature didn't make him feel warm at all, only tingling and cold.

Is that why Verlaine craves this?

Not being a weapon or being an experimental subject has nothing to do with supernatural powers and utility value. In the final analysis, it has nothing to do with humans or monsters. Just because he exists, someone is willing to give him love and warmth.

"Then why...he can't feel it?" Rimbaud muttered to himself.

"Huh?" Zhongyuan Zhong was also tired from kneeling by the bed. Seeing that Erye Tingming, who was always staring at him, was not there, he boldly sat down on the ground, spread his legs carelessly, and put on the The toes in the cartoon socks are still twitching restlessly.

"I have a friend," Rimbaud thought, anyway, children don't understand, so it's okay to talk about it—or something is so heavy that he can't breathe, so he has to say it.

"That friend of mine, he never believed that I loved him very much... No matter what I do, how I prove to him, he seems to feel nothing..." Rimbaud restrained the trembling of his fingertips, and tried his best to pull out A smile, "I don't know what to do anymore."

He looked really distressed, and Nakahara Zhong also frowned, and began to think in distress. After a while, he put his small hand on Rimbaud's big hand and patted it comfortingly, and spoke seriously.

"Although I haven't had any friends yet, Brother Oda said that there is a wall between hearts and hearts, and no one can fully understand another."

"Then PaPa told me that if I love someone, I must tell him loudly."

"Speak very loudly, say how much I love him many, many times - so that the voice can pass through the wall, from my heart to his heart, and let him know how much I love him!"

He paused for a moment, and then said to Rimbaud: "I also like my brother very much, so much!"

Zhong Yuanzhong also waved his arm vigorously, making a big circle.

His smile was bright and his eyes were bright, like the dawn of summer, dazzling enough to make people tremble.