After I divorced from chaos step

This is the first time I saw Ranpo shed tears.

Like an injured kitten that is about to be abandoned, there is no other way but to cry sadly.

It was also the first time that the word "useless detective" came out of his mouth.

He is a proud and self-willed child who has absolute confidence in his super reasoning and thinks that everyone is inferior to him.

He even dared to hit my mother on the head when playing mahjong, but she became more honest after being beaten.

... He also unabashedly disliked my stupidity before.

Although there is no malice, those "why you still can't learn it" and "it takes a few times for the detective to understand it" still make me feel a little sad.

I remember the first time I tried to understand his hobbies. I read a mystery novel seriously, and I didn't understand the plot very well, so I asked him for advice.He interrupted me before I finished speaking, and said impatiently: "You don't understand something that can be understood at a glance?"

Since then, I have never opened any mystery novels, and I have never been very willing to play cards or chess with him, or ask him questions.Even during the time when I was married, when I encountered problems, I was used to asking others, not him.

However, shouldn’t the husband be the person the wife can trust and seek help the most?

It turns out that we were in the wrong position from the very beginning.

"Ranpo-san is not a useless detective." I wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes with my fingers.

"You are the number one detective in the world. If it wasn't for you, I don't know where I am now."

I stroked his back one after another, and he just hugged me naked and covered in water droplets.

"I've let you down—"

His teardrops were crystal clear and hot, no matter how much he wiped them off.This heat seems to be transmitted to my heart through my fingertips.

"You are the best detective ever."

"no!"

This sound came out trembling in the throat, as if choking.

Sad emotions, like happy emotions, are contagious.I was afraid that I would cry too, and it would be out of control.

"Ranbu-sang, two people who love each other should open their hearts to each other." I let him go and said softly, "But we didn't."

We kept too many secrets from each other before.The difference is that I don't know his secret, but he can see through me.

Luanbu heard the words and gripped my clothes tightly, and grabbed the corners of the clothes with his fingers, as if he was afraid that my next sentence would completely sentence our relationship to death.

"I'll get you clothes first, you change, dinner is going to be cold, let's talk while we have something to say."

I picked up the towel next to him and wrapped him up.Then he went to the bedroom and turned over his pajamas for him.

The unisex loose-fitting pajamas actually fit him quite well, but they were not so loose.

Although this meal was rich in dishes, Luanbu was so preoccupied that he was tempted by the aroma of pickled fish and fish, so he didn't even reach for his chopsticks.

The atmosphere became very delicate for a while.

"Ranbu-san, this is your favorite milk beer."

I took out the can of milk beer hidden behind my back, pulled the tab, and put it in front of him, "Please enjoy it without being polite."

"Qingxixi, I..."

He pouted his lips, hesitated to speak several times.

I didn't stretch out my chopsticks either, and waited patiently for him to continue.

In the end, he seemed to have made up his mind and said, "There is actually no alcohol in milk beer."

"……Um?"

"It just tastes a bit alcoholic, but it's actually non-alcoholic, so you can't get drunk."

I raised my eyelids and stared at him blankly.

"On our wedding day, you went to take care of someone else who was drunk. I didn't mind, because you left me, so I pretended to be drunk...then you came back."

That day, Nakahara Nakahara was drunk by Osamu Dazai. He vomited by the sink and threw a gun to me as a congratulatory gift. Originally, I wanted to send him back, but I didn’t have time to send him. Miyazawa Kenji came to tell me that Ranpo was also drunk and making a fuss.

I had no choice but to entrust Zhongya Zhongya to him, and went back to take care of Ranpo.

"That's right."

It turned out that Luanbu at that time was pretending to be drunk rather than really drunk.Because I only drink high-concentration spirits, I have no research on small drinks such as milk beer. I really thought it was a low-concentration alcohol like beer.

"I'm sorry!" Ranbu apologized with his head bowed.

I touched my chin and said with emotion: "You are such a scheming move!"

He stared at me nervously, I was silent for a moment, then pushed the can of milk beer in front of him: "Then you can punish yourself with a drink."

"Actually, I also lied to you." I watched him start drinking milk beer, and then slowly said, "The time I went out in the middle of the night, I actually went to see Tuo Si, who was my ex-boyfriend and ex-leader. But you should know it all, but I really lied to you about this."

I picked up a piece of fish fillet with chopsticks and ate it with big mouthfuls.The fish meat is numb and fragrant, so delicious that you can't stop it.

"Today's pickled fish is delicious. There is such a delicious fish. I hope we can try it—" I paused, looking into his eyes and said, "Open up? Be honest, okay?"

Without the slightest hesitation, he nodded vigorously: "Okay."

"Then let me do it first." The words have come to this point, and it is not appropriate to hide them, so I can only express my true feelings, "The first time I asked you about something I didn't understand in a mystery novel, did you point it out?" I have no patience, and you still call me stupid."

"No more! I apologize to you for my previous behavior, and I will definitely explain it until you understand it!"

"It doesn't matter if you don't want to explain," I said quietly, "I can ask others for advice, Dazai said he would be happy to answer."

"Please teach me! I'm the most patient, don't go to him!" Luanbu put down the drink can, put his hands on the table, "It's my turn, Qingxixi, I really mind if you still have Fyodor in your phone A picture of me! I hate him so much!"

The corner of my mouth twitched: "That's a photo he sent over by himself, it was cached, and I deleted it a long time ago."

"And his contact information!"

"It's been blocked." I spread the phone to Luanbu to see, "Look, I even quit the group chat of the few of us."

I have quit the group chat established by me, Dazai Osamu, Ranpo, Nakahara Chuya, and Tosi during the extraordinary period.

Seeing this, Luanbu also took out his mobile phone: "Then I'll quit too." Then he grinned at me, "The main characters are all gone, let the three supporting characters play around inside."

"This time it's me, Ranpo-san, next time I go to Granny Hanamaru's place, you have to take the initiative to say hello to her, even if you don't help, don't yell there."

"Yes. I will also apologize to her and negotiate. In the future, when she cooks and puts seasonings, I will come to taste the dishes." Ranbu added, "I don't like Dazai living with you. I will pay ten times the rent he paid. ! He drinks with you, so can I!"

"Okay." I nodded, "Also, I don't mind carrying you on the back at ordinary times, but when I go to a relative's house during Chinese New Year, I hope you can walk by yourself and give me face in front of relatives."

Luanbu blinked: "Then you hold my hand, can you?"

I suddenly realized that the topic of the two of us, from dissatisfaction with each other's life and behavior, has tended to an agreement on future life.

Like an appointment to do something.

In the past, I was not a person who cared about every detail, but now I have brought all the fragmentary grievances and minor grievances to the table.

"Ranbu-sang, don't lie to me in the future. If you have something to do, can you discuss it with me?" I sighed, "After this incident, I am not as glass-hearted as before. I am not so fragile. In fact, I ...I'm just a little scared."

"I know."

He reached out and put his palm over the back of mine, and our hands clasped over a plate of steaming fish with pickled cabbage.

"If my Qingxixi is not strong and brave enough, then I can only look at you in the distant starry sky. Although it sounds very romantic, it's a pity that I can't hold you—"

He looked at me seriously, his eyes were still red, "Qingxixi, I want to have a future with you."

There is later.

An ordinary word.

After so many storms and twists and turns, it looks so lovely, simple, sincere, down-to-earth, with a feeling that the emotions are well placed.