I'm such a big son

Miss Rimbaud stayed at the "eldest son"'s house, lazily wishing she could blend in with the quilt.If Chuya hadn't gotten up in the morning and made breakfast for her to eat, it is estimated that this guy would procrastinate until he had to get up before staggering away from the bedding.Even so, as soon as Chuuya left, she fell back into the quilt again, rubbing against the pillow and wrapping herself into a ball.

In the afternoon, Rimbaud ate the lunch specially sent back by Chuya's subordinates, and sat in the living room with disheveled hair and bare feet looking sleepy - she didn't want to get lost in the second week, but unfortunately she still didn't find the opportunity to travel.

While scratching her head, she didn't know which murderous guy used a mirror to reflect sunlight into the window of Mr. Zhongyuan's house. She squinted her eyes and stared at the light spot for a long time like a cat, and finally stretched her waist and got up lazily and walked away. I went to the balcony to look out, and sure enough there was a tall young man with hairy hair standing below.

Seeing her appearing on the balcony, the young man in a sand-colored windbreaker almost danced and danced, not knowing what he was expressing. Rimbaud, who thought he didn't know much about this type of artist, scratched his hair and expressed his doubts vividly.

Well, I saw him jumping into the water yesterday, and today he came to kill him again. It seems that President Fukuzawa's control over this guy is quite loose.

"Huh? Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm!"

Rimbaud nodded at the people below with a Poky in his mouth. After an hour, he changed his clothes and put on some light makeup. When he went out, he left a note for his son who was going to report to the leader.

Invited to visit the Armed Detective Agency - Rimbaud.

Anyway, it's not like Kunikida Doppo said at the banquet yesterday that he didn't hear it, leaving a note is more out of respect.She closed the door and walked towards the elevator. The owner of the apartment just came out with a bag: "Leaving? Do you want me to accompany you?"

Rimbaud shook his head: "No need, I can beat it."

"That's it." The orange-haired young man handed her the bag in his hand: "I bought you an ornament to wear and play with, it's not that I can't afford you!"

"Okay, okay, I got it." She opened the velvet box, inside was a pair of diamond earrings, the diamonds were not big, but the workmanship was exquisite.Rimbaud took off the earrings and put them on for his son to see. Mr. Zhongyuan looked left and right and nodded: "It's okay, it's okay if it's smaller, I'll buy you a bigger one next time."

She waved her hand, and Zhong also walked towards her home: "I'll pick you up at night, don't run around by yourself."

"Oh!" Rimbaud walked into the elevator and pressed the button, then he stretched out his head and looked at him with a smile: "Don't forget to eat."

"Understood! Worry about your own affairs!" The orange-haired young man who pressed his finger on the fingerprint lock complained without turning his head. Rimbaud retreated into the elevator and watched the metal door slowly close.

When she walked out of the first-floor foyer of the apartment, the black-haired young man graciously handed over a red rose and stepped forward as if holding her hand to sigh. Rimbaud, who had been prepared for this, took the flower with one hand and circled around Dodging the opponent's movements, the other hand pinched Dazai's bandaged wrist with only two fingers: "Do you want to be beaten again?"

A young man with a chill behind him smiled hippie: "You are so beautiful, if you don't let me praise you, I will die~"

"thank you!"

Wearing the Furisode bought yesterday, Rimbaud turned his back to Osamu Dazai and handed him the flowers again: "Put it in my hair."

The tone was rather blunt, and women who are as beautiful as her are usually very confident, and it is not annoying to arouse others.The black-haired young man smiled and pulled her hair back. The red rose decoration in the ebony-black curly hair gave a thrilling taste.

"Please, Mr. Lantang, please follow me~"

He stood up straight and stretched out his arms. Rimbaud skillfully held his arm and walked side by side to the car parked in the distance. The person who helped drive today was Junichiro Tanizaki. Is there any little story between him and his sister who is a compatriot that cannot be delved into... Well, people in F country don't care about this, what are you doing in the house, isn't it a personal hobby?

Tanizaki is actually a little afraid of this "big sister", but for some reason, his younger sister Naomi admires her so much, and he can only treat her with the respectful attitude he would treat his younger sister idol.

"Hey! Let's go~" Dazai sat next to Rimbaud and closed the car door, the car started smoothly and drove to the dock where the yacht was parked.

Rimbaud has participated in many similar banquets. Knowing that he was not the protagonist, he walked around the buffet table when he entered the hall, looking for a good place to pick up the plate and not intending to move again.While eating, suddenly there was a sound of "hum huh huh" sounding like a child losing his temper. Rimbaud remained motionless and took a piece of mousse topped with strawberries, cut it with a fork, and put it into his mouth.

The sound of "hum chi" really became louder, the young man with squinted eyes pouted his lips and the boss was not happy: "Huh heh heh!"

Rimbaud turned around and made a fool of himself with the fork, stretched out his index finger just to touch the tip of his nose and pushed upwards slightly: "Become a pig~"

"Wow--!"

The smart man was caught off guard, howling, humming and chirping, dodging and stretching out his hand to rub his nose--the stepmother really isn't a good-tempered person, huh ╯^╰!

He turned his back to the table and kneaded it for a while, then turned back and was pleasantly surprised to find that the strawberry mousse he had been staring at for a long time appeared on the plate intact.The childish young man picked up the plate, and saw the long-haired woman not far away slowly put the tongs stained with butter back on the dining table...

Try not to hate her~ For Mousse's sake, even if this woman is fierce, anyway, she is willing to share delicious snacks with others, so she probably isn't a bad person, hehe.

The dinner party went on for a while, and Fukuzawa Yukichi, the president of the Armed Detective Agency, appeared at the venue. Rimbaud noticed it early and quickly boarded the deck to avoid him, just bumping into Osamu Dazai who was watching from the railing.

The young man changed into a rather formal black suit, and he looked too thin.Seeing Rimbaud walk up to the deck, the black-haired young man smiled and waved at her, and the long-haired woman raised her wine glass as a response: "I'll go back and have something to eat later. There are crabs you like."

He froze for a moment, and after repeated comparisons in his mind, he chose a way of expression that was relatively suitable for the current atmosphere: a concrete question mark almost appeared on the fluffy head, with an innocent and cute expression.

Rimbaud took out his mobile phone and opened it. He found a folder marked with the name "Living Treasure" and opened it for him to see.

"Here."

It was a video record of a frail boy with fluffy hair from childhood to adulthood.At the beginning, he was wearing a black suit and a black long coat that didn’t fit well, with one eye wrapped in a bandage, and he was looking at the camera shoulder to shoulder with the young man with red hair beside him; gradually the boy got taller and taller, and the long coat gradually became Appropriate, the bandages were also removed to reveal the intact kite-colored eyes wrapped under them; after that, there were various group photos, and the backgrounds were without exception some very spiritually polluting paintings. Picking out any one can make children They were terrified and howled.

——In the art exhibition of emerging artists of the Devil Hell School, visitors must sign a life and death certificate before entering the venue to appreciate the works!

Dazai's fingers rested on the last photo. The background was a rather warm book cover. What caught his attention was the name gilded on the spine of the book——Written by Oda Sakunosuke, Dazai Osamu.Illustrated.

The cover depicts a lady in colorless clothes pulling her "son" to dance at the prom. The facial features are not clear but the happy emotions are well expressed.

"So that's the case, no wonder, I understand." He stared at the cover picture for a long time, and rubbed his fingers repeatedly on the phone screen, as if he could really touch the book through the barriers of time and space.Rimbaud took out a book from the subspace and stuffed it into his hand: "It's yours now, Osamu Dazai is a good boy, he can be rewarded."

The black-haired young man opened his eyes wide and looked at her for a long time as if he had discovered some miracle. Finally, he blinked and smiled, a kind of heartfelt smile that was quite rare for him: "Thank you, not only This gift..." and the affirmation of "can be rewarded" from the "mother" - the hairy boy in the depths of the swamp and the poisonous trap also cracked his mouth and smiled.

So on the deck, one person leaning on the railing looked into the distance to two people looking at Yokohama under the sunset together.Dazai returned the phone to Rimbaud, and patiently chatted with her in the sea breeze.As long as he was willing, there was no woman he couldn't coax, and he would naturally make Miss Rimbaud flinch.

It's not that he suddenly has the moral to stop flirting with his elder sister, but that no matter how he flirts with his elder sister, he always looks at him with the kind of doting eyes of "a stupid son who can't be seen by an old mother". To be passed by with a smile by her is really the type that can't be teased no matter what.

Forget it, no son who is full eats and holds on to tease his wife, I'm afraid he wants to be beaten!

After a while, there was the sound of footsteps on the stairs, and Atsushi Nakajima's signature bangs slowly emerged from below.When he stepped out of the stairwell, the two people standing on the edge of the deck shook their hands at him together, and the boy ran over with a very well-behaved "da da da" and looked at Rimbaud first: "Hello!" Then he shouted "Mr. Dazai!"

"good!"

Rimbaud likes little tigers, especially when he can fully grasp the supernatural powers and retain his physicality. Is there anything more worthy of praise than a big cat pillow in winter?No!

The white-haired boy blushed, Rimbaud raised his hand and stroked the tiger cat: "I'll go down to eat, you chat." He raised his wine glass and left here.

Regarding what Nakajima boy and Dazai said on the deck, Rimbaud didn't care the slightest bit, reappeared at the dining table without eating anything, changed to a pre-mixed cocktail, and planned to find another quiet place to hide.

However, this time she was blocked by President Fukuzawa who had been waiting for a long time. The serious president must personally thank the lady who helped her a lot.

The tall man in a formal kimono bent down and bowed sincerely, while the long-haired woman pinched the end of her hair, raised her eyebrows and laughed with a "puchi": "Didn't Luanbu have any trouble with you? You don't need to thank me, I wasn't either." for you."

"But you did reach out, and whatever the stance, I saw action and results."

Except for a little redness behind his ears, President Fukuzawa felt that he had acted sufficiently public and private without any flaws. In fact, in the eyes of the onlookers who were eating melons, he was almost as embarrassed as he was.