I'm such a big son

"Drink some water, and when it's dawn we'll leave for Frankfurt, from where we'll catch a plane back to Yokohama."

Rimbaud handed the water to Chuya and Dazai, and the two teenagers understood why she only prepared water, bread and lettuce leaves in Milan, not even an apple.

Fortunately, she wasn't prepared, and Zhong Yuanzhong also felt that he didn't want to see anything with a little bit of red in it for at least two or three days.

"This kind of place...why does this kind of place still exist!"

The orange-haired boy rubbed the back of his head angrily: "I really wish I could grind it into powder."

Rimbaud stopped drinking the water halfway and snorted: "Because human beings are forgetful creatures, this place is specially reserved to warn the world."

"In the face of the Aussing concentration camp, any giving up of life for reasons other than death is nothing but moaning, and it is purely worthy of beating."

She stopped discussing this topic, and silently broke the bread and put the lettuce leaves into her stomach, and swallowed it into her stomach. When the sky in the distance turned into a magnificent purple, she stood up with the help of the tree trunk: "Go, if you stay here, you will have to eat!" Going into the rainy season, that's really bad."

Traveling westward from Poland, you will reach Germany through the border hidden in forests and mountains.Usually people find it interesting when they pass by this kind of sign, but Rimbaud stepped on it as if he didn't see it with a look of habit.

She walked ahead, went around and somehow found a remote town, asked the only doctor in the town to correct the misaligned ankle for Dazai Osamu, and exchanged a lot of dry cheese and pickled cucumber.

The simple town residents originally wanted to give her sausages, but unfortunately no one had the appetite, so they declined the offer in the end.

Four days later, at the Frankfurt International Airport, three assistants in black suits carrying suitcases finally waited until they went out, as if they were thrown away. Seeing that the two teenagers following her had lost weight by coincidence, I couldn't help but feel a lot of emotion in my heart—— —

Mr. Lantang, you are really strict!

"Ah... I'm exhausted... I want to take a vacation..."

Rimbaud thoughtfully took over the boarding pass, and left all the luggage and so on to the assistants. She always threw the really important things in the subspace and carried them with her.

Zhongyuan Zhong is also okay, he is not a person who thinks too much.After the initial shock and loss of control were suppressed, rationality gradually took over, and now he is basically like a normal person; Dazai Osamu shrank a lot, and he was not fat at first, but now he seems to be able to use his shape Pinguli to describe.

Considering how unpalatable the plane meal was, Rimbaud showed mercy and decided to use the waiting time to take him to find out if there was anything he wanted to eat near the airport.You have to stay on the plane for more than 20 hours, but don't miss the advanced ICU in Yokohama.

The three of them turned around and found nothing but fried chicken, bread, and coffee shop. The pasta was not bad, but the colleague Zhong also said that he wanted to vomit when he saw tomato sauce...

"Then what to do, can you try the creamy vegetable soup? It's hot anyway, I saw a shop around the corner that serves this."

She carried Dazai almost all the way into the shop and put it in the booth by the window. She stood in front of the bar with her back to the door and studied the ingredients carefully, with passengers constantly walking in and out around her.Soon Rimbaud came back with a plate, and each of the two teenagers had a soup in front of them, as well as a truffle noodle with no truffles.

This vegetable soup does not have any color schemes that are easy to associate with, and it is full of warm steam, which is especially considerate in the gradually bleak and cold autumn.

Zhong also sniffed, picked up the spoon and carefully poked the dinner plate, uncovering the top layer of cream, and the aroma of the food burst out.

"Is it tasty?"

Rimbaud felt relieved when he saw him sinking his head into eating seriously. Little brat, it's probably not a big deal if you can fill your stomach with food, and it's only a problem if you can't eat.

There was something in his mouth and he couldn't speak no matter what, Chuya nodded "hmmmm" as an answer, and elbowed Osamu Dazai who was holding a spoon and stirring up randomly but didn't want to put it in his mouth.

"Can't eat?"

Rimbaud took out a nun's puff from the packed paper bag and handed it to him. There were two puffs, one big and one small, stacked together. They were round, chubby and naive, with sweet and delicious mayonnaise wrapped under the pale yellow skin. I want to bite after seeing it.

The black-haired boy lowered his head and shook his head, scooped up a spoonful of vegetables and stuffed them into his mouth, forcing himself to swallow.Although it was as uncomfortable as chewing wood, at least it seemed a little bit of struggling to survive.

That's good, that's enough.

Rimbaud stuffed the two cubs round and patiently watched them rest until the announcement to remind them to board the plane sounded.

"Go, go home."

She walked ahead and pushed open the heavy glass door, looking back at Chuya and Dazai behind.At this time, a customer came in with a young girl in his arms. Rimbaud stepped aside, looked up and saw the customer's face, and his expression immediately became blank.

"..."

The person holding the girl is no longer young, and the one holding in his arms is probably his daughter. Both father and daughter have a pair of blue eyes like the sea.

Rimbaud lowered his head, and when the two teenagers walked out, he let go of the handle as if he had been burned.She went outside, looked back at the father and daughter, took out a cigarette from her pocket and lit it.

Osamu Dazai also looked back at the middle-aged man who passed by just now, stared at the expression of the long-haired woman hiding behind the smoke in a daze, spit out the words about to make trouble, and swallowed them again.

"I want to eat ice cream..."

He made a soft request in a coquettish tone, and Miss Lan Bo lowered her head and said "yes": "I will eat it in Yokohama, before I get on the plane."

Zhong also found the striking similarity between that man and Rimbaud, blinked his eyes and opened his mouth, and finally squeezed out a strange cough from the depths of his throat, and then kept his mouth tightly shut all the way.

A group of people reunited again and boarded the plane. Rimbaud wrapped himself in a blanket and fell asleep as soon as he fell asleep.

It didn't take long for the plane to enter the stable stratosphere. The two teenagers traveling through the clouds quickly got bored with the scenery. Without other peers, they could only reluctantly get together to play games.

Although Dazai is equally infuriating as an opponent or as a teammate, at least he still remembers not to "play" too much in the same position.Chuya still doesn't like this guy, but he was able to get along with him quietly in the same space for more than an hour without fighting - what a huge improvement Chuya-kun!

There are times when games are too much to play.

If he doesn't resort to cheating and cheating, Dazai's level is... the prediction is very accurate, but the body's response and fine manipulation are still at the level of normal humans after all, and he is a very good support teammate.However, every support has a heart for output... So, Zhong also threw away the PSP after being tired of saving his teammates in various fancy ways, twisted over with the blanket in his arms, and pointed his back at this tumor of the team, not wanting to see him again up.

If it wasn't for Rimbaud sitting outside, I couldn't help but want a real person to beat this guy up!

He closed his eyes and fell into sleep slowly, when suddenly a ball of paper hit him lightly on the back of his head, the orange-haired boy was so angry that he took off the ball of paper sticking to his body and opened it. The first sentence above was:

fell asleep

Baa your sister!

Ah... no!You can't say that, or Ryunosuke might explode.

Zhong also secretly planned to use supernatural powers to crush the ball of paper, but the words written below made him unable to sleep at all.

I knew you weren't asleep!

You saw the uncle at the snack bar just now!

He is related by blood to his elder sister.

Zhong also thought about it and decided not to touch Rimbaud's minefield lightly.Europeans, don't they all look alike?That person is holding another child in his arms, even if they are related by blood, the relationship shouldn't be that big!

It must be so!Even if Rimbaud had said that her father had run away from home long ago and disappeared without knowing his whereabouts, it would have been so easy to bump into her head-on in the worst situation in the vast crowd!Impossible, this kind of luck is too bad, it's almost like one order every day for a month and eleven consecutive draws are all R cards.

Another ball of paper was thrown at him, and without waiting for it to fall on him, he grabbed it as if he had eyes on his back and unfolded it in front of him:

I stole the hair of those two people, you are in charge of the big sister's hair, take it back to Yokohama for testing.

Maybe it's the legendary "grandfather", aren't you curious?

Curious... must be curious, it is impossible not to be curious.But...is this really good?

The third ball of paper flew across the sky:

Isn't the "sheep" a hundredfold revenge?Ah~ I guess you can't do it!

Who can't do it!If that guy was really Rimbaud's father, he would have to beat him up and make him cry and apologize!

He crushed three balls of paper with his supernatural ability, turned his head and gave Osamu Dazai a hard look, and then turned back, covering his head with a blanket to truly express the meaning of "I don't want to talk to you".

The black-haired boy didn't take it seriously at all. He watched him form a ball, turned around and pulled a smirk at the other side and closed his eyes. Sure enough, when he was in a bad mood, he had to find someone unlucky to make him feel even worse. Okay, so I feel better~

As careful as he was, he had long noticed that Rimbaud's route was very subtle.She can always find small towns hidden in remote areas, but those farmers, lazy blacksmiths, or sleepy police officers lying on the table...the hidden temperament and wounds are not what ordinary people would have.

Under normal circumstances, if there are a few more strangers in an isolated town, they must be isolated and vigilant, but they get friendly and warm help wherever they go, not to mention others, just the country doctor who set his bones ...That kind of technique and efficiency is a skill that can only be honed on the battlefield.

Especially when Rimbaud pushed Chuya Zhongya out and proudly announced to everyone, "This is my heir", the surrounding eyes were only curious and blessed, which was completely unreasonable!

So, the slug has unknowingly received a precious gift.

These seemingly ordinary residents today are probably the former revolutionaries who escaped revenge and cleansing.

No matter how impassioned the past, life will always be flat.