I'm such a big son

"It's okay, logistics. It's nothing more than clearing the site, counting the warehouse, calculating wages and taxes, and typing these in the report to the BOSS. Nothing else."

The signal light turned from red to green, and he started the car to continue driving.What is obviously a boring job, in his description, it is just a bit more idle and comfortable.

You don't have to pick up a gun again to plunder your life, it's a good choice to do anything.

Osamu Dazai stretched his waist comfortably, turned his head to look at Nakahara Nakaya who was sitting behind him, who was about to roll under the seat in his sleep, and then looked away, seemingly unintentionally, and said, "Have you ever thought about changing jobs? Miss Rimbaud It’s impossible to be in logistics all the time. If one day you encounter an enemy that has to be dispatched by her, what will you do, Odasaku? If you don’t kill the opponent, you will die, no matter what you do, there is no way to continue writing novels.”

"Have you ever thought about changing to a job that can really get rid of the killing and help Miss Rimbaud?"

The car stopped downstairs in the apartment building, the red-haired young man froze for a moment, and suddenly realized: "Yes!"

Then he thought of something wrong: "But, if I resign, Miss Rimbaud will have no assistant. Dazai, you can see that you are not the type who can sit in the office honestly. In case the newcomer and Miss Rimbaud What to do if you can't get along, she will shoot him to death."

"Well...then you don't have to worry, Mr. Mori won't watch this happen."

There's going to be a newcomer coming to PortMafia in the near future, and the bald paperwork is perfect for him.Staying under Rimbaud's command, even a [-]-year-old boy can squeeze out oil, my dear friend, I am really considerate for you-at least Miss Rimbaud allows her subordinates to leave work on time and have holidays, and the salary is good , a safe and comfortable job for poor "ordinary" civil servants.

The premise is that the boss does not fish or strike.

Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha

Oda Sakunosuke didn't know what he was thinking in his heart. After stopping the car and turning off the engine, he nodded thoughtfully: "If I meet the right person, I will pay attention. You are right. I have already given Rimbaud Miss has caused a lot of trouble, and it will continue like this in the future...I'm afraid it won't work."

"Thank you, Dazai, thanks for reminding me in time."

He thanked him very sincerely, and when he was scratched by the grateful person, he let out a series of "hehehe" smirks.

"Mr. Zhongye? Wake up."

Oda Sakunosuke got out of the car and turned to Chuya Nakahara, who was sleeping in the dark, opened the door and opened the door. The jet-lag boy opened one eye in a daze, then opened the other, and sat in the back seat with blank eyes About 3 minutes, finally complete the entire boot process.

"Huh? Are you home?"

"Yes, it has arrived."

Zhong Ye looked outside, it was almost noon, but it was not a day off, and there were no pedestrians in front of the apartment building.

"Okay, I'm awake. You don't have to go to work today, do you?"

At this point, no one is cooking at home!

Oda Sakunosuke is very straightforward: "I can only cook curry rice, which is spicy."

"Whatever, whatever is spicy is spicy. Do you need to buy ingredients? I'll make a trip."

There is a large fresh food supermarket nearby, and there is a high probability that you can get eggs at a special price if you rush there at this time.Considering the problem of jet lag, Oda Sakunosuke nodded and replied: "Then I would trouble you to go there, this is the card left by Miss Rimbaud before."

"Okay, what do I want to buy?"

Nakahara took the card and yawned to wipe away the overflowing tears. Osamu Dazai ran to poke the elevator button. Oda Sakunosuke counted with him with his fingers: "Curry cubes, beef, onions, potatoes, carrots, anything else you want to eat Vegetables are optional. If you have suitable eggs, bring some, if you don’t have any, forget it.”

Butter and milk are available at home.

"By the way, Dazai, you go to help together, I'll go up and make miso soup first."

This is already the limit of Mr. Oda's culinary skills.

Osamu Dazai, who finally got to the elevator, was kicked out before he had time to lift his feet, and followed step by step with his head drooping.

Grocery shopping... this kind of thing... I have never done it in my life.

"Onions, potatoes, carrots...all together, let's go."

There are everything you want to buy in the light cart, and Zhongyuan Zhong also stands in line at the tail of the line very well.On the top of the basket are two boxes of eggs at special prices, earned by Osamu Dazai’s generous contribution of labor—there are always amiable middle-aged and elderly women who like a little boy like him so much that they are willing to give up some of the spoils.

As long as he thinks about it, there is nothing he can't find, what are the special eggs, huh.

After paying with Rimbaud's card, the two of them left here with plastic bags each.

Walking out of the supermarket, Osamu Dazai said that the taiyaki on the roadside looked delicious. As the boss, it was only natural for him to bring some small desserts home to feed his younger brothers and sisters.The very responsible orange-haired boy thought it was right, so he soon had another plastic bag in his hand. They continued to walk forward, and stopped again after a few steps.

This time it wasn't because of red bean stuffed taiyaki or other food, it was Chuya Nakahara's old acquaintance who blocked the way.

"Sheep" members.

"Zhongye, it's really you. I didn't dare to say hello when I saw you entering the supermarket just now. I didn't confirm until now. You were adopted. Are you that gentleman? You seem to be doing well now."

The pink-haired girl hugged the arm of another white-haired boy, her words full of envy.

Rimbaud was not an unscrupulous parent who abused his own cubs, and regular clothes would not be too extravagant, but at least it would allow the children in the family to go out to meet people in a decent manner.

The difference between domesticated and wild animals is vividly reflected at this time, especially when Zhongyuan Zhong is also holding a plastic bag full of food and standing next to a black-haired boy who seems to be a new friend.

"It's you... what a coincidence."

It is absolutely impossible not to get angry when people who are regarded as companions give up, or even "give away" as items.Although several years have passed, the feeling of aggrieved and frustrated in the chest was easily aroused by the appearance of these two people.It is not enough to do anything to ordinary people, but it does not intend to give them a good look.

He raised his foot and lightly kicked Dazai who was standing by the side of the road watching the show, "Let's go, don't be stupid like an idiot."

The person blocking the way did not intend to let him go easily.

"Are you still angry because of what happened back then? You can't blame us. Who knew that the person who adopted Akutagawa was so powerful. Besides, you are now adopted by him and live a good life. You should thank us for your success at that time. Isn't that the case. You are the strongest among us, of course you should contribute to protect everyone, and that's the way it should be."

"Okay, okay, we are willing to apologize, don't be angry."

The girl pursed her lips and came forward to grab Chuya's arm and shake it from side to side, trying to look cute.

Zhong Yuanzhong also avoided her indifferently: "I'm leaving, let's talk later when I have time."

After he finished speaking, he lifted his foot and walked straight away from the girl. The boy who was with her didn't intend to soften his attitude at all when he saw it. His face changed drastically, he gritted his teeth and even the veins on his neck burst out.

Nakaya took a few steps forward, and when he turned around and urged Dazai to keep up again, the boy couldn't help it: "Don't you want to know about the 'Araba spit'? We found something. If you want to If you know, go back to the stronghold in the past and find us!"

A hole was suddenly stamped out by the orange-haired boy on the flat ground. The girl looked at him with some fear, and hurried away with her companion.

"What, are you going?"

Dazai, who squatted aside and watched enough of the bustle, passed by calmly carrying a plastic bag: "So that's it, so it's Huangba who vomited... I haven't heard of it."

"Stay out of my business, you bastard."

Zhong also squinted at him, holding the bag in one hand and stuffing the other into his pocket: "I'll take care of my own private affairs. There's no need to take it out to bother Rimbaud."

"It's up to you, I'm not a talkative person."

Dazai said lightly, "Where are the hairs you picked up? How about handing them to Odasaku for testing without mentioning their names?"

Rimbaud was more interesting to him than the old news of cause and effect that he had known for a long time.

Zhong didn't talk to him again, and walked back to the apartment in silence.

……

On the other side, Rimbaud got off the Shinkansen and changed to a bus, and finally arrived at Binsheng before the sun rose above his head.Surrounded by greenery, the town is quite peaceful and pleasant...

Dust comparable to car exhaust flew by, and the wind blew her long hair, and Rimbaud blinked in the face of the dilemma——

Forget it, when she didn't say anything.

A boy wearing only a pair of underwear was rushing into the distance with smoke billowing all the way. Rimbaud still remembered the photo of "Future Reliable Pengelie Judai" that Iemitsu Sawada showed her...

Can't tell that in a reserved country like Japan, there are people who are so unrestrained, and the power of blood is so strong...?

Hmm... pink blue with polka dots, it seems that Pengo Lie plans to take a playful route in the future.It is indeed a cute point that attracts popularity. You can consider asking Mr. Mori to learn and give PortMafia some cute and sweet elements.

No, the uncle doesn't have to risk being caught by the military and police to imitate young people, he can start from other aspects.

She made up a lot of brainstorming, and finally decided to solve the problem of where to stay first-it's just a temporary residence and a short-lived residence, it doesn't matter if it's not a bridge hole.

After finally finding the house through an intermediary, she glanced at the name plate of the neighbor's house - Sawada when she took the key.

Very good, it seems to save a lot of effort.

So on a sunny autumn afternoon, the door of Mrs. Sawada's house was knocked open.

The person who came was a feminine man in black with long hair, his slightly melancholy bright brown eyes were focused and serious, as if the scenery of the whole world could not compare with the person deeply imprinted in his pupils at this moment, this self-contained The affectionate and soft eyes almost melted her heart.

"Hello, how can I help you?"

Sawada Nana forgot the kitchen knife in her hand and the lunch in the kitchen. She felt that no one could refuse this look, regardless of gender.

"Bonjour, ma'am, my name is Rimbaud. Mr. Sawada hired me to teach Mr. Sawada French. Please take care of me."

"You are more charming than the autumn sun at this moment."

He stretched out his hand, his fingers were slender and knuckles well-proportioned, and the fingertips were slightly tinged with healthy pink.Sawada Nana subconsciously switched the kitchen knife to her left hand and gave him her right hand.

The new French teacher bent down slightly and raised his hand. He only kissed the back of his hand but still kept a polite distance. He did not bring any misunderstandings that might make women feel awkward and embarrassing.

"Mom, are you okay? Who is outside...!"

Sawada Tsunayoshi, who was already dressed, hadn't seen his mother come back for a long time. Out of concern, he asked and came out to help.

However, his legs stopped automatically after seeing the exceptionally harmonious scene outside the entrance, and the boy turned his head in a daze to look at the mirror hanging not far away——his hair is not green, the same goes for the old man's hair Not green either, right?