I'm such a big son

Halfway through winter in the ever-decreasing temperatures and humid houses, Yokohama finally started to snow.

Although there is only a shallow layer on the ground, it still prevents Rimbaud from yearning for the outdoors.

In the previous month, she had received two lucrative jobs in a row, and then she could hide in a warm tree hole like a bear and sleep through the cold winter. However, the woman did not wrap a scarf and keep watch as Akutagawa imagined. The stove shivered.

Miss Rimbaud would leave the house regularly every day, and would return at a fixed time. Apart from the fatigue caused by the cold, there was also a trace of imperceptible disappointment on her expressionless face.

She...why was she disappointed?

Or... who, let her down?

The little animal hiding in the corner is very curious about the owner's behavior, but his face remains taciturn and fierce-eyed as always, and he refuses to give up, just like he refuses to give up his coat and jump into the bathtub to take a bath.

Rimbaud would not be kind and persuasive or patiently coaxed. In such a situation, Akutagawa would be carried by her hand and directly stuffed into the bathtub filled with hot water and bath balls, as if he would wash his clothes along the way. It's over - you kid will wear wet clothes to sleep if you have the ability, the medical expenses will accumulate, when will you pay off the debt and when will you regain your freedom.

Of course Ryunosuke Akutagawa couldn't afford it, even if he sold him, so two or three times the young boy finally learned the philosophy of life that "people have to bow their heads under the roof"...

Yin secretly gave Miss Rimbaud a thumbs-up—since my brother awakened his superpowers, taking a bath is harder than washing a cat.Without clothes means losing the protection of supernatural powers. The stubborn boy would never show his soft appearance in front of others. This was the first time someone forced his head made of pure iron down.

After taking a bath is the "happy" "parent-child" teaching time...

"Les Fleursduma."

"No, no, that's not how it was written..."

It gets dark early in winter, and as soon as it gets dark, Rimbaud will stay in the house.

Being idle is also idle, and the old books that have turned yellow in her box came in handy.

Neither Akutagawa Ryunosuke nor Gin had ever received even an hour of formal schooling a day.Life taught them how to figure it out, but it didn't teach them how to be more human.

Rimbaud opened the old book and pointed to the top line of writing for the two of them to trace. Only after tracing did he tell the meaning of this string of letters - "Flower of Evil".

This kind of overly impressionistic collection of poems is obviously not suitable for enlightening children, but Rimbaud doesn't care, and the Akutagawa brothers and sisters don't pay attention to it, so they continue stumbling like this.

You can learn to write without money, and you can speak two languages. Whoever refuses such a good thing is a fool!

... This is the preciousness that only children in the slums understand.Food, clothing, water, these are just the necessities of survival, but those printed on flat paper can set the soul free.

The fine snowflakes melted into the soil before accumulating into clumps. The low temperature at night re-freezes them, thickens them, and gradually becomes a dirty and hard ice shell; when the sun shines after dawn, the ice shell melts into a pool of mud. In the second half of the winter, I struggled to spring day by day in this awkward environment.

The eye-catching two-story building next to the ruins will be lit up with a warm orange light at night. The smell of food and the foreign language that comes out from time to time are incompatible with this barren neighborhood.

It's not that no one has hit the idea here.

A young woman, two wandering orphans, no matter force or deceit, it seems that they can easily achieve the desired result.Until the men who came to "visit" one after another were stripped naked by the head of the family and thrown out, gradually, no one cared about this house anymore.

There is always a weaker person who is better to bully, so there is no need to provoke this cold and fierce tall woman.

Of course, there are also those who are stronger, or those who are confident beyond the charts and refuse to give up.

These artificial people are not low-level materials, what they are looking at is the strength of the house owner-a woman who can gain a firm foothold on Leibo Street, no matter how you think about it, she is very worth recruiting.

The stupid ones came to the door with outdated ideas and hummed and gesticulated. Their fate was the same as that of the previous gentlemen. Even their underwear was taken away and kept as money for their lives, and their buttocks were walked out of the door throw it out.There are also some smarter ones who set their sights on the Akutagawa brothers and sisters.

Children, after all, are better at cheating.The younger girl can't see anything yet, but the older boy is worth cultivating, and he can also get a mature master by the way, which is not a loss.

--"What's this?"

Miss Rimbaud picked up a blue plastic wristband from the living room table and put it in front of her eyes for a closer look.

"Adornment? The material is a bit bad."

There was the sound of washing from the kitchen sink, and Ryunosuke Akutagawa was wearing an apron with a straight face. Rather than saying that he was making dinner, his expression seemed more like a debt collector: "No, it's a man named 'Yang' Invitation from the organization."

"……sheep?"

It's a familiar name again, a youth defense organization that was active in Leibo Street.

"You want to go, or you don't want to."

Rimbaud didn't think there was anything worth caring about in such a small organization, but it didn't matter to her if the brat wanted to play.

Get to know more new friends, encounter more betrayals, and learn to avoid the blade from "relatives and friends" after more experiences.

There are many similar organizations that survive on Leibo Street, each with its own name. "Sheep" only attracts attention because of the low age of its members. As for the others... At least for her, No interest at all.

"I'm not interested in wasting time with a bunch of rabble."

Ryunosuke put the hot vegetables on the table with a sullen face.

The three people in the room don't like these lush green plants, but the human body needs them, so green vegetables, like milk, become something that is hated but still has to supervise each other to swallow.

The stewed meat makes a cheerful sound of "gurgling" in the pot, and the unique aroma of meat makes people feel happy.Rimbaud has always been a person who will never treat his stomach badly no matter what he wears. Even if there are two more children in the family, he has never stopped eating meat. If he has no money, he will go out to pick up the mission. How can there be so many criminal organizations in Yokohama? Is her dining table ready?

"Silver! Come down to eat!"

Ryunosuke took off his apron and threw it into the sink. The girl upstairs who was in charge of tidying up the room and cleaning the floor responded crisply, and ran down with a "dong dong dong": "Miss Rimbaud, I'll iron your shirt for you."

"Well……"

The long-haired woman was unmoved, her eyes flicked across the tableware on the table and stopped on the blue plastic bracelet again.

"Take care of your own little friend, come to me if you have any trouble, and I will give you a [-]% discount."

This is really a jump price.

The bracelet was flicked across the table by slender fingers and landed in front of Ryunosuke. The boy grabbed it and stuffed it into his pocket: "Got it."

In fact, the few companions who survived in the past were a little moved.The strength of a few people is always weak, and integrating into the organization will save a lot of effort than struggling to survive in isolation before.

They are not as lucky as the Akutagawa brothers and sisters who are half-hired and half-adopted. Rimbaud is not a kind-hearted old man with bad intentions and nowhere to use him. He also pays attention to the wild children Ryunosuke met outside.

Once there is a gap, the boat of friendship will lose the basis of helping each other in the same boat. For Ryunosuke Akutagawa, he only cares about whether the agreement is completed. Once it is completed, it is not unacceptable for the partners to break up.

——Hasn't he seen enough about human nature?

Rimbaud saw that he had left this matter behind when he had an idea, and then ignored it. A small organization of minors was not worth her making a big fuss.

Dinner began in silence.

Yin was a little young, so it was inevitable that he would scratch his fork on the plate and make noise, while the other two turned a deaf ear and concentrated on their own food.The little girl was embarrassed for a while, then secretly rolled her eyes to look at Rimbaud's movements and followed suit.

"Sit up straight and hold your head up."

The woman's voice was murmuring, as if she had really caught a cold.Yin was taken aback by the sudden words, and the tableware in his hand hit the plate with a clang, and his face immediately turned red as if he could bleed.

Rimbaud played with the fork lazily and turned it around in his hand to show her: "There is no shame in not having mastered a certain skill. Don't bend your back. A bent back is a shame."

"Yes!"

The little girl picked up the fork again and moved it awkwardly. Although the movements could not be called graceful and skillful, at least they gradually stopped making harsh noises.

Rimbaud felt that he was almost full, so he put down the tableware, waited for a while for the two children to swallow everything in their mouths, and then opened his mouth to speak: "I talked about a job, the kind that is fixed for a long time."

"Because of this, I will move out of here after the winter. I will give you a period of time to collect memories and important items. If things go well, you may not have a chance to come to this place again."

Yin nodded silently, making up her mind to follow Miss Rimbaud wherever she went. She really needs someone to take care of her!

——I can’t cook, I can’t do laundry, and I can’t even tidy up my room. Except for the untouchable box and the potted green plants, even my mobile phone is left randomly, and I often have to rummage around the room Look, I can't rest assured that no one is following behind and staring at me.

Ryunosuke looked up at the woman, he thought more than his sister.

"What do you do... a killer, right!"

"Well, cleaner, barely making a living from this craft."

Rimbaud didn't see at all a problem discussing this with a young child.

She was a little dazed, and moved her hand while holding the hot tea: "So?"

"Please tell me what to do!"

The young boy showed a determined and stubborn look in his eyes: "I want to know."

It is "want", not "want".

"You can hire me."

Rimbaud carefully approached the teacup that would definitely make people cry and took a sip, and sighed comfortably: "I don't mind the identity of the customer."

"Who are you going to kill?"

"I don't want to seek revenge with others, I want to become stronger. Among the people I have seen so far, you are undoubtedly the strongest. Please teach me!"

He pushed away the chair, got up and bowed, his upper body and the table were in a standard parallel line.

"Da, da, da, da, da..."

It was the sound of Rimbaud tapping his knuckles slowly on the wooden table.

"Do not."

The woman finally rejected him: "Being strong because of livelihood is not really strong. You can't get what you want from me."