Started with a green hat for Verlaine

Before Arthur Rimbaud returns, Osamu Dazai is wreaking havoc on the apartment's kitchen.

Ma Shengqiu also stood at the door in fear, smelling the fishy smell, "How about...let me prepare dinner."

The western habit is an open kitchen, but Ma Shengqiu doesn't like it either. The rented apartment has a separate kitchen room, complete with oil, salt, sauce and vinegar, and a large refrigerator with double doors and a wine cabinet in the corner.

Osamu Dazai read several French magazines, suddenly became interested in French cuisine, and tried to make several dishes that were "dark cuisine" for Japanese.Probably because of the pocket money, Osamu Dazai fiddled with his mobile phone for a while, and then someone delivered the ingredients to the door, which surprised Aso Qiu who was alert when he heard the knock on the door.

Ma Shengqiu is also an open-minded parent. He supports his children in cooking, at most, by preparing stomach medicine in advance.

——Oh, it’s for Aji.

Lucy felt nauseous when she saw the introduction in the magazine, and looked at the back of the boy busy in the kitchen with depression.

She cursed: This man will definitely not have a wife in the future!

"Mr. Qiuya..." She said in an anxious tone, "I may not be able to eat it."

Ma Shengqiu also comforted: "Give him some face first, and satisfy his hobby of cooking. I will still have dinner."

After spoiling the good white wine and foie gras, Osamu Dazai's high voice said in the kitchen: "The first course is sheep's trotters and hazelnut rolls, a special dish of Marseilles in France. It usually needs to be stewed for several hours. So much time, save time directly, and use the method I invented to stew it soft."

Aso Qiuya: "..."

He felt that some chemical reaction must have been going on in the kitchen utensils.

"The second dish is the bone bag. It is said that any bone can be put into the pork belly and stewed." Osamu Dazai happily stuffed the cleaned pork belly. The raw materials of those bones seemed to be a mystery.

Lucy held her stomach.

Even as a kid in an orphanage, Lucy didn't eat offal.

Aso Shengqiu is also okay, it can support the description of these ingredients, as long as the internal organs are delicious, there is no problem.

It’s not a big deal, after Osamu Dazai prepared dessert, he chopped open the hard baguette with a kitchen knife, “Dessert is too troublesome, let’s replace it with bread, and then spread the blue cheese with a long history in France.”

Lucy's complexion improved a bit. Bread and cheese are a normal combination.

But the next moment, the two people at the door smelled a musty smell, and the blue cheese had moldy green spots.

Lucy exclaimed, "Is this edible?"

Aso Qiu also brought up the packaging bags of the ingredients to see if the company was legitimate: "It should be the 'freshest' ingredients, and there are always various ways to make cheese..."

Osamu Dazai said regretfully: "It's a pity that I didn't order 'Casumarzu' in Italy."

Ma Shengqiu was also indifferent: "I don't think you can eat it."

Dazai looked disappointed.

Shu also knew about live maggot rotten cheese in Italy.

"Don't think I don't understand. I often cook Western food, and I have much more experience in cooking than you." Ma Shengqiu also walked into the kitchen and cleaned up some kitchen waste, "Bring your teeth-acheing bread and weird Put the cheese aside, today's staple food has not been resolved, I will do it myself."

Aso Akiya cooks with a focused attitude and is much more careful than usual, letting Osamu Dazai's two pots of cooking stew beside him, emitting an indescribable smell.He skillfully prepared dinner for four people, ignoring Dazai Osamu's words "wear an apron, Shuya", and be careful not to get oily.

After turning off the fire, Akira Aso said to Osamu Dazai who was stirring and grunting beside him.

"Be good tonight."

"Oh?"

Osamu Dazai looked back at him, and then turned to take care of his French cuisine.

Osamu Dazai's excitement came and went quickly, and he lazily said: "I have a hunch, after eating my food, you and Mr. Lan Tang don't have to worry about anything, and you can sleep well at night."

Ma Shengqiu also poked the soft flesh of Azhi's cheek with his washed and water-stained fingers.

"I'll teach you the correct technique of cooking next time."

So soft!

As expected of a 15-year-old baby fat!

Aso, who was looked down upon by the children, picked up the plate and went out to set the table. Lucy, who was like a girl next door, hurried to help and took on the responsibility that belonged to Chuya at home in the past.

Ma Shengqiu also thanked her for her help and stuffed her with a pre-meal lemon drop as an appetizer.

Lucy was no longer timid and asked, "Will Mr. Lantang come to dinner?"

Ma Shengqiu also guessed: "I will."

While talking, Ma Shengqiu also sent a message to Lantang to inquire. By the way, he took a picture of his own and Dazai Osamu's dishes on the table, and sent them to Ranpo and Chuya respectively, and asked them to guess which ones were Aji's works. .

With two ding dongs, Ranpo in Japan and Zhong in the United States replied with the correct answer.

——Those two strange dishes were definitely not made by Shuya!

It seems that his cooking skills are deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.

Aso Qiuya's smile flickered away, and he was still worried about the meeting at night, like a fraudster waiting for judgment. No one knew whether he would be forgiven or hated by the plaintiff.

Osamu Dazai saw that he was absent-minded, and regained his composure, sitting on the chair and waiting like a bystander.

Ten minutes later, Arthur Rimbaud was back.

The food was a bit cold.

Fortunately, there is a cover for the plate.

Arthur Rimbaud arrived at the apartment in time for dinner at home, opened the door with a key, and took off the face mask when he entered the door. He smelled the smell of dinner in the air and said, "I'm not late."

As soon as he finished speaking, the dazed brown-haired boy at the dining table and the dark-haired man with wandering eyes looked at him together.

Arthur Rimbaud was taken aback, thinking he was late.

Only Lucy was more normal. She went to help Arthur Rimbaud open the chair, and then sat back in her seat, completely forgetting her identities as a guest of Aso Akiya's house and half of the bodyguard.

She felt that the only role she could play was as a maid.

Osamu Dazai said the same thing about her.

Arthur Rimbaud said "Thank you" and didn't sit down, but walked quickly towards the sink, intending to wash his face and remove the cosmetics that would damage the skin.When he reappeared, he had already joined the family dinner, the gloves disappeared, and the elegant wedding ring on the ring finger matched Qiuya's.

Aso Qiuya's heartbeat accelerated a few beats unbelievably, and he had great delusions.

Did Lan Tang forgive himself?

Lan Tang went to Baudelaire and learned the truth, and he was not angry at all, and didn't care about his deception?

Is the world so beautiful today? ? ?

"Qiuya, it's a good thing you prepared dinner for me. I can't fill my stomach with the cake I ate at the teacher's place." Arthur Rimbaud didn't know what his lover was thinking, and pointed his fork at a dish he hadn't seen before. , Out of trust in Qiu Ye's cooking skills, he asked curiously, "What kind of dish is this?"

Ma Shengqiu also returned to reality, and subconsciously said, "The dishes cooked by Azhi."

Arthur Rimbaud's fork stayed in mid-air, neither to pick it up nor to eat it.

The atmosphere was awkward for a while.

Osamu Dazai looked at him with expectant eyes.

Arthur Rimbaud hesitated: "Zhijun's cooking skills..."

If it was Lan Tang at this time, he probably agreed against his will, but Arthur Rimbaud did not intend to abuse his taste buds, so he calmly suppressed his soft heart, "I prefer Qiuya's dishes, sorry."

Seeing this, Ma Shengqiu said happily, "I'll give Lan Tang a taste."

Osamu Dazai looked sideways.

Aso also took an unused fork and dipped it in some soup... Yes, he didn't dare to eat the vegetables directly. Eating soup was the limit of his trust in Osamu Dazai's cooking skills.

Not one more point.

Aso Qiuya: "Ugh!"

Osamu Dazai finally smiled happily: "Akiya, don't spit it out! This is my intention!"

The unbelievable fishy smell impacted Aso Akiya's taste buds, making his sanity crazy for a second, he shouldn't believe that Osamu Dazai can make the internal organs taste normal!

"Guess what bone soup I put in the bone bag?"

Osamu Dazai aggravated Aso's nausea with harsh words.

Arthur Rimbaud ignored the meal, removed the dish on the table, and gave Qiu Ye a glass of water: "Wash your mouth, don't pay too much attention, this guy is in need."

Ma Shengqiu also looked at the gentle Arthur Rimbaud, his heart was empty, something was wrong, no matter how good-tempered the other party was, it was impossible for him to treat people who lied to him as normal, the biggest possibility was that the truth had not been exposed yet.

He drank the water he was going to rinse his mouth in a bad mood.

The taste of the soup is also not important.

His mind floated to the distance, split into two halves, one half stayed at home to accompany Arthur Rimbaud for dinner, and the other half looked at the happy family in a state of confusion.If there is no trace of impurity in this happiness, it is presented in the eyes of the world cleanly, and if he is blessed by everyone, he is willing to abandon everything he does in Japan and settle in France. How can a Japanese identity compare with yours? The future of growing old together.

After the meal, the two adults went out to digest food, and the housework was handed over to the two children.

Osamu Dazai looked at the untouched dishes on the table, not interested in tasting them himself, cut open the pork belly with a fork and knife, made a mess, and said, "Akiya is like this dish."

Lucy, who was about to clear the table, was puzzled: "What are you talking about?"

Osamu Dazai raised half of his face, his face was clear and indifferent, reminding Lucy of Mr. Shuya who was out for a walk.Mr. Shuya and Osamu Dazai are similar in appearance, and they also do not have the rich and gaudy beauty of Europeans, but they attract people's eyes. You have to study deeply... It seems that Mr. Shuya is better than Osamu Dazai, who has not grown to the peak, in the point of looking back inadvertently Look, there are many things in the eyes of an adult, which cannot be possessed by an empty teenager.

Dazai Osamu said playfully: "Shuya's expression just now was really funny, as if he got everything."

Corresponding to it is the loss after Qiu Ye.

No success yet.

Qiu Ye, who deceived Mr. Lantang, is accepting the inner condemnation of human beings all the time. This is human beings. Human beings who have not lost their conscience always live in more pain than those who have no heart.

"Lucy, what are you looking at?" Suddenly, Osamu Dazai became alert.

"Ah!" Lucy woke up from the beauty and charm of "Brother Flower", cold sweat broke out on her back, she actually thought that this little devil would be as popular as Mr. Qiuya in the future.

"Do you think I'm good-looking?" Osamu Dazai smiled, touching his face, so contrived that Lucy's scalp would tingle, "Just say it directly, I know I'm good-looking, just looking at Qiuya's appearance You know, I will be a handsome man who will receive countless confessions."

Lucy despised his narcissism, but said frankly: "You look good. If you learn Mr. Qiuya's gentleness and have a literary talent comparable to Mr. Qiuya, I will admit that you are really good."

"otherwise--"

"You're just a demon in human skin."

"Human beings will not be attracted by fear, only beauty will make people yearn for it!"

Such words could not be said before Lucy came to France, or she had hazy thoughts but lacked the mind to express them.When Aso Qiu was training Osamu Dazai, he also subtly influenced Lucy, allowing Lucy to see a wider world, and the shock she received was no less than the first time she walked out of the orphanage.

Osamu Dazai rested his chin: "You're pretty good at talking, have you finished your homework?"

Lucy: "..."

Cried.

Why remind her of such a cruel thing!

A 12-word French travel essay is too difficult for a [-]-year-old girl who has never gone to school.

In the commercial streets of France, there are many couples shopping together beside fountains and street lamps. Akiya Aso and Arthur Rimbaud passed by a jewelry store. They took a closer look and found that it was the brand that Akiya Aso ordered wedding rings for them.

"Lantang, look at that store—" Aso Shengqiu was also pleasantly surprised.

Arthur Rimbaud didn't seem to notice, and continued to walk forward, pulling Qiu also into the fancy clothing store.

Aso Akiya: Well, my wife wants to buy clothes.

Akira Aso also chose clothes for Arthur Rimbaud, dressing up the Frenchman who has sealed his appearance.

Beauty is in the bone, not in the skin.

When Arthur Rimbaud was trying on clothes, his posture was that of a real beauty, with a tall figure and tough lines from shoulders to waist and legs, setting off the brightly lit Paris outside the store as the background for trying on.

Ma Shengqiu also had love in his eyes under the indoor light.

Crazy.

Never look at another person again.

Anyone who saw this scene knew that this Asian man loved the European man in front of him.

Arthur Rimbaud turned around: "Which one looks better?"

Ma Shengqiu also said: "As long as you like it, it doesn't matter if you evacuate the store."

Arthur Rimbaud smiled, strode up to Qiuya, raised his chin, lowered his head, and kissed Aso Qiuya's lips with a "boom".

Without the shackles of identity, the romantic Frenchman said to the waiter generously.

"Hurry up and wrap up the clothes I tried on."

"My husband pays the bill."

In an instant, Aso Qiuya's depressed mood seemed to be exploded into fireworks.

Ma Shengqiu also held his head high, sat upright, and quickly completed all the steps of taking out the wallet and handing over the card, with a bewildered smile on his face. The waiter said excitedly, "Okay, sir!"

Arthur Rimbaud sat down and leaned on Aso Akiya's shoulder, looking out at the commercial street from the corner of his eyes.

Missing the jewelry store does not mean missing the brilliance of love.

Autumn also.

This is the only thing I'm sorry for you.

"Alan, do you want to see the French friend you met before?" Ma Shengqiu also said softly.

"You mean Miss Catherine?" Arthur Rimbaud was stunned for a moment, and pulled out the French compatriot from his memory, and for reasons of emotional relaxation, he said, "Okay, I will visit her when I have the chance. "

Ma Shengqiu also nodded, playing with the fingers under Arthur Rimbaud's glove.

Hammered.

Lan Tang didn't know about the black hat.

Otherwise, Arthur Rimbaud, who pretended to be nonchalant, would not be in the mood to visit his friends.

His phone vibrated.

Aso Shengqiu also took it out to read the content of the message, then covered it, and put it back in the pocket of the suit lining.

Arthur Rimbaud was curious: "Who is looking for you?"

Aso Qiuya lowered his brows and replied, "It's Luanbu, he misses us."

……

Japan has an eight-hour time difference with France.

Edogawa Ranpo was knocked on the window before he woke up, and got up in a daze.

He opened the window, and saw the aggressive Victor Hugo, who was obviously like a flame, but suppressed his appearance with his temperament, saying goodbye to him.Victor Hugo's Japanese improved rapidly, and he said bluntly, "Ranpo-kun, I'm leaving Japan, and if I bother you, I need to take three things from your house."

Victor Hugo held the rolled up portrait paper and two jewelry boxes.

"Please don't mind."

Ranpo Edogawa, who was wearing a bear one-piece pajamas, woke up and looked at the items, "It's a token of love from Shuya to Mr. Rantang, whatever you want."

Victor Hugo knew that he had a high IQ, so he still hesitated a little.

Edogawa Ranpo said: "Don't doubt me, if you doubt me, don't come to me, don't you understand this at all?"

It is the first "ordinary person" who dares to verbally teach the transcendent.

Victor Hugo was not angry, with a gentle smile, and there was an abyss in his heart that had experienced wars and buried countless bones, and he would not be angry with the children of the Esmeralda family.

"Your Excellency is really long-winded." Edogawa murmured in disorder, and his anger disappeared a lot after getting up.

He revisited Mr. Good-natured France.

"Do as you want. It's best to bring the manuscript of the poetry collection, which can help Qiuya."

"it is good."

Victor Hugo was leaving, and Baudelaire chartered an overnight flight for him.

Before closing the window, Victor Hugo reached out and touched Ranpo Edogawa's bear's ears, "Pajamas are very cute. If you want others to trust you, you must learn to communicate patiently. People's hearts are very close and very close." Far."

Edokawa covered his face in disorder.

Mr. Ranpo can't stand the type of "good old man" who is considerate and considerate!

There was a knock on the door, and Fukuzawa Yukichi said outside: "Ranbu, are you okay?"

Edogawa drew the curtains in disorder, walked back to the bed, and fell down.

"Nothing, the president can go to sleep!"

He was telling the truth, and it was within Aso's expectation to let Victor Hugo take away the items.

Moreover.

Are old rings worth cherishing?

The wedding ring is what Ma Shengqiu cares most about. It is worn by Mr. Lantang and will not be handed over.

Ranpo Edogawa buried his face on the pillow, and before falling asleep, he thought: Qiu Ye "wholesale" a lot of couple rings, all of which were custom-made with names engraved... In order to have a ring that fit Mr. Lan Tang's ring size For the ring, Qiu is quite willing to spend money...

Adult love is full of calculation and premeditation.

This is the flower that blooms on lies.

When he was about to fall asleep, Edogawa ran to touch the phone under the pillow and sent a message in return.

【Qiuya, he reminded you to be careful, he has already returned to France. 】

【Master Ranpo wants to see you on your birthday, if you don’t see me, I will stuff myself into a cardboard box and send it to France with Longer, Master Ranpo doesn’t care, if you want to go home, I want you to go home! 】

……

The world of a family is the world of Edogawa Ranpo.

There are transparent walls here, and the wind and rain filtered by the gardener do not hurt at all.

Every day, he absorbs the sunlight and the nutrients of the soil well, and thrives.

and so.

Be happy for him and cheer for him!

He lives in anticipation.

Meow!

Occasionally self-willed is to know that you will not be angry, a cat with a bad temper is also a cat!