Started with a green hat for Verlaine

On December 21, the winter solstice comes.

The teachers of the school sat in the office discussing what to eat tomorrow and where to take a bath. During the winter solstice, there is a habit of taking a grapefruit bath. The Japanese superstitiously believe that this can strengthen the body and dispel the cold.

The math teacher said: "Today's homework can be arranged less, let the students go home and rest."

The Chinese teacher and head teacher of Zhongye Zhongye class in Zhongyuan said with a smile: "I plan to arrange a composition in class today, and the theme of the composition will be "Life at the Winter Solstice". Those who eat pumpkin and soak in grapefruit baths get high marks."

Later, the Chinese teacher thought of some orphans in the class, and said in a different way: "If there is no one to teach the festival of the winter solstice, you can also write about their past life, the purpose is to let the children remember the festival."

Such a proposal is quite good, in line with Japan's national conditions, commemorating festivals and traditional customs.

The teachers began to assign various homework in class.

Among them, a teacher from another class whispered: "Tsurumi-kun, why not change "Life at the Winter Solstice" to "Family at the Winter Solstice", what is the family background of that student named Nakahara Chuya in your class?" How did I hear that people in black suits in Yokohama will salute him when they see him."

Teacher Guowen stopped, and kindly argued: "It's a misunderstanding, or someone else misunderstood him. He is only a 15-year-old boy. No one who knows him will say that he is a good boy."

There was a person passing by slowly outside the office, smiling slightly.

In the Chinese class, Nakahara Chuya and his classmates in school uniform looked at today's composition, turned the pen in their hands, and muttered: "Write a composition with a holiday theme, winter solstice...do you have a winter solstice festival at home?" He twisted I tried my best to recall what I did on December 21 last year, and what I thought of was the hot food for dinner, the warm fireplace at home, and the free-spirited words of my family members.

Last year, Osamu Dazai did not join.

There are four people in the family, and he is the youngest child. He has not yet learned about his life experience from Mr. Lantang.

Zhongyuan Zhong also narrowed his blue eyes, looking a little nostalgic. Since Dazai came, the number of times of the family's jitters has increased day by day.The hateful Dazai bullied him because of his good brains. Fortunately, he had the help of Luanbu, and at the critical moment, he had a bunch of brain cheats in his mobile phone, so he didn't persuade him at all.

Ha, want to be his uncle?

If you are willing to help me with my homework every day, don't say you are an uncle, call me a father, do you dare to agree!

"Last year, there were four people in the winter solstice family. The fireplace was burning in the living room to dissipate the coldness of the people who came back. My parents came home earlier than me. They prepared dinner for me and my brother. They seemed to eat red bean moss at night. Potatoes and some pumpkin-flavored wagashi, the aroma of miso soup is always very strong..."

Because it is inconvenient for the parents to write in detail, and Dazai was absent last year, Nakahara only briefly mentioned the occupations of his parents--novelist and poet.In his essays, he boasted about Ranpo, writing that his brother is a superb detective, but he likes to eat red bean stuffing in red bean mochi, which is like a quirk of a genius.

Until he finished writing every family member last year, Zhong Yuanzhong also found himself smiling all over his face.

He found that the sheep companion looked at him silently.

"what happened?"

"Zhong Ye, I envy you, don't play dumb, I have to treat everyone to dinner at noon today!"

"Haha - no problem!"

Zhong Yuanzhong can also treat guests with a pat on the chest. There is no student in the whole school who is richer than himself.

After the class ended, the Chinese teacher put away the paper for the composition and was preparing to mark it in the office when he was suddenly stunned: "How did the name of the composition change from life to family?"

On the paper, the theme of the composition each student received was "Family of the Winter Solstice".

Therefore, the content of the composition tends to be about family members, which really stumps those orphans born on Leibo Street. They have no family members, and the whole class is written about each other's stories.

The Chinese teacher looked at the stories about the winter solstice of the orphans, his brows and eyes softened, and he was extremely apologetic.

He thinks the person in charge of printing at the school made a mistake.

"Oh, don't be so careless next time."

While speaking, the Chinese teacher deliberately pulled out Nakahara Chuya's composition. The other teachers were curious about Chuya-kun's family, but as the head teacher of Chuya-kun, he knew more and had the same unspeakable curiosity.

In Nakahara Chuya’s composition, a family in which parents love each other and brothers take care of each other and play together jumps out between the lines. The three views are correct and the atmosphere is harmonious.Zhongyuan Zhong also read French and Latin books every night, and wrote poems when he was inspired. The Chinese teacher was secretly surprised: "Is this the mafia family?"

No one will believe it!

Thinking of this, the Chinese teacher became more confident in dealing with other teachers.

In the office, the teachers praised Zhongya Chuya, saying that Chuya's good self-cultivation is all the result of his family, the parents of a writer, and the brother of a detective!

Paul Verlaine was standing on the roof of the office building, with earbuds in his ears.

He heard others praise Chuya Zhongyuan, and his mood rose.

Immediately afterwards, he heard the information he wanted-the family of Chuya Nakahara.

He intentionally or unintentionally asked other people, but people who were not in the same class didn't know much, and those who had a good relationship with Zhongyuan Zhong in the same class deliberately kept their mouths shut, as if they didn't want to tell others.

"Is Zhongye-kun's father a stepfather?"

When this teacher's chatting words appeared, Paul Verlaine's scattered thoughts immediately concentrated.

"I remember that there is a long black-haired foreign man who comes to the parents' activities every year. Mr. Zhongye called him 'Mr. Lantang' instead of 'Dad' or 'Father'. No, but their relationship looks like father and son..."

Paul Verlaine could no longer listen to the following content, and all the voices of the world were far away from him. He heard his heart beating like falling into an ice cave, and his soul was so cold.

A foreign man with long black hair?

Mr. Lantang?

A relative who looks like Chuya's father, but looks nothing like him?

Are these adjectives a little bit familiar?Feeling that he must have heard it wrong, Paul Verlaine held his forehead in a trance: relatives and friends, have your ghosts lingered to such an extent?

In the next second, Paul Verlaine disappeared in a flash, like a seagull commonly seen in port cities—a frightened version.

Without alarming anyone, Paul Verlaine got Chuya Chuya's composition.

He read the other party's family structure with trembling hands.

A gentle father.

A graceful mother.

A wise brother.

Based on the information received, Paul Verlaine perfectly substituted Arthur Rimbaud into Chuya Nakahara's "father" status. The impression that Arthur Rimbaud treated him was indeed gentle and amiable, which fit the There is also a description of "father" in the Central Plains.

Zhong Yuanzhong also respects his father, saying that he cared about him meticulously, educated himself, and gave him a happy and complete family and the courage to stand in the world.

There is a sentence in the composition that expresses the heart sound of Chuya Zhongyuan.

[I love my father, Dongzhi’s father cared about me as much as he did at any time, silently taking care of this family, he was a lighthouse in the dark, warming my lucky life. 】

Paul Verlaine froze.

Lucky to be human?

His "brother" thinks being human is a lucky thing?

At this point, Paul Verlaine could not deceive himself, the father described by "brother" and Mr. Lantang in the teacher's mouth of "brother" are very likely to be his relatives and friends - Arthur Rimbaud!

"Friends and relatives, you are alive...haven't returned to France for eight years?"

"You raised Chuya..."

One of the reasons for his falling out with Arthur Rimbaud was that Arthur Rimbaud disagreed with his intention to take away Zhongye from the Central Plains, and insisted on bringing him back to France to be educated by the French government.

Paul Verlaine hated the French government deeply. How could it be possible for the "brother" who was born in the same way to become a second sad humanoid weapon before he was free? Rural upbringing.

Relatives and friends do not understand him!

Relatives and friends think that the education of the French government will be more appropriate!

Paul Verlaine felt sad about this, and once again affirmed that he wanted to protect his "brother".

Unexpectedly, the person who forced himself to turn his face eight years ago actually raised Nakahara Chuya in obscurity in this rural area of ​​Japan, took good care of the child, and never handed over the child to anyone.

Paul Verlaine's heart was in chaos like an overturned spice bottle.

He was a little intimidated.

If kindness is true, so is that person's love and protection for him and his "brother"...

If he personally destroyed that trust...

"No!" Paul Verlaine gritted his teeth, unable to believe that this was the intention of his relatives and friends, "I betrayed him, and my relatives and friends must want to kill me. Was he also raising me to contain me? He also domesticated him with more sophisticated means." , let me and Chuya obediently listen to him?"

"He used to treat me like that, always being good for me, but he didn't listen to me at critical times."

"Does M. Baudelaire know that Arthur Rimbaud is alive?"

"Is the French government in the know?"

Paul Verlaine was overjoyed at seeing Zhongya Zhongyuan, and was utterly frightened by the fact that Arthur Rimbaud might be alive, feeling like he was standing in a dark vortex.

In a vortex called "betrayal" and "deception".

"I want to meet him and confirm the truth."

……

Nakahara Chuya returned home from school, and not long after putting down his schoolbag, he heard Dazai Osamu complain: "The school asked you to write essays, but you still dare to write about the situation at home honestly?"

Zhongyuan Zhong also turned his head and said weakly: "Who told you to look through my schoolbag."

"The writing is disgusting~." Dazai Osamu commented on his composition, and he suspected that there was a teacher in the school who was curious about Chuya's origin, so he deliberately wrote such a composition to test Chuya's family background.

Zhong Yuanzhong was also wronged, and said carefully: "I didn't write about Dad and Mr. Lantang in detail, and I didn't write about you. As for Luanbu... I don't think anyone can count on him unless he wants to get into it himself. It's in the cover, and it's a fact that he eats red beans and mochi but not the skin of the mochi!"

Zhong Yuanzhong also thinks that he has covered up, and his family is very powerful.

He ran into the kitchen and saw the black-haired man who was teaching the hourly worker No. [-] to prepare dinner, "Dad, what are the traditional customs of the winter solstice?"

Aso Shengqiu almost answered dumplings and glutinous rice balls, hesitatingly said: "It's pumpkin and bath."

Zhong Yuanzhong also said with a smile: "Let's eat pumpkin tonight!"

Ma Shengqiu also agreed to all of them.

As a result, no one in the family particularly liked pumpkin rice, and the steamed pumpkin went from being fragrant to cold, and only Arthur Rimbaud finished it for Aso Akiya during the festival.

Everyone still supported the bathing activity at night, and each went back to the room to take a bath.

Aso Qiuya was making dumplings in the kitchen alone in his bathrobe, and he didn't force others to eat. He was worried that there would be another awkward situation where he didn't give face.Arthur Rimbaud then went downstairs to look for Qiu Ye, and Aso shared a mouthful of fresh meat dumplings with his lover. The two adults secretly ate and drank in the kitchen, and returned to their room when they were full.

It was almost time to go to bed, and a few people went to the kitchen to cook dumplings in the middle of the night.

"Wow - Qiu also packs a lot!"

"Very hungry, Ranpo-sama is not full, Dazai, you go away! Don't touch the kitchen utensils!"

"Luanbu, go cook your own portion, don't stare at me!"

"Ah, it's so hot!"

"..."

The next day, Ranpo Edogawa left with Fukuzawa Yukichi. He still missed the gyoza he ate yesterday. It was delicious, especially when he rushed to eat it with Dazai and Chuya.

"President, let's eat dumplings next time."

"Ah."

Fukuzawa Yukichi satisfied his little wish.

On the way to work, Edogawa Ranpo glanced in a certain direction inadvertently, and muttered: "Did Shuya provoke something again?"

These days, there are always foreigners investigating Aso Qiuya.

French, British...

Thinking that Mr. Lan Tang was with Qiu Ye, he felt relieved. Anyway, the port mafia is a hated profession, and there will be people whose interests are violated everywhere. It all depends on who has the best skills.

Qiu Ye must be the most powerful!

You don't have to listen to me to say the answer, you know what I'm thinking!

Edogawa Ranpo is always urged to tell the story outside, tired of those stupid people, the happiest thing when he returns home is not to talk nonsense.The indifference was gone in a flash, and he happily went to work with the kind and righteous Fukuzawa Yukichi. If it suits me, everything will be fine.

"A top detective?"

The figure of Paul Verlaine came out from a place that ordinary people could not find.

"This is Zhongye's 'brother'?"

His voice was tainted with coldness, brotherhood, he only recognized Chuya, but Chuya regarded the other as his brother, wouldn't this take his place?

Then, Paul Verlaine waited for the target to appear on the only road in front of the villa.

Zhong Yuanzhong also went to school.

A car from the villa drove to the Port Mafia.

The long-haired Frenchman was sitting on the co-pilot without steering the steering wheel, and a Japanese man who was suspected of being a "driver" or "tool man" was sitting beside him.Arthur Rimbaud's appearance has not changed much, so Paul Verlaine feels familiar.The other party gave him life as a human being. He was the first person he saw since he was born. He was cold and powerful, engraved in his memory eight years ago.

Paul Verlaine's lips moved slightly, and with just one look, he was sure that his relatives and friends had survived.

Arthur Rimbaud was right for such a calm attitude!

Inside the car, Arthur Rimbaud subconsciously looked at the car window, and was reminded by Ma Shengqiu with a smile: "Lan Tang, remember to wear your seat belt, you can't violate traffic rules on your own."

Arthur Rimbaud had to wear a seat belt that was useless to him.

Out of the corner of his eye he looked at the window mirror.

There.

No one is empty.

It seemed that someone was standing there looking at him, quiet and melancholy, like the cold wind after the winter solstice.

On the back seat, Osamu Dazai observed the two of them, tilting his head with interest.

Mr. Lan Tang was thinking of others.

Qiu Ye, you really are a master at prying corners, and there is nothing wrong with Ranbu saying that you like NTR.