The power is called the evil of this world

Shibusawa Ryuhiko, who was thrown in the ward by the social animal Mochizuki who was in a hurry to go home, could only recuperate alone, felt the coldness of the world.

In this huge world, there is only a little warmth in this plate of little rabbit apples at hand.

... No, who peeled the rabbit apples on this plate?

See you at Mochizuki who has clocked out of get off work: It's me.

Thank you very much.

If you are really sorry and want to thank me, you can take a good rest and take care of your body, I can get more benefits.

Or tell me why you want to single me out on this downtown.

However, Shibusawa Tatsuhiko would never answer this question.

Mochizuki who was hung up on the phone didn't mind either. It's normal for the young master of a rich family to be proud and arrogant. Arguing with ignorant older children is purely asking for trouble. If you forget it by ear, you will be much happier.

Mochizuki, who didn't take this matter to heart at all, took a leisurely walk home. When passing by a flower shop, he bought a bunch of purple irises and held them in his arms. After 15 minutes, he successfully arrived at the cherry blossoms 500 meters away from home. under the tree.

The romantic poet who wrapped himself up was standing there waiting.

"See you moon," he said.

Mochizuki smiled, and the smile was natural, and it was the magnificent scenery flowing out of the joy in his heart. "Rimbaud, why did you come out?"

"I'll take you home." Rimbaud said frankly.

Mochizuki burst into a smile: "Why do I seem to be a child who can get lost? Am I so worrying?"

That's what she said, but the girl's tone was extremely brisk, like a bird flapping its wings and about to fly in the next moment.She held forward the bouquet of purple irises in her bosom like an exhibition, as if she wanted to stuff this bouquet into Rimbaud's bosom: "Look, I bought flowers?"

Rimbaud took his hand out of his warm pocket in a kind manner, took the bouquet of irises, and asked with a smile, "Why did you suddenly think of buying flowers?"

"I happened to be passing by a flower shop, and the flowers are beautiful, so I bought them when I saw them." Mochizuki answered as a matter of course, she asked with her hair tilted, "Don't you like it?"

Rimbaud: "You sent it, of course I like it." But this liking has nothing to do with the flowers themselves. According to the Chinese taught by pen pal Haisheng, it is nothing more than the relationship between Aiwu and Wu. This gift of heart.If she changed a gift, he would like it just as much.

Mochizuki sighed in disappointment: "What... I thought you would like irises."

Rimbaud imitated Mochizuki's previous practice of holding flowers in his arms, and the flowers and people matched each other, making him look more like a beautiful boy (?) with flowers: "Huh? Why do you say that?" He didn't seem to have conveyed any mistakes to Mochizuki. information?Rimbaud felt that he had always had no preference for flowers.

Mochizuki replied: "Isn't the iris the national flower of France?"

"..." Rimbaud was speechless for three seconds because of this innocent and natural answer, and the answer after that was also helpless, "Not every French likes vetiver and iris, Yue See."

Mochizuki opened his eyes wide: "Is there time for me to change the flowers now?"

"Although it's too late...but let's forget it." Rimbaud held the flowers in one hand, and took Mochizuki with the other to lead her to the house, "The meal is ready, and if you don't go, it will be cold. Does Yue see you?" Want to eat cold dishes?"

Mochizuki said truthfully: "Summer is acceptable, but winter is fine, it's so cold."

That's right.

But in fact, this is not the case at all. Mochizuki is actually not afraid of the cold at all, and Rimbaud who is extremely afraid of the cold is completely two extremes.

Rimbaud, who leads Mochizuki to meet, can be said to have a deep understanding of this.

Mochizuki Jian had relatively small hands, and he didn't like being wrapped in his fists, so the two of them walked forward holding hands.Rimbaud didn't wear gloves when he went out today, so when holding hands, there was no barrier between his skin and Mochizuki's skin, but directly and seamlessly.The warm temperature was continuously transmitted through that layer of skin... Even the back of his hand was warm, which was in stark contrast to his hands that were blown cold by the cold wind.

Whether it's summer or winter, whether it's a warm home or outdoors where the wind is howling, Mochizuki's body temperature will always be the same, and there will be no change.

"I'm in good health... Hey, Rimbaud, your hands are so cold..." Mochizuki saw that his mobility was superb, and while he was talking, he turned the hand he was holding into his own palms .As if she had accomplished a great event, the girl's smile was full of complacency, "It's like Rimbaud, you are afraid of the cold, I'm also born with it... How about it, are you envious?"

Rimbaud lowered his eyes to hide the thoughts in his eyes, and replied with a smile: "Well, I'm envious." He said: "Seeing you in the moon...it's really very warm."

"I'm a person who can be a small stove!" Mochizuki Jian was satisfied with the satisfactory answer, remembering that the three poor ghosts of their family huddled together to keep warm in order to survive the winter, and Mochizuki Jian was the center of contention at that time... Although No matter what the situation is at the beginning, it will end up as Mochizuki holding Nakahara Chuya Rimbaud and Mochizuki in the end.

But this was just a few years ago, and then Mochizuki grew bigger (mainly because the economic conditions became better), and Rimbaud also lost his small human heater... Ah, no, he still has one.

In winter, they also slept with Rimbaud in the Central Plains.

"But it's not as warm as you." Rimbaud commented very objectively.

Mochizuki: "Oh, I know Rimbaud that you dislike Chuuya, who sleeps restlessly and likes to kick the quilt, but Zhongya is still young after all. As adults, we should always be more tolerant of him!"

Rimbaud: "So... am I really a tool for covering Nakaya who kicks the quilt in the middle of the night to prevent him from catching a cold and getting sick?"

Mochizuki: "Isn't Zhong also your little stove?"

look at each other.

I can't talk anymore today.

It happened that the door of the house was close at hand, so I decided to skip this topic tacitly and go in for dinner together.

Naturally, the home and the outside are very different, and it is a paradise-like enjoyment to enter from the cold and windy outdoor to the warm indoor - the expression on Rimbaud's face is obviously relaxed, and he looks very standing Don't move and enjoy the heating again.Mochizuki, who had changed into warm fur slippers, couldn't help laughing when he saw this: "Okay, come back to your senses, Rimbaud——"

"Come and eat!"

The dinner dishes are very rich, there are ten dishes for a total of six people, and the taste is quite good.Everyone sits around the table, and the feeling of being next to each other is quite amazing.

The atmosphere is harmonious like a family.

But in terms of blood relationship... the people at this table are actually irrelevant.

So how wonderful the world is, that kind of power in the dark has brought such a few people together.

Maybe it was because Mochizuki had been feeling emotional for a while, seeing that she hadn't moved her chopsticks for a long time, Asakami Fujino asked with a smile: "Sister Yuejian thinks there are too many dishes?"

"It's a bit..." But in fact, I was more shocked by the mix of dishes on this table. There were French dishes and cherry blossom cauliflower. The variety was too rich, and it was hard to tell who was cooking.

Asakami Fujino tilted her head cutely, and said, "Actually, Mr. Rimbaud cooked most of them...but I also helped cook a few dishes, okay?"

Mochizuki: "Ah... so."

Fujino, you are a bit puzzled as to why you, a young lady who doesn't stick to the sun, can cook.

But Rimbaud, why do you want to make so many big fish and big meat, I don't even understand.

When asked, Rimbaud calmly said, "You've been busy recently, so eat more good supplements."

"..." Such simple words, this kind of behavior full of the sense of "you are working hard to support your family outside, so you eat more" - that's right, it must be taught by Haisheng!But: "You should eat more vegetables in winter." Mochizuki calmly stopped Rimbaud from adding meat and vegetables to his bowl, and backhanded him a chopstick of white radish.

Rimbaud ate the white radish in the bowl without any objection.

Then I saw that Mochizuki picked up a chopsticks dish for everyone on the table.

...well, a harmonious family.

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The author has something to say:

Rimbaud:?I'm not special treatment?

Chapter synopsis, please automatically cycle and kiss everywhere

Honestly, I want to see you in a month too

The weather suddenly drops in temperature and the hands and feet are cold, it's too bitter (woo woo woo)

(Real name envy Rimbaud someone warms his hands)