Started with a green hat for Verlaine

Lan Tang returned to the right path, no longer thinking about messing with Ma Shengqiu.

No money, no identity, no contacts, no force (?).

He began to learn how to be a poet.

After a period of time, the effect was remarkable. Ma Shengqiu also carefully sorted out Lan Tang's pen practice works, and planned to publish a collection of poems in the future to contribute to the world's poetry circle.

Ma Shengqiu also encountered no troubles at work, everything went well, he was never injured, and he never brought home troubles from work, which made Lantang no longer think about it.Since he disclosed his occupation, Ma Shengqiu no longer concealed the guns issued by the port mafia, and often took them home to store, which was regarded as providing extra protection for Lantang who was alone at home.

What?Lantang doesn't know how to use a gun?

Ma Shengqiu didn't believe this, and the other party probably knew it at a touch, so why bother to offer advice, instead, Lan Tang didn't know how to conceal his proficiency.

Facing Lan Tang, who was full of flaws, Ma Shengqiu also had a hard time pretending.

poet.

This is the spiritual support that Aso Qiu also added to Lantang.

Afterwards, Ma Shengqiu also found a part-time job as a French translator for Lantang, reducing the possibility of the energetic Lantang exploring the port mafia.

"Lantang, don't think about it when you have time, and earn some pocket money yourself."

"Ok."

Lan Tang calmly accepted the part-time job.

Everything was arranged by Qiu Ye. He was relaxed and relaxed. He went out when he wanted to go out, and worked when he wanted to work. He was not restricted at all.Sometimes he even had an idea: "Why am I racking my brains so hard to search for the past? It would be good to stay in Japan and by Qiuya's side."

Lan Tang, who lives in Japan, can never erase the bitterness and disappointment deep in his heart.

None of his fellow Frenchmen came to him.

All relatives and friends died?

The disheartened Lan Tang finds Ma Shengqiu pleasing to the eye no matter what he looks at, he is gentle and considerate, and he is countless times better than those relatives and friends who don't exist like air.Qiu also took good care of herself. If she was a girl, she might go directly to get a marriage certificate.

Holding back his energy, Lan Tang devoted himself to studying his past poems, trying to figure out each sentence.In Qiu Ye's mouth, he used poetry as a bridge to know Qiu Ye. In this case, if he regains that bridge, will he be able to find his forgotten love?Falling in love with Qiuya who was waiting for him again...

On the weekend, in a bright afternoon after watching an opera.

Lan Tang suppressed his joy, leaned on the back of the chair, and called out to Ma Shengqiu who came out of the room, like a god of love bathed in the sun, stretching his limbs, sharing his happiness with his mortal lover , "Chuya, I completed "Ophelia"! I must have seen Shakespeare's opera before, Ophelia is the woman who died for love in the opera "Hamlet"!"

There are also operas written by Shakespeare in this world, but the output is very low... Very low... This three-dimensional playwright probably changed his career to do other things in Two-dimensional, and only wrote operas in his spare time.

Three seconds of silence for the literature of this world.

"Of course you have read it." Ma Shengqiu also sat on the wicker chair with him and read the draft. Lan Tang filled in his own thoughts on the contents that he couldn't remember clearly, forming the same wonderful lines.

Amazing.

The two-dimensional Lan Tang complemented the three-dimensional Rimbaud's poems.

The extraordinaryness of the same body in another world proves that Lan Tang not only wins the battlefield and the kitchen, but also writes poems!

Aso Qiu also said, "Lantang, you are the hope of the French poetry world!"

Lan Tang became modest about this, and asked unsurely, "Is my writing so good?"

Ma Shengqiu also laughed exaggeratedly, wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, and said in a strange tone: "That means you have never seen the contemporary poetry circle, let alone France, the poetry circles all over the world are in a state of withering."

"I won't mention that, I can't wait to read it again." Ma Shengqiu also turned the draft to the first page, and read it in French with a reverent face.Hearing Qiu Ye read his own poem, Lan Tang looked at him, his gray-green eyes shone brightly, shrouded in the illusion of innocence like a child, and there was an extra layer of charming light in his eyes.

Once again, Ma Shengqiu saw the sky of France through Lantang's eyes. A country that can raise such people... must be beautiful.

After reading, Ma Shengqiu was also immersed in the transparent and vivid artistic conception of "Ophelia". Who is luckier than himself to witness a French literary giant who "returned from the wrong way".

Lan Tang said: "I miss France."

Ma Shengqiu also woke up suddenly, and answered him as expected: "Honey, go back after recovering your memory, I don't want you to be hurt by someone close to you."

"Yeah." Lan Tang's eyes wandered, and Qiu Ye was right.

He knew that he was probably not a serious poet, and that he might have smuggled here anonymously.Because, I am a black family who has no such person, and I can live in Japan thanks to Akiya's acceptance.

Ma Shengqiu also secretly wiped off a cold sweat, thinking: Don't worry, there are no serious writers in this world, thank God that you still have the inspiration to write poetry.

Lan Tang asked Qiu Ye worriedly.

"Qiuya, if I have concealed some bad experiences in the past, will you forgive me?"

"Actually, I have some..."

"Um???"

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Ma Shengqiu also immediately found an excuse: "After all, I am a mafia! I have done bad things!"

Lan Tang said, "It's okay, I don't care."

Ma Shengqiu also whispered in his heart: [I lied to you, can this kind of thing be forgiven? 】

Lan Tang was immersed in his own troubles, and regarded Qiu Ye as a mental trash can: "I don't know when I can recover my memory, and writing poems didn't bring back my memories... But when I went to the place where the explosion happened, I felt terrified, a kind of Indescribable fear enveloped my heart, black flames... Shuya, if possible, I don't want to step in there again, as if I would be completely burned by the fire..."

Ma Shengqiu also quietly listened to Lan Tang's heart, his brows twitched, and he guessed the source of the fear.

[Psychological shadow caused by Huang Ba's vomiting? 】

【Chuya, the scene of your birth scared your mother. 】

He hugged the fragile Lan Tang.

Chuya Nakahara did not pick up the good boy, but rescued Arthur Rimbaud, who was full of uncertainties. He did not regret it, and his heart made a choice for him. His appearance can change the tragedy of Arthur Rimbaud sexual life.

"I will protect you."

He kissed Lan Tang's black hair at the temples piously, and suppressed the sigh in his eyes.

What I said was empty words.

Once again, he can't face natural disasters, at most he can rush over as soon as the explosion is over.

Hearing his words, Lan Tang broke free from his fear, and took the false words as the truth.

"Qiuya, I believe in you."

Ma Shengqiu also shook his head, believe it?He wanted to win the heart of a strong man, but he was full of lies. How could such a person be worthy of Lan Tang, who would recover his memory in the future.He spent three years planning an opportunity and three months to make up a fictional lover, but after he got it, he couldn't protect him.

To put it bluntly, in terms of appearance, identity, status, strength, and knowledge, he is all inferior to Paul Verlaine described in less than a few pages of the original novel.

awful.

That scumbag's character is too strong.

The madness in the black-haired youth's eyes flashed away, it was his recognition of his strength in fighting the five scum.What he can do is the limit of an ordinary person's willingness to fight, and the courage of a traveler to give it a go.

He said so.

"I won't let you die before me."

This is the protection that the traverser Aso Qiuye can do his best!

Nakahara Chuya and Dazai Osamu would never join forces to kill Lantang!Paul Verlaine can't take Lantang's hat away!Except for himself, no one can bully Lan Tang who has lost his memory!

Shocked by the blazing anger and conviction in Aso's eyes, Lan Tang widened his eyelids, opened his lips slightly, and looked cute, seeing another side of Aso besides ordinary people.

The noisy and complicated world fell silent, and Lan Tang had never been so sure about it.

[I am protected by this man. 】

This feeling is very novel.

The whole world will abandon him, but neither will Qiu. The explosion in the Yokohama Concession, everyone is afraid, afraid, only this person immediately risked his life to find him!

Seeing the "Fire Hell" brought about by the explosion, isn't Shuya afraid?

It is love greater than fear.

Lan Tang stared blankly at Qiu Ye staring at him persistently, and nodded his brow with his fingers, it turned out that Ma Sheng Qiu also forgot to let go of his solemn expression.

Lan Tang asked softly in French.

"Tell me, why did you fall in love with me?"

"I am attracted by your brilliance, I want you to sleep in my arms and be mine."

Ma Shengqiu also uttered uncommonly explicit words.

"Very good." Lan Tang was very satisfied with his answer, and on the day he finished "Ophelia", he changed his job to become a poet, completely abandoning his reserve and past.What scruples does he have?The meaning of Aso Qiuya to Lantang is the coin that falls in the bowl of the homeless man.

——You give me hope, I can do anything for you.

"Come and make love to me."

"I give you my body and my soul."

Lan Tang showed a provocative look that even men could not refuse, and he lowered his body, his cold and melancholy face could also have the tenderness of twisting fingers, bringing passion beyond gender.He wrapped his arms around his neck, raised his brows, and burst out with extreme fanaticism and the charm of the wind-shattering man.

At this moment, his black hair should be golden, which is bright enough, and his eyes should be the texture of gemstones, spiritually brighter than the gray gray-green.

He is like the poet Rimbaud who jumped out of the paper, satisfying all the imaginations of Aso Akiya.

"Do you think I love you now or not?"

coming!

Here comes the problem again!

Ma Shengqiu couldn't help laughing, his boring life was brightened by the existence of Lantang, he was bold and reckless, and Lantang was lawless, they should be a couple of lovers!

He picked up Lan Tang, whom he had been thinking about for many years, cheered, and ran into the bedroom.

Don't guess, don't guess.

I use my life as a bet, when you love me.

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The author has something to say: Mojiu.

The next chapter is tomorrow at 12 noon, remember to watch it on time.

Of course, don't expect too much... Harmony is the main priority.

Everyone, don't dive, take a bubble to let the circle see your existence.

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At this moment, Verlaine's three characters all turned green.

Welcome everyone to the story of Rimbaud and Verlaine in the [-]rd Yuan ~, to do science popularization for everyone.