Started with a green hat for Verlaine

With you, even if walking on the edge of the cliff, my heart is full of excitement, and I will not hesitate.

The blood swallowed in the broken bones...

Must be sweet.

People are greedy for beauty, and liking beautiful things is a common problem. Ma Shengqiu is usually the same as ordinary people. If there is no accident, he will go on step by step. It is impossible to pursue excitement and get whimsical "cheats".After the time travel, it was the second life that gave him the opportunity to show himself. In a sense, he was luckier than the mortal who picked up the [book].

He is an ordinary person with a miracle in his hand, timidity will smooth his edges and corners, bowing his head will make him unable to lift his head again, and being cautious will make him submerged in the crowd, and he will no longer dare to cross the thunder pool.

History has proved by facts that it is difficult for those who kneel down to social rules to stand up again.

It's better to resist once.

It's better to mess with fate.

If life is ordinary twice, it is like a stick figure without coloring, lacking the crazy color you want.

Ma Shengqiu also kissed Lan Tang's cheek, wet his temples, licked and bit his earlobe, and the tip of his tongue outlined the person who was willing to violate ethics with him and laugh out loud in the ocean of desire.

Does Lan Tang like men or women?

Does Ma Shengqiu also like men or women?

Haha, it doesn't make sense. When you most desire to fall in love or be loved, there is such a suitable person. It doesn't matter if the other person is a man or a woman?The feelings of body entanglement are different and different.

After taking off his clothes, Lan Tang said softly in garrulous French, "Does Qiu also like my body?"

Ma Shengqiu also witnessed this body with no scars and flowing with Gaul blood. Lantang's temperament is noble and indifferent, which is not suitable for heavy oily colors. Clean water, after filtering impurities, calm down to grind out the pigment.

The cool long black hair is curled, and a strand of hair falling from the forehead slips across the bridge of the nose, parting the elegant face. Last October, Lan Tang was 20 years old.At this moment, Lan Tang is much more lively than the lonely and low-key Hong Kong and black quasi-cadres in the anime, and his eyes are full of eagerness for love.

It was Aso Akiya's sincerity and the poetry of "Ophelia" that lit up his muddled soul.

[The poet said, in the starlight at night, come and find the flowers you picked.And said he saw Ophelia in white, floating in her long veil like a great lily. 】

Asa Shengqiu could only retain the dreamlike feeling on Lan Tang only by remembering with his eyes.

This is a very romantic French beauty.

Don't satisfy him without limit, he will get bored, and don't abandon him cruelly, if you love him, you must keep your promise, love is to support his arms, never let his feet fall into ice, snow and mud, A beautiful soul is stained with uncleanness, and it may not be wiped clean in a lifetime.

"I can't wait to have it every day."

He exhaled hot breath, moistening Lan Tang's ears, announcing the brave man's ambition to own the princess.

The brave have no strength to defeat the dragon.

但是，被爱着的公主能笑着亲吻你，因为打败恶龙不是唯一的选择，只要给予公主信心，公主一个人能暴揍恶龙。

They were intimate on the carefully selected bed sheets, and the delicate silk and satin texture rubbed against Lan Tang's back, and those daily necessities that were bought for a long time but never used were also put to use.

Lan Tang's body is jerky, and his emotional posture is mixed with a trace of uneasiness and enthusiasm, just like a naughty teenager seeing a special movie for the first time and imitating the content on it.Ma Shengqiu didn't know whether Lantang had done with Verlaine in the past, but... a sly smile flashed in his eyes.

There is no need to advance to the office when you are in love.

Wen Ye did not point out that Arthur Rimbaud and Paul Verlaine were a couple, but only wrote that they were partners. In the novel, Paul Verlaine had a "relative and friend" and came to steal the other's belongings after Lan Tang died. , which is tricky.Regardless of whether what Verlaine said was true or false, Ma Shengqiu had already unilaterally kicked Verlaine out of the game and put a green hat on the opponent.

The brightness of the green depends on Verlaine's emotional ups and downs after knowing about it.

Schrödinger's green.

Ma Shengqiu also liked Lan Tang's appearance, his gentleness, his outstanding talent and hidden strength, and his arrogance that inadvertently stood on the top of the human pyramid.

He liked everything after Lan Tang lost his memory.

Of course, he is also excited for NTR, the man's naughty thoughts are beyond words.

From today onwards, Aso Qiu is also Lan Tang's only lover.

"Rimbaud..."

"Is Cho calling me Rimbaud too?"

"You heard it wrong, it's Lantang, Lantang, Rimbaud, Lantang~."

"Pfft—you can call me whatever you want."

Lan Tang was amused by him, his face was flushed, his slightly arched eyebrows and deep eyes showed a moving look.

The long-haired youth stroked his cheek with cold and soft fingertips.

"I'm Rimbaud, and I'm also Lan Tang."

A French surname is embroidered inside the hat.

What the lover said was his name in Japan, the pronunciation was close, and there was no difference in essence.

Aso Shengqiu knew the difference well, and licked Lantang's fingertips with his tongue pitifully, like a snake wrapped around a flower branch, lingering like a snake, but without cold and harmful intentions.

He loved Lan Tang to the bottom of his heart, and he never regretted choosing Lan Tang.

The pure and clear eyes of the "psychic" connected his soul.

At this moment, heaven and hell are generally the same.

……

Think about it quickly, don't feel hesitant anymore.

Think about it slowly, I am eager to spend eight years with you day and night.

please believe me--

Loving me will not be a hopeless thing.

……

At eight o'clock in the morning, the screen of the mobile phone automatically lights up.

Before the dream-disturbing alarm clock rang, a hand reached out from under the covers and turned it off.

The morning sun had already illuminated Yokohama, and the bedroom curtains revealed a hazy light, and the breeze blew the white gauze curtains through the gaps that were never fully closed, like the hem of a lily girl's skirt.

Someone is smiling at him.

It was a shy and bright smile after the flower of love bloomed in her heart.

Ma Shengqiu also kissed Lan Tang who was still awake in his arms, twisted the quilt for him, and got off the bed lightly and left.

The black-haired young man with messy hair came to the sink, washed his face in the mirror, brushed his teeth, shaved his beard, and finished his preparations for work.He combed his hair casually a few times, yawning, like a lazy student in college, and after seeing the hickey on his body, he took a little more time to take care of it.

How long does it take to transform into a mature and stable man?

Talk about a relationship, do an adult thing.

Ma Shengqiu also tied a tie for himself, put on a straight suit, and regarded the work of the mafia as a serious profession. He neither bullied the weak nor flattered his boss, and said in his heart: "This is my second life."

He straightened his face, retracted his jaw, and made his eyes no longer so frivolous.

"I'm a family man now."

Ma Shengqiu also quickly laughed, and because of his inexplicable seriousness, he clenched his fist and coughed.

He reset his attitude.

"I love him."

The black-haired young man in the mirror has an outstanding appearance, the corners of his mouth are raised, and his eyes are full of warmth, as if he is showing off his love to the world. The couple ring on his hand can break a woman's heart.

Putting aside the calculations brought about by reason, Ma Shengqiu also became himself who was no longer depressed.

"Hello, Aso Qiuya."

"You have to take good care of Lan Tang, don't make him sad, and protect him who is the most vulnerable at this time."

"Love and time will tell."

Ma Shengqiu also finished washing, went out, took out the sheets in the washing machine to dry before going to work, and then picked up a bag of dirty clothes to be taken to the dry cleaners.

The sun is shining today and the temperature is very comfortable. Even Lan Tang, who is bedridden, is so cute.

The head of a French beauty poked out from under the quilt.

Lan Tang opened his misty eyes, his lips were like roses, revealing a small neck that was so slender that it could be folded with a pinch, and his cream-colored skin was exciting.He rolled up the quilt, huddled into a ball, and said when he heard that Qiu was about to go out.

"Qiu Ye, are you coming back for lunch?"

"return!"

Aso Qiuya's answer was firm.

No matter how rich and cheap the cafeteria of the port mafia is, it can't stop the lovers who hit third base!

Lan Tang seemed to understand, and said happily, "I want dessert."

"I passed by the dessert shop after get off work at noon, and I'll bring it back for you." Ma Shengqiu also made an OK gesture, and according to the feeling of not wanting to be separated all the time, he put on his leather shoes and went out.

Lan Tang sat up and looked at the figure outside the window who opened the car door.

The other party faintly blew a kiss towards him.

Lan Tang's loneliness disappeared after he went to work, hugging his knees, his body was sore and limp, and he felt a hazy and real sense of happiness.

The temperature in Japan doesn't seem to be that cold anymore...

All around is the breath of life.

On the tenth day of the first month, Aso also celebrated his 21st birthday.

The home has an imported fireplace.

Lan Tang leaned against him in fear of the cold, looking at each other's literary works, occasionally laughing at the nonsensical plots in the novel, and sometimes looking up at Qiu Ye's face reciting poems softly.

After breaking through the last layer of relationship, the two have become gluey these days, and their relationship has heated up violently, leaving traces of intimacy on the bed, sofa, and bathroom.

They did everything between lovers.

Ma Shengqiu also perfectly fits Lantang's imagination of love. The feeling of falling in love is dizzying, like an elf dancing in his heart.While distracted, Lan Tang noticed that Qiu Ye had put down his poems, and whispered into his ear, "Lantang, there are four complete poems, plus a few essays of yours, how about I publish them for you?"

"Huh? Publication?!"

Lan Tang, who was full of imagination, returned to reality in an instant, and was frightened. Publishing means showing it to others.

"The poems I wrote by hand are so-so, not as good as the previous ones. You should wait a little longer until I complete all the poems..." Lan Tang's personality is different from that of the three-dimensional poet who yearns for fame , sensitive and introverted, instinctively repelling the publicity of things that symbolize the portrayal of the soul.

This is probably the reason why the literary giants in the literary world do not like to write and publish.

Don't you see, a certain Mr. Oda aspired to write novels, retired for several years, turned into an uncle from a young age, and did not write a novel.This kind of person is simply watching the other party waste their youth if they don't urge them.

Ma Shengqiu didn't want to wait that long.

"I think the writing is super good!" Ma Shengqiu also put down the draft and praised Lan Tang's works, "In comparison, the novels I wrote are fast food, and they are not elegant."

Lan Tang smiled and retorted: "Qiu Ye's writing is much more interesting than mine."

Ma Shengqiu also spread his hands: "But there is no depth."

Lan Tang said: "That's Qiu Ye's unwillingness to write. You must know that Qiu Ye's worldview is very deep. If you think about it carefully, you have scruples in all aspects, whether it is culture, economy, or social development. Unfortunately, Qiu Ye has no intention of digging deeper. , put the emphasis on emotional description.”

Ma Shengqiu also looked at the eyes full of admiration, and changed the subject: "Give it a try, Lan Tang."

Lan Tang hesitated, the poet cell lurking in his soul was restless.

Ma Shengqiu also added weight to his choice: "When you become famous, people who know you will definitely know that you are alive after seeing your poems."

Lan Tang whispered: "I don't really want to use my real name to publish it..."

Ma Shengqiu also thought of a way to get the best of both worlds: "It's very simple, use Lan Tang's name."

Lantang nodded, "Akiya, give me another month, I want to make some revisions, and then I will publish it under my Japanese name."

Since I was an amateur poet in the past, those who are familiar with him must have read it.

Acquaintances of Arthur Rimbaud: "..."

French supernatural power community: "..."

There is no acquaintance in this world who knows that Arthur Rimbaud writes poetry and writes it so well.

In April, a collection of French poetry titled "Letters of the Psychic" was self-published by a Japanese publishing house, including ten poems in the original French and Japanese translations.The beginning of the collection of poems is Lan Tang's idea: what he pursues is fantasy and instant inspiration that transcend reality, so illogical sentences often appear in his poems, giving poetry a new definition with a free poetic style.

Since then, the germination of French surrealist poetry had the opportunity to be born.

With the encouragement and help of Aso Qiuya, Lan Tang completed an important turning point in his life.

He became a poet.

France.

Arthur Rimbaud disappeared for a year, plus the French investigation and Paul Verlaine's statement after his return.

France officially defined him as "death".

The French government regrets, who knew that a spy mission to Japan would lose a transcendent!The number of transcendents in the world is rare, adding up to dozens of people, which has led to a corresponding weakening of France's international influence.

Arthur Rimbaud stepped into the world of supernatural powers in France at the age of 14, became famous at the age of 15, took charge at the age of 16, reached the level of "transcendent" at the age of 17, and joined the "Paris Commune", an old European organization of supernatural beings.With his young age and high potential, he is one of France's trump cards. His reputation is not obvious because the French government strictly blocks information about him.

In order for him to grow up smoothly, his partner is Paul Verlaine, who is a few years older, and is also a transcendent. The French government asked them to be spies. In a sense, they put two nuclear weapons out for a stroll.

A person who transcends is worth thousands of troops and is not afraid of conventional hot weapons. It has always been a country's strategic resource.Only a country that cultivates transcendents can be called a superpower, and the transcendents of its own country are the pillars that deter the transcendents of other countries.

As we all know, Japan is a "country country" where there is no transcendent on the surface.

Arthur Rimbaud's accident was completely unexpected by everyone!They all underestimated the hidden things in Japan. Japan lacks high-end superpowers, but it does not mean that it is really powerless to fight back.

What is the truth of the fact, France has been unable to pursue it, and is forced to cover up the traces left by the spies.

Japan has temporarily become a country that France prohibits transcendents from going to.

Inside a bar in Paris.

In the past, the bar where the lights are feasting and the chatting in a low voice is a place that couples like to come to.

There was a slender young man in a suit sitting in the corner. There were two glasses of absinthe on the bar. Those drooping eyes were like two sapphires under the night sky, soaking in the coldness of the deep sea.

Beside him, the seat was empty.

He seemed sentimental.

Every strand of hair, to the fingertips hanging on the edge of the bar table, exudes an "abnormal" sense of mystery.

Seeing each of his guests is like a glimpse, and the heart trembles uncontrollably, just like a mortal crossing the boundary and seeing the Nordic gods stepping on the white waves and stepping into the world.

The bartender who served him was not surprised, and looked away after glancing at the absinthe.

The bartender thought, "The other customer hasn't come for a long time."

Compared with this seemingly good-tempered Mr. Verlaine, the bartender is more willing to approach another melancholy and noble Mr. Rimbaud who is always afraid of the cold.Usually at this time, he would mix a glass of wine to warm the stomach for the guest, then politely step back, and use the corner of his eye to secretly watch the two chatting, and occasionally he would find Mr. Verlaine smiling relaxedly in front of Mr. Rimbaud stand up.

What a perfect couple.

Anyway, the bartender has never seen a man who is better than them in appearance and temperament. Oh no, Mr. Rimbaud is relatively young, and it is more appropriate to describe him as a beautiful boy.

Although the bartender was a bit strange, he was more concerned about a young woman who was approaching.

It is obvious that she is an urban woman who is a little confident in herself.

She is fascinated by the man sitting in the corner.

The bartender is subtle, without Mr. Rimbaud, there will always be mortals trying to please the gods, and I don't want to think about where I can be in the sight of the gods?

"Sir, are you waiting for someone?"

The urban woman's entry point was just right, pointing to the absinthe on the table that no one was drinking, and sitting in the empty seat without authorization, she thought she had chosen a good topic, and she had a seductive expression on her face.

The young man in the suit raised his eyes, and the face hidden in the dark once again amazed the woman.

"I'm waiting for my best relatives and friends..."

"He won't be coming."

The voice was so sad, there seemed to be tears in his eyes, but there was a slight smile on his face.

The strange sense of incongruity is uncomfortable.

"Can you... go to the fiery hell and bring me this glass of absinthe?"

The urban women were stunned.

……

Partner, it's my fault for not killing you with my own hands and letting you die in pain.

sleep well.

This is the last time I miss you.

……

"Tears Flowing in My Heart": Tears flow in my heart, rain patters on the city: Where did the burst of sadness come from, dripping so miserable? ... Ah, the song of the rain!It makes my heart sore to flow like this for no reason!how?Never stop?There is no reason for this sorrow!Can there be greater pain that cannot be comforted?There is neither love nor hatred, but my heart hurts so much.

—Paul Verlaine.

The author has something to say: This chapter warmly thanks the guest: Verlaine.

The poet Verlaine wrote really well, perfectly expressing the heart of the scumbag man after breaking up!

Let everyone appreciate the poem he wrote to Rimbaud: "Tears Flow in My Heart".

tears flow in my heart,

The rain patters on the city:

Where did the sadness come from?

Did it make me so miserable?

Ah, the gentle sound of the rain!

The ground and the roof should be in harmony.

For an anguished heart.

Ah, the song of the rain!

Flowing endlessly like this,

It makes my heart sour!

how?Never stop?

There is no reason for this sorrow!

can there be more pain

There is no way to teach people to comfort?

neither love nor hate,

My heart hurts so much.

(Translated by Liang Zongdai)