Started with a green hat for Verlaine

A pseudonym for the collection of French poetry has been delayed.

First, he was worried that his real name would cause people surnamed Wei to find fault with him. Second, Lan Tang developed a choice phobia, refused to sleep, and dragged him to chat in the middle of the night, especially wanting to choose a perfect French pseudonym.

Ma Shengqiu also simply fought with Lan Tang, "You win, choose another pseudonym, I win, choose Jean-Nicolas."

—Jean Nicolas.

Cuihua, your surname is Wang Daniu.

The rusticity of this name combination calmed Lan Tang, and his punching speed was a beat slower. He stared blankly at Qiu Ye's "fist" and then at his own "scissors", and his mentality collapsed.Ma Shengqiu also patted his lover's head, and said with a smile: "This is the choice of Steins;Gate, don't think about it so much, the pen name brings a cute contrast."

Lan Tang huddled into a ball humbly, and said pitifully: "People will think you are a foreigner who named you indiscriminately."

Ma Shengqiu also said firmly: "No."

Lan Tang was confused: "Why?"

Ma Shengqiu also helped him resolve this problem: "In the slogan, it will be stated that you love French culture in the [-]th century, and Lantang's poetry style has a slightly retro flavor." It is the poet expressing respect for that revolutionary era.

Lan Tang's eyes lit up, and he accepted the answer, but he still disliked Qiu Ye's level of naming.

"Okay, I lost the punch, I can only listen to you."

"Wife is awesome!"

The person who spoke is also a nameless person who can use the pseudonym as "reader".

Aso Qiu also turned off the light in the living room, Lan Tang got up on the sofa, but was interested in Qiu Ye's new behavior.Ma Shengqiu also squatted in front of him, and Lan Tang lay on his back, brushing away the long curly hair around his ears.

"Qiuya, did you carry me away from the Yokohama Concession?"

"Ah."

"What were you thinking at that time?"

Poet Lan Tang's thinking is always active, rich in association, intertwined with fantastic sensibility.

Ma Shengqiu also took Lantang back to the room to rest, the body behind him was warm, clinging to him, making him very affectionate.He replied without thinking: "Thinking will be good for you for the rest of your life, and you will not be hurt like this again."

It is his luck to have picked you up. No matter how dangerous the world is, he can still have a beautiful love affair with a beautiful person.

The black-haired young man carefully put his longing lover on the bed.

The Frenchman is smiling sweetly.

The supernatural power has not been awakened, but the highest power of space is hidden in his eyes, the golden light is shining and intoxicating, as if he can peek into the poetic world of "Colorful Paintings".The originator of the three-dimensional surrealist poetry and the two-dimensional French transcender form the unique Lantang.

Ma Shengqiu also whispered: "Sleep, tomorrow is a new day."

Tomorrow will be even better.

Like you, like me, like this world that will eventually move towards peace and prosperity.

……

a few months later.

With the strong support of the publishing house in Paris, France, the poetry collection "Letters of the Psychic" took root in France.

The collection of poems with novel style caused great repercussions in France.

The poet Jean-Nicolas became famous.

There are some very interesting gossips, people with supernatural powers are generally highly educated, and most of them like to read books.According to a survey conducted by the governments of various countries, the more powerful people with supernatural powers are, the more they know how to appreciate literature, and occasionally write for their own entertainment, hiding it and not showing it to others.

Especially with the decline of the international literary world, there are too few books to read, and there is also a shortage of literature for people with supernatural abilities.

Once there is a good work, it is destined to flow into the French circle of supernatural powers.

Everyone knows that these people are romantic.

The French government is still nervously sending people with supernatural powers to participate in the war, fighting to the death with other countries. They don't know that the people with supernatural powers in their home base are still holding poetry books to relax in private.

There are too many contemporary surpassers in Britain, and they cannot beat them. They rely on alliances to withstand the pressure, and occasionally shout the slogan that France will win.There are not many German transcendents, so it is enough to let the big guys take the top. People like Goethe and Schiller in Germany are not something ordinary people with supernatural powers should think about.

alive, okay?

In the battle of Changan Island, France, which was once rich in ancestors, will definitely not be the defeated country.

The supernatural power users who did not participate in the war in France communicated in private.

"This collection of poems is pretty good. Give me a copy. It's a style I haven't seen before."

"Nineteenth-century work?"

"No, the poems written by the newcomers seem to be works sent back by French people who have gone overseas."

"God! It's not like a newcomer at all. The rhythm of poetry is really well mastered."

"That "Vowlet" is so weirdly written..."

"You didn't understand!"

"Did you understand? Thank you, don't pretend you are so powerful."

""Ophelia"? Is this poem related to the opera I've seen? Sigh...it actually wrote about the person in "Hamlet". I have seen his operas no less than twenty times!"

"Hush, keep your voice down, don't talk casually about the British Transcender, it's still at war."

"The French are no worse than those vile Brits!"

"We are the supernatural powers!"

Inadvertently, several people with supernatural abilities who were communicating with each other became hostile to Britain, which made a person with supernatural abilities who proposed that he likes to watch opera hide in embarrassment.

People with supernatural powers usually occupy high positions in society, and with their leadership style, they are effective, and the popularity of surrealist poetry has exceeded the expectations of the French literary world.To a certain extent, Lan Tang realized his wish. His poems were introduced to France, to Charvel, and to the eyes of those acquaintances in the past.

After losing his status as a supernatural person, Lantang's talent was recognized by the people of the motherland.

The barren French literary world was injected with a new force.

This is a genius!

The success of publishing overseas poems indirectly led to sales in Japan. The French manuscript fee was settled every three months. When Lan Tang received the francs from his motherland, he was caught off guard and looked at his achievements brightly.

The head of the French king is printed on the franc, holding a sharp sword, solemn and majestic.

Ma Shengqiu also took advantage of his joy, took off the other party's earmuffs and replaced them with new cat earmuffs.

The curly-haired beauty with cat ears winked at him and shocked him.

"Qiuya, I succeeded!"

Ma Shengqiu also used the newly bought wallet to pack banknotes for Lan Tang, and handed them over to Lan Tang. Lan Tang held on tightly, as if embracing a dream of his own.

"Your fame will spread throughout France, and you will become a talented poet of the new generation."

"No one is stopping you."

Aso Qiu is also happy.

Lan Tang, you don't need to please anyone, use your talent to conquer the world's poetry world!

This time, Verlaine will not cause you to close your pen so early.

Ma Shengqiu also changed the subject: "I have to think about my new work in the future, I can't be defeated by Lan Tang."

Lan Tang said with a smile: "What defeat, I can't compare with you in Japan."

Ma Shengqiu also hooked Lantang's gloves with his fingertips and took them off. Lantang's skin was the fairest he had ever seen, with black hair, fair skin, and long curly hair, worthy of his French blood.

"I want to write a story, like a French lady with amnesia who falls in love with a country boy?"

"puff."

Lan Tang pushed his chest with his hands, and said playfully, "I'm not Miss France."

Ma Shengqiu also asked back: "Then what are you?"

Lan Tang was stopped by his question, and was almost led to think in a wrong way: "I... No, I'm a French poet!"

Ma Shengqiu also put his earlobe in his mouth, and whispered jokingly: "Really?"

Lan Tang suddenly became as quiet as a statue.

poet.

These words can only deceive people outside, but not myself and Qiu Ye. He must have other special identities.The most obvious flaw is that after he remembered his name, he dared not go to the police station to check his background.

"I don't care." Ma Shengqiu also expressed his heart in this way, "I will use my eyes to see clearly what kind of person Lan Tang is in front of me, and remember every word you say with my heart."

Lan Tang covered his ears and said shyly, "Me too."

His grey-green eyes have deep and charming emotion.

"Whoever Qiu is."

Whether it's ordinary people or the mafia, as long as they are people who love themselves, that's enough.

Lantang felt more and more similarities between himself and Qiu Ye, and reached out to touch Qiu Ye's eyebrows. Qiu Ye was also lonely, shutting off his own world and only accepting his entry.

Ma Shengqiu also thought silently: "We both lost our memory and were far away from the motherland. You don't remember the past, and I don't remember my name and family. We are lonely souls existing in this world. You are stronger than me, and I can bear it." I can't stop getting close to you, and hold you tightly by my side."

"Qiu Ye, you have to say what you want to say." Lan Tang stared into the talking eyes of the other party.

"No more." Ma Shengqiu also begged for mercy, "I will be shy too."

Lan Tang was curious: "How shy?"

Ma Shengqiu also held his face together, as if he was thinking about a new book: "I'm going to pass out right away."

Lan Tang smiled.

Immediately afterwards, Aso also set a prototype for the new work.

The background is the [-]th century in France. A rebellious teenager who ran away from the countryside fell in love with a mature beauty from a foreign country.

He gave himself a sexual twist.

Authors who dare to write about harem stallions have always had no integrity at all.

And what about Verlaine?Sorry, this bald supporting actor is not qualified to be a love rival.

Aso Qiuya's inspiration spurts, and he is always on the front line of NTR Verlaine, even if it is the plot in the novel, he refuses to let him go, but no one can see it.After reading the outline written by Qiu Ye, Lan Tang only had a question mark: "Have I become a French countryman?"

"You've got the wrong focus!" Ma Shengqiu also laughed at his question and collapsed in the study.

"There's no sense of substitution, Qiu Ye." Lan Tang spoke coquettishly in an elegant and unhurried voice, "I should be the young master of France. In order to resist oppression, it is right to rebel and leave the family."

Ma Shengqiu touched his chin and said, "Could it be that you are talking about your real family?"

Lan Tang froze for a moment, "I don't remember clearly."

Ma Shengqiu also said trickily: "It's better to be a countryman, after all, I don't know aristocratic families."

Lan Tang stared at him for a while, his expression became unpredictable, and he joked.

"Oh~ Miss Foreign Country."

Lan Tang took Aso Qiuya's right hand, put it to his lips, and gave a hand kiss. His every move was in line with the demeanor of a gentleman, and there was a sense of provocative ambiguity. Even with long hair, he was not at all feminine, "I believe You will like France, because the first time I saw you, I decided to be with you."

Ma Shengqiu was also flirted with by him, as if performing an outline, he said amusedly, "Where did you get your confidence?"

Lan Tang raised his eyes, reserved and arrogant, with a heavy feeling, like a historical figure engraved in an oil painting.Bitter wind and snow dyed his brows, and sharp golden awns were about to burst out from the bottom of his eyes. The layers of warm clothing on his body were like icy armor, exuding a faint cold air, which could frostbite those who were close to him.

"I am a genius destined for greatness, Arthur Rimbaud."

Aso Qiuya's heart skipped a beat.

what do you remember

Fuck me, why are you so scary, do you mean a poet or a person with supernatural powers by genius?

Lan Tang immediately returned to his docile and harmless appearance, and said softly: "Qiu doesn't care about me, it's not fun."

Ma Shengqiu also tugged at Lan Tang's cheeks, retaliation for his scaring her.

"Country people should look like country people!"

You are off the hook!

"Woooo——I want to be the young master of France, not a countryman, and spend money to marry you, Qiu Ye!"

"This kind of plot is not written in the outline of the novel, so the protest is invalid."

"Bastard."

"The villain you speak of is the one who raises you!"

"I will support you in the future~."

Lan Tang smiled at him very nicely, perfectly showing a side that can be attacked or accepted, salty but sweet.

Ma Shengqiu also suppressed the "Artier Rimbaud" part of his character.

"Earning a little manuscript fee can make you so proud!"

hateful.

I'm not afraid of Arthur Rimbaud.

A real man dares to face wives with different personalities, let's wait until I have improved my psychological quality!