Started with a green hat for Verlaine

Two years later.

In early July [-], Spain legislated and recognized the same-sex marriage law for the first time.

People in neighboring France protested against the government.

They want their own country to agree!

Why can Spain implement the same-sex marriage law, but our own country can't!

Fortunately, Paris is known as the capital of romance!

In this regard, countless people are watching the fun, and the French supernatural beings who don't care about politics are watching from the sidelines.Different from the people at the bottom, the higher the upper emancipate the mind, the more they are vegetarians, and they don't care about gender at all. No one will blame these people for such a trivial matter in their private life.

What they pursue is the double enjoyment of mind and body, and it doesn't matter whether there is a gay marriage law.

There is a bohemian saying popular among French supernatural beings: "Whoever marries is a dog."

I don't know who took the lead in talking about this rubbish, which caused the marriage rate of French supernatural beings to decline, and the transcendents with extremely high status simply followed the principle of non-marriage.

You can talk about love, but you don't plan to get married and have children!

A person is chic for a lifetime!

The French government had a headache for an unknown period of time, and hated the person who said that sentence.

On the edge of the demonstration crowd outside the government office building, the figure of the silver-haired young man disappeared in a flash, without being squeezed in by the crowd, as if disappeared into the real world out of thin air.He passed by the citizens of Paris. Even though he looked good and his posture was out of tune with the people around him, no one noticed the man who walked out of the government building.

Not long after leaving, the silver-haired young man turned his head to look at the crowd that politicians avoided.

"Gay marriage laws?"

"Has the Spanish legislation irritated these French compatriots?"

"It seems that Madrid will be very lively."

The corners of his mouth were curled up, relaxed and indifferent, his eyes seemed to have stepped out of the "shadow" of the year.

The next excuse to avoid a blind date——

Go to Madrid to watch the excitement, no, it's better to watch the situation in neighboring countries.

You must know that "whoever marries is the dog" was first released by Mr. Baudelaire. Arthur Rimbaud also believed in this idea well back then, thinking that if you don't get married, you won't get divorced.

July [-], the weekend.

Spain's capital, Madrid, is hosting a huge gay carnival today.The meddlers all over Europe were alarmed by the remarkable impact of the legislation.This event has not yet started, and participants flocked to it, and it has evolved into a major event of European and even global concern!

Flights are packed, trains and buses are constantly running!

People from surrounding countries like to join in the fun. The boundaries between countries are blurred under the power of the Marriage Law. The public forgets the negative effects of war and sees the benefits of an enlightened country.

Madrid, some of the city's minor problems have been temporarily ignored by the public.

07:30 in the morning, before the carnival parade.

A private jet bound for the Spanish capital from the Japanese city of Yokohama arrived.

People from various countries came here on leave, as well as Aso Qiuya and Lantang who skipped work. After getting off the plane, he dragged Lantang to the reserved hotel and rushed out of the VIP channel opened for the rich at the airport. The crowd held hands grandly while trotting, not afraid of being discussed at all.

Japan is too "conservative" and France is too "romantic".

It is too difficult for two people to get married.

After spending a high amount of intermediary fees, Akiya Aso bought a property in the Spanish capital last year. Through money and contacts, he obtained two residence permits and is qualified to apply for a marriage certificate this year.

On that day, there were more than 1000 marriage applications in Madrid, Spain.

One tenth of them used similar methods or methods as Ma Shengqiu.

Smelling the news in advance, Ma Shengqiu, who has successfully completed the process abroad, has also been approved, and successfully obtained the precious marriage certificate recognized by France's neighboring countries.

Lan Tang still feels a little unbelievable, "Is this a success? Don't you need to do anything else?"

No immigration, no pimping with other people?

"Yes!" Ma Shengqiu couldn't control his happy mood any longer, his eyebrows danced with joy, and his mature and steady attitude faded away. In the eyes of Europeans, he looked like a newly grown Asian. People have the same rights to adopt children, and Madrid in Spain recognizes people with legal residency to get married here!"

He solemnly handed over the marriage certificate to Lan Tang, his complexion softened suddenly.

A simple sentence seems to have infinite magic power.

"Honey, we're married."

"..."

Lan Tang blushed with a "shua", and wanted to cover his face with a scarf in summer.

Because Qiu also took out the gift box in public, and replaced the old ring from the dating period for him, and put on a wedding ring specially made by a French luxury brand.

All the wishes of the past have come true.

Lan Tang, who was subconsciously an unmarriageist, was also changed his mind.

perhaps……

Marriage is right.

He promised this man, and this man promised him, that they would get a legal certificate.

The carnival in Madrid started before nine o'clock. After the official ceremony, the cheers and noise in the city pierced the sky and shook the ground. There were huge crowds of people everywhere, including men and women, and they celebrated the passing of the same-sex marriage law in Spain. activity!

Love is free, unrestrained, and passionate, and it is always eager to be released!

The 27-year-old Ma Shengqiu also brought the 26-year-old Lantang to participate in it, witnessing the history of Spanish legislation. It is a carnival that will become more and more lively year after year and in the future!

When the crowd was surging, in order to prevent stampede accidents, Lan Tang used the "painting collection" to protect himself and Aso Qiuya at all times, so that no one would step on his feet or touch other people's embarrassing parts.The two of them are no longer so special in the crowd, like two drops of water flowing into the sea, hiding and laughing, their hands clasped tightly, the wedding rings on their fingers are so brand new and elegant.

The Spanish government was worried about the surge in the flow of people and the chaotic activities that were prone to break out, so they sent all the resident superpowers out to maintain order.

No one wants to mess up a big event involving an international level!

In the center of Madrid, Paul Verlaine illegally came to the border of Spain by using the "parallel set", sitting on a high place and laughing watching the large-scale carnival in Spain.He watched this bustling and prosperous world, and occasionally, he could keenly detect the figures of a few old friends from all over the world.

There is no war.

There are always a lot of people with supernatural powers who join in the fun.

Those who really participate in it are the ones who can feel "happiness" for it.

Paul Verlaine is always outside the crowd, with his hands on his sides, like a god stretching his body on the sculpture of the opposite building, looking curiously at the love of mortals.

"Madrid..."

This "City of Sin" is born to gather the "desires" of human nature.

The carnival lasted all day, with a strong festive atmosphere, and the night was full of men and women who refused to rest. The local gangsters in Madrid were on vacation, and people with various tattoos could be seen on the streets.

The Spaniards on the side of the road set up a business of love divination and made a lot of money.

The fortune teller, who was wearing a cloak and pretending to be a ghost, heard the local people's comments, which were quite obscene, but the instinct would attract people to listen.

"I saw too many people today, the one in front is definitely a first-class one."

"Garcia, you're farting! Left, look left!"

"I'm not interested in women!"

"stupid gay."

"Are you saying it again? Do you think I dare not hit you? You want me to say—wait a minute, look, the waist of the man on the right is top-notch, I bet he can fold in half, and these legs are so delicious! "

"Who is betting on this with you... Hey, he came over."

"Has it been heard?"

The punks of the local gang whispered.

Paul Verlaine smiled, concealing a hint of malice: [I bet you won't survive today. 】

Then, he easily turned those who spoke into minced meat in the corner.He crossed this hidden dark street, walked up to the fortune teller who was sneakily moving tables and doing business on the other side, and quickly shifted his interest and said, "Are there any fortune tellers here?"

He had been to Madrid on a mission before, and he was a little curious about the profession of a fortuneteller.

The most important thing is - he thinks there is something wrong with this person.

The fortune teller pretended to be a ghost and said: "Sir, you don't need to predict love after seeing it."

Paul Verlaine asked: "Why?"

"Your fate is ups and downs. Love can come and go at any time." The fortune-teller waved his hand exaggeratedly, revealing a "magic wand" that resembled a long stick under the cloak, and said with style: "Compared to you, Those who are average-looking need to pay for the luxury of love."

Paul Verlaine noticed that he was wearing a cavalier outfit under the cloak, and his eyes suddenly became a bit more meaningful.

Since he was free, he simply occupied the seat and chatted with the other party.

Under the power of money, the fortune-teller began to talk nonsense, wanting this person to leave impatiently instead of discussing ancient divination with himself.

Suddenly, Paul Verlaine approached the table, bent his waist a little, and asked provocatively against the background of the dark suit, "Where are you from, fortune teller?"

The fortune teller straightened his chest and said proudly: "A village, that is my hometown, and there is a skinny horse in my family. I have been exposed to magic and divination all year round, and I am a well-known fortune teller!"

Without waiting for Paul Verlaine to ask further questions, he told stories about a bunch of rural fortune tellers.

Paul Verlaine patiently flattered and flirted with the fortune teller: "If your fortune is very good, I will introduce a friend to you next time. Do you know what I am thinking?" He stared at the fortune teller with those affectionate blue eyes. The other party said, "Come and guess."

The fortune teller touched his chin under the cloak hesitantly, "Are you...wanting to chat with me? The paid flirting?"

Paul Verlaine laughed. "What's your name?"

The fortune-teller called himself triumphantly: "Don Quixote de la Mancha."

Paul Verlaine lifted his cloak abruptly.

The other party yelled hastily, quickly covered it tightly, and quickly looked around, "What are you doing?"

Paul Verlaine sneered: "Why didn't I know your name."

Under the fortune teller's cloak is a knight costume, and the wand is not a wand, but a knight sword. He disguised himself as a knight who secretly travels and earns travel expenses by divination.

The other party is not a fortuneteller, let alone a knight, but his true identity is a transcender of Spain.

Miguel de Cervantes!

The Spanish transcendent was no longer being funny, worried about being discovered by other transcendents, he persuaded helplessly: "I said you hurry up, don't increase the workload for me, appearing in Spain so arrogantly, when the international armistice agreement Is it fake?"

Paul Verlaine leaned against the table, "What do you mean by divination?"

Miguel de Cervantes cleared the table and the crystal ball, "It doesn't mean anything, I just heard that your old partner died, and you are alone. I finally don't have to face the combination of the two of you." .” Mentioning the pair of Transcendence partners who specialize in stealing important information, he looked disgusted and waved his hand, “If you don’t want to fight, just leave quickly, and I will continue to stare at the other guys who came to watch the fun.”

Paul Verlaine snorted softly, "It's really hard work."

After finishing speaking, Paul Verlaine, who had teased everyone, laughed loudly, and disappeared into the air majestically.

The laws of this world also give great tolerance to the strong.

Even if he committed a felony, he would at most enter a prison for those with supernatural powers to serve his sentence.

Miguel de Cervantes raised the edge of his cloak, looked in the direction he was leaving, and suddenly said playfully, "Verlaine, I don't know what expression you will have in the future."

Look, what did he see today?

Arthur Rimbaud.

In one day, he was in charge of monitoring all the supernatural powers beyond the normal range. He was exhausted, and even pretended to be a fortune-teller and was molested, which delayed his work for half an hour.

However, what is interesting is that when he was monitoring the energy fluctuations in the space, he accidentally discovered the old acquaintance Arthur Rimbaud holding hands with an Asian youth and participating in a gay carnival parade.As a neighbor of France, Miguel de Cervantes said, I will not take the initiative to provoke a fight. How Paul Verlaine's partner "resurrected from the dead" is a matter for you French.

——After all, if you watch the excitement, I will too.