Started with a green hat for Verlaine

Lan Tang felt that his state was a little abnormal.

It's like thinking immersed in ice water, cold and rational, thinking about the content of his task wholeheartedly, but he has a burning thought: "I want to complete the task assigned by the country and prevent Japan from studying the 'unknown energy body'. ’, if you can’t get it, destroy it!”

Espionage mission.

Sneak into military base to steal mission objectives.

On April 29, 3000, the Yokohama Concession exploded for no reason, the military base was destroyed, countless casualties were caused, and a funnel-shaped pit with a diameter of [-] meters was formed.

All of this...was it me?

I'm not a little French spy implicated innocently, but the real murderer?

Lan Tang was suddenly startled by his own thoughts and broke out in a cold sweat. He slowly calmed down his frightened emotions, sat up, and turned off the alarm clock on his mobile phone.

He followed Ma Shengqiu to get up to wash, change clothes, and his body without pajamas has no scars, his skin is smooth, the kiss marks of love have not faded, and the scars that were burned and rubbed back then have long since healed.He couldn't help looking to the side, looking at the tattoo on Ma Shengqiu's back waist. Because his eyes were too straightforward, Ma Shengqiu also put on suit pants and shirt, raised his eyebrows and asked, "Does it look good?"

Lan Tang smiled, walked over, and tied his tie for him, perfectly concealing his abnormality.

"Qiuya, this is the first time I know that you like my French name."

"French is more beautiful than Japanese."

"That's why you don't want me to get a tattoo?"

"Yes."

Aso Qiuya's eyebrows and eyes seem to carry deep feelings, looking forward and shining brightly, his eyes are like obsidian, and the positive vitality of young people has not been worn away by life.

"Lantang, are you reluctant to travel? Or should we stay an extra day?"

"Let's go back."

Lan Tang accepted his thoughtfulness, but did not choose to stay outside Yokohama.

It's time to go back...to find clues to the explosion that year.

Give myself and Qiu Ye an explanation.

Lan Tang exchanged a kiss with him before going out, his eyelashes are like long and small brushes, they don't curl upwards like others, it's easy to cover the undulations in the eyes, and outline the melancholy beauty.

Ma Shengqiu also found that Lantang was not in a high mood and seemed to be tired of work, so he comforted him carefully.

For breakfast, he cooks himself in the kitchen of the five-star hotel.

Macaroni.

Lan Tang smiled as contentedly as before.

In Yokohama City, the famous commercial street is crowded with people. A cadre of the port mafia came to Yokohama Mirai Port, which takes "future fashion" as its main element.Lan Tang returned to the headquarters and ran out to fish after not staying long. He was eager to see the ruins of the Yokohama Concession, but he forgot that the Yokohama Concession was replaced by Leibo Street, and the Yokohama Mirai Port after Leibo Street was filled up. replaced.

The scorched earth was gone.

Trendy high-rise buildings stand on the flat ground.

Memories of crying crowds and homeless people disappeared.

They either forgot the pain, or adapted to the new life. Few people looked at Yokohama Minato Mirai and recalled the miserable scene eight years ago-this is already a new era.

Lan Tang was in a brand new "world", and was confused for 5 minutes, and his idea of ​​finding clues was shattered.

He walked towards the central square of Yokohama Minato Mirai.

A stone monument was erected there.

Remembering the casualties and misfortune of the war years eight years ago.

Lantang knew that the content on the stele must have been written by Qiuya, and the words full of humanistic care were full of Aso Qiuya's personal thoughts.The other party hopes that everyone will remember the past, look forward to the future, recognize the pain caused by the war, and persuade everyone to cherish the hard-won peace.

"...Peace." Lan Tang did not cross the isolation line, and stood in front of the railing to watch the time of the explosion. April 29th was also Zhongya's birthday.

Lan Tang thought of the scene where Qiu Ye took him to donate to orphans, and didn't think it had anything to do with Zhong Ye-kun.

However, if he wants to ask about what happened eight years ago, I am afraid that only the orphans can answer.

doesn't make much sense.

These people will not know the intelligence of the military base.

Lan Tang gave up looking for the "sheep" because it would alarm his family. His memory was a little confused. He only remembered the importance of the task, but it didn't prevent him from wanting to maintain his current life.

He said obsessively: "Complete the mission, catch or destroy the 'unknown energy body', prove your identity, and I can take Qiuya back to France."

The most fundamental wish - is that he wants to return to France in a dignified way!

"We can't let Qiu Ye know for the time being."

Lan Tang pursed his lips, and his green eyes were full of gloom, "My memory is incomplete, and I may have harmed the interests of the Japanese government. Qiu is also Japanese. He loves me so much, so I can't let him be caught between the country and the individual." It’s embarrassing, he has refused to join the Baidao many times because of me.”

Lan Tang walked out calmly, going against the crowd, turning a blind eye to the luxury store he once loved.

"I remember that I should have smuggled here by boat..."

"Go to the shipping company that smuggled people, maybe you can find the record of my coming to Japan eight years ago..."

An hour later, he found the shipping company based on memory.

The other party - went bankrupt.

The port mafia expanded and developed too fast, occupying most of the port's resources, and did not allow other companies to smuggle and smuggle people, which led to the bankruptcy of the shipping company, and the small fish were swallowed by the big fish, which increased the port mafia's presence. A bad name in business.

Lan Tang stared at the closed shipping company.

After looking around, the information is gone.

This is quite troublesome.

Lan Tang turned around, this road is blocked, find another place!My place of residence after coming to Japan!

10 minutes later, Lan Tang searched for the place where he had settled down like a blind man exploring the way.

He stared blankly at Yokohama Minato Mirai.

After making a big circle, the house was actually in the Yokohama Concession.

Gone, all gone!The explosion destroyed all the clues after he came to Japan!

Lan Tang tossed and tossed and tossed and tossed in the morning, and was very uncomfortable when he failed. "The me in the past, why didn't I leave more clues, and the spies couldn't do this!"

He had a premonition that his memory lacked a key, and he stayed at the door, only recalling the reason why he came to Japan as a French spy.For this reason, he suspected that he was a person with supernatural abilities in the past, otherwise, he was a French spy with high skill, high IQ, first-class stealth ability, and legendary level. Otherwise, how could he be trusted by the French government? Across the ocean to complete the mission?

Compared with the former, Lan Tang would rather believe the latter.

After all—he had told Qiuya before that he awakened supernatural powers for the other party.

Lan Tang's face hurts.

Lantang is glad that Mr. Ranbu is not at home.

In this way, Qiu, who is not good at "mind reading", doesn't know that he has recovered part of his memory.

"Wait, did I come to Japan alone?"

Lan Tang's head hurt slightly, and the long-term images flashed intermittently in his brain. He didn't seem to be a lone ranger, and the eavesdropping and investigation tasks were usually assigned to another person?

No on-line, no liaison, no logistical support, it's outrageous.

This task is too difficult!

Looking at it from another angle, it seems...he is used to difficult tasks?

"what……"

"I really need the assistance of a brain faction..."

"But this kind of person is either not a person with supernatural powers, or they are their own people..."

Lantang doubts whether all the high IQ people in Japan know Shuya.

Why is it so difficult to find an outsider as a tool.

Lan Tang sighed.

He dialed his lover's phone, came to the restaurant sign on the shopping street and said, "Qiuya, what do you want for lunch? I'll pack it for you on the shopping street and take it home."

The hidden danger of identity must be settled, and life must continue to live.

I can only reluctantly be a Hong Kong gangster cadre fishing.

On nights when there were no other cats in the house, Lan Tang hugged Chinchilla, who was warming his hands, looking through his poetry collection, and found the portrait that Qiu also drew for him eight years ago.

Looking at it now, the painting is quite simple, and Qiu didn't practice his painting skills well.

On the drawing paper is "Artille Rimbaud" with blond hair and blue eyes.

No earmuffs, no scarves, shining brightly, like the gaze of an adventurer.

The more Lan Tang looked, the less he looked like himself now, and he was a little frustrated.

"Does Qiu want me to be this cheerful?"

He stroked the cat.

"I can try not to wear earmuffs next year, scarves and gloves are still required..."

He flicked the cat again tangled.

"The me in Qiuya's heart...is a blond Frenchman...can I try dyeing my hair?"

Lan Tang stared at his long black curly hair.

Hate to dye my hair.

Your own hair is beautiful.

Jinjila meowed in protest, and if she touched it again, she would be bald!

"Long'er, don't make noise."

Lan Tang can't wait to restore his memory and get back to his former self. Although Qiu Ye once said that he loves the current self most, but a person is not a salty fish if he has ideals!

He wants to regain integrity and get rid of the confusion from time to time. He loves his motherland very much, even though the motherland may forget himself unreliably, but he still has an indelible longing for France.He thought that he and André Gide might be the same kind of people. The more he couldn't go back abroad, the more he wanted to go home to see his relatives and friends, and talk about the parting of these years.

Lan Tang hugged Chinchilla, closed his eyes, and sat behind the desk to recall memories.

Based on the past when "I" knew "Aso Akiya", he wanted to remember the whole process of coming to Japan. In his hazy memory, there were maps of military bases and buildings in the Yokohama Concession. There is no coherent memory alone.

There was a knock on the door of the study, and Ma Shengqiu also called outside.

"Lantang, it's ten o'clock in the evening, it's time to rest."

"OK, all right."

Lan Tang, who used the excuse of writing poems but was actually uninspired, crumpled the draft paper and threw it into the trash can. He found that his memory hadn't been recovered much, and his ability to conceal was steadily improving.

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When you sleep at night, you will not talk in your dreams!

Lan Tang had something on his mind, so he naturally lost interest in playing around. He didn't want to expose himself, so he said casually: "Qiu Ye, I'm thinking about the content of the next poetry collection. What's a better name? I think the name of my special ability Perfect for a poetry book title."

Ma Shengqiu was also taken aback by his amazing strokes, ""Colorful Painting Collection" is very nice to listen to."

Lan Tang said, "But it's inconvenient to use."

Ma Shengqiu also smiled, "The name of your ability will not reveal the type of power, and there is no ability to exert influence on a name of a different ability at this stage. When you regain your past identity, you can publish your poetry collection no matter how you want. It doesn't matter."

Lan Tang was so coaxed by him that he almost mistakenly thought that he was about to finish writing and was waiting to publish his masterpiece.

No, I haven't written yet!

While Lan Tang was muttering, Ma Shengqiu also asked cautiously: "Lan Tang, aren't you going to do it today?"

Lan Tang replied: "Tomorrow."

The Frenchman with his own racial talent poked his Japanese lover's waist, "I'll give you a chance to adopt him, and try to perform well tomorrow. I'll press you on the bed and cry you hard in your sleep."

The corner of Ma Shengqiu's mouth twitched, letting go of his worries.

"Thanks……"

It's Lantang's hobbies, that's right.

"Lantang, we should all control it, it's easy to lose hair and become weak if we do too much."

"No! I didn't lose my hair!"

"The reason why the drain in the bathroom is blocked every time... is you..."

"Just a few—!"

Lan Tang threw Aso Qiuye down, ignoring the chaotic memory, and retorted sadly.

Compared with the happiness of returning home, sexual happiness is also very important!

The next day, Lan Tang was more careful in combing his hair. During the pulling, there were very few broken hairs, but the long hair was thick and shiny, and the hairline showed no sign of receding.

In the mirror is still the radiant French beauty.

Aso Qiu also passed by and liked it.

As long as you take good care of your body and don't worry too much, Lan Tang will always be 19 years old!

Tian Lantang didn't go out this day, but stayed with Aso Qiuya the whole time, helping the other party to contact his subordinates and complete the workload. There were many documents that could not be passed through other people's hands. Only he and Mori Ogai could hand over the whole process on their behalf.He was still bored, and helped Qiu Ye go to the arsenal and vault of the port mafia headquarters to check the quantity, posing as a big red man next to the leader.

Ma Shengqiu also suggested: "If you are bored, you can go to auctions in various places."

Lan Tang smiled and said, "No, there is nothing I want to buy recently."

Seeing that Qiu was also concerned about himself, Lan Tang said after deep thought: "Qiu Ye, I want information on a shipping company, can someone from the intelligence department help me investigate?"

Ma Shengqiu also asked, "Which one?"

Lan Tang said: "The company that I smuggled into Japan, I want to know who came with me, I think it will help me restore my memory."

Aso Qiuya's expression paused, and he said softly, "Okay."

He regretted asking.

Lan Tang who is idle is the Lan Tang who does nothing.

It didn't take long for the relevant information to be placed on Lan Tang's coffee table. While sitting on the sofa drinking black tea, Lan Tang checked the smuggling information of the bankrupt company.

From the smuggling list in [-], Lan Tang did not find his real name, and got lost among the names.The number of smuggled Europeans is not large, and most of them are guys who can't get along in their own countries and leave their hometowns to come to Japan. You can tell which country you are from from the style of naming.

Lan Tang thought to himself: It is naive to think that he can find himself easily.

After a while, Ma Shengqiu also raised his head to look at Lan Tang, and found that Lan Tang was distracted with his chin resting.

Aso Qiuya: "?"

Lan Tang noticed his gaze, and said flatly: "The information is useless."

Ma Shengqiu wasn't surprised either, Lan Tang could investigate things, and he had investigated them since he took over the post, and for that reason, the shipping company went bankrupt, and it was probably not without his handwriting.

Ma Shengqiu also comforted habitually: "There will always be other clues."

Lan Tang gave a "hmm" and looked down at those false names that might have their own names.

If the amnesia was caused by injury or excessive consumption of supernatural powers, Lan Tang thought that he had recuperated well, and after eight years, he should return to a healthy state.

What is preventing him from recovering his memory?

There were some subtle murmurs in Lan Tang's heart.

[It's because I lack a sense of crisis. 】

He who has never been anxious or madly longed to return to his motherland, compared to those truly poor people... is too happy.What he may need is not paper materials, not miscellaneous information after the bombing of the Yokohama Concession, but a little external stimulation.

Lan Tang became irritable, could happiness be a mistake?

A little bit.

It's still a little bit worse!

He can remember what he did in the military base, who knows who is inside, and whether the follow-up will affect his and Qiu's life in Japan!

His past... What kind of person will he be...

Inexplicably, Lan Tang noticed that the person Dao Qiuye described was too... peaceful and friendly.If he wasn't a spy for the port mafia, why would he approach Shuya on purpose?Is there anything in Qiuya that he wants to get?Or, he really told the truth as Qiu Ye said, because he was in a bad mood, so he accepted Qiu Ye's overture?

Normal spies should stay away from irrelevant personnel, but Lan Tang recalled that the scene of meeting in the coffee shop seemed to be covered with a soft filter.

Can't bear to doubt...

Even if it's... doubting the intentions of my past self...

Lan Tang went to see the cold tea and made a decision.

If you can’t see the former site of the Yokohama Concession, then try to create a scene that you have seen in the past. Even if it makes you have nightmares, you must see it with your own eyes.

He pulled out his phone, opened his browser, and searched for "how to make black flames."

Thanks for the almighty Internet.

In short, under Ma Shengqiu's suspicious gaze, Lan Tang looked at the phone with a smile on his face, which made Ma Shengqiu suspect that someone on the other end of the phone was making him laugh.

Ma Shengqiu also asked puzzledly, "Lantang...are you chatting with someone?"

Lan Tang replied: "No, I'm reading Fun Little Common Sense of Life, and it's quite eye-catching."

He remembered one more thing.

The role of his own supernatural ability "color painting collection" seems to be more than that.

That's right, it can serve as a laboratory.

Under Lan Tang's secret study and research, the black flame that appeared in the nightmare was successfully produced by using sodium lamps and drugs for flame reaction. In the "color painting collection", a decent howling wind blew up, and the space kept shaking, and the simulation was very realistic.

The tool man has successfully cried in fright in the subspace of the "color painting collection".

This is a scene from hell!

Until he got home from get off work, Lan Tang was a little distracted on the "chemical laboratory", carefully observing Qiu Ye, making sure that he, the former spy, did not show his flaws.

Ma Shengqiu also took the coat and took the elevator with him to the parking lot.

In the elevator, he asked hesitantly: "Lan Tang, you today..." Lan Tang's heart lifted slightly, and then he heard his lover say: "It seems that you have a fighting spirit unexpectedly."

Lan Tang said, "I found the painting you drew for me."

Aso Qiuya's eyes froze.

Lan Tang expressed his heart briskly: "I want to be the person in your heart."

By the way, solve the problem of returning home.

……

A year ago, Lantang's memory showed signs of recovery, but he remembered the acquaintance between himself and Qiu Ye, and made up the regret of love, but he couldn't think of more things about himself.

A year later, Lan Tang really felt the recovery of his memory.

He may have had a turbulent past.

In France, in Europe, in that buried life before the age of 19.

Lie.

—I'm just a little spy.

……

Today is still Aso Qiuya cooking, making a delicious meal regardless of national boundaries. In order to make up for the bad things he did in the past, Lantang took the initiative to share the housework and help wash rice and pick vegetables.

Ma Shengqiu also took a look at him, and said narrowly, "You look like a wife all of a sudden."

Lan Tang lowered his head and concentrated on his work and said, "Didn't you always say that I am your wife? It's not too much for me to do something that fits my status occasionally."

Ma Shengqiu was also suddenly sweetened.

Verbal hi is verbal hi, you actually admitted it!Super Evolved into a Wife!

With a good start to the atmosphere, Aso Qiuya also lit decorative candles at night, opened two bottles of red wine, and made the candlelight dinner look good.Since raising a child at home, Ma Shengqiu also ashamedly admits that the number of romantic dates between him and Lan Tang has decreased, and the conversation can never be separated from those things at home, and Lan Tang always holds parent-teacher meetings for him.

Ma Shengqiu also reflects on himself, and cannot make the mistakes of men, so that love becomes boring.

"Lantang, cheers."

"cheers."

Lan Tang thought it was just a normal drink today, but unexpectedly Ma Shengqiu also swallowed a sip of wine, and under the candlelight hinted slightly like an adult man: "Are you in the mood tonight?"

Lan Tang: "Pfft."

Ma Shengqiu also scratched his cheek: "Don't laugh, I'm afraid you're not interested."

Lan Tang ate Chinese five-color glutinous rice, sandwiched French prawns, dipped in Thai milky sweet curry and put it in his mouth. It felt good, so he sandwiched another piece.

"I'm always interested in Qiuya's body, and Qiu doesn't have to worry about it."

"...I'm not worried about that."

As for his face, Ma Shengqiu is also confident, and in terms of figure, he has practiced ancient martial arts under the supervision of Teacher Lan Tang and Natsume!

As a result of eating curry for a candlelight dinner, the two of them spent more time brushing their teeth at night.

The curry is heavy.

Eating it every day is easy to smell bad.

Lan Tang hates being told by others that Europeans have large pores and heavy body odor. He feels refreshed every day and knows how to avoid food and keep healthy, so why should he take the blame from others.

Ma Shengqiu also stood behind Lan Tang, smiling to see how he cared.

"Huh—peppermint flavor." He teased and blew into Lan Tang's ear, quite determined to satisfy his wife and let her return to the family.

In every word and deed, the two did not imitate anyone, their minds flowed smoothly, exuding the smell of dog food.

Lan Tang wiped off the water drops on his face, turned his head and kissed him.

"Come on, either I'll cry you in sleep, or if you have the ability, you sleep me until tomorrow and ask for leave!"

On the luxurious big bed in the bedroom, a certain head of the port mafia, who relies on his superiority, threw his frail and chilly cadre on the bed, and then staged a peachy scene of "hidden rules".

Lan Tang thought that the biggest source of stimulation today was the black flame, and he might have nightmares at night.

But he found that he wasn't that vulnerable at all!

Youqiu is also here.

Fire is no longer scary.

Under Aso Qiuya's connivance and love, Lan Tang straddled Aso Qiuya's body, snapped his fingers, and let the two subspace blocks restrain his lover's hands.

He puts the anxieties and worries of the day behind him and enjoys the joy that his partner brings.

He felt so stupid.

Conceal this, conceal that, maybe Qiu also knows that she is laughing at herself. There are so many useful external brains that are not used, so she has to find the truth by herself.

"Qiu Ye."

"Qiu Ye."

"Qiuya, I want to hear you call my name..."

Under the waves of calls and warmth, Aso Qiuya's life has no regrets.He has a beautiful and enthusiastic "wife", and they love each other deeply and fall in love with each other.

Ma Shengqiu also shouted: "Lantang!"

Lan Tang's cheeks were rosy and trembling slightly, but not because of the cold.

"It's another name... Shuya..."

"French..." Ma Shengqiu also sighed, with tender eyes, "Artille Rimbaud..."

Putting his hand on his shoulder, Lan Tang said bluntly, "Call me Arthur, that's what the French call people close to them."

Ma Shengqiu also held his breath, his nose was blocked by something.

Attil...

Incredibly intimate.

It shouldn't be something that liars should be cheating on.

He tilted his head so that his reddish eye sockets could not be seen, thinking, "I'm not used to it, let's call him Rimbaud."

Lan Tang didn't understand his situation, and begged him to call his name on the bed.

Ma Shengqiu also played dead.

People can pretend to be dead, but the body cannot.

hot.

heating up.

Lan Tang laughed hoarsely: "Your sexual fetish is too strange! Didn't I just ask you to call me by a name? Anyway, I am Lan Tang, and I am also Arthur Rimbaud——"

His eyes were clouded by lust, and when he said his name, there was something special about it.

Lan Tang lowered his head and liked to witness the appearance of his lover being conquered by him. Ma Shengqiu always looked at him infatuatedly, no longer calmly strategizing, that gaze would melt even a heart of stone, giving up chasing the freedom of the outside world, becoming A docile and cold partner in the other party's arms.

When he was squeezing Qiu Ye and was about to reach the peak, his brain suddenly went cold——

[I am Arthur Rimbaud. 】

Like a joke of fate, many things that he deliberately pursued appeared inadvertently, quickly overwhelmed his thinking, and impacted his excited nerves.

The memory of eight years ago hurts the brain.

[I am a supernatural spy in Europe, and my mission is to sneak into the enemy's military base and seize unknown "unknown energy blocks". 】

【This time is a very dangerous secret mission, there is no online, no liaison officer, and the information is seriously insufficient. I only have one partner. We entered Yokohama City by smuggling...】

[At the same time, we are all transcendent-level supernatural power users. 】

[He is my most important relative and friend. 】

【he's mine……】

[Lover. 】

Um? ? ? ! ?

God, what am I doing?

I sit on a stripped East Asian man?Ask for it?Got married in Spain last year?

I cheated? ! !

Lan Tang... Arthur Rimbaud's pupils dilated and lost focus.

Is-dao-no-yes-I-on-you-?

This—no—yes—ah!

……

When the person with supernatural powers lost control of his mind, the "Color Painting Collection" was interrupted.

Aso Qiu also turned salted fish over.

He clasped his lover who stopped for no reason in his arms, and let out a muffled grunt on the newly laid black silk sheets.

The opponent trembled even more...

He hugged his neck with such strength that he was about to strangle him to death.

"Take it easy, Rimbaud."

……

Ahhh! ! !