Started with a green hat for Verlaine

Afterwards, the two ended their affair "smoothly".

Arthur Rimbaud didn't know how he spent it, his eyes were empty, his brain was so confused that he seemed to be infected with a virus, and entered a dead state.He escaped from life in the bathtub, his long hair floating on the hot water, and the white bath foam covered his slender body, leaving a little face for him.

The time spent in the bath was passing bit by bit.

The water temperature is slowly getting colder.

The other man had already taken a shower in the other bathroom and returned to the bedroom to wait for him. Arthur Rimbaud had a slight psychological shadow about going out.

He felt a little indescribable.

Resisting, soft, even though the spirit is weak, the body is also full of dependence on that person.

"How did I become like this?"

Arthur Rimbaud covered the expression on his face.

The protagonists who lost their memory in the movie are always on the verge of life and death when they recover their memory. At a moment of crisis, why is it the most exciting time for me to recover my memory in bed?

If he recovered his memory after they were done, he wouldn't be so embarrassed!

Social death scene!

A French transcender and a European supernatural spy lost his memory for eight years and married a Japanese man. If it was a simple marriage, he lost his memory, which is understandable. Even his own teacher would not blame himself too much, at most affect the relationship between self and partner.

The problem is that he was raised by a man as his wife for eight years!

I have eaten soft food for nearly eight years... Well, he was lazy for the first two years, and then he had writing fees and job wages, so he couldn't be regarded as a complete slacker.However, due to the pampering of the man, he spent far more money than his own income level, so he really couldn't say that his good quality of life had nothing to do with Ma Shengqiu.

In Yokohama, Japan, he actually lived like an aristocratic family in France.

suffer?

nonexistent.

He was severely injured in the explosion, and he had a hard time recovering from his injuries. In the following days, under the meticulous care of Ma Shengqiu, he regained himself and got out of the plight of amnesia.

Arthur Rimbaud has two memories at the same time, one is just recalled, his own life experience as Arthur Rimbaud from childhood to adulthood, and the other memory is the eight years when he lost his memory in Japan, during which there were big and small things It is extremely clear and constantly confirms with the first half of life.

"Do I usually write poetry?"

"When did I become an amateur poet?"

"I had conflicts with Paul in Japan, did I go to drink coffee in a bad mood?"

"When did I go to Japan eight years ago—?"

"Where is Paul?"

"Why didn't he find me?"

"What about France, why didn't they come to rescue me? Have I been forgotten by them? Those politicians don't even care about the lives of the transcendent?"

The French transcendent in the bath became more and more disturbed as he thought about it. He should have resisted Aso Qiuya in embarrassment, and then forcibly regained his sanity and looked at the whole thing from an objective and indifferent perspective. This is in line with a top-level The psychological quality of spies.

But he couldn’t do it. It’s been a long time since he left his last job, and the two memories were not completely connected. The broken crack in the middle made him dizzy and psychologically uncomfortable. He knew that he had to solve the chaotic state , otherwise - schizophrenia is waiting for him!All kinds of mental illnesses will tear him into two people!

There was a knock on the bathroom door.

This sound, like hitting Arthur Rimbaud's heart, froze his body like an electric shock.

Ma Shengqiu was also worried that his lover would fall asleep while enjoying the bath, and that the other party had such a criminal record.

"Lan Tang, did you fall asleep in the bathtub again?"

"..."

"If you don't speak, I will go in."

"..."

Arthur Rimbaud closed his eyes and wanted to give up struggling, the pain in his head seemed to have eased a little.

Who said that - as long as you don't bother your brain, your brain won't hurt.

however.

He didn't want to choose to pretend to be asleep.

He is a man with his own dignity and pride, and he cannot accept with peace of mind that his body is washed by others, and then he is carried back to bed to rest like a coquettish lover.

After a few seconds, Arthur Rimbaud said softly before the door was pushed open: "I'll be right away."

He supported the bathtub, stood up with a slightly sore waist, and rinsed the foam on his head and body.It took him 10 minutes to strap on his bathrobe and walk out with a towel wrapped around his head.Ma Shengqiu also expected that he would not have time to dry his hair, so he plugged in the hair dryer in his hand, sat on the side of the bed and said, "Come here, let me dry your hair for you, sleeping wet is not good for your health."

I've done everything, and I'm not afraid of physical contact anymore.

Arthur Rimbaud found an excuse for himself and silently accepted the care of the other party.

Under the warm air and low-level noise of the hair dryer, it seems to be chaotic.

Being a orchid is bliss.

With a stable job, a happy family, a considerate lover, and staying away from dangerous espionage missions, every day he spends lavishly, it seems that he can't empty Aso Qiuya's wallet.

If love is a net, it almost caught Lan Tang's entire being.

Arthur Rimbaud couldn't forget that he was recovering his memory. When he was the most impulsive and irrational, he didn't dare to hurt the other party. The hand holding his neck lost his strength after the other party cried out for pain.

too frightening.

He became a strange self.

So confused.

How could he love someone so much that he couldn't open his mouth to say no.

According to the normal situation, the first thing he should do is to push the person away and sort out the memory, instead of being softly possessed by the person all over his body, causing his back to ache.

"Lantang, what are you thinking, so engrossed?"

Aso Qiu, who had blow-dried the other party's hair, also squeezed Lan Tang's shoulder and massaged him once or twice.

Arthur Rimbaud looked sideways.

"I'm thinking about...poetry books..."

The published poetry collections "Letters of the Psychic", "A Season in Hell" and other scattered poems came to Arthur Rimbaud's mind, so real and touching the soul.

His heartstrings loosened, and he suddenly accepted the fact that he did not know when he had written poetry.It must have been during those spare hours of work that he became interested in writing poetry, and was no longer satisfied with simply reading poems from all over the world, but wrote those impromptu "fragments".

"I've been working hard lately, are you so inspired?" Ma Shengqiu himself hoped that Lantang would write poetry instead of chasing some memory.He wrapped his arms around the other person's waist, took him to the bed and lay down, it was getting late, "I'm waiting for your masterpiece."

Arthur Rimbaud lay down and asked calmly, "How long have we known each other?"

Ma Shengqiu also calculated the time of fraud in the sage state.

"Eight years, eight years and seven months."

this time...

Arthur Rimbaud's memory pieced together a relatively complete process.

In January eight years ago, it was snowing and the weather was very cold. He and Paul Verlaine stowed away on a ship at a different time and came to Yokohama, Japan together.

Yes, it's January... He's well prepared to keep warm with earmuffs and a scarf.

He had a little conflict with Paul at that time.

What exactly...

Paul seemed to criticize the French government, hated the long-term espionage mission, and held an indifferent attitude towards the world supernatural war, which was inconsistent with his own concept of supporting France's victory.

At that time, he tried to persuade the other party, but he just quarreled a few words after persuasion, so he was inevitably a little emotionally blocked.

after that.

Did I meet Qiu Ye when I was relaxing?

The lights in the room were turned off, and in the peaceful sleeping atmosphere, Arthur Rimbaud felt the man's soft breathing and irresistible warm embrace.

Arthur Rimbaud was in a mess.

I flirted with a Japanese guy without breaking up with my ex-boyfriend?

Am I a playboy who looks at my face like this?

Well, there is nothing wrong with looking at the face. Paul is very good-looking, and Qiu also likes the aesthetics of Europeans. It is not surprising that I would accept the pursuit of such a gentle and harmless Japanese.

Arthur Rimbaud looked serious and touched the wedding ring on his hand.

Hopeless.

already married.

Admit it, I really teased the Japanese.Even though Paul might have been deliberately angered at the time, no one expected that there would be an explosion at the military base, causing him to lose his memory tragically.

... I wonder if Paul survived?

relatives and friends!

Even if they break up and cannot be lovers, the friendship that was born and died in the past is not fake.

Please forgive my cheating, I'm sorry for you.

Artille Rimbaud was heartbroken and suffered from insomnia. When he closed his eyes, Mr. Baudelaire's disapproval, his colleagues shook their heads and sighed, and they were enjoying watching the play.The most frightening thing is the old partner Paul Verlaine, the man who looks like a Norse god looks at him coldly.

【Artier Rimbaud, you scumbag. 】

For a moment.

Arthur Rimbaud would rather be a French sea king, so that he can stand on two boats.

Strong smile.jpg

After eight years of separation, marriage can turn into divorce, not to mention the state of love...

The French have always had a hard time being single-minded throughout their lives.

……

In the morning, Arthur Rimbaud did not get up.

strike.

Ma Shengqiu was also shaken by his ability, did I really sleep with Lantang?

"Lantang? Do you have back pain?"

"No."

"That means you didn't sleep well at night?"

"sleep good."

"You just don't want to go to work???"

"Ah."

Arthur Rimbaud will not let go of yesterday's jokes, and he is not in the mood to go to work in the port mafia. He can go on strike every day, and stay away from those Japanese acquaintances for the time being.

Ma Shengqiu also had a mournful face: "Without Lantang, my work would be very boring."

In the past, Osamu Dazai would entertain him!

Arthur Rimbaud didn't open his eyes, he didn't want to show a strange gaze, buried his chin in the quilt he was holding, and said in a sleepy tone: "Thank you, if you insist on getting me up, I can come back in the morning Once, refresh me."

Ma Shengqiu was also dazed, clutching his waist, and silently shed tears.

It was exhausted yesterday.

Arthur Rimbaud knew the daily situation, and he deliberately mentioned this, he knew that Qiu was also a responsible leader of the organization, and would not be too greedy for life in bed.

Ma Shengqiu also went to work, leaving a jinjila who walked in through the crack of the door and jumped onto the bed at home.Long Er was taken home and slept on the cat climbing frame outside last night.

Arthur Rimbaud watched it deftly squeeze itself under the covers, claiming territory from him.

He raised his hand and rubbed its head.

"brat."

Animals that eat and drink have the least worries, but humans can never get rid of worries.

Arthur Rimbaud turned over, opened the bedside table, found a spare new mobile phone, unlocked the combination lock, and prepared to search for news about the bombing incident that year.Looking at the tragic old photos on his mobile phone, his eyes were empty, and he lay on the bed and recalled the explosion of the military base. He watched a "beast" burning with black flames that surpassed human cognition at close range.

There was cold sweat on his forehead, his limbs were frozen, and he shivered suddenly.

"what--"

He curls up.

The brand of fear that seemed to burn the body appeared with the memory.

"What is that terrifying thing on the other side - missiles, thunder, and volcanic eruptions can't attack the subspace of the other world, and the gap is torn open by the black flames -"

"I can't understand it, I can't fight it, I lost so completely."

With this loss, he lost the pride of the transcendent, his partner's whereabouts were unknown, and he failed to complete the mission of the motherland.

"Qiu Ye."

"I'm so cold—you forgot to turn on the air conditioner."

……