Started with a green hat for Verlaine

Ma Shengqiu also received a letter from a beggar. The envelope was dirty and stained with dirt from the other party's hands.

He sniffed carefully to make sure there was no mischievous urine smell.

"Hygiene in this era..."

He didn't dare to have too much hope, and decided to make gloves and masks as soon as possible to isolate bacterial contamination.The saddest thing is the self who advocates the importance of bathing. Because of the lack of clean water and charcoal to heat hot water, he soaks cold water with linen cloth and wipes his body at most every day, instead of taking a hot bath in the bathtub. .

Compared with being unclean for a short period of time, he is more afraid of catching a cold and having a fever in January.

Opening the envelope, Ma Shengqiu also walked to the well-lit window, and took out a folded paper from inside. The French cursive characters on the paper were unexpectedly beautiful and moving.

With a novel smile on his face, he read the content of the poem: "Who wrote the poem to me?"

"To Mademoiselle Esmeralda..."

This is a hymn that is not enough to amaze Aso Qiuya, but it is above the level. The disgusting hymn in it makes Aso Qiuya, who has turned into a women's clothing tycoon, full of black lines.

The expression of beauty by foreigners is pure and straightforward.

Not tactful enough.

If you have to comment on this poem, Ma Shengqiu also thinks that the handwriting at first glance is the most beautiful.

The young traveler whose face was bathed in the sun did not know that there were similar cursive characters on his lower back.

Ma Shengqiu was also surprised to see the signature at the end of the poem.

"Pierre Gringoire? The poet?"

In the original book, following Esmeralda, it was discovered that Quasimodo and the archdeacon wanted to kidnap the gypsy dancer they liked, but they didn't have the courage to be a hero to save the beautiful poet.He remembered that the poet had a good ending, did not harm anyone, tried his best to save the lamb Jiali, and found a direction to brighten his talent—tragedy creation.

One is a poet by profession, but he tried philosophy, architecture, alchemy, astrology and other fields halfway, all failed, and finally flexed his muscles in drama.

"Has he been caught by the beggars?" Ma Shengqiu also frowned, and turned it to the other side. There was indeed an affectionate distress letter on it, indicating that if he did not go there, he would be hanged.

Half a day later, Pierre Gringoire suppressed the kingdom of beggars, and stunned all the beggars with the strength of one enemy to one hundred, as if seeing a god descending from the earth.The handsome god, the gentle robber-poet, robbed the beggar king of five hundred sous and a few deniers, the popular currency of Paris.

This is equivalent to the annual income of a middle-class French knight.

Pierre Gringoire played with the only livre in the currency and weighed it.

"Barely able to live for a while."

Although he wanted to say that one day is not enough to let go of his hands and feet, and it costs five sous to buy a pair of better shoes, but after thinking about it, he has no way to find opportunities to eat black every day, which is against his way of life.

【save money. 】

The word first came to Pierre Gringoire's mind.

Pierre Gringoire didn't want to treat himself badly, so he commanded them to restore the previous scene. Anyway, these beggars had dirty faces, and they could get up quickly even if they were knocked down.

"Boss!"

"Your Majesty Gringoire!"

The beggar king has the backbone to recognize Pierre Gringoire as "the new king".

Pierre Gringoire stuffed River, which was not available to civilians, into his pocket, and said, "Don't be afraid, I won't stay with you, and you don't need to ask me to do anything. The defeated have no right to order me." .”

When Ma Shengqiu also wrapped himself in a coat, hid his face, and hurried to the designated place, he saw a Pierre Gringoire who was different from the description in the original book.The other party was the blond man he caught a glimpse of inadvertently in the crowd. If it wasn't for the lack of gorgeous clothes, the missing hat on his head, the soles of his shoes were about to wear out, and the bad ropes tied on his body, he would be in line with people's expectations of aristocrats. imagine!

The atmosphere at the scene was a little weird.

The beggars surrounded Pierre Gringoire without punching or insulting Pierre Gringoire.

Ma Shengqiu didn't care about these, and raised the letter in his hand: "Who wrote it?"

There seemed to be black marks on the face of Beggar Kingdom, and he said in a vicious voice, "You want to save him?"

Ma Shengqiu also said politely to them: "Yes, gentlemen and ladies in the corner of Paris, I can't stand a poet dying in a place where he can't display his talent, please let him go."

The beggars in the corner are male and female, some are ugly, some are coquettish, and they can't help but feel the kindness of each other.

Before meeting the real person, you can come to an appointment for a stranger!

As expected of the person who saved the deformed child yesterday.

The Kingdom of Beggars heard the melodious voice of the oriental dancer, and suspected that the poet was fishing for beauties.

"Sister, you can take this unwanted man away!" The beggar king wished he could kill the poet and see him continue to stay on his own territory, "You have to keep him! According to our rules, you can't abandon him." He, he is your husband, you can't divorce him for four years, that's it - take him away quickly!"

Ma Shengqiu also said: "I am an Oriental, and I will not marry a Frenchman."

The beggar king didn't care so much, he mentioned the poet who was sitting there motionless and silent, watching the oriental dancer thoughtfully, and pushed him to the place where the "girl" was.

The beggar king said cruelly: "You don't want it, and neither do others. If you object to me, you will kill him!"

Ma Shengqiu also supported the stumbling blond man, and the beggars all ran away.

He was stunned.

Is this a theater stage?How can you leave so quickly?

The poet whose hands and feet were bound was tall and tall, far superior to those malnourished civilians. Ma Shengqiu also took a closer look. His blond hair was a little greasy and knotted, his snow-white cheeks were stained with dust, and he looked like he hadn't bathed for a few days.

Even so, it was difficult to hide the beauty of the blond man, a person who could rely on his face for a living.

Very good, this person's appearance can threaten himself as a man.

"Hello, good Esmeralda."

The poet smiled at "her".

"Sir, thank you for your praise of my character. Your poetry is very average. I just help you out of kindness. Please take what they said just now as a joke. I have no money to support you."

Ma Shengqiu also answered the man softly, and after speaking, his stomach grumbled.

The money ran out, and he had planned to go to the court to make a living at noon.

He didn't blush at all.

Hearing the hungry grunt of "her", the poet smiled in his eyeballs, and the blue color of his pupils was like a deep dark green. He said unhurriedly: "My name is Pierre Gringoire, a poor poet. , as you can see, I am writing to you for help, and the poetry is made up on the spur of the moment, what do you think I look like?"

Ma Shengqiu also wanted to fight his narcissism, but he said sincerely when he said: "You are the most beautiful Frenchman I have ever seen."

These days, who wouldn't give preferential treatment to good-looking people.

The poet's eyes suddenly lit up, and a strange ecstasy permeated the dark green.

Aso Qiu also felt cold behind his back.

If the poet's eyes were downcast and sad just now, now the poet is full of energy and radiant, as if he said something wrong?But there should be no problem with my own aesthetics.

The poet grabbed Aso Qiuya's hand, and said affectionately regardless of his rejection.

"Thank the Virgin Mary for sending you to save me."

"I must treat you to dinner!"

If you say that, I'm ashamed to say no.

Aso Qiuya's footsteps were nailed in place, and he said in confusion: "Mr. Gringoire, are you rich?"

The poet said: "I have money, enough for us to eat and drink, help me untie the rope."

Afterwards, vegetables, fruits and roasted swans in Paris filled the dining table of the two of them. Aso Qiu also repeatedly asked the other party if he had any money to pay, and got a positive answer from Pierre Gringoire.

Ma Shengqiu hadn't eaten meat for several days, and his stomach was longing for food with strong seasoning.Even if he saw the roast swan cooked in the dark in his previous life, he could still secretly drool over the smell of the swan's meat.

Compared with Aso Akiya's eating speed, Pierre Gringoire is much more elegant. He can use simple table knives and spoons flexibly, so as not to grab the meat with his hands and send it to his mouth.Ma Shengqiu also subconsciously slowed down, imitating the behavior of the other party. By the way, he was helpless because there were no forks in France in this era.

Pierre Gringoire took the initiative to chat with him: "What tableware does your country use?"

Pierre Gringoire couldn't see the expression on Ma Shengqiu's veiled face, but he clearly saw the other party's pleated black eyes, which were proud of the motherland .

"It's chopsticks."

"Long thin sticks made of two pieces of wood or bamboo, which can be used to hold vegetables."

"Mr. Gringoire, I swear it's better than the tableware in my hand!"

Pierre Gringoire struck out: "Can the 'chopsticks' you speak of cut through swan meat without getting your hands dirty?"

Ma Shengqiu also hesitated, adapting to the situation: "I haven't tried it, I don't know."

Humph.

Swan meat is not tasty, but you French people like to eat it!

As his body returned to his youthful state, Ma Shengqiu also regained the feeling of adolescence,

What a beautiful thing to be young.

After eating, Pierre Gringoire settled the bill, and Ma Shengqiu also saw how much he paid. Ma Shengqiu also calculated the local prices and the money from the original owner's performance in his heart, and confirmed that the two had eaten it. The living expenses of the common people for three months, I don't know if it is enough for him to use the lamb Jiali to offset the bill.

Ma Shengqiu also felt a little owed, and couldn't control his mouth after spending so much money.

Pierre Gringoire noticed the concern of "her" and changed the subject: "I saw you took Quasimodo away yesterday, why didn't he accompany you today? It's too unsafe to be alone."

Ma Shengqiu also said: "He has returned to Notre Dame de Paris, and he was the one who rang the bell last night."

Pierre Gringoire subtly sarcastically said: "Go back? He abandoned you?"

He had an indescribable anger towards Quasimodo.

On the one hand, he almost went to save someone on the day of the execution ground, on the other hand, he had a good impression of the oriental who saved Quasimodo instead of him, and the other party saved himself from going against the kingdom.

Ma Shengqiu also became familiar with him, no longer treated him as a stranger in the plot, and gave him a blank look.

"Quasimodo doesn't owe me anything. Compared with the bell ringer who has a home to return to, you still pay attention to the speed of spending money. Don't treat people to such expensive meals. I will find an opportunity to pay back the money. Here it is, I hope that when I see you next time, you won't be so downcast that a rich woman will take care of you."

"The rich woman doesn't want me."

Pierre Gringoire shook his wallet, and there was still a lot of money in it.

Suddenly, Ma Shengqiu, who was about to leave, also saw his wallet. With an idea, various ways of making money from scratch came to mind, "How much money do you have left? Do you want money to make money?"

Pierre Gringoire was dumbfounded.

Under Ma Shengqiu's unbelievable gaze, Pierre Gringoire gave him the wallet.

The poet's attitude towards money is extremely free and easy, and his charm is overwhelming.

"Take it and use it."

The man's finger touched Aso Qiuya's veil, took it off, and put it back on for "her".For this "newly married" wife, the man is satisfied, and at the same time, he is even more satisfied with the fact that neither party likes marriage.

"It doesn't matter if you spend all of it, just treat it as a reward for divorce after four years."

"..."

Aso also solidified.

I'm not married yet, where did the divorce come from? !

You are thinking so far!

Pierre Gringoire walked away with a smile, smelling the sour smell of people on the street, never covering his mouth and nose, he didn't care what to eat tomorrow, whether he had money or not, but he was interested in the beauty's glare .

Since Esmeralda is so sure of making money, he can look forward to it for now.

——Whether it is disappointment or joy, whether it is delicious or rotten food, it is a part of life.

——Precious virtue, you are a flower in the mud.

……

"A Fool's Life": Life is not as good as a line of Baudelaire.

——Akutagawa Ryunosuke.