Started with a green hat for Verlaine

From this day on, Pierre Gringoire lived a life of exchanging poems with Aso Qiuya for money.

This is much easier than selling portrait rights to a painter as a model.

No need to sit there and maintain a posture.

It's also much harder than being a model.

A poet needs to sit at a desk and think hard about the content of the poem.

Pierre Gringoire tried to make things up and cover up the boring content with exaggerated words. As a result, he got the cold stare of Aso Akiya and a Desnel reward for sending beggars.A livre is equal to twenty sous, equal to 240 deniers!Even beggars will secretly dislike it.

The quality of a poem determines its price.

What's more, Pierre Gringoire took a detour in the original work, and drama is the talent of the other party.

Aso Shengqiu also cultivated Pierre Gringoire as if he was spending money to buy spiritual food, but the taste of spiritual food was not up to standard. He occasionally reminded the blond poet: "You can try to write drama."

Pierre Gringoire disagrees: "I think poetry is more in line with my heart."

Customers in the shop can sometimes see the figure created by Pierre Gringoire. Even if they don't appreciate such beauty, they are still unknowingly caught by the figure of the man who bowed his head and thought.

The owner of the cloth shop next door, an ordinary-looking young Englishman, often came to read poetry.

After reading it, if he thought it was good, he would tip the other party some money.

Pierre Gringoire did not want to accept it.

However, he quickly grabbed the money with his hand and stuffed it into his pocket with a calm expression, like a reserved nobleman.The British boss was amazed at his thick skin: "You may consider marrying Miss Esmeralda home, so that you don't have to worry about money. I can see that she is looking forward to your talent."

Pierre Gringoire said without thinking: "Marriage is the grave of depression!"

The temptation of a British businessman: "If you face the right person and don't fight for it, you may waste your life."

Pierre Gringoire squinted at him with piercing, romantic eyes.

The British businessman admired.

This is really a handsome man buried by the French people.

The poet should spend money like water, lie on the lap of the beauty, drink the wine fed by the beauty, eat soft and delicious French desserts, and live in a luxurious castle to spend his extravagant life.

But the reality is - he is so poor that he earns his living by selling poems, and no rich woman thinks highly of him.

"It's not love that is full of interests and calculations." Pierre Gringoire felt that the other party was meddling, so he said based on the reward, "What Esmeralda needs is a pure love. Give her the support to live in a foreign country." He has long seen through the conservative love concept of the orientals under the surface, and the clumsy companionship of deformed children, "People who cannot give, but desire to have, and are ugly themselves are whimsical.

Pierre Gringoire and the British businessman went to see Quasimodo who was busy.

The British businessman smiled: "Oh~!"

Pierre Gringoire had a tacit understanding of grasping the key points for the British businessman, "You see it too?"

"If you want me to say, there is no one in Paris who can't see it. Who doesn't want to be favored by beauties." The British businessman said naturally: "Esmeralda is like an oriental goddess of art, conveying to the world the truth, goodness and beauty. Noble character, so perfect that it doesn't look like a real person."

Pierre Gringoire paused, "It doesn't look like reality...?"

The British businessman said with a smile: "I have traveled to and from Europe, and I have never seen a second lady who is as beautiful as Esmeralda, kind-hearted, eloquent, and sincerely praises a deformed child."

Pierre Gringoire's train of thought was misled by him, and he said bluntly: "She doesn't have a good vision."

A British businessman said: "A man sees a woman differently than a woman sees a man."

Pierre Gringoire casually uttered the classic Playboy quote: "French people's love is never-ending, it's too lonely to stay for one person, if I say it's enough to be in love for the rest of my life, whoever gets married is a dog. "

The British businessman was overwhelmed with admiration.

He deserves to be the person who brought down the marriage rate of the entire French supernatural world to the lowest level in history by his own efforts!

"Next time, can you lend me a sample of your new work?"

"random."

Pierre Gringoire was very generous to the benefactor who gave the money.

On the bright side, Pierre Gringoire lived a good life from time to time, but secretly, Quasimodo failed to catch Gringoire many times, and the other party deliberately avoided him.

Quasimodo thought the other party was a nasty bug.

Pierre Gringoire thought the other party smelled worse and uglier than bedbugs!

For another person, Pierre Gringoire had long wanted to set a trap and assassinate the other party, but whenever he had the intention to kill Quasimodo, he had a premonition that he would not be able to kill the bell ringer.

As if something would go wrong if you killed it.

Avoiding Quasimodo for the third time, Pierre Gringoire restrained his killing intent and had secretly investigated the character of the vicar of Notre Dame de Paris.The cardinal who seemed to be upright and wholeheartedly serving the Virgin Mary was a nasty and dirty man with a lot of connections in Paris, and raising Quasimodo was one of his few good deeds.

Pierre Gringoire decided to go to Esmeralda.

There was no moon tonight, and Aso Qiu had just attended a banquet held by the nobles and sold his products. He was exhausted in the carriage and returned to his home behind the shop.

Yes, he lives in a shop in the business district, and he dare not live alone, there are servants guarding the shop outside.

After finally taking a hot bath, he sniffed his wrists and arms to make sure he didn't smell of sweat.When he was most relaxed, the door was knocked lightly twice, but there was no footsteps coming.

"Who is it?" Ma Shengqiu also froze for a second, and asked calmly.

"I, the poet who was picked on by you." The man's words sounded like singing, but the flaw was that it cost money.

Ma Shengqiu was also speechless.

The black-haired boy sitting in the tub stood up quietly, wiped his body with a towel, stepped out of the tub, and wrapped himself in clothes, "Gringoire, I can't see that you are still a gentlemanly poet."

"A man who disrespects women is immoral."

Without consent, Pierre Gringoire still did not come in, and gave Aso Qiuya respect.

Ma Shengqiu also felt less prejudice against him, and said with a smile, "Come in."

When Pierre Gringoire came in, he saw a clean and tidy oriental "girl" after taking a shower. She was sitting on a round stool with her hands on her knees, her hair was wrapped in a towel, and her neck was particularly slender. , It will break as soon as it is folded... This subconscious thought flashed through Pierre Gringoire's mind.

"Do you know the vicar of Notre-Dame?"

"Yes, Claude Frollo, he likes me very much, and has disgusting eyes."

"He sent Quasimodo after me."

Pierre Gringoire increased the danger of events.

Ma Shengqiu was also slightly surprised, looked him up and down, there were no injuries, and wondered: "Then why are you still alive?"

Pierre Gringoire knew that "she" sometimes had a bad tongue, "maybe I am stronger."

Ma Shengqiu also shook his head: "Quasimodo must have let you go."

Pierre Gringoire laughed, allowing "her" to fail in guessing, Esmeralda who can't guess a person 100% is much cuter than a wise man, and won't keep himself at a respectful distance.

"Do you wish Claude Frollo to disappear?" suggested Pierre Gringoire.

"...What do you mean?" Ma Shengqiu was suddenly uncertain about his attitude, worried that the French had different meanings.

"Let him die and set Quasimodo free," coaxed Pierre Gringoire.

"Really?" Ma Shengqiu also doubted, "Usually you are not good to Quasimodo, a person who hates Quasimodo told me - you want to help Quasimodo?"

Pierre Gringoire said: "I hate him, but I hate him even more when he was imprisoned in Notre Dame de Paris as a dog. Dogs should have their own dignity. They always wag their tails and beg for mercy. It makes people feel uncomfortable to watch. .”

Ma Shengqiu also quickly ran through the plot in "Notre Dame de Paris".

The poet's nature is not bad, but it is rare to sympathize with Quasimodo.

"Where's your little goat? Have you sold it?" Pierre Gringoire looked around the room, but he didn't see the little goat with white hair and golden horns. No wonder there was no extra smell in the room. .

"Jiali went to the sheepfold at the back." Ma Shengqiu also said softly, "I won't sell it."

Except for Jiali's idea at the beginning, when he became rich later, he stopped greedy for Jiali's lamb leg meat and raised the lambs in the plot. Anyway, if he has money, he can buy other lambs to eat .

In the ending of the original novel, the lamb Jiali survived and was rescued by the poet in front of him.

—The benefactor of the sheep?

Ma Shengqiu continued to rub his hair and said, "Tell me, what do you want me to do?"

Pierre Gringoire's observation ability is very good, and he found that Esmeralda has trusted him. Did what he just said have an effect?Why does it feel like you have borrowed the relationship of a sheep?

Pierre Gringoire said: "Once and for all, you fish him out, and I will take care of him."

Aso Qiuya's expression flickered on and off in the room without electrical appliances and relying entirely on candlelight, gentle and cold, with a sense of darkness that violated "kindness".

"No, that's too cheap for him."

"I want him to be ruined, to confess his sins to everyone, and spend the rest of his life to atone for his sins."

"can you do it?"

Ma Shengqiu also looked up at the tall poet with a smile on his face.

"Call me Pierre." Pierre Gringoire responded to "her" request with ease, "No problem, it's just a little more troublesome than killing someone."

Ma Shengqiu was also surprised.

Just a little trouble?Is your side job a killer? !

Pierre Gringoire said the second thing: "In return, I hope you can take Quasimodo out of Notre Dame de Paris and let him completely get rid of the constraints of religion... and even the state."

Ma Shengqiu also looked into those green eyes, "Pierre, this reason is very strange."

Pierre Gringoire smiled wryly, "I don't know why I want to do this, but—"

"Think about it, I'm going to do it."

Such was the style of Charles Pierre Baudelaire.

"Call me by my name next time, don't call me by my surname. My name is indeed more pleasant to my ear than my surname." Pierre Gringoire smiled gracefully, "Don't let Quasimodo see your appearance just now."

"Why?" Ma Shengqiu also asked back, not thinking that he did something wrong.

"He regards you as the best person..." Pierre Gringoire pondered, stopped talking for his unnecessary actions, and said freely, "Forget it, it is my conscience to help Quasimodo Dafa, set an example for the French."

Ma Shengqiu also criticized: "Stop being narcissistic, you should support yourself first."

Pierre Gringoire didn't care, and was about to leave after the conversation, but Ma Shengqiu didn't let him run away.

"stop."

"?"

"Moved the bathtub out for the lady, it was too heavy, thank you very much."

"..."

The French gentleman and Lao Lai silently looked at Aso Qiuya who was suddenly weak and helpless, sighed, and was forced to work as a laborer.

Ma Shengqiu also whistled in his heart when he saw his prominent figure when bending over and carrying things.

——French men are really good-looking.

——The big gold-eating family can't afford it, can't afford it.

He felt a little itchy in his lower back, and scratched his skin after taking a bath with his fingertips, but he couldn't turn his head to see the tattoo on his lower back.

That name was branded on him.

Only those closest to him can hug him and see him when he looks down.