Started with a green hat for Verlaine

In Shakespeare's bookstore, reunited lovers are embracing, and Osamu Dazai is working as a light bulb.

Osamu Dazai went to look at the books on the bookshelf, and whistled: "Keep a low profile, the boss is going to drive someone away."

Ma Shengqiu was not willing to let go, and hugged Arthur Rimbaud tightly, without saying a word, kissed his French lover who returned to China for the first time in eight years, and many guests laughed in the quiet bookstore.

Arthur Rimbaud's face was hot, but the not-so-breathable human skin mask made him react - he changed his "face" and didn't look very good-looking.He pushed Qiu Ye and said calmly, "Let's sit down and talk."

Aso couldn't wait to squeeze Dazai away and sit beside Arthur Rimbaud.

Osamu Dazai immediately shook Arthur Rimbaud's gloved left hand.

"I don't want to cling to him either."

Aso Akita thought, Osamu Dazai and Arthur Rimbaud?Transcendent's supernatural insulator?He watched the physical contact between the two, nodded with a smile, and simply put Dazai Osamu between them, and stretched out his hand to stop them, just like a family of three, Dazai Osamu twisted his body unwillingly, "Qiuya, You sit on the opposite side!"

Ma Shengqiu also smiled brightly and said, "Let me hug you. When you grow up, the number of times I can hug you will be even less."

"We are brothers."

"Zhijun."

The black-haired man held Dazai Osamu involuntarily, and hugged the two of them.

Osamu Dazai looked at his face that was similar to his own, slightly discouraged, even trying to deny it seemed hypocritical.

[We have no blood relationship at all. 】

[Europeans are face-blind, so they treat us as brothers. 】

Sitting in the middle of people's resistance, Osamu Dazai went to listen to Aso Akiya's conversation that seemed to be reunited after a long time. At this moment, even Arthur Rimbaud's response was extremely soft, elegant and intellectual, continuing the feelings in the country, Dazai Zhi could see the undiminished tension in Arthur Rimbaud's grip on Shuya's palm.

Osamu Dazai looked at the empty seat opposite. Lucy Maud Montgomery woke up in a daze, sat on the chair and rubbed her eyes, with a cute look who didn't know what happened.

Osamu Dazai pouted.

Fortunately, he thought she could be a bodyguard, but it turned out that she might be a paddler.

Arthur Rimbaud forgot his desire to keep a distance, and looked at Qiuya who was overly enthusiastic.

"What happened in the past half a day, why can't I get through your phone?"

"A little accident."

"You've been staying at Notre Dame?"

"Ah."

Aso Qiuya gazed tenderly at the disguised Arthur Rimbaud, and he was unmistakable. As soon as he saw the person sitting next to Osamu Dazai in the bookstore, he knew it was his partner who had been caring for eight years with love.

"Is it a supernatural ability——" "Hush." ​​"Qiuya!" "Look at me, I saw you in peace, there will always be a little episode in life, don't be nervous, take a deep breath." "You——" Ah Till Rimbaud was dumbfounded by what he said, imitating what he said, took a deep breath, and said after suppressing his anxiety: "Let's go to the hotel to talk."

Ma Shengqiu also said, "Okay."

He took out a sticky note and wrote a message with the signature pen he carried with him.

Arthur Rimbaud and Osamu Dazai looked down.

[Shakespeare and Company is a good place to read books, and I hope to see your masterpieces in the coming year. 】

【——Your readers. 】

Artille Rimbaud's eyelids twitched at the combination of the name of the bookstore and the words of the play.

He had the feeling of encountering a strong enemy.

Shakespeare?Is that pigeon spirit who writes amateur dramas nearby?

"Dazai, show your gentlemanly demeanor and help Lucy for me, let's go to the hotel."

"……Oh."

Dazai stared at Lucy with dark pupils under his eyelids.

Lucy Maud Montgomery, who worked as a kid in the world of Notre-Dame de Paris for a year, was at a loss and didn't understand how she fell asleep. smell.

Afterwards, Lucy Maud Montgomery was taken aback by Osamu Dazai's eyes, and quickly patted her skirt to stand still.

"I can walk without help!"

In the best hotel in Paris, the door of the master bedroom of the presidential suite was closed, and there was no way to relieve the painful lovesickness than skin-to-skin contact. Arthur Rimbaud did not refuse Aso Akiya's request.In other words, Arthur Rimbaud was moved by Ma Shengqiuya's apprehensive and longing eyes before showing any intention of refusal. The Frenchman, who is deeply affectionate in his bones, embraced him and returned safely after realizing that he had fallen. lover.

After taking off his clothes, Arthur Rimbaud spread out his wavy black hair like black cosmos, and said narrowly, "Why do you want me all of a sudden? Do you need me to take off the mask?"

"No need." Akiya Aso put his fingers against Arthur Rimbaud's lips. The love of an oriental person can be as hot as a fire, or as gentle as a lovesick bird that stays by your window and sings crisply.

"As long as your eyes love me, no matter what your face is, I can recognize you."

"You are the one I have loved for eight years."

Ma Shengqiu also talked about his love, Arthur Rimbaud bit his fingertips, his melancholy eyes exuded the tranquil halo of the Seine River, "I forgive you, don't go to dangerous places for me again place."

Ma Shengqiu also said: "I entered a mysterious Middle Ages in Notre Dame de Paris."

Arthur Rimbaud's attention was immediately diverted, "The Middle Ages?"

It sounds like a space-type or spiritual-type ability.

Ma Shengqiu also pushed him down on the bed, and the already familiar male body stretched out, without much getting-in-hand, the two of them, who were completely old couples in a sense, had an unparalleled fit.

The depression in Arthur Rimbaud's heart was so rushed, his throat rolled, and he gasped slightly.

He put his shyness behind him.

"Be clear—don't whet my appetite, I want to know the truth."

"The truth is that I guarded myself like a jade for you, lost my memory, and never met anyone in the Middle Ages in France. I vaguely remember that I loved someone and tasted the taste of love."

"What's love like?"

Arthur Rimbaud went to push Akiya Aso's hair, insisting on knowing what Akiya was thinking.

"Sweet, with a bit of sourness in the nose."

Aso Qiuya's eyes were rippling, and a smile spread from the bottom of his eyes to the corner of his mouth, "You are my first love."

Fantasies are fantasies, the person he really fell in love with was Lan Tang, Arthur Rimbaud!

Arthur Rimbaud pinched his nose, "You love my soul so much? You don't even care about your face?"

Naturally so.

Being loved feels different.

You can be willful, you can lose your temper, and you can tell that person everything you like and dislike.He will dote on you and want to talk to you and share happiness with you all the time.

Perhaps, being apart is not such a bad thing.

At least one person can see clearly the reasons for their despair and fear.

Crossing the borders of Europe and Asia, two people with different skin colors and different classes

The soundproofing effect of the bedroom door is good, Dazai Osamu can only hear a little intense movement with his ears close to his ears, and there is no weeping sound of Mr. Lantang showing weakness in his imagination. Mr. Lantang took the initiative, and his enthusiasm is surprising.

Lucy Maud Montgomery gave him a perverted look, "Are you eavesdropping?"

Osamu Dazai didn't look back: "I'm studying."

Lucy Maud Montgomery was startled.

Osamu Dazai stroked his chin: "It turns out that when dealing with sensitive Europeans, you should talk less and do more."

Qiu also said a lot of good things, but it is not as good as sleeping for once.

Love is born in close contact.

Is it the same as having a baby?

With home and love, there will be ties and reasons that cannot be separated for a long time.

Qiuya, you can be regarded as cheating Arthur Rimbaud with love.

The night lights in Paris were bright, as if covered with a layer of golden makeup, Ma Shengqiu also took a nap, propped his arms, leaned on the pillow, watched the night scene for a while, and then went to see Arthur Rimbaud in his arms.

The long-haired French beauty returned to her hometown, saw her lover, tasted love, and fell asleep.

There is no sorrow in the dream, and the face is pure.

Ma Shengqiu also brushed the hair on Arthur Rimbaud's lips with his fingers, feeling that the other party is not like a spy at all. For the safety of the motherland, he can walk on the edge of life and death and go to other countries to steal information.

"You love France, I love you, I only have you...will be by my side for the rest of my life."

The children will grow up, Jinjila Longji will grow old, the best peer he pursues is the other party, even if the other party is the most dangerous love object.

"After all, I came to France with you."

Aso Qiu also interlocked the fingers of Arthur Rimbaud's other hand, and the ring symbolizing the only love is still beautiful.

On the first anniversary of marriage, there is only a French local real estate short.

Ma Shengqiu also showed a sly smile.

……

Arthur Rimbaud woke up, it was already late at night, he was hungry, and there was something in his mouth that wanted to drink water.

He subconsciously groped towards the bedside table, and touched the water glass with his fingertips.

is warm.

Arthur Rimbaud smiled knowingly.

He didn't worry about being empty and no one was around, so he shouted hoarsely after drinking the water: "Qiu Ye!"

Outside the room door, Aso Qiu, who was ordering supper for Dazai and Lucy, also opened the door and came in, blocking Dazai who was probing behind him. In Dazai's view, this was definitely Mr. Lantang's most charming moment.The memory of the transcendent has been restored, and the experience and pride of many battles have cast a person's soul backbone. Arthur Rimbaud has disheveled hair, a quilt on his waist, sitting on the bed holding a water glass and looking at the night scene, the corners of his lips curled up The arc of nostalgia.

When Arthur Rimbaud turned his head to look at them, the golden makeup of Paris was dotted into the pupils, making the golden green eyes filled with thousands of lights, countless romances and yearning for life.

"Qiuya, Zhijun, I'm hungry, who can give me a staple food and red wine."

Aso Qiu also brought out a plate of steak and a glass of red wine.

Osamu Dazai offered the mango pudding that he hadn't eaten, and a baked snail full of fragrance.

Lucy looked at the family at the door of the bedroom, and was deeply envious. No wonder Mr. Fitzgerald and Mr. Akiya Aso were friends, and they both loved their family with all their hearts.

Why does she always meet such happy people.

Why did she no longer see misfortune, but things that could make people jealous.

Lucy jumped off the sofa and found a special spoon for dessert from the table full of snacks, "You men are just not careful, you need to use a small spoon for dessert!"

Look, I also know how to live a good life.

……

In Shakespeare and Bookstore, the creator of a drama that has never been seen before is sitting in the corner, lighting an oil lamp, looking at the note in his hand in a retro atmosphere, and then he puts the note into the oil lamp and ignites it, leaving ashes .

"Looks like I should go too."

The supernatural ability has been restored, and I have finished watching a story, but the end of the story is not clear.

Victor Hugo kept him from hearing the last conversation, and William Shakespeare picked up his draft book and said cheerfully in the dim candlelight: "Artistic processing!"

He decided that if Victor Hugo did not write the story, he would write their play himself.

Quasimodo and Esmeralda?

No, no, in his eyes, it is the story of two transcendents in France and an oriental man.

Taking advantage of the night and the fact that the French government had no time to deal with him, William Shakespeare left a tip to the owner of the bookstore, and headed to the airport dressed in starlight and night.His robe was raised, his hair was scattered on his shoulders, and he was curled up in a playful little way, leaving a glimpse of his figure for the passers-by in Paris at night.

Britain's overachievers slipped away.

The recovery of Victor Hugo, one of France's leading figures, was a matter of secrecy.

Charles-Pierre Baudelaire took over the matter with full authority, suppressing the disturbance of the disappearance of tourists from Notre Dame Cathedral for half a day. There are many supernatural stories in Paris, just find a reason to press it.

At this time, an expensive private hospital is arranging a medical examination.

Victor Hugo had no accidents. His consciousness was confused for seven years, and his incarnation Quasimodo rang the bell in Notre Dame de Paris, and his ears were once mutilated.Compared with the freshness of the world seven years later, he needs to check his body, after all, he is no longer a young man who can pretend in any way.

Victor Hugo looked at the physical examination report in bewilderment: "Check the hearing, eyesight...you can understand the liver function and kidney function, why did you check me for sexually transmitted diseases?"

The doctor excitedly looked at his idol, who was a legend in the world of French supernatural powers!

After seven years of disappearance, Victor Hugo returned with the same style as before.

"Mr. Hugo, your body is very good and normal in all aspects. Seven years have not left many marks on your body. I think Mr. Baudelaire arranged a comprehensive physical examination for you for your health. "

In another inspection room, the famous French "Flower of Evil" came out with an indescribable lightness on his face, as if relieved from a heavy burden.Charles-Pierre Baudelaire was a big man of the same period as Victor Hugo but a little later, and he is now one of the powerful people in the upper echelons of France.

Charles Pierre Baudelaire smiled undisguisedly. It was rare to see a person as gloomy as the Dark Night Forest so bright, which made the deep dark green in his eyes less palpitatingly cold.

"I knew I didn't..." His voice was muffled.

Then, he said firmly: "From now on, all my lovers will come to you for a physical examination."

If he had syphilis, wouldn't his reputation be ruined in this life?

This will be laughed at for life!

Charles-Pierre Baudelaire walked towards Victor Hugo, who had a gentle expression and touched the latest medical equipment, took the report and checked it, and said with satisfaction: "Welcome back intact, I was still wondering what would happen if you were deaf, blind, or deformed."

Victor Hugo said: "A good word need not be so euphemistic."

Charles Pierre Baudelaire sneered: "Whoever said something nice to you, I have always hated you, seven years have passed, and you still think you are the internationally awe-inspiring Victor Hugo ?"

Victor Hugo looked at the mean man in surprise, the man had never dared to speak to him like this before.

"Charles, I remember you wrote me letters of admiration when you were young."

"No such thing."

"In my memory..."

"You remembered wrong!"

Charles Pierre Baudelaire dragged away Victor Hugo, who was not a good example for his predecessors.

He said darkly: "Go to your house, I want to have a good chat with you."

Victor Hugo confused: "Why not yours?"

Charles Pierre Baudelaire took it for granted: "Someone is watching my house. If it weren't for the lack of money, who would handle the 'spiritual' task of Notre Dame de Paris."

Victor Hugo hesitated for a second, then asked calmly, "Is my house cleaned?"

Charles-Pierre Baudelaire opened the rear door of the car and pushed him in so that no one could see the troublesome face of Victor Hugo.

"The government still has some money."

For example, every time the bank collects debts, he dares not seize his house, and even asks for the money back in a loud voice.

"Charles, your temper has turned bad, you must be the one who gave me the scarf in the supernatural world."

"Thank you, my companion, my comrade in arms."

Victor Hugo smiled at him.

Baudelaire, who saw it through the rearview mirror, let out a low laugh, fastened his seat belt, and started the vehicle, "Seven years after the war ended, seven daring guys signed the armistice agreement on the heads of all the heads of state. It’s a great feat, it’s a pity that you missed that scene, but I still have the video, you, an old man stuck in the past, should keep your eyes open to see the new world.”

"Is this world a good place?"

"Not so good, good and evil, some people fall, some people work hard, it changes every day."

"Ah... It seems that it is a bit difficult to keep up with the times..."

Victor Hugo looked at Paris without war outside the car window, and heaved a sigh of relief. His face that had not been affected by the years was reflected on the car window, and it was no problem to lie to people that he was in his 20s.

a new beginning.

It's a pity that Esmeralda has no love for him. If you can't be a lover, just be a close friend.

His heart was slightly sour.

Such a beautiful person... must also love a beautiful person...

These tangled thoughts can be summed up as a sentence of grief in the heart of a straight French man.

——Why is Esmeralda who saved me male?

……