Started with a green hat for Verlaine

On Sunday, tired Mori Ogai went on vacation.

Ma Shengqiu also acted as a considerate big boss for a while, and gave the other party a three-day vacation as compensation.

Ranpo Edogawa, Chuya Nakahara, and Osamu Dazai started their cooperative homework: to test the professional level of a middle-level member of the port mafia, and to accumulate merit for the other party to become a quasi-cadre.

Ma Shengqiu didn't plan to interfere with their homework either, as long as his subordinates could bear it, it would be no problem to be a quasi-cadre.

If he can't bear the lethality of the three of them joining forces, he will also explain to Lan Tang.

Aso Qiuya: "After all, I'm not a devil."

Thinking of this, Ma Shengqiu was also very happy. He bought the manufacturer of Pozi soda for the children of the family, and after investing in it, arranged for the manufacturer to research a series of exotic flavors, such as dishwashing liquid, washing powder, spicy Curry-flavored, red-wine-flavored, and herring-flavored wave sodas are all arranged, and one flavor is released a year, so that people can keep their "expectation value" forever, and don't have to worry about when the producer will go bankrupt.

At the same time, the launch of the investment plan in Paris paved the way for him and Arthur Rimbaud to live in France in the future. People don't fight unprepared battles, and love doesn't live on fantasy.

Ma Shengqiu also sat for a long time, couldn't help touching the slightly itchy back of his suit, feeling so happy that someone could punch him.

"My wife is too enthusiastic."

Lan Tang accidentally scratched his back with his nails yesterday.

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Arthur Rimbaud began to frequently enter and leave the headquarters and the chief's room, and slowly transferred the work to his direct subordinates, destroying the traces of his spies when he was outside.

He found his important work handbook, and the place where he hid it has changed over time, but luckily he didn't lose it.

Looking at the handwriting of that year, the French intelligence agent could recall himself who was in charge of the education of "Black No. 12".The other party was sleeping on the bed of the hotel, like a cub just out of its shell, full of mistrust and doubts about the world, his appearance was just a 15-year-old blond boy.

"It records Paul's past, and it cannot be picked up by others. I can do it for him... that's all. I hope he can untangle his heart one day."

The teacher refused to let him see his partner, and Qiu also distrusted Paul Verlaine even more. The apartment at 289 Rue Jacques was full of dust, which proved that the man had started his life again.

Obviously, they thought there was something wrong with Paul.

Although Arthur Rimbaud was cold-hearted, he was unwilling to delve into the matter of his partner. He heard from his teacher that Paul, who failed in the mission, returned to France to receive punishment.

"Paul, I'd be better off if you left."

"I would like to bless you."

During the eight years in Japan, Arthur Rimbaud had not had a hard time, and it was not difficult to let go.

He has always had a tinge of kindness in his heart.

Whether it is for children or minors, he rescued Paul Verlaine, taught him, destroyed all the materials for him, and hoped that no one would know about his past so that he could become a human being.

Even if you can't do it.

But there are still sweet dreams. Arthur Rimbaud felt indebted to the past with Paul Verlaine. Thinking about their love carefully, it was more like giving each other temporary warmth.

When he asked Paul Verlaine if he loved him, the other said "no".

But he thought it was duplicity.

How naive.

Relatives and friends never disdain to lie, always sitting alone in a room under the night, silent, empty, with light and dim eyes, as if a beautiful person cannot condense a substantive soul under the skin.

I can't be the anchor for Paul as a human being.

Arthur Rimbaud smiled helplessly, chose to put it down, and turned his head to look at the window on the street.The glass reflected his 30-year-old face as if he was 25 or [-] years old. His long hair was loose and curled around his waist. His facial features were much colder when he straightened his face. This is the best age for a Frenchman.

"The teacher said that Qiuya's spirit is not right, did I bring it?"

"He lied to me—"

"The guilt that kept him going for eight years?"

"The teacher is worried that if I expose him directly, he will break down because he is too tense. He wants me to find out his old background little by little, keep this love, and bring him back to France as soon as possible."

"If there is a problem, according to the teacher's personality, he will directly imprison Qiuya."

"This is the consistent behavior pattern of teachers."

What Arthur Rimbaud was thinking was beyond Aso's expectations.

How difficult is the word "tolerance".

For ordinary people, it is difficult to pick up and put down, for those who transcend, it is to bow their heads, surrender to their feelings, and tell the whole world-I can't get rid of this person who deceived me.

Aso Qiu was still immersed in the situation where Arthur Rimbaud restored all his memories, and he would exchange one with Paul Verlaine at the limit. He was too scared. He had been afraid for eight years, worried that when he woke up, it would be nothing but a dream. Nothing he did could erase the gap between himself and Paul Verlaine.

He hid Chuya’s photo album in his safe house, Aji’s deciduous teeth, Edogawa’s hair that fell out at random, and the glass beads that rolled into the corner, and kept some memorable life that Lantang discarded. thing.

Finally, there are those Huaguo tickets that cannot be used.

He is like a humble mouse, hoarding things that he thinks are precious, secretly having fun by himself.

Being human is hard work.

……

"Qiuya, how many days have we been together?"

"Eight years and five months, in a few days it will be eight years and six months."

【Jie Jie...he remembers clearly and told the truth, but what you want to know is definitely not the answer. Human love is so illusory, it's ridiculous that people still believe in such things. 】

"Doesn't the number of days of pursuit count?"

"Cohabitation counts."

【Jie Jie...】

"Did you fall in love with me at first sight?"

"Ah."

[The so-called love at first sight is all about human beings' love at first sight. 】

"Qiuya, did you first like my talent or my looks?"

"All of you."

【lie!lie!Liars of love, no human would love everything about another human!Look at yourself in the mirror, is it perfect, is there nothing annoying about it? 】

"The Truth of the Punishable Devil" is quite harsh, making people want to kill it.

Fortunately, the devil does not understand the human heart.

How could it know that some lies are the seasoning of love, human beings are not people who can trust each other by telling the truth, and appropriate lies are the love of human beings for their partners.

Arthur Rimbaud would ask Shuya Aso once every few days. The questions were very random, and the clever Qiuya would not find out that something was wrong. They used to tease each other in bed.

"Does Shuya's back hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt."

[Skin pain, disgusting!Don't ask the devil such questions again! 】

Arthur Rimbaud's fingertips slid over the man's back, the spine was slightly concave, with a sexy curvature.

His fingertips rested on the tattoo.

It is said that the person who tattoos for love will also be the first to wash off the tattoo.

He believed that Qiu would not either.

"Akiya, what kind of person is Arthur Rimbaud in your heart?"

"The one and only windbreaker."

This time there was no need for a lie detector, Arthur Rimbaud believed that Ma Shengqiu would also say something, with such a look of hope and brilliance, his eyes were full of slyness and pride, as if to say——I caught the wind.

Arthur Rimbaud smiled and planted a kiss on his eye.

I thought I was mountains, rivers and lakes, and occasionally fragile stones, but I didn't expect that in your heart it was the wind.

You don't need to catch the wind.

I stay in your habitat for you.

——At that time, I said that I recovered my memory, and you cried, was it regret and pain?

——Akiya, you are a coward.

under the bed.

The French tool man hid there expressionlessly, stopped breathing, stopped beating, like a corpse, waiting for the dog of the "Color Book" to force the user to take him back.

"After this year, I will quit the port mafia. There will be no more Lantang in Japan. I will be with you as Arthur Rimbaud of France."

What Arthur Rimbaud said on the bed gave Ma Shengqiu great satisfaction. If it wasn't for a sliver of reason that held him back, he would have liked to retire on the spot.Ma Shengqiu also smirked for a moment, then suddenly asked in bewilderment: "Wait...Lan Tang, you canceled your identity, what about our marriage certificate in Spain?"

"Re-register."

"Isn't that a second marriage?!"

"Uh……"

"Lan Tang, I don't want a second marriage! Let's keep that marriage certificate!"

"I'll think about it again..."

Arthur Rimbaud was conflicted about the marriage certificate, and he didn't want the Spanish government to find out that he was alive, which would help him hide in the French government.

Ma Shengqiu also threw Arthur Rimbaud down, and said with a smile: "Anyway, no one knows about you."

Arthur Rimbaud pinches Shuya's nose.

"I gave you eight years, don't disappoint my feelings."

"Ok!"

"There will be no next time, Qiuya."

"next time?"

Does it mean that they agreed to keep the marriage certificate of the two?

Ma Shengqiu also thought about it, and faced Arthur Rimbaud face to face, with their foreheads touching each other: "No."

Arthur Rimbaud touched the pillow, which was a thick book.

"Akiya has been reading medical books recently?"

"It's not pure medicine, but it's more story-like. It tells about the birth process of penicillin and the wonderful records of treating syphilis patients. Bloodletting therapy, leech therapy, virgin therapy, mercury therapy... none of them are useful. I think Europe saved it in my previous life. Only then will the world be strong enough to survive.”

"..."

Lucky European in your mouth, sleeps in your bed!

Arthur Rimbaud frowned and protested racial discrimination: "Don't watch this kind of content, if you have the ability to read your black history in Asia!"

Ma Shengqiu also said proudly: "We don't have a so-called black history in Asia."

He changed the subject and said slowly.

"Only history."

……

As soon as the "Book of Songs" comes out, who will compete with it?

As soon as the "Tao Te Ching" came out, it carried out the thought of Taoism for thousands of years.

For 5000 years in the motherland, Tang poetry, Song Ci, Yuan Quming novels have accumulated a lot of splendid cultural heritage.

In this world, people born in China can proudly say something to their compatriots in the third dimension.

——Our texts are so much less.