Started with a green hat for Verlaine

At the end of October, the border of the former Yokohama Concession.

Arthur Rimbaud has disposed of the contents of the old house and is still unsure of where he lived.

This is the first property where they lived together, and every tile has their information left. If someone can read the information, they will see the wandering posture of Arthur Rimbaud when he first lost his memory.

Ma Shengqiu also said calmly: "Don't hesitate, burn it."

Arthur Rimbaud looked sideways and asked back: "I remember you are the most nostalgic. The old house could have been sold to make a fortune, but you would rather keep the reduced price house in your hand."

Ma Shengqiu also clenched his hand, pointed to Yokohama Mirai Port not far away and said with a smile, "Look, the value has increased again."

Arthur Rimbaud was convinced.

Ma Shengqiu also said: "For our future, a residence is nothing."

The flames hadn't burned yet, and the oil hadn't been poured in yet, but the black-haired man's eyes were already blazing with fire. He was so firm and determined, without any feeling of indecision that Arthur Rimbaud considered indecisive.

"Lantang, I suddenly thought of a sentence."

"What is it?"

"You kill, I set fire."

Ma Shengqiu is no longer a person who has not even cast a name certificate with both hands, and his smile is slightly dark and cheerful.

"It's a pleasure to do evil with you."

The meaning contained in this sentence violates the moral values ​​of peaceful times.

but--

Arthur Rimbaud laughed, and understood what Shuya had proved to himself-human beings yearn for excitement and crime, and are rebellious in their bones, even if it is the wrong thing.The golden light flashed, and there were several more oil barrels on the ground beside his feet, exuding a strong smell. Ma Shengqiu also lifted the oil barrels, which were quite heavy.

Ma Shengqiu also walked inside.

Soon after, a house burned, and the raging fire did not spread to the surrounding area, but no firefighters came to rescue. The efficient fire department of Yokohama City was like not receiving the fire alarm that the citizens called 119 to report.

Aso Shuya and Arthur Rimbaud stood at the door of the former house, witnessing the burning of the flames.

Suddenly, Ma Shengqiu also dropped the metal lighter in his hand.

He took out a pack of cigarettes that he seldom smoked, took out one, casually held it between his fingers, and lit the cigarette with the oily flame.Then, under Arthur Rimbaud's eyes, he took a puff of cigarette for the first time, exhaled softly, and brought the cigarette to Arthur Rimbaud's lips. The slightly wet cigarette holder had an erotic ambiguity.

"Lan Tang, let's commemorate the taste of our first cohabitation."

Arthur Rimbaud opened his lips and sucked the cigarette, even with such an indescribable grace.

A cigarette is a man's romance.

When Arthur Rimbaud finished his cigarette, he threw the butt into the flames, destroying his body.

He didn't feel uncomfortable at all, and he hasn't smoked for a long time.

"Let's go, go to the next place."

"Huh? That one-family house is going to be burned too? At least let's leave it to Luanbu."

"Take the item, don't burn it."

"That's good."

Ma Shengqiu also readily agreed that he and Lan Tang had three properties where they lived, and it would be fine to burn one.

The first place is their small nest alone, and it doesn't feel bad if it burns. The second place is their slightly larger house, but a stray cat squeezed in.The third place was the longest and largest villa they lived in, let alone Aso Qiuya, Arthur Rimbaud himself was reluctant to touch a single cent.

Back at the villa, Ma Shengqiu also got Lucy’s French travel composition which was a headache.

Ma Shengqiu also read carefully, not to criticize, but to encourage after reading.

"When you return to the United States, you must also strengthen your reading and writing. I am waiting for you to become a writer. By then, the Bunhao Airport in Yokohama will open, and all published writers will be able to fly to Yokohama for free."

"free?!"

Lucy pricked up her ears to hear the crucial point.

A child from a poor family is already in charge of the house. If you say it is free, she will be energetic!

Aso Qiu also said with a smile: "Yes, there are free air tickets, the VIP room and passageway of Wenhao VIP, to ensure that every writer who travels and lives in Yokohama has the best experience."

Several boys in Qiuya's family pretended not to eavesdrop, and they had a bit of understanding in their hearts. It was wonderful to use this trick to attract writers from home and abroad to Yokohama.Yokohama Airport honors writers and lets them walk under the envious eyes of others. Even those who have not written will have a strong yearning.

On October [-]th, Lucy returned home under the protection of the tool man sent by Arthur Rimbaud.

Her suitcase is full of dank confectionary from Yokohama.

America is like a dream.

After the trip, Fitzgerald asked her how she felt. Lucy stood with her chest folded, raised her head to look at the boss she had never dared to look at, and replied, "I have seen a wider world!"

Fitzgerald found that she had become more confident, and was quite satisfied: "Is there anything you want to tell me?"

Lucy said firmly: "No, I don't know anything, and it's useless if you force me!"

Fitzgerald was not angry, and shook his head with a smile. After going out with Ma Shengqiu, he became a loyal fan of the other party. It is really hard to imagine how much his friend's personality is.

"Lucy, keeping secrets is hard work, don't regret it if you choose this path."

The smile of the American investment tycoon reveals the coldness of an adult.

It is exhortation and education.

"Whether it's my family's secret or Qiu Ye's family's secret, don't let me hear a little bit from the outside, otherwise I can't promise you what will happen to you."

Stubborn Lucy couldn't help shivering.

Mr. Fitzgerald had done what he said, and she couldn't admit defeat at this point.

She said loudly, "Don't underestimate me!"

Fitzgerald looked at her for a while, and pushed a formal contract in front of her. In fact, he has not yet signed any legally binding bodyguard contract with this little girl.

But this time was different, he felt that it was time to keep the person and heart of the other party.

"Sign it, be my daughter's bodyguard, and be my—"

"Subordinates."

……

With the arrival of Halloween in [-], Ogai Mori became the younger brother of Akiya Aso and Yukichi Fukuzawa, and received the salary of the port mafia, showing a bitter expression of suffering.

Because of his rich life experience, Alice has written countless notebooks.

Recently, she accidentally fell in love with Fukuzawa Yukichi x Mori Ogai.

what?

This is called Teacher Mori's empathy, she doesn't love the cp of her boss and subordinates, but falls in love with the serious senior and the cunning and sentimental cp?No, no, this is adding a character to the Shura field of love!

Alice writes with spirit, and inspiration gushes out like boiling water.

The ability to grow has crossed a hurdle.

Mori Ogai is puzzled, can writing cultivate the strength of humanoid abilities?

He secretly read the novels written by Alice, all of which were made up with gorgeous and exaggerated words, and the characters of himself and Ma Shengqiu alluded to in it were also distorted in character, seven parts false and three parts true, not very familiar People can't tell who and who it corresponds to in the slightest, which makes him dumbfounded.

"Alice-chan~, Halloween gift pack! I bought a holiday-limited foreign dress!"

"No, I don't wear them."

"Please, I must wear it. It's super pretty. I spent a lot of money queuing up to make it for you."

Mori Ogai cried and knelt down in front of his loli.

"You are too noisy, it affects my writing." Alice threw away the pen angrily, "If Rintaro can tell me how many times Shuya can do in a night, I will wear it for you."

Mori Ogai immediately betrayed the big brother: "Three to five times a night, no more than seven times."

Alice was surprised: "Isn't this okay?"

Mori Ogai's expression was strange: "Who made his partner a romantic Frenchman."

Japanese can.

The French said no, please make persistent efforts.

Alice bit the tip of the pen, said "Oh", and asked abruptly, "Where is Rin Taro himself?"

Mori Ogai shed tears of sorrow.

Social animals are not worthy of sex, and are not worthy of insurance compensation for people with different abilities.

"Alice, I only like you!"

"Pervert Rintaro!"

On the day of the festival, the atmosphere of Halloween in Japan was far less intense than that in Europe. Arthur Rimbaud missed his teacher and talked to Charles Pierre Baudelaire.

"Teacher, happy Halloween, I hope I didn't disturb you and your lover's holiday life."

"No lover, some bachelor in my house interrupting my date."

Baudelaire contemplates Hugo who is smiling beside him.

Arthur Rimbaud didn't comment on what was said, and instead said: "I have dealt with most of my traces in Japan, and I haven't canceled my identity yet. I would like to ask when the French same-sex marriage law will be established."

Baudelaire said: "Before this, you can first understand that the number of newborns in France is declining every year, and the social environment has not reached the level that allows same-sex marriage to occur."

Arthur Rimbaud: "Ah this..."

Baudelaire vetoed his idea: "Not so soon."

Arthur Rimbaud was disappointed for a second, then cheered up, "I apply to keep my Spanish marriage certificate."

Baudelaire sneered: "Whose opinion?"

Arthur Rimbaud said: "Mine."

Baudelaire was slightly dissatisfied with his behavior of being infected with love brain: "Attil, it's just a fake name. You can use your real name to go to other countries to register marriage, don't be limited to what is in front of you."

Arthur Rimbaud changed his reason: "Qiuya put assets in my name before."

Baudelaire said casually, "How many assets?"

Arthur Rimbaud: "Choya said that I can live comfortably for ten lifetimes."

Baudelaire fell silent.

After a while, Baudelaire said uncertainly: "Ten lifetimes? How much is your annual consumption?" Then, Arthur Rimbaud reported a figure that surprised Baudelaire to the teacher .

Baudelaire was shamefully moved.

The son-in-law is so rich and affectionate, he put all the money in the student's name!

As a teacher—he has to support him no matter what!

Baudelaire said reservedly: "I see, you can figure it out first, and don't need to ask me to apply."

Before the phone call ended, Arthur Rimbaud clearly heard the laughter of other men coming from the teacher, and seemed to be saying, "Why do you still expect Esmeralda to support you..."

Esmeralda?

Who is this female name referring to?Is it Qiu Ye?

Arthur Rimbaud always felt that he was missing something interesting.

But so what, he has all the love of Aso Qiuya, fearless, and love gives him the courage to return to France, allowing him to find a support point in the chaotic memory.

"Qiuya, on Halloween, remember to play the man in the bandage suit from last time. I prepared bandages and suits for you and Zhijun. You two are perfect together."

"...You forget about my shameful attire!"

"It's not ashamed, it's pretty good-looking, you two brothers have no blood relationship but are like brothers."

Arthur Rimbaud said the words that made Aso Shuya so embarrassed that his toes were on the ground, his eyes inadvertently looked at Nakahara Chuya, Nakahara Chuya was dressed as a little devil, standing next to Edogawa Ranpo and Dazai Osamu, Like the three demon kings in chaos, the other party resembles his partner Paul Verlaine invisibly.

Two pairs of...beautiful siblings?

This excludes Mr. Luanbu, so he can only follow his own hair and eye color to compare.Arthur Rimbaud smiled at such a coincidence, blood was indeed not the most important connection.

"Nakaya-kun, come here and try a golden wig to match your blue eyes."

Home is always happy.

Letting the brain forget all those unpleasant things is also a kind of self-protection instinct.

……

There are more festivals at the end of the year.

November 24th, Thanksgiving Day, a holiday created by Americans to thank God.

The hotel with the best night view in France, Paul Verlaine habitually sat alone in a quiet room, turned off all the lights, looked at the city outside, and reflected the subtle light on his body.

This is the place where human beings live, the lights of the city.

He looked for things that resonated with him in the gathering place of human beings.

Unfortunately, no.

He bought a new version of the novel that made him cry last time, but he couldn't get back the emotion he felt when he was reading it in the apartment. It was sad like a human being, but somehow he was happy when he recalled it.

When the morning bell rang.

Paul Verlaine obtained the survey results from a Japanese informant after a month: "Mr. Verlaine, I investigated for you boys who were born on April 29 in Yokohama City. According to your request, their age range is 12 years old. In the meantime, the eligible information will be sent to your private mailbox."

"En." Paul Verlaine responded lightly, with a low voice, causing the person on the other side of the phone to ask a few more questions in doubt, and he hung up the phone directly, saving the boring politeness.

Paul Verlaine downloaded the email messages in his mobile phone, his eyes were dull, and he was not particularly looking forward to it.

"It's just going to be a constant disappointment."

"How could you live the life of an ordinary person...you are destined to be used...you are a humanoid weapon, no one will give you a free life..."

The information of Japanese boys with the same birthday passed through the eyes of the blond "God".

The emotion in the eyes of the blond "God" became more and more invisible.

Vaguely want to give up.

When he saw a sunny boy with orange hair and blue eyes, the dim light in his eyes was suddenly lit up, his pupils were like needlepoints shrunken, meeting the dusty memories in his mind, a wonderful and warm smile appeared on his face bloom.

"is it you?"

"For eight years, someone deliberately concealed your information, which made me lose my clues. I once thought I lost you."

"Our hearts are connected, which led me to find you."

"younger brother……"

"This is the biggest gift I've ever received on Thanksgiving."

Paul Verlaine felt an indescribable feeling. Is this surprise and happiness?

Japan, Qiuya's home.

Nakahara Nakaya, who played games all night yesterday, stayed in bed for a while, and got up before being late for school in a daze. He spurned Osamu Dazai, a guy who didn't go to school, and used aggressive methods to make himself stay up late!

Immediately afterwards, he found that he couldn't find yesterday's homework book, and shouted in panic.

"Dad! Help, my homework is here!"

"A homework book? I saw a similar thing this morning... It seems that Azhi took it to graffiti, saying it was the price you lost in the game yesterday."

"What—? Mackerel!!!"

There was also the roar of an angry dragon in the Central Plains.

In the end, in order to hand in his homework, Nakahara Chuya knocked on Osamu Dazai's door in a low voice, begging bitterly.

"Dazai, I can't live without homework, the teacher will punish me to stand..."

"You called the wrong person."

"elder brother!"

"Wrong, it's uncle!"

"@#￥%@#!... Uncle, give it to me." The bastard mackerel, the guy who needs to be beaten.

This is the dignity of junior high school students letting go.