Started with a green hat for Verlaine

The French courier sent it directly to the port mafia downstairs.

The lady at the front desk saw that it was a courier for Lan Tang's cadres. After going through the explosion-proof safety inspection, she called the owner of the courier, "Mr. Lan Tang, you have a courier from France."

In less than a moment, Arthur Rimbaud took his own things, went back to the chief's room, and opened the items Baudelaire sent him in front of Aso Qiuya: poetry collections, portraits, and rings.Aso Qiuya's eyes fell on the ring, his face was slightly condensed, and before Arthur Rimbaud found out, he smiled again: "Master Baudelaire sent you these things? Didn't I prepare any gifts for you?"

Arthur Rimbaud took off his gloves, threw them on Qiuya's desk, put the old ring on his middle finger, confirmed it with the ring finger's wedding ring, admired himself, and suddenly said: "Qiuya, you know Is it? In the West, men wear rings on each finger with different meanings.”

As a traditional male in his previous life, Ma Shengqiu has never been exposed to this concept: "I only know that couples who are passionately in love wear ring fingers or middle fingers."

Arthur Rimbaud chuckled, and caught the other party's pigtail: "Let me tell you about the meaning, the ring finger of the right hand is in love, the middle finger is in love, the index finger is single, the little finger is rejection of love, and the left hand is in love." The ring finger is married, the middle finger is engaged, the index finger is unmarried, and the little finger is unmarried."

There was a chill in Aso Qiuya's heart.

He hastened to recall which hand he had first put the ring on Arthur Rimbaud.

Left hand!

Left ring finger!

Because he watched TV dramas and news, the couple rings were usually worn on the ring finger of his left hand, and he completed the whole process of unilaterally expressing love under the urging of his subconscious without thinking too much.

According to Lan Tang, their initial ring should be worn on...the ring finger of their right hand?

Aso Qiuya's fingers trembled slightly, and he said narrowly with a characteristic rational smile: "It seems that when Lantang accepted my ring for the second time, he was already planning to marry me."

Arthur Rimbaud looked at him purely: "How do you ask me to reject you?"

Ma Shengqiu was also flustered.

Arthur Rimbaud put the black hat on his head, played with it for a while, and asked: "Does it look good on me?"

Ma Shengqiu also nodded instinctively, and praised vigorously: "Lan Tang wears a hat very gracefully!"

Arthur Rimbaud said: "Qiuya, this is an early gift from the teacher. I'm afraid we won't be able to spend Christmas with peace of mind. Returning the things to us also means that you have passed his review."

Ma Shengqiu also wanted to smile happily, but the smile could only reveal half of its brilliance.

Because—the ring is missing.

Lan Tang didn't find out?

Ma Shengqiu thought so too, and Arthur Rimbaud, who actually tidied up the drawers, said: "The first ring you gave me may have been put away by the teacher, so prevent information from leaking."

Arthur Rimbaud gave a reasonable explanation, but he didn't care, anyway, the teacher would give it back to him.

He opened his stick figure portrait.

Because of the filter of love, he doesn't think that the young man with blond hair and blue eyes in the portrait is another person. The clothes in the portrait are clearly his own, um, his low-key appearance when he first came to Japan.

"Qiuya, how do you plan to spend Christmas Eve and Christmas, let alone you have to work overtime?"

"How is it possible, it's not my turn to work overtime!"

Aso Qiu also speaks righteously.

After discussing with Arthur Rimbaud for a while, Aso also decided: "Let's go to Yokohama Minato Mirai to spend Christmas Eve. Seeing that it won't snow recently, I will send someone to prepare tools for artificial snow."

Arthur Rimbaud's kiss fell on his cheek, and he said affectionately: "Good."

Ma Shengqiu also let go of the tense heartstrings.

Surely I don't know.

Lan Tang would be so happy to spend Christmas Eve with him, how could he remember the mistake of wearing the ring for the first time.You must know that Lan Tang's memory...it is confused, Lan Tang has forgotten the evidence against him...

It was as if Ma Shengqiu had eaten a bitter candy in his mouth, and at the end of the bitterness, he returned a little bit of sweetness.

His eyes brightened for the sweetness.

This look stayed in Arthur Rimbaud's mind, even when Arthur Rimbaud returned to the cadre's office to train his direct subordinates, he did not forget it.

Arthur Rimbaud laughed alone under the incomprehensible gaze.

[Autumn also. 】

【You look so cute when you're nervous. 】

After laughing, Arthur Rimbaud lost his interest again. The love he longed for is not perfect after all, and there are flaws in it that he needs to forget in order to be complete.

Saturday, the famous Christmas Eve in the West, is the day before Christmas.

The major shopping malls in Yokohama have collective promotions to celebrate Christmas Eve. The streets are full of red, green and green ornaments. Although it has not yet snowed, there is no shortage of white snowflake patterns in the glass windows.

After seven o'clock in the evening, the city of Yokohama entered the night.

Snowflakes come from the sky.

Passers-by who went shopping tonight were surprised. On Christmas Eve in [-], they saw the most extravagant artificial snow. The entire Yokohama Mirai Port was covered by a large area of ​​light snow.

Aso also walked with Arthur Rimbaud, leaving the others to play on their own.

Ma Shengqiu also asked his lover for credit: "Lantang, how are you doing?"

Arthur Rimbaud put his hand to his lips, let out a breath, and played out his fear of the cold so vividly.

"It's snowing, it feels so cold."

"..."

"I'm lying to you. It must have snowed when we first met. Is it as beautiful as today?"

"...Yes, it looks better than today."

"Well, yes, the effect of artificial snow is limited."

Arthur Rimbaud looked up at the sky, the snowflakes seemed to melt into the bottom of his eyes and the tip of his nose, icy and cool, lacking some natural leisurely feeling compared to real snowflakes.

Ma Shengqiu didn't answer the call, and conjured a red peace fruit from his hand.

"Lantang, Ping An Guo, I wish you peace."

"Thank you Qiuya."

Arthur Rimbaud took a bite of the Ping An fruit, paired with a custom-made Christmas scarf around his neck and brown elk earmuffs, the whole person was so elegant and cute that Aso Qiu could scream softly.

Arthur Rimbaud squinted at him: "It was you who hid my white fur ball earmuffs."

Ma Shengqiu also thought to himself that if he didn't hide it, it would be impossible for you to cooperate like this.

"I want to see Lan Tang wearing these earmuffs, once a year."

"understood."

Arthur Rimbaud took another bite of the Ping An fruit as an autumn, and the Japanese like to be careful.

No wonder Japan leads the world in certain special industries.

Arthur Rimbaud's slander obviously couldn't be known by Aso Qiuye. He pretended not to notice Qiuya's many flaws, and liked the feeling of teasing him.

He poked it, and Qiu Ye blew his hair a little.

Compared with myself, Qiuya is the endangered small animal in the country that needs to be protected.

Arthur Rimbaud visited the bustling Yokohama Minato Mirai. The convenient payment everywhere and the fact that he can go out without carrying a wallet made him seem to see a new era leading the world.

"Cho is amazing." Arthur Rimbaud said the same words many times.

"It's okay." Ma Shengqiu also followed his gaze to see the people in the store scanning the QR code.

"Although it is the trend of the times, but manpower is stubborn, I can only promote it in Yokohama City, and I can't worry about it in places further away. Kumamoto Prefecture is even worse than here."

"This is Japan...the world of chaebols, if you don't become king, you have to bow your head."

Such remarks made Arthur Rimbaud puzzled.

Arthur Rimbaud asked: "Hasn't Shuya planned to become a chaebol?"

Aso Qiu also smiled slightly: "The basic point of a chaebol is the family. Without the accumulation of two generations and the efforts of three generations, it is impossible to become a Japanese chaebol. Why should my family members struggle for money all their lives?"

Akiya Aso's pride and excitement are always reflected in different places.

"I want them to live for their ideals!"

"Money, they don't need to think about it, I can just think about it. I will let my loved ones have a good life without worrying about food and clothing, but they will not become rice bugs. I want them to shine in this world and leave footprints!"

"Lantang, including you, I want you to release a greater light for me—"

"I want you to shine on half the sky like a shooting star."

The black-haired Japanese man has ambitions in his eyes that are definitely beyond the reach of people from small countries.

That is a pursuit that has risen to a very high spiritual level.

Arthur Rimbaud was astonished.

He had some enlightenment, some indescribable feelings, he once thought that Qiu also liked his beauty and strength, although this was also true, what Qiu also wanted to see was his soul.

"Qiuya, the expectations you have for me even feel the pressure."

"Would that be the motivation?"

Ma Shengqiu also smiled at him, his hands were tightly connected, conveying his determination to catch him.

Arthur Rimbaud stroked Shuya's cheek with his right hand.

snow day.

The two kissed on Christmas Eve.

The bell of Christmas is ringing in the warm and romantic time. All five buildings of the Port Mafia in the distance are lit up. The lights are brightly lit for one night, and the Ferris wheel is changing with colorful neon lights.

Among the crowd, Paul Verlaine looked at Arthur Rimbaud this Christmas.

The person who always seems to feel something when his eyes are touched, forgets everything around him, and immerses himself in the world of two people in love, as if the black-haired man in front of him is his everything.

A young Japanese man.

The other party was about the same height as Arthur Rimbaud, with clear and slender eyes, and an indescribable gentleness.

In Yokohama, Japan, the current leader of the port mafia - Aso Qiuya.

[It's not a humanoid ability. 】

There was a light smile on Paul Verlaine's face, and a certain corner was slightly empty.

People who live with relatives and friends are not so-called drivers, let alone wishful thinking tools. Relatives and friends have found a new relationship in Yokohama City, and that person is an ordinary person who is not a person with supernatural powers in intelligence investigations.

This person has extraordinary abilities.

Otherwise, based on his understanding of relatives and friends with high vision, Arthur Rimbaud would not look down on ordinary people.

so--

Why did relatives and friends stay in Japan for eight years?

Artificial snowflakes fell on Paul Verlaine's eyebrows, leaving a trace of coldness.

He drifted with the crowd, walked in the streets of Yokohama Minato Mirai where there was no rubbish, looked at the "Yokohama Concession" that had been filled with the explosion pit, his beautiful blue eyes reflected Christmas, he could see everything in the world, but Confused by the fetters and changes of all things in the world.

[You... aren't it for me? 】

Once upon a time, the person who said he loved him fell in love with someone else.

He is in France, and Arthur Rimbaud is in Japan. They haven't seen each other for eight years, and they haven't waited for revenge from relatives and friends. The reason is...you found a new boyfriend in Japan?

You are so different from what I thought, dear friend.

Is this human?