Started with a green hat for Verlaine

"Peace of the Seas" cruise ship.

When this happened, Oscar Wilde lost all interest in the next day's games.

Qiu also didn't give him a solution, but let him let him go.

【How can you let go! 】

【I like Posey so much, even knowing that he has some small flaws, I still think he is so cute, he is the only lover I have been with for more than four years...】

【It would be great if Percy didn't get jealous... It's impossible for me to be with Robbie. 】

He was like a wilted wolf with a big tail, either guarding Alfred Douglas' bedside to ask for forgiveness, or sitting helplessly under the teasing eyes of the transcendents and smiling helplessly.

Oscar Wilde was completely afraid to meet Paul Verlaine's eyes.

If the matter of sleeping with the wrong person hadn’t been brought out, he would eat as soon as he ate it. The person he loves most in his heart is still Percy. The love and body of the British can be viewed separately.However, the person he wanted to have a private meeting with was a French transcendent, not a Canadian boy who admired him. The indifferent and contemptuous gaze of the "Assassin King" could peel off Oscar Wilde's thick skin like a wall, making him even more ashamed.

This time I lost face and lost my hair.

He had no doubt that when he went back, it would spread to the upper echelons of the UK, saying that he had slept with a Canadian while leaving the stunning beauty behind. If the time could be restarted, he would never dare to tease Paul Verlaine again!

Paul Verlaine threw away the cards in his hand, a group of people were too bored, so they came to gather to play cards.

It seems to be proposed by the transcendent of Huaguo...

"Wilde."

The cold words of the blond young man made Oscar Wilde shudder, quietly moved his buttocks, and wanted to find an excuse to retreat, but was held down by the shoulder by the Italian surpasser Carlo Collodi next to him. The very Carlo Collodi had a baby face and said with a smile, "Don't rush away, Verlaine is looking for you."

Oscar Wilde looked sadly at the person who called him. Although the beauty is good, it does not belong to him.

Paul Verlaine said: "I am interested in detective novels."

Oscar Wilde wanted to make an early apology, resolve the embarrassment of the two, and answered the words wisely: "I will buy all the detective novels and give them to you. It doesn't matter who's autograph you want."

Paul Verlaine was a little surprised at his humility, and it seemed that the British wanted to slap his face, "I don't need to sign it. I want to know who is the world's number one detective and whose works are the best detective novels."

Oscar Wilde got up distressed: "This... I don't know either."

Paul Verlaine was leaning on the chair with his legs crossed, and he had a rather rebellious temperament in the transcendent. The topics he raised attracted other transcendents. Readers have all met amazingly smart people in their lives.

"It's very simple, I want to see the UK host a detective convention, you make it happen for me."

"In exchange—"

Paul Verlaine gave the Englishman a meaningful wink of his left eye.

"I'll give you my private phone number."

In an instant, there were many sighs and teasing sounds in the meeting place. Oscar Wilde sat up straight, straightened his clothes, and said seriously: "It is a great honor, I am definitely not for the mobile phone number, but for the sake of the two countries." Personally, I am happy to fulfill Mr. Verlaine's little wish."

With Paul Verlaine's temper, he couldn't help but give him a sideways glance.

Friendship between the two countries?

Is there such a thing between Britain and France?

Having accomplished his goal, Paul Verlaine didn't dislike Oscar Wilde too much. With this price, he could complete a part of the plan, which was much better than expected.

His eyes looked at the Italian transcendent, Carlo Collodi. The supernatural ability is suspected to be related to the "puppet". With the help of this power...

The voice of Goethe talking with others came from beside his ears, interrupting Paul Verlaine's thoughts.

Paul Verlaine remembered Goethe's vague olive branch to him, and presumably Germany would not mind a French transcendent joining.He included Germany as a candidate, but he didn't know why Goethe treated him differently. Could it be that he has the same personality as Oscar Wilde?Like Lieyan?

He sneered from the bottom of his heart.

The appearance of this body is very good-looking, and even the "Shepherd" stared at him in a daze. He believed that if he hadn't been strong enough, he might end up being sent to bed to enjoy himself.

The tool cannot have any good illusions about the ending of the tool.

On the cruise ship, the dazzling lights, endless singing and dancing performances and the fragrance of food cannot attract people today. On the last day of the New Year’s Eve, the indoor and outdoor casinos are the highlight. Finish between dropped weights.

After Paul Verlaine had the necessary socializing, he took a look at the scenery at the top of the cruise ship.

He didn't know whether he would face arrest or accusation when he returned to France.

Anyway, that's it.

Fireworks bloomed from the sky above the high seas, and Paul Verlaine was a little touched when he saw it.He likes things like fireworks and meteors that will not be caught by humans. He likes Africa, prairie and virgin forest. He has different expectations for all places full of freedom and far away from human habitation.

Far away... there must be a pleasant trip.

[-] passed, and [-] came slowly in the early morning.

Ten hours ago, after being asked for help by Wilde, Ma Shengqiu had a special chat with Fitzgerald in the United States. Fitzgerald mentioned the "Mirror of the Seas", "Recently, the more famous one is once a year. The high seas cruise ship, the business giants of various countries take the lead to hold parties in an unofficial form, I am not eligible to get invitations, unless I become the top richest man in the United States or run errands for others..."

Fitzgerald was not reconciled. After thinking about it, he was three years younger than Ma Shengqiu. Even if Ma Shengqiu accumulated more wealth than himself, the other party would not get an invitation.

The United States is a strong country, and Japan is a weak country.

Because the United States is a multi-ethnic country, Fitzgerald jokingly said: "Shuya, your Japanese government is really bad, have you ever considered joining other countries?"

"Don't mention this on the phone..."

"Haha, I understand."

"I only recognize one motherland in my heart, and no country can surpass it."

"Are you so patriotic?"

"Can't say that."

Ma Shengqiu also turned around on the sofa chair in the chief's room, holding the phone, with a rare relaxed smile on his face.

"I'm just an ordinary citizen with the most ordinary feelings for the country."

"No matter how good it is outside, a wanderer is homesick."

He vigorously promoted tourism in Yokohama, helped people in Yokohama Chinatown find employment, maintained order in the city, and did not allow anyone to persecute Chinese.In terms of business, he has had many pleasant cooperations with Chinese businessmen, and he has never harmed those people. Presumably Yokohama will become one of the most suitable cities for foreign tourism in the eyes of Chinese people.

Fitzgerald suddenly became serious: "Has the family conflict you mentioned a few days ago been resolved?"

Ma Shengqiu also sighed: "It's over, it's okay."

Fitzgerald disagrees with his "careless" behavior: "Family conflicts are never small."

Aso Qiuya put his hand on his heart, thinking of the good results of the physical examination, no three highs, no fatty liver, no signs of a small belly, he is like a perfect family man in Two-dimensional.

He felt his own heartbeat beating in an orderly manner.

He knew it was a disguise.

"Flender, I really envy you husband and wife. You fell in love at first sight at the banquet, right?"

"Yes."

"I fell in love at first sight too."

"Oh? Let's hear it."

"I was also an unknown poor boy at the time. I was so poor. I had no money to buy a villa. Buying a house next to the concession consumed most of my savings. It was not until I met him... that I worked hard I want him to live a good life and not treat Yokohama as a rural place."

"Akiya, you did it. Yokohama is a little famous in the Far East. What are you worrying about? Didn't I tell you? I was also a poor boy at the beginning."

Americans are straightforward, and they also wonder why Ma Shengqiu is also envious.

"..." Ma Shengqiu also lacked someone to confide in. He hesitated for a moment, and the flower bag of the Armed Detective Agency flashed in his mind. The other party probably didn't have the courage to monitor his phone again.

"I lied to him."

"?"

"I tricked him, and I dare not confess to him."

"...?!!"

"I know I'm cowardly, but at this point... Ah, I can finally share my troubles with others."

Edogawa Ranpo also knows about this, but can Aso also share his troubles with him?Can't do it, Luanbu's head is smart, but he can't understand the entangled emotional thinking of adults!

Ma Shengqiu also lowered his voice: "I have a hunch that he will know soon, or...he may have doubts, I am waiting for him to ask me, and when he asks, I will say, I once swore not to lie about other things he."

Fitzgerald was stuck for a while, and said earnestly: "Cheating is the worst thing. You have to tell the truth to your partner, and you will experience the rest of your life together."

Ma Shengqiu also said: "But I don't lie, I can't catch him."

Fitzgerald has a headache, what's the matter with the Japanese, do you still need to rely on cheating to chase your wife?

"Are you going to wait stupidly?"

"I reserved a ward for myself, a special VVVVIP, and the doctor I invited was a supernatural doctor who can revive people with full blood, and I have bought a sea view tomb for many years, the tomb is vacant, facing the sea, spring is warm and flowers are blooming , It is gratifying to see the location where prices are constantly rising.”

"...how much land is lacking in Japan."

"It's not as good as Europe, where you have a vast land and few people. If you don't buy it in advance, there will be no place to bury it in the future."

Ma Shengqiu and Fitzgerald couldn't help arguing about investing in the cemetery. Fitzgerald didn't think it was a good business, but Ma Shengqiu also believed that it would definitely increase in value in the future.

When Arthur Rimbaud came in, he heard Ma Shengqiu talking about buying a tomb.

Only then did Arthur Rimbaud know that the Yokohama Diamond Cemetery near the sea was prepared by Aso Akiya for his family members, and everyone had a share. People who were not relatives or relatives were not allowed to be buried in it, and it would be turned into a literary cemetery in the future.

Arthur Rimbaud was convinced by Akiya Aso's marketing tactics.

Not even death!

He snatched Qiu Ye's mobile phone and said to the mobile phone: "It's New Year's Eve today, let's not talk, Qiu also has to leave work early."

Fitzgerald smiled: "Goodbye."

Arthur Rimbaud threw his mobile phone back to his lover. There was a New Year's Eve party in Yokohama, sponsored by the port mafia. Akiya Aso and his family went to see it together, eating local snacks in their hands.

Ranpo Edogawa, Chuya Nakahara, and Osamu Dazai all wore kimonos at night. Akiya Aso took off his daily black suit and put on a black kimono in order to blend into the atmosphere. A red scarf used to look handsome, and a couple outfit in a kimono with Arthur Rimbaud next to him.

Ma Shengqiu also appeared at the sound of the New Year's Eve bell, and his ears were filled with the laughter of the crowd.

[-] ah.

In addition to the "leader war" in the Schrödinger state in Yokohama, did any other major events happen this year?

The Three Gorges Dam will be built.

Pluto is no longer classified as a solar system planet, but as a dwarf planet.

Japan changes prime minister.

200 was the year when the country suffered the most natural disasters. Affected by various disasters, more than 2000 people died, more than [-] million houses collapsed, and direct economic losses reached [-] billion.

Aso Qiuya's face was slightly serious, and suddenly his mouth was sweet.

Arthur Rimbaud stuffed the marshmallows he bought at random into his mouth, it was sweet, and the Frenchman's golden-green eyes carried love for him, pulling him back from the three-dimensional world to the Two-dimensional .He lives in Wenye's world, which is not a simple three-dimensional world. His motherland is a big Asian country that emerged from countless disasters, and it is the only country that survives among the four ancient civilizations.

"Qiu Ye, you always frown, and you will get wrinkles when you get old."

I don't know when, Aso Akiya shouldered more and more things on his shoulders, and looked too far away. Arthur Rimbaud liked his gaze looking into the future, but he didn't want him to watch alone.

Arthur Rimbaud stroked Akiya Aso's brow with his fingertips.

Ma Shengqiu also heard him say this, and thought of Leonardo who played "Rimbaud" in "Total Eclipse of Heart". The middle-aged Leonardo no longer had the carefree youth. The dignity of adults.When thinking of Leonardo, every enthusiastic netizen inevitably thinks of Little Li with a water gun. The other party is as happy as a big child, like "Rimbaud" who has lost his beauty in the prosperous age.

Ma Shengqiu also held back his laughter.

Arthur Rimbaud looked puzzled.

Ma Shengqiu also kissed him on the cheek. The "Rimbaud" in the movie refers to Leonardo's fate, and the "Rimbaud" in the three-dimensional dimension can be seen in black and white photos. The middle-aged photo of the other party is a dark-skinned The gloomy man has gone through hardships, from not believing in God to believing in God at the end of his life, completing the transformation of his life.

Ma Shengqiu also smiled and said, "Whether you are fat or dark, I will spend my whole life with you."

Arthur Rimbaud gave him a white look and turned his head away.

"Me too."

The whispered response dissipated in the air, but Arthur Rimbaud knew that Ma Shengqiu could hear it too. In front of the person who loved him, no matter how soft or casual he said, he would be remembered tenderly by another person.

On January [-], when the "Peace of the Seas" returned home, Paul Verlaine stood in a separate room and had a conversation with Goethe. Goethe didn't care about his cold reaction and promised something.Paul Verlaine didn't agree or deny it. When he was about to leave the room, he heard the other party say: "May you have human feelings."

Paul Verlaine paused, turned his head suddenly, and met Goethe's gaze that penetrated him.

At this moment, his dull perception reminded him of danger!

"you……"

The other party stood there without moving, smiling at himself, as if nothing had happened.

Paul Verlaine did not want to be in the same room with this man again.

He left immediately.

Goethe stood there for a while, and opened the window of the room to let the sea breeze blow away the warmth in the room.His eyes were shallow, and he said unhurriedly: "Sooner or later, you will betray France and become a thing without an owner. There is no need for the German government to urge anything...I just need to quietly watch, it is a battle of human nature."

After getting off the cruise ship, Paul Verlaine returned to France, and nothing happened, which made the humanoid weapon that was guarding against the French government's face a little puzzled. Didn't relatives and friends use this opportunity to detain themselves?

Going to the office building of the French government, Paul Verlaine met Baudelaire by chance. Baudelaire looked him up and down, then ignored him as usual, as if there was nothing to talk about between the two.

Paul Verlaine felt uncomfortable all over.

According to the usual practice, Baudelaire should taunt him. After all, he just came down from the famous hook-up holy place, and the significance of wearing a ring to irritate people is much more serious than the last time.

"Why do I feel that he is not pretending to appease me, but really wants to improve the relationship with me?"

"...is my intuition wrong?"

There is no danger at all, is he guarding against loneliness? .

Paul Verlaine habitually handed in tasks, went to a bookstore, and bought a collection of poems "Flowers of Evil" by accident, intending to see who wrote a book with the same power as Mr. Baudelaire. work of the same name.Seeing this, Paul Verlaine was fascinated, and said with emotion: "This pair of master and apprentice can make money by selling poems."

Poetry carries a person's thoughts.

Which beauty did the old man Baudelaire take a fancy to?Poetry exaggerates outrageously.

The playfulness on Paul Verlaine's lips froze suddenly.

If poetry carries the soul.

What emotion is carried in Arthur Rimbaud's poem under the pseudonym "Jean Nicolas"?

[At the age of 17, I don't care about anything. 】

——17 years old, is it you or me?

[A beautiful dusk, the cups and cups of the coffee house are intertwined, and the light and shadow are flickering with the sound of noise! 】

——The 17-year-old me was by your side, the 17-year-old you met me for the first time, gave me human life, took me away from the base of the "Fun God", and we became partners.

[Let's go for a walk in the green linden forest. 】

Paul Verlaine murmured: "Let's go for a walk in the linden forest. You told me that human beings have a hometown. You give me your name, and you give me your hometown..."

"You said, I am a human being, and I must know how to enjoy life like a human being."

"You...are missing our past, don't you hate me?"

"how can that be!"

"I betrayed you, we became enemies! I shot you in the back..."

Paul Verlaine gradually showed confusion in his hiding place that could not be called home, and his raised voice turned into a soliloquy.

In the end, he felt an incredible answer.

"The poetry of Jean-Nicolas has no hate."

……

Friends, you should hate me, this is in line with the logic of human behavior.

This is...you taught me.

……

Not right.

There must be a mistake somewhere.

Such thoughts tormented Paul Verlaine for several days. Even the preparations for the Detective Convention in England could not reassure him. He had no time to care about Oscar Wilde's text messages.On January [-]th, Paul Verlaine got the phone number of Lan Tang, a cadre of the port mafia, through an informant. Before he could speak, he spoke French that he was familiar with on the phone.

"Paul, you finally took the initiative to contact me."

"..."

"Why don't you speak? I shouldn't have made a mistake in my judgment. You want to contact me in private."

"Friends...?"

"Well, glad you're alive and we're all well."

Arthur Rimbaud.

Are you sure you didn't mock me back?You are not dead, how can I be safe?

Paul Verlaine, driven to the line of treason, was silent.