Started with a green hat for Verlaine

In the early morning, Lan Tang, who had been tormented by his thoughts all night, looked haggard with naked eyes.

Aso Qiuya: "???"

He recalled the conversation that happened yesterday, and found nothing unusual.

Japan is a rural place in the eyes of the French. This is an indisputable fact. He did not intend to defend Japan.

"Lantang, do you mind if I'm Japanese?" Aso Qiu also thought about it.

If he minded, Ma Shengqiu would also consider fabricating a background for himself as a descendant of the Hua Kingdom.

"No!" Lantang's reaction was strong, his eyes widened, and he looked flustered, "For me, it doesn't make any difference whether Qiu is European or Japanese, I like the Qiuya I saw at first sight!" He said I believe that I am not a racist, seeing Qiuya's Asian skin color did not produce negative emotions, but it has a special sense of freshness, just like the French food that he is accustomed to becomes Japanese food... He can be sure that Qiu is also his first Asian boyfriend .

Ma Shengqiu was also troubled: "What's the reason why you can't sleep all night?"

Lan Tang said with a guilty conscience, "I do sleep, but I tend to have nightmares."

Ma Shengqiu also heard him say "nightmare", no longer doubted, and put his palm on Lantang's forehead.

"Don't think nonsense."

"Yeah." Lan Tang looked at the time, it was 06:30 in the morning, it was not the time for Qiu Ye to wake up, he was not in the mood to have a show, guessing that he was cheating Qiu Ye, he had mixed feelings, and his fingers curled up in embarrassment .

Lan Tang slept on Aso Qiuye's down pillow, leaning very close, pulling the quilt to cover half of his face, "Qiu Ye, tell me the story of our acquaintance again." He looked like he wanted to hear the past Relying on his attitude, Ma Shengqiu also revealed the story that he did not know how many times he had reworked in his mind, caressing his lover's curly long hair, "Okay."

They met in the winter two years ago, which originated from the cold and chance encounter.

At that time, in January, there was fine snow.

The 20-year-old Aso Qiu also went out and saw a foreigner getting off a taxi on the road.The long-haired young man shivering slightly in the cold wind was carrying a suitcase, and he should have come from the sea from the direction of the port. The other party was wearing a black round felt hat, top hat style, a scarf around his neck, a coat and a well-tailored suit inside. , but I don’t know if it’s for wearing a hat, but the other party’s ears are red from the cold under the brim of the hat, and the skin on his cheeks is as white as snow.

Aso Akiya's first thought was that this person was very tall, and he felt that his appearance was very distinctive.

This is the impression of the first meeting.

Then, he ran into each other for the second time in a bookstore run by foreigners in the Yokohama Concession. The two bought the same French books. Nondescript.Even so, this young man has an air of arrogance and coldness, which makes him not easy to get along with.

An unconventional and rather chilly Frenchman?

He automatically replied in French: "Estes-vousfrancais (are you French)?"

In order to resist the cold, the long-haired young man wearing various warm items nodded slightly when he heard the language of his motherland.

Ma Shengqiu, who has studied French for several years, also went to the coffee shop, and then saw the other party following him, as if he had chosen the same destination for reading.Pushing open the door, the Frenchman's face softened when the heat brushed his face. He no longer hugged a book and shrank his neck into a soft scarf.

At that moment, the ice and snow melted, and the arrogance disappeared, and the Frenchman's smile was very beautiful.

Afterwards, the Frenchman came across from Aso Akiya's seat, as if he had found a kind person in a foreign country.Ma Shengqiu didn't mind either, and discussed poetry and novels with the Frenchman who called himself "Rimbaud", and told the outstanding works of various countries in detail, and got to know each other better, and naturally left an agreement for the next meeting.

It was an unexpected encounter.

Beautiful, pure, and the two share similar interests.

One of them, at least that's what Ma Shengqiu told Lantang. Lantang's heart trembled, and he heard a different version from it: Am I meeting Qiuye on purpose?Did you investigate Qiuya's hobbies in advance?

Lan Tang aroused some kind of espionage instinct, and asked, "Did Qiu just join the mafia two years ago?"

Ma Shengqiu also played with his fingers, "No, have you forgotten what I said before? My parents are also from there. After they passed away, I joined the organization at the age of 16. I have worked for nearly four years since I met you. years."

Lan Tang felt even worse.

In this way, Qiuya's qualifications at that time were neither new nor old, and his family background was trusted by the port mafia.If there are no major mistakes and the ability is passable, Qiu Ye will definitely rise steadily.

What a good undercover entry point, openly, you can be friends, and privately, you can be lovers.

With a foundation of affection, Qiu will also cover for him...

Ma Shengqiu also joked, "Does Lantang think I'm interested in sex?"

Lan Tang once again felt that his old background was not clean, and said softly: "Maybe it's because I fell in love with Qiu Ye at first sight."

Ma Shengqiu also rubbed his fingers, his skin was delicate, and the calluses had long since disappeared from his palms.

"Impossible, it's all because of me chasing you. Your attitude at that time was extremely cold and arrogant like a French nobleman. I still can't remember it. Chatting to relieve boredom, I am similar to a fledgling kid, and I fell in love with you within a few times of meeting you."

To put it simply, Lantang is a French beauty who grew up in Aso Akiya's love.

Lan Tang said nervously, "I'm arrogant?"

Ma Shengqiu also said word by word: "You are a French rose, an exotic beauty, stylishly dressed, calm and unhurried, you just came to my world with the harsh winter wind."

Lan Tang's ears felt hot, listening to Qiu Ye's flattery.

He could imagine that he was probably similar to how Miss Katrin looked down on the Japanese.

Here comes a new question-is it the port mafia who is planning to approach Shuya?

"Qiuya, is your organization well-known internationally?"

"No name."

"..."

"It is neither the most prosperous city in Japan nor a famous tourist destination. It is not as famous as Mount Fuji. The only thing that can be sold is the shipping trade of Yokohama Port, but there is no offshore right recognized by the government."

Ma Shengqiu also complained about the poor port mafia.

It is not easy for the leader to start a business, but his relationship with the government is not very good, and he lacks the contacts and means of Mori Ogai.

Some guesses about Lan Tang's weird attitude today, Aso Qiu also changed the concept, reversed the meaning of the port mafia and Yokohama City, and revealed one thing: "Although Yokohama is a small place, I heard that the place where the explosion happened before There is a secret military base, and it is said that we have sealed a treasure here that can wish for resurrection."

Lan Tang said in disbelief: "Resurrection? How is this possible."

Ma Shengqiu also used the tone of a movie actor talking about urban legends, and said casually: "Who knows."

Lan Tang couldn't help but believe it was true, the wishing treasure?Maybe this is the reason?

It’s ridiculous.

Would anyone in France trust such intelligence?

After accepting the ordinary life of the poet, he even felt that it was a rumor that people with supernatural powers did not exist. Otherwise, he had lived for two years without seeing a person with supernatural powers.

Lan Tang buried his face in Qiu Ye's arms, and stopped spying on information, as he would be sorry for Qiu Ye's trust.

Besides—

Can a spy who has no support from above be called a spy? !

Ma Shengqiu also looked down at him, and smiled meaningfully: [Take your time to make up your mind, Lan Tang. 】

The arms of the black-haired young man are around the waist of his lover. The two people in a completely relaxed state are like vines clinging to each other. They live together in a world called people with different abilities. The entangled vines interweave a tough home.

As long as you trust me and stand by my side, I will be fearless in this world and dare to be an enemy to anyone.

I'm waiting, waiting, waiting...

The day you wrote me immortal poetry for centuries.

Ma Shengqiu also kissed Lan Tang's hidden cheek, loving his French beauty.He smiled gently, hiding his rationality under the smile. No matter how many times the mafia at the port was too scared to move, his trembling feet never took a step back.

The closer you get to the danger, the more you feel the charm of the danger. I want to be your partner in doing evil.

"Love is so wonderful, do you want to have a hair in the morning?"

……

Edogawa Ranpo's second job was chosen by Aso Akiya based on his part-time work experience in the original work.

Don't you dislike human interaction?Afraid of trouble?

——Moving bricks is suitable for you.

Taking the address given by his uncle, Edogawa was lazy for two days and ate up his food rations. He had to pick up a letter of certification for his job hunting activities. After stamping it and passing the interview, he could go to the government to receive it. subsidy.

He happily ran to the destination, walked and found that this was a Yokohama construction site.

Edogawa Ranpo asked the person looking for the construction site with a suspicious face.

"Excuse me...what kind of jobs are recruited here?"

"construction worker."

The surveyor of the construction site held by the young man wiped off his sweat, saw the job application paper in his hand, and immediately took the place of the boss who was short of manpower, and said: "Go, buy me two bottles of drinks! You are young, and it is just right for you to be an errand runner." .”

Edogawa came here with a dazed face, and became an errand boy with a dazed face.

"What is this!!!"

Life in the city is not easy, the young boy realized it for the first time, with the sweat of moving bricks!

In order to get rid of the fate of moving bricks all day long, he tried to change jobs internally, but many technical positions required certificates, and there were already people in positions that did not require certificates. Most of them were honest and responsible workers. Edogawa, who is about the same age as his son, will not care about it.

The environment is simple and the interpersonal relationship is simple. Everyone is mainly doing physical labor without using their brains.

Aso Qiuya taught Edogawa Ranpo's thick black school to lose its effect.

Work hard!

In this "work unit" where he is willing to use his strength to survive, Ranpo Edogawa learned how to grab lunch boxes for meals, choose the dishes he likes to eat, and how to carry the heaviest things with the least effort. After leaving the bitter sea of ​​police academy and military camp, the unreasonable society is still tirelessly teaching him to exercise.

Edogawa was exhausted and paralyzed in the temporary board room, and took out the piece of paper with the address written on it again.

He stared at the uncle's handwriting on it.

The other party deliberately didn't write the type of job, but only wrote the address, in order to fool him.

After watching it for a while, Edogawa's sleepy bug came up and rubbed his eyes sleepily, "No matter where, adults always like to tease children. For the sake of food and accommodation, I forgive you. him!"

The young man who found it barely acceptable at the moment fell into a drowsy sleep and forgot about his work in the afternoon.

A loud roar of supervisory workers rang from my ears!

"Woke up!"

Edogawa Ranpo was frightened so that the corpse jumped up, seeing the reality clearly.

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……

André Gide, in exile, bought the French press by means of the shameless means of the past.

He looked back at his distraught soldiers, and then at the newspaper propaganda, which showed no government acknowledgment of their mistakes, and the news of the Paris strikes was once again a hot topic.

Second, there is a special report.

A French poet wrote poems for them, comforting the souls of the battlefield, thinking that they will be punished.

Originally, no matter how many such reports there were, they would not be specially published. However, the poems of the poet Jean-Nicolas are so beautiful. Recently, a wave of surrealist poetry has formed. If more people read it, the newspapers are willing to publish it. .

The French are not afraid of the government's whispers. If they have the ability, they should speak up and solve the strike problem first.

André Gide's eyes became hot, and he squeezed the newspaper tightly.

Finally, some French compatriots have admitted that they are not traitors to the country.

"What about poetry?"

The downcast commander read the newspaper over and over again, feeling anxious for a while. Instead of finding a place for poetry, he saw the contact address of the publishing house and the bookstore where the latest collection of poetry in China was republished.

Very well, next time, instead of attacking the armed forces of the enemy country, go to a bookstore with French poetry.

André Gide swore that he would never underestimate the weak poets in the country. Compared with the poets who dared to speak, all the colleagues he knew were cowards!

Would love to meet the poets who endorsed them.

I really want to... go home.