Started with a green hat for Verlaine

Arthur Rimbaud and Paul Verlaine are downstairs, watching a group of teenagers stumble out of the dormitory at eight o'clock. Some like to play skateboards, some like roller skates, but there seems to be an event in the school, and they all went to school obediently and down-to-earth today , The picture of walking together is like the best interpretation of "youth".

Not to mention that such a scene is rare in France, it is also rare in Japan.

They shared weal and woe and spent a lonely childhood.

The school gives them a place to study. After entering junior high school from elementary school, they will change classes with each other every semester and learn to integrate into the atmosphere of other students.

Walking in the center of the crowd, trusted by his companions, and with a piece of bread in his mouth, was Zhongya Chuya.

They go to school bickering and squabbling, and Zhongyuan Zhongya has changed his image of the bottom line of the food chain at home. He is clearly a king of children outside, emphasizing love and righteousness, and daring to stand up for those who are bullied.

Arthur Rimbaud once again felt the individual differences between Chuya-kun and Paul.

Mr. Zhongye is cheerful.

Paul... well, let's say he's extroverted, occasionally emotional, and moves his hands faster than his brain.

Arthur Rimbaud silently hooked up his memory with the people around him, trying to cross the eight-year gap and earnestly understand how Paul Verlaine's weird character was formed.

I have a big factor here.

Sure enough, killing is not conducive to the physical and mental growth of minors.

Arthur Rimbaud turned his head to the side to conceal the sadness in his eyes. He trained Paul Verlaine himself, and transformed the humanoid weapons in the hands of the anti-government organization into sharp weapons of the French government. When he first met him, how could he He denied his intention: he was there to educate "Black No. 12" for the country.

"Paul..."

"Hush, don't make a sound, we will be discovered by my brother."

Paul Verlaine no longer doubted his younger brother's happiness. He made a silent gesture, with his index finger resting on his lips, and a different cautiousness on his face.

After Arthur Rimbaud's collapse last night, he felt a second shock in his heart.

Paul... is more of a person.

When we first met, Paul Verlaine, who possessed inhuman divinity, seemed to have fallen into the world. His outstretched arms no longer touched the blue sky and white clouds, or the stars in the sky. The blond young man in a black hat turned into a human being. The elder brother of the old man pinned his emotions on the other party's body.

same birth pattern.

Same gravity ability.

The human skin hides the power of monsters.

One is French and the other is Japanese. Nationality cannot hinder the connection between the two. Without the experimental data of "Black No. 12" created by Mu Shen, there would be no birth of "Arabatou" in Japan.

The 15-year-old Zhong Yuanzhong is another self in the eyes of Paul Verlaine.

There was a smile on the corner of Paul Verlaine's mouth, and the process of meeting Zhongya with his relatives and friends went smoothly. They saw the orange-haired boy who was sleeping in a mess in the room. There was no scar on his clean skin, and there was finished milk in the trash can. Bottle, although the height is not fully developed, but he believes that his younger brother will definitely be a handsome man in the future, with a tall head no less than himself.

Paul Verlaine put his hands on his chest, and a novel feeling grew inside, and he was satisfied like never before. He was overjoyed that he had obtained the positive feelings of human beings.

The thought of returning to France made Paul Verlaine more emotional.

"Artier, I don't want to go back to France." Paul Verlaine had a psychological shadow on France, and after reconciling with Arthur Rimbaud, he became unscrupulous.

"No, go back first." Arthur Rimbaud refused straight away, "I don't care what your plans are, you can't take Chuya-kun to the world, if you like him, let him stay here and go to school." Received by the family He couldn't help saying, "After all, we don't have a diploma, and it's hard to get a proper job after unemployment. Ordinary people need a diploma..."

Paul Verlaine: "..."

Paul Verlaine said sadly: "I can also write poetry."

Arthur Rimbaud said indifferently: "Oh, that doesn't make money. The premise is that you have a funder to market for you. Mr. Baudelaire's poems are all purchased by the staff of the Paris Commune."

Paul Verlaine squinted at Arthur Rimbaud, who had published a collection of poems. Arthur Rimbaud didn't want him to stay in Japan any longer. Every minute and every second increased the probability of Qiuya seeing his partner.

Arthur Rimbaud did not dare to reveal his agitation, and reluctantly said: "Let's go."

leave Japan.

He wants to go back to France to recuperate for a while.

Paul Verlaine couldn't feel the pain of his relatives and friends at all, turned around and said, "It's still early, you know a lot about my brother, take me around the place where my brother lived,"

In order to make Arthur Rimbaud move his legs, Paul Verlaine threatened with a smile.

"If you don't lead the way, I'll catch his companion."

"..."

A grown child cannot be called a bear child, what should I call better?

Arthur Rimbaud's filter for his partner was mostly broken, and he couldn't expect the other party to be considerate.He resigned himself to leading the way, explaining along the way, his eyes were gloomy, and his thoughts wandered to Qiu Ye, which seemed to satisfy Paul Verlaine's desire to browse the history of Zhong Ye's growth in the Central Plains.

Paul Verlaine saw that he was shivering from the cold, and after getting closer, he let out his breath lightly by his earlobe.

"May I buy you a cup of coffee?"

"Need not."

"You're such a disappointment, aren't you still thinking about your little puppy who has slept with you for eight years?"

"……No."

For a moment, Arthur Rimbaud was in a trance, thinking: I was the one who was slept.

The Frenchman with the long curly hair was uncomfortable.

There is a little pain somewhere.

"I almost forgot. Hurry up and give me my brother's cell phone number. I'll pretend to be a stranger to chat with him." Paul Verlaine interpreted his attitude as refusing to mention it after breaking up, so he didn't bother to poke the scars of relatives and friends , to touch the mobile phone that Arthur Rimbaud put in his coat pocket.

As soon as the phone was turned on, there was a photo of Aso Qiuya sleeping on the pillow. His hair and eyelashes were black, and he had a different charm. He looked like a gentle man.

Paul Verlaine had a relatively shallow impression of Aso, and joked after seeing the photos.

"It looks pretty good, I thought it was your tool man before."

"Qiu is not a tool man!"

Arthur Rimbaud retorted subconsciously.

Paul Verlaine's lightness and expression remained unchanged, judging the other party, it seemed that the old relationship was unforgettable.

Arthur Rimbaud made a serious face, snatched the phone, entered the password, and gave Paul Verlaine Zhongya's phone number to Paul Verlaine, so that Paul Verlaine would not pester him for contact information.

Paul Verlaine thought for a long time, but he didn't know how to send a message to say hello. He wanted to be answered, but he was also worried that his younger brother would suspect him of being a lawbreaker.

Seeing him in a dilemma, Arthur Rimbaud sighed, "You can send a text message from the Meteorological Bureau, pretending to forward it to the wrong person."

Paul Verlaine: "?"

Arthur Rimbaud said: "On January 1th, Yokohama, Japan was cloudy and turned sunny. There was a northeasterly wind during the day, and the temperature was 9-3°C. Students in Yokohama should keep warm, drink plenty of hot water, and be careful when going out to exercise. I'm sweating and I wish you a good morning to start your new semester."

Paul Verlaine edited the text message according to what he said, and received a reply after a while.

It was actually a polite sentence: "Thank you."

So nice!

Paul Verlaine didn't need to be taught by Arthur Rimbaud, he immediately followed this routine: "Hey, I sent the wrong text message, this text message was sent to my brother..."

Paul Verlaine concentrated on looking down at his phone, and had good contact with Zhongyuan Zhong.

In order to hide his whereabouts, Arthur Rimbaud took him on a small path. He had a surveillance map of Yokohama in his heart and knew how to avoid the surveillance of the port mafia.

Paul Verlaine found out that his younger brother was quite deceitful. He chatted in the direction of a brother who cared about his health and that his younger brother also went to Yokohama Middle School, and the other party was immediately hooked.

Then, Arthur Rimbaud heard Paul Verlaine complain: "The Japanese school has an activity today, and they want my brother to skip class and go to the orphanage to volunteer with the whole class."

Arthur Rimbaud said: "It is a good thing to cultivate love in students."

Paul Verlaine faltered imperceptibly: "Well..."

This time, Paul Verlaine forgot that he had never experienced the life of an ordinary person.

Love.

Can it be cultivated?

Paul Verlaine looked up at Arthur Rimbaud who was leading the way. Half of his shoulder and profile had led him for four years, and it was the other party who taught him how to understand human love.

So... what is the feeling in the bottom of my heart at this moment?Can I get happiness too?

——If you forget my betrayal, then forget it for the rest of your life.

"Attil, what does my brother like to eat?"

"strawberry."

"Buy me a box."

"No money."

"???????"

"My salary for this month has long been spent, and the settlement date for the manuscript fees for publications at home and abroad has not yet arrived. After I book the first-class cabin on the plane in the morning, I will have no money."

Arthur Rimbaud described himself as someone who would leave Japan with nothing to worry about.

First class on international flights is expensive!

Paul Verlaine's eyes were dead silent for a second, he took out his card, and said with disgust, "Here you are."

Arthur Rimbaud said wearily and softly: "No, just kidding."

Paul Verlaine’s character of treating money like dung is deeply rooted in the essence of him and Mr. Baudelaire. He can imagine Paul Verlaine’s situation in France, and it is enough to know how to spend money, which shows that he has learned to enjoy life.Arthur Rimbaud said indifferently: "Let's go, I'll take you to buy the most delicious strawberries in Japan."

Not too expensive either.

The price of a strawberry is more than 1 yen.

The two walked an unusual path, bypassing the surveillance at the next intersection through the wall.

Red light enveloped Paul Verlaine's body. He habitually touched his lost and found black hat. The fabric on it was already a bit old. It was a gift given to him by Arthur Rimbaud with a face full of embarrassment. Only then did he know that there were precious supernatural metals in it.

[Maybe, I still owe him a thank you? 】

Paul Verlaine thought divergently, but he couldn't say thank you if he really wanted to.

He puts down.

After Arthur Rimbaud purchased the strawberries cultivated in Nara Prefecture, Paul Verlaine, who was waiting nearby, took off his half-handed gloves, picked up a strawberry with his white and slender fingers, put it in front of his nose, and smelled it Scientists say that the smell of strawberry will bring people a good mood, and then put it on the rosy lips to taste,

He wears a French ring on the middle finger of his right hand, which is still brand new after eight years.

Its significance is self-evident.

Paul Verlaine wore it to gain closeness, and it was originally intended to facilitate the assassination of difficult partners.

Arthur Rimbaud found the other party's ring, held back and said nothing, and hid his hand behind his back. If he picked up the discarded thing again, it would be different, so he never discarded his hand no matter how angry he was. wedding rings.

Thinking about the good, other things will change, but the blacklist of the French jewelry store is always waiting for me.

It is imperative to keep an eye on Paul Verlaine.

Arthur Rimbaud looked at Paul Verlaine with eyes so calm that no emotion could be seen.

"After eating, let's go to the airport."

"it is good."

After Paul Verlaine tasted his brother's favorite fruit, he faced garbage sorting again.

Japan's hateful trash can.

Arthur Rimbaud saw the bewilderment of his earnest examination, and could do nothing to help him.

"Choose one and throw it away."

"Oh!"

Paul Verlaine put the fruit box into the dry garbage classification, smiling, and said something terrible in his mouth: "I really want to chop up the person who invented this, stuff it into four trash cans, and throw harmful garbage on the head , throw the internal organs into the recyclable garbage, throw the body and limbs into the wet garbage, and put the clothes into the dry garbage..."

Arthur Rimbaud called him from the front: "Stop rambling, killing people is not allowed in Japan."

Paul Verlaine and Arthur Rimbaud went to the airport, tearing each other apart: "You don't know how to sort garbage, how did you stay in Japan for eight years?"

"There are tool people."

"Your tool man still needs to learn this kind of knowledge?"

"The humanoid abilities I created have always been omnipotent for housework, and I have already buried them if they didn't."

"That sounds awful."

Paul Verlaine smiled, but he didn't know that in the interlayer of the black hat he was wearing... a microchip developed by the port mafia was hidden inside, and the latest positioning signal was intermittently transmitted on it...

The place where the signal was received was the headquarters of the Port Mafia.

At nine o'clock in the morning, Ma Shengqiu also took the medicine, changed his hospital clothes, walked unsteadily and went straight to the chief's room. He received an alarm from his mobile phone, turned on his computer, and checked the situation at home through the surveillance video.

"The two surveillance cameras of the villa were destroyed, and the black hat was lost..."

He knew that Verlaine stole Chuya's black hat in the original novel. Although it was no longer Lantang's relic, but for safety reasons, he put the positioning chip in the original book at the end of last year when the dragon war broke out. In the black hat in the Lantang locker, he taught himself sewing skills to ensure that the whereabouts of the black hat can be found at any time.

This is much more reliable than the day he sent someone to wait for the blue and white moonlight at the headquarters of the port mafia. Lan Tang usually doesn't wear a black hat.

"Paul Verlaine is here."

"He stole things from my house... He has been to the seaside, and these places form a line... Is he looking for Lantang? Did he find it? Wait, he has also been to Zhongye's residence outside?!"

Without facing Verlaine in person, no one can imagine the severity of being an enemy of the transcendent.Ma Shengqiu also became tense, his whole body ached with wounds, and big cold sweat broke out on his head.

If you are not careful, your wife and children may be cold.

Verlaine's temperament was a complete mystery.

Ma Shengqiu also resisted the killing intent, but couldn't get through Lan Tang's phone number, so he immediately contacted Chuya Zhongyuan who was in school.

"Chuya, where are you!"

"Dad... your voice scared me, the school arranged for us to be volunteers in the orphanage."

……