Started with a green hat for Verlaine

At eleven o'clock in the afternoon, Arthur Rimbaud received an unwanted message tone.

This message could not escape Paul Verlaine's ears. The blond young man who was dining across from him elegantly cut the saury on the plate with a knife, and said with a half-smile, "Go check your phone, I guess the flight is delayed again."

Arthur Rimbaud: "..."

As much as I hate to admit it, the Port Mafia can do it.

After such a long time, Ma Shengqiu must have woken up. This order may have been issued by the other party. This guy didn't even think about it. He returned to France to face Mr. Baudelaire alone and saved the other party's life.

Arthur Rimbaud felt a bit of annoyance in his heart. He couldn't book the plane ticket one after another. When he finally got the plane ticket, the plane was actually... delayed due to the weather?Those who flew from Japan to France like him are bad, and they have a bad temper. At this time, they already want to swear at the airline.

Arthur Rimbaud saw the prompt on the mobile phone, and raised his head suspiciously to look at the sky outside.

After the dark clouds cleared, the weather was unbelievable.

The dark clouds accumulated last night have dispersed, and I'm afraid it will be a good night scene.

However... there is no mood to enjoy the scenery.

Suddenly, Arthur Rimbaud became dizzy when he was staring at the sky and thinking, and the sunlight swayed slightly, like golden waves, piercing into his eyes suddenly, forcing him to close his eyes.Living in Japan for eight years, he heard the whispers in the Japanese restaurant, and seemed to be curious about the nationality of the two of them. This is not his home country. Even if there is a small home that used to be so warm, it will not change that he is a foreigner. human fact.

He realizes how slowly Aso is trying to transform the city of Yokohama.

In Yokohama, he couldn't realize his difference. The citizens of Yokohama are used to seeing foreign tourists, and the homestays in Yokohama also supply a large number of foreign migrant workers.

Only out of Yokohama city.

Only get out of Aso Qiuya's sight.

Only Arthur Rimbaud can know that he is living in the weak and strong "Japan".

He wanted to hear more voices, but the sound of Paul Verlaine's knife rubbing against the plate pierced his eardrums, and the other party said: "Your boyfriend's name in Japan is quite interesting, if my Japanese is not wrong,' The name of "Akiya" can be literally translated as "saury" on the mobile phone, and one of the specialties in Japan is grilled saury... Well, the taste is not bad, but I think grilled eel is better."

If you don't want to eat, you don't have to!

Arthur Rimbaud didn't know his "sinister intentions" at first, and mistakenly thought that Paul Verlaine ordered after seeing the menu recommendation, but the other party ate saury in front of him.

Arthur Rimbaud was about to laugh angrily, and wanted to take away the plate of grilled saury, but his body froze, and his hand moved away unnaturally, and it fell on the hat on Paul Verlaine's head.

Paul Verlaine: "???"

Arthur Rimbaud patted Paul Verlaine's hat nonchalantly, brushing away the dust that didn't exist.

"I saw a little dust."

"Thank you."

Paul Verlaine was slightly puzzled, but seeing that the other party was still treating him "normally", as if the trust had not been broken eight years ago, he temporarily let go of his thoughts.

It doesn't matter that much, as long as Arthur Rimbaud is tied to his own boat, he'll be fine.

It is very simple to judge that Arthur Rimbaud has not recovered his memory——

See if the other party is angry.

Paul Verlaine murmured in his heart, and the food in his mouth lost its taste. After all, he underestimated Arthur Rimbaud's patience and love for him.

In fact, the night Arthur Rimbaud left the bar and wandered like a ghost in the suburbs of Yokohama, he remembered Paul Verlaine shooting himself, betraying their friendship, for A child, for a... "brother" who exists similarly.

Artille Rimbaud felt blocked in his heart, like silt deposited in his heart. It didn't mean that he would disappear if he forgot it. It was just fermented in eight years. Either he cleared it up by himself, or his mind was corroded.

He chose the former.

Unravel yourself.

Paul likes his younger brother and wants to take him away. He cannot agree because of France. Now that he and Mr. Chuya have become family members, there is no reason to prevent Paul from protecting Mr. Chuya.

They can be people who stand on one side and unravel the contradictions of the year.

Arthur Rimbaud was able to forgive Paul Verlaine, it was a dispute of positions, just turn it around, he couldn't forgive Aso Qiuya, he was even so angry because the person he loved most recognized him wrongly!

How to change, how to reverse the wrong cognition?

During the meal, Arthur Rimbaud's mind seemed to be cleared of the fog, and those messy fabricated memories were like untwisted threads, and a correct memory was returned to him.He got the past of 30 years in its entirety, not only remembered many forgotten details, but also remembered how hard that man had worked to be his spiritual support during the eight years he spent with Ma Shengqiu.

He doesn't like poverty, and he works hard to make money for convenience.

He disliked the Crystal Palace novels, and was interested in writing single-minded love stories.

He doesn't like the humid environment of the port city, and he likes to take a hot bath. He remembers to dry the quilt every day for convenience. The air conditioner is turned on all the year round at home, and the utility bills are surprisingly high compared to ordinary families.

He didn't like smelly perfume, so he squatted on the flower bed outside, wiped his skin with cold alcohol, and tried his best to dispel the smell in the shortest time before going home to see him.

The warmest home is not the home after the money.

Instead, there are no children yet, only the two of them snuggle together to keep warm.

Poverty, weakness, mutual understanding, a cup of hot water, a hot water bottle can feel happiness.

Arthur Rimbaud's eyes were dazed, and the memory came too suddenly, as if God wanted him to remember the goodness of this country before leaving Japan, to keep him, and let him remember the one who lived under the blessing of his parents and was eliminated by the war Soft yourself.After he lost his power, he was not bullied by others, but loved with all his strength, and humbly hoped that he could stay.

"Paul, do you like the name I gave you?"

"got used to."

Paul Verlaine answered casually, the name has been used for 12 years.

Arthur Rimbaud's expression was profound, and he said in a gloomy voice: "You are Verlaine...I am Rimbaud...This will be the case for the rest of my life..."

One name, two stories, Arthur Rimbaud hoped that Ma Shengqiu would never know.

Paul Verlaine curled his mouth when he thought that his name was given by his relatives and friends.After experiencing the ups and downs of human emotions, he believed more and more that he could obtain happiness. He no longer rejected recalling the past with Arthur Rimbaud, and he also felt an eyesore to Ma Shengqiu, who was missed by men.

"Ah, my brother replied to me."

Paul Verlaine was about to speak, but his cell phone drew his attention back.

Along the way, he enthusiastically shared the joy of communicating with his younger brother with relatives and friends. Except for Arthur Rimbaud, there was no one he could openly speak to.

This feeling of freedom gave him the wonderful illusion of "falling in love" with Arthur Rimbaud.

Paul Verlaine: [Is the voluntary labor done? 】

Nakahara Chuya: 【No, Dad has something to do with me. I have asked for leave. Tomorrow is voluntary labor for the class next door. You ask your brother to remember to bring donated materials, just a notebook, a pen, and food. 】

Looking at the contents of the text messages between the two, Paul Verlaine wondered, did his younger brother's "father" have something to do with his younger brother?But isn't the other party's "dad" Arthur Rimbaud sitting across from him?

Paul Verlaine asked: "Athier, did you find anything?"

Arthur Rimbaud picked up the menu and ordered another bowl of hot miso soup, "No, I haven't seen him since yesterday, and he doesn't know about me yet."

Paul Verlaine subtly complained: "You just leave my brother and walk away?"

Arthur Rimbaud replied: "Chuya-kun is not so fragile."

Looking up at his blond-haired and blue-eyed partner, Arthur Rimbaud can find similarities with Chuya Nakahara in him. Fortunately, Mr. Chuya is a good boy with excellent three-dimensional views.

"He is as strong as you, a weed that can take root and grow in the mud."

"..."

Paul Verlaine was praised indirectly.

For many years, only Arthur Rimbaud had praised him, and the number of compliments was very small. Eight years ago, Arthur Rimbaud was far less gentle than he is now, a gloomy and indifferent man.

Paul Verlaine rested his chin on his hands, and his eyes drifted to the people nearby. The men and women who were skipped by his eyes couldn't help avoiding him, not daring to look at him.They are people from two worlds. The unparalleled beauty and strong and confident aura of the transcendent separate them from ordinary people.

People who dare to cross this distance either do not have self-knowledge, or they are not ordinary.

"Paul, are you on vacation or working in France?"

"On vacation."

It's the mission status that lied to you. I have to write a report on procrastinating the mission and running away when I go back.

Paul Verlaine spoke with a smile on his mind.

He is a golden flower with sweet stamens and proud branches and leaves. He has absorbed the most filthy and darkest things in a country to bloom for 12 years. Those who are attracted by him will always forget his identity as the "King of Assassination".

Dangerously beautiful is the most touching, isn't it?

The two continued to wait for the latest information after the plane was delayed, and Nakahara Nakaya, who mistaken Paul Verlaine for a family member of a classmate next door, stayed at the port mafia headquarters, waiting boredly for Aso Qiuya to come back, he was playing with his mobile phone Leng Buding was snatched by Dazai.

Osamu Dazai quickly flipped through Chuya's chat records with others, and deeply despised Chuya for leaking information.

Why did the whole family have such an idiot like you.

He threw the phone back and said, "Don't chat with him, he's a liar."

Zhong Yuanzhong was not too surprised, "Huh? How do you judge?"

Osamu Dazai smiled: "Because of these little tricks, I can lie to you better than him."

Zhongyuan Zhongye: "..."

A dead mackerel who doesn't use his intelligence in the right way!

After being reminded by Dazai, Nakahara also blacklisted this information fraudster. Anyway, he only chats with others when he is bored, which does not mean that he trusts the other party.

Afterwards, Paul Verlaine's message fell into the sea.

After waiting for two hours, Zhong Yuan lay down on the sofa and yelled, "When will Dad come back!"

Osamu Dazai was using the computer that Aso Akiya put on the table, and he knew the password, but many functional areas were locked, and he couldn't log in unless he swiped his face and entered his fingerprint.

Osamu Dazai said in a very low voice: "The whereabouts of Shuya disappeared..."

There are no surveillance cameras either.

It is almost impossible to do this after coming out of the port mafia headquarters.

The surveillance around the headquarters is the most complete, with no dead ends at all.

If Aso Qiu hadn't contacted him with his normal mobile phone, saying that he was preparing a gift for Lan Tang, asking them to eat and rest on time, Dazai would really think that the person opposite was a fake Qiu Ya.

Osamu Dazai stared so hard that his eyes became sour, and he gave up looking for Aso Qiuya's whereabouts.

【Qiuya, what is your gift? 】

【novel. 】

【Mr. Lan Tang is angry with you... he doesn't know how to read your novels. 】

【I have a way to get him to give me a second chance to explain. He is angry and doesn't believe my words. I want to explain the misunderstanding between me and him with a story created by words. 】

[Send it to me for a look~. 】

[Wait until I finish writing. 】

Ma Shengqiu is also a person who dotes on children. Even if he said that he would post it after finishing writing, he still passed the beginning to Osamu Dazai first. Even though his hands were still hurting, he was writing the novel at the cost of using his hands.

Osamu Dazai was far from so relaxed, reading the text with brilliant eyes.

This is a groundbreaking theme. The protagonist of the novel penetrates into the world of the movie, and Nakahara asks him what he is watching.

Osamu Dazai hid his phone and whistled, "No, it's none of your business."

Zhong Yuanzhong also rolled his eyes, too lazy to delve into it.

Osamu Dazai immediately replied to Qiuya.

[From the beginning, it is a very interesting story, come on, Qiuya. 】

[You have to work hard, and build a good relationship with Zhong Ye. 】

【Don't~. 】

[Although Ah Zhi lost a fan who beat you up against the wall, but if you work hard, you may have a brother who beat you up. 】

[Nonsense, I'm his uncle, when he asks me to help with homework, he can even call him Dad. 】

【…】

【Ah, I accidentally slipped my tongue, hee hee. 】

[It seems that the education in the school is still not in place, and gave Zhong Ye a wrong outlook on life. In the future, the courses on ideological education... I will teach him personally. 】

Hahahaha!

Osamu Dazai laughed wildly from the bottom of his heart, and his face was so calm that Zhongyuan Zhong couldn't see it through.

These days, being a student is bound.

Mixed society is more promising!

In a secluded and old library in the orphanage, everyone has forgotten the existence of Aso Qiuya. Aso Qiuya began to write his own semi-autobiographical short stories with the paper and pen that Atsushi Nakajima said could be used.

An ordinary person originally liked a certain female star in reality, but by chance, he transmigrated into an old movie made by the other party. When he woke up, he found that his fiancée was exactly the same as his favorite star, gentle and hot. Spicy, it is that person's parallel space-time counterpart.

At the beginning, he treated the people he liked as a celebrity fan.

A little pursuit.

A little love.

Later, he found out the true character of his fiancée. The other party did not have the romance and gossip of a celebrity, nor did he have the pride of being a celebrity. Shangfan has a good voice, but he doesn't like to sing for others. His fiancée only sings softly for herself in private.

The other party is a mortal in life, a person who has lost any special aura.

Fairies who only drink flower dew do not exist in reality. Real people will have joys, sorrows, sorrows, and strong and weak sides. A Mr. Death once said: "Looking is the feeling that is the furthest away from understanding."

Ma Shengqiu is also describing this protagonist, imagining himself who liked the poet Rimbaud, Leonardo, and many literary heroes in his previous life, and he can't help but read out loud while writing.

"I think it's time for me to come out of my dream."

"I know that in this movie, we are all supporting roles, not the protagonist. Our unborn silly son is the protagonist of this movie. In the movie, we only live in the memory of our son, who has long since died. So I fight hard Desperate to change life, create wealth, and want to avoid the death calamity set by fate."

"I have already pulled out all my love and kept all the secrets in my heart."

"Oh, I also put all our precious memories in my little house, and I secretly laughed alone, and the broken kettle was repaired, and those personal items that have been used for a long time are also placed there-- I collected all our love."

In the novel, the protagonist and his fiancée get married smoothly after getting along for a period of time.

"Will we be happy forever?"

"The story ends here, and I want my wife to finish the rest of it for me."

"She once said she wanted to write a novel, but it lacked a beginning."

"Honey, this is my birthday present for you."

"You mustn't dove off."

……

Three o'clock in the afternoon in Japan is also eight o'clock in the morning in France.

At the headquarters of the Paris Commune, Charles-Pierre Baudelaire came to work slowly. He was very handsome, and it was impossible to see which lover he went to cheat for food and drink. His skin was raised smooth, and his wavy blonde hair Putting on a charming and coquettish look, the first thing in the morning is to open the window to let the air out of the office.

He didn't like the secretary entering his office, so he naturally did some small things by himself.

Then, he saw an undefeated flower of evil swaying in a vase on the desk.

Feeling a little dehydrated today?

Baudelaire watered it, adding crystal dew.

His lips curved brightly and gloomyly, and he said to himself: "If you don't look at this evil flower, who can imagine that the Esmeralda that Pierre Gringoire knew is an inferior and crazy person."

Human beings are multifaceted.

Victor Hugo in the form of Quasimodo, the soul you see...is just a part of Aso Akiya, this Japanese man hides many secrets.

Baudelaire belatedly remembered that he invited Victor and Voltaire to dinner last time, and he forgot to pay, and he didn't know who paid the bill afterwards, and whether he would slander him in the restaurant.

I was eager to investigate the ring that time, I really forgot!

It was not intentional.

……