Started with a green hat for Verlaine

When Oscar Wilde returned home before dark, his mother didn't leave any food for him, mistakenly thinking that he would return from dinner at a classmate's house.

The lights were on at the parents' door, and Oscar Wilde crept back to fail.

Mrs. Jane Wilde heard the voice, stopped chatting with her husband, came to the door and hugged Oscar Wilde, who graduated from Putola Royal School with honors this year, and kissed the cheeks of her youngest son, "Dear Oscar, I smell you The smell of sweat on your body, it seems that you had a good time at the classmate's house, you should go take a hot bath, don't catch cold like Willy."

Oscar Wilde wiped honey on his mouth: "Mom, I'm not full."

"My God, which classmate doesn't know how to entertain my lovely Oscar." Jane Wilde went downstairs to prepare dinner for Oscar Wilde while talking.

Oscar Wilde was relieved that his mother hadn't noticed his "lost" coat.

After taking a shower and having a full stomach, Oscar Wilde knocked on the door of his brother's room and glanced at Willie Wilde who quickly hid the magazine. The two brothers made a joke and said good night to each other.After seeing his family as usual, Oscar Wilde returned to his room. His room was similar to that of many middle-class young people, with a desk, bookshelves, and precious colorful posters.

"Today is like a dream, there is no such scene in the script..."

Oscar Wilde went to embrace the air, and he could still feel the weight of a man he had rescued on his arm. Before that, the other man was sleeping in the snow waiting to die.

What did that person go through?

Who was that person hurt by?

That person... Will he leave the apartment tomorrow?

Will I never see each other again, just like two parallel lines that meet by chance?

"I only left two slices of bread and a glass of water, is that enough?" Oscar Wilde tossed and turned on the bed, unable to fall asleep, his heart was still pounding for the person he saved, unable to break away from the dreamy perfection, " Will the oriental man be hungry for a long time?"

He had a little thought of his own, and didn't leave his underwear for the other party. In this way, if he couldn't find any clothes, the man would either leave with his coat on, or wait for him to pass by tomorrow.

"What clothes should I choose for him? Will he like suits? I remember the book said that orientals like to wear robes, and their hair is tied up in a strange way, no... it should be said to be ugly?"

Oscar Wilde didn't know much about Eastern countries, so he confused his impression of Asians. There was a British photographer John Thomson who went to the Qing Dynasty to take photos, which caused heated discussions, so he also saw those braids that tortured aesthetics head and stiff makeup.

Early in the morning, Oscar Wilde gave up his outlandish outfits, changed into the clothes that best reflected his handsomeness and left. He left a note to his parents, saying that he might not go home tonight and would spend the night at a classmate’s house in Dublin. The other party invited He went to discuss the classics.

He left so early that the clothing store hadn't opened yet.

As a last resort, he made a detour, went to the flower shop, and bought a fresh sunflower.When he lowered his head and smelled the fragrance of sunflowers, he thought, "Looking at the sunflowers, I can forget some troubles."

The development of greenhouse cultivation technology has allowed Europe to have expensive fruits and vegetables, and flowers are no exception.Oscar Wilde loved flowers, and he couldn't wait to give his favorite flowers to the corresponding beauties. It doesn't matter if the beauties don't like them, just change to another type next time!

At eight o'clock in the morning, when he arrived at the apartment, Oscar Wilde knocked on the door politely, unaware that he was as cramped as a brat who was about to meet the lover of his dreams.

His thoughts are very straightforward, to save someone, of course he has to figure out the situation and save to the end.

Appreciating beauty by yourself is just a pure instinct!

Oscar Wilde, 16 years old, male, 1.8 meters tall, brown hair and brown eyes, weighing 160 pounds, so far - female of sexual orientation.

"have they gone……"

He loses two seconds for not getting a response.

In school, he can be a man of the hour in the eyes of others, but he may not be when he goes out of society.

After opening the door with a key, Oscar Wilde walked in with the clothes he had bought and breakfast, and a sunflower in his hand.His eyes wandered around. There was no trace of objects being moved in the apartment. The temperature was a little warmer than outside, but it was not much better. The windows in the living room maintained the airy appearance that they forgot to close.He quickly walked over to close it, straightened his expression, and walked towards the bedroom. This small apartment has one bedroom and one living room. He whispered "Sorry" and entered the bedroom.

It was exactly the same as what he saw yesterday, with yesterday's food on the table.

The man lay on the bed and did not leave, with his eyes closed, his eyelashes seemed to be silent black butterflies, he was about to die in this winter day, the dead air was so strong that one could feel that he could be buried on the same day.The other person's body was the quilt he covered, as if even the folds of the quilt hadn't changed.

"No way!"

Oscar Wilde turned pale with fright, and instinctively tested the other party's breath.

Weak breathing.

Fortunately it didn't disappear.

Without any explanation, Oscar Wilde put a pillow behind the man, pulled him up, wet his lips with a water glass, and then tried to pour it in.

Just when Oscar Wilde was about to do it, those eyes opened again.

There was no intense emotion in the familiar dark eyes.

A numbness.

Oscar Wilde's heart trembled, and he couldn't help but think of a pile of burnt dry grass. It turned out that the eyes of people who had really lost their desire to survive were so obvious.

"I'm sorry, I didn't care about your wishes and pulled you back to the living world."

Oscar Wilde apologizes solemnly.

"But—" he raised his hands to feed the other party water and bread, "Sir, please listen to me, today is better than yesterday, and tomorrow is better than today, you need to drink some water, Eat a full stomach before thinking about future issues, this is something more important than death."

Water dripped from the corner of the opponent's mouth, and the bread was hard to swallow.

The other party's gaze was not on him at all, it was empty, silently rejecting all kindness.

Oscar Wilde was almost desperate.

Fortunately, he has a surgeon father who usually taught him first aid knowledge.When he was about to use force to complete the feeding action, the weak lying man suddenly pushed him away, turned sideways, wiped the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand, and ignored the others.

Oscar Wilde fell silent.

After a moment of hesitation, Oscar Wilde put the food back on the table, put the sunflowers in a vase, and placed them in front of the window where Aso could watch.

While pointing the sunflower towards the direction of the sun, he said: "There is no snow today, and there will be no more people freezing to death outside. I believe the sheriff in the city will patrol everywhere."

Next, Oscar Wilde prepared hot food with a strong smell, and began to stew it in front of Aso Qiuya in the bedroom, so that the smell in the air would be as fragrant as possible.

He planned to have a protracted battle with the man on hunger strike.

As long as the other party is greedy!

It's a pity that he overestimated the Irish cuisine, which is not the same as the UK, and underestimated Aso Qiuya, who was born in a big gourmet country in his previous life and became self-taught after traveling.

Aso Qiu also smelled the smell in the air and felt nothing.

This body has no sense of hunger.

Just the living dead.

As described by Akira Kimura, after becoming a humanoid with special abilities, I feel that my soul is attached to a piece of paper, illusory and empty, and my memory is just a remnant of my life.

There is no temperature difference, no hunger, no real sense of living in this world.

——Does this count as a human being?

——Are love and hate a memory, or something fabricated by the supernatural world?

Ma Shengqiu is also breathing slightly in the closed mind, which is the last instinct of human beings.

The only thing he can't stop is someone outside talking ramblingly.

Sometimes it is English, sometimes French, and sometimes it is Irish that ordinary people cannot understand.

For a whole month, Ma Shengqiu didn't say a word.

He is a living corpse.

If there is an additional description for this: the world has become supernatural because of his existence.

……

"Hi, here I come again!"

"I am Oscar Wilde, an Irishman, a writer who is destined to be great in the future."

"What's your name? For the sake of wiping your cheeks every day, tell me some news. I will find your family for you, even if there is no family without you..."

"I bought a book introducing Asian countries. Is your country listed?"

"It's been seven days, are you really not hungry?"

"I'm a little scared..."

"It's been twelve days, do I need to close the curtains for you? Are you a vampire, undead, or... a wizard practicing magic? Are you hibernating?"

"I read the books, no one can live for 20 days without eating or drinking, it's unbelievable."

"Winter is coming..."

In front of the window, the sunflowers were replaced by lilies, and after the lilies withered, they were replaced by other flowers.

The bedroom always has a fresh scent of flowers, like the vitality of winter.

Day after day, only Oscar Wilde persisted in speaking to the dark-haired man on the bed.

He didn't know why he persisted.

Probably to see a miracle?

or—

Break up the boring daily life and witness the incredible side of the world?

……

At the beginning of March, Oscar Wilde continued to go out frequently. The weather in Ireland and even the United Kingdom was ups and downs. The start time of the new school was postponed to April.His parents expressed doubts, his brother looked incredulous, but Oscar Wilde always had a new reason, vowing to run out to meet his charming "classmates" in the cold that the Irish did not like.

Today, he was depressed and brought bad news from a family.

"Emily and Mary died."

"They are my father's illegitimate daughters, they are considered my older sisters. My brother and I have to hide it from my mother to prevent her from being sad. After all, they are the children left behind by my father before he got married. They are not considered my father's cheating. They are older than me. When I was four or five years old, I lit an open fire while heating at home, and accidentally burned my skirt, obviously this cold season is coming to an end..."

"Obviously it won't be cold soon. The spring in Ireland is very warm. There is no longer a famine here, and the food has been solved accordingly. This country is getting better every day..."

"Flames... can keep people warm, but they can also burn people to death. What a painful way to die."

Oscar Wilde sat on the soft stool beside the bed, staring blankly at the person on the bed.

A lot of what he said came to Ma Shengqiuye's ears like harassment, and Ma Shengqiu didn't want to listen, and was forced to learn more about the situation in this world day by day.

Ma Shengqiu's hazy consciousness was pulled away by the unsteady breathing sound like crying, which was the helplessness and pain of losing two blood relatives.

The man who saved him was Oscar Wilde.

A brown-haired Oscar Wilde who calls himself Irish, not British.

The other party's two older sisters died...

No one in history has described this past event in detail. There are too few people who can be remembered in history. The world only cares about the talent and gossip of Oscar Wilde during his lifetime. There is only a passing statement about his brothers and sisters. It is better to say about Al Fred Douglass collected much more.

[Fake...it's just a fake description. 】

[Hugo...Shakespeare...is nothing more than a transcendent level power...]

Oscar Wilde in Wenyezhong is an only child, has no brothers and sisters, was born in a noble family in the upper class, and has never bent down for money. To describe it in a cruel sentence: People who are not literary giants in the three-dimensional world may be even born in the Wenye world. Nor do I have the qualifications.

"In a few days, I'll come to see you after the funeral is done at home."

Oscar Wilde finished speaking dejectedly, got up and left.

After he left.

Ma Shengqiu, who was disturbed by him every day, never spoke to him, and never entered into any "plot" links. He wanted to defeat the hope of the superhuman and give himself a death.

However, this world is so "real".

On the first day after Oscar Wilde left, the flowers withered and were not watered, and they did not look good in the sun.

Aso looked blankly at the withered flowers and the helpless floating dust in the air, feeling that everything was like himself, even if the flames burned people to death, it seemed to be implying to himself-won't you just put love Did the flames burn out and kill yourself?

The day after Oscar Wilde left, there was the sound of Irishmen walking their dogs outside.

At night, the walls can't stop the sound of neighbor's laughter.

His family of three was happy and happy, but the happiness he wrote down in the [book] did not come true.

【This world is mocking him...】

【All the tricks are exhausted, but it can't match the strength and respect of the transcendent... The marriage he forced across classes failed in the end. The person he loves is waiting for Paul Verlaine to return to France together. 】

【What did I get? 】

[Is it a sweet dream that lasted eight years? 】

【Who is Rimbaud, who is Verlaine, and who is Lantang who wrote poems for me? 】

Ma Shengqiu also lost his living body, but the scars all over his body tortured him all the time. He asked Paul Verlaine to cut himself along the place where he was stabbed by his lover.Finally, his neck hurts the most, and someone once cut his throat, leaving the only admirable feature in his whole body.

He looked at the fingers slowly stretching out under the quilt with emptiness and despair.

On the ring finger...not even the ring.

All gone.

The motivation that supported his survival in the port mafia made him fearless even if he was stained with blood, and his heart was always clean, so that he could obtain money and rights for his family.

"Why did you let me survive, why did you choose Wilde to meet me..."

Outside the window, the sun hurt Aso Qiuya's eyes.

He thought miserably: Who thinks my relationship with Wilde is very good?

This didn't seem like an idea that acquaintances could come up with, but Ma Shengqiu didn't want to think about it rationally.

Three days later, there was a change at the door.

Oscar Wilde stopped in front of his "cousin" and said embarrassingly: "I let my friend live here temporarily, can I move out tomorrow?"

Henry Wilson said coldly: "I did not allow you to occupy my house!"

Oscar Wilde pleads: "For brother's sake."

Henry Wilson: "..."

Henry Wilson, who had just attended his sister's funeral, didn't say anything more, glared at him, turned and left.

For the sake of brotherhood of shit!

Oscar Wilde hid his embarrassment and forced a smile to meet the person he hid.

then.

He saw Ma Shengqiu also sitting on the bedside, sawing off his wrist with a bread knife...

Oscar Wilde: "??!!!"

God ah ah ah!

……

"The Picture of Dorian Gray": If a person attracts me, no matter how he chooses to express himself, it is very cute to me.

—Oscar Wilde.