Started with a green hat for Verlaine

Ma Shengqiu threw away the knife before Oscar Wilde rushed over to stop him.

With a whooping sound, the blunt table knife sank into the wall against Oscar Wilde's ear, cutting off a strand of the other's hair, and buzzed on the wall after being violently treated.

Oscar Wilde's movement got stuck in the middle of a run, and his eyeballs turned sideways to look at the table knife.

Is this the effect that a fluffy throw can have?

A table knife used as a dart?

Didn't hurt himself, does it mean that there is room for it, isn't it a race that hates humans?

Even though the inner drama was rich, Oscar Wilde still insisted on his own heart, took Aso Qiuya's wrist, and was dumbfounded when he tried to persuade the beauty not to commit suicide.

There were only hideous wounds sawed by a table knife on it, and not a single drop of blood flowed out.

The wrists were bloody and bloody, and the bones were dense.

Oscar Wilde's throat moved, uneasy: "What's going on?"

"Are you...asking me...?" The oriental man sitting on the head of the bed looked at the wound on his wrist indifferently, and then spoke to the person who saved him for the first time. His dark eyes seemed to exude despair. Swallow those who think the world is full of truth, goodness and beauty.

English from modern times is slightly different than it was in the nineteenth century and is still generally communicable.

"I want to ask you, why did you save me?"

"..."

Because you look good.

Oscar Wilde faced the resentment and despair, and shut up honestly.

"Say!" As if touching a certain point, Aso Qiuya's voice changed from weak and soft to violent storm, the veins on the neck bulged, in contrast to the broken neck.He grabbed the collar of Oscar Wilde who had changed his appearance with his injured hand, "What conditions did they give you! Let you wake me up! Turn me into such a monster that is neither alive nor dead!"

Oscar Wilde, a British transcender, has supernatural powers that are suspected of being a "portrait". He created terrible lethality during the supernatural war, and it is very likely that he was painted as a humanoid supernatural power.

Maybe this world is the "portrait"!

Perhaps he is a painting, a false creation!

"Ahem—ah—I don't! I don't know anything!" Oscar Wilde was strangled so close to the other party, his eyes moved up and down uncontrollably, and he could see the resentful eyes of the other party and the warm and lustrous eyes. Skin, the other party was still wearing his coat, and he was wearing nothing under the coat. His well-proportioned and elegant figure actually had tight abdominal muscles, and there was no extra fat.

Oscar Wilde was envious of the other party's figure, but couldn't help complaining: "I'm just a student, where do I get the skills to help you become a monster!"

The other party must have misunderstood something. Oscar Wilde explained: "I met you in the snow a month ago. At that time, I mistook it for an unfortunate corpse. I planned to call the police for you. I didn't expect you to open your eyes. , I brought you back to my cousin's house to recuperate."

The brown-haired and brown-eyed Irish boy was no less than an Asian adult in appearance, but the vigor and immaturity that should belong to underage students can still be seen in the facial features.

He was very sincere.

He held the opponent's right hand with white phalanges in both hands, and exerted a little force to make the opponent put it down.

"Sir, I don't know you, and I feel confused and sympathetic to your situation."

"you……"

"I am not your enemy, nor have I ever harmed you."

"then who are you?"

Ma Shengqiu also gradually felt that this person looked at him strangely and tolerantly, but the name he heard during his daze was clearly "Oscar Wilde". Except for that philanthropic British friend, who would take pains to take care of him and bring him from childhood to childhood? Drag out from the darkness of death?

Seeing that he could listen to his own words, Oscar Wilde grinned. The whiteness of his teeth is one of his charms, "My full name is Oscar Fingal Overlay Tai Wells Wilde! Old and great Irishman! No sect for a while!"

Aso Qiuya: "..."

"Hello, Mr. Beautiful, huh? Why are you silent again?" Oscar Wilde was different from ordinary people. Not only did he not scare away, but his eyes sparkled with curiosity.

When Ma Shengqiu also heard the name of the old acquaintance, he withdrew his hand indifferently, and automatically regarded the other party as an NPC in the supernatural world or Oscar Wilde who sealed his memory.

The person is still the same person, and he has not left that painful world.

Ma Shengqiu also no longer believes in his "truth".

Everything is empty.

Oscar Wilde touched his cheek, was it his own illusion, why did the other party look at him as if he was looking at the air?Isn't this more terrible than the anger of admitting the wrong person before?

When Ma Shengqiu was about to lie down, Oscar Wilde boldly stopped him.

"I'm sorry." Oscar Wilde said helplessly, "We have to change the place. This is my cousin's house. My cousin is back."

"I don't have my own private property yet," he whispered.

Ma Shengqiu also ignored him.

As long as I don't take the initiative to participate in the script, I don't care what this "stage play" is set to look like.

Either way...it's all a game for people with supernatural abilities.

Ma Shengqiu was also sarcastic in his heart.

A carriage stopped at the door of the apartment, and Oscar Wilde got into the carriage with an oriental man covered under his coat. The pure black hair, black eyes and ivory skin were so unique that Oscar Wilde didn't dare to show him for the time being. I also worry that I can't keep the secret of meeting each other.

In the Middle Ages, contact with such people was to be burned at the stake!

Ma Shengqiu also felt the bumps in the carriage, just like the world of "Notre Dame de Paris". He once went to Italy with great expectations, but found that he could not cross the ridiculous national border.

Oscar Wilde had enough pocket money to get a room for two days in a fancy hotel in Dublin.

In this era, there are not many places that need to prove their identity. It is generally used for customs inspections. Oscar Wilde does not need to show his family crest to prove anything. Money is the biggest proof of identity-poor people have no way to use money to pretend to be rich of.

After settling down in the hotel, Oscar Wilde made the bed for him and worked hard enough to surprise his parents and classmates. When did the proud Wilde ever please someone so much?

"This hotel has a fireplace." Oscar Wilde felt happy, and went to light the fireplace.

After squatting for a while, Oscar Wilde made up his mind to establish a good relationship with the Orientals and find out the "truth" of this world: Is there magic and wizards in my world!

This is definitely not looking too good-looking at the other party, it is his efforts to study the world.

Sixteen-year-old Oscar Wilde peeks over.

He thought he could see the person relaxing in the flames and warmth, but found that the other person was sitting on the sofa staring blankly at the fireplace, and the flame reflected in the other person's eyes, which looked like red tears instead.

Ma Shengqiu also half closed his eyes, and gently pulled the coat covering his body with his hands.

The chill in my heart cannot be dispelled by the fireplace.

For a moment, he wanted to step into the fireplace and light himself, let the flame burn his cold body, would he gradually melt like a candle?

His Lantang...

That's how I liked the fireplace back then, baking my hands and smiling to myself...

"are you asleep?"

Oscar Wilde didn’t bother the other party, but brought a blanket and put it on the other party’s body. Even though the other party communicated with him so briefly, he still felt the excitement of touching the secret. This oriental man mistakenly thought that he had turned the other party into a monster.

It means that in the eyes of the other party, there are people with such abilities in the world!

This is a man with a story, his eyes have experienced a lot, he should not be as young as his appearance.

30 years old?

40 years old?

Or a hundred years old, two hundred years old?

Oscar Wilde guessed the age of the other party, and his desire to create was great.

[Go step by step, Oscar!As long as the other party can understand my words and read the text, sooner or later they will get out of despair under my care! 】

Oscar Wilde began to cook chicken soup for his soul.

Two days passed in a flash.

Oscar Wilde's next school has been announced for admission on April [-]st.

Trinity College Dublin is a 200-year-old school with a profound cultural heritage. Oscar Wilde immediately asked his parents to move out to live and exercise his independence.

His brother Willie Wilde also wanted to make such a request, but was rebuffed.

Mrs. Jane Wilde hit the nail on the head: "Willie, when your academic performance is comparable to Oscar, I will let you two brothers move out together."

Willie Wilde could only mournfully watch his brother move out happily.

Of course Oscar Wilde was delighted.

This means that I can have a separate apartment to hide a person!

"Thank you, Mom! Dad, give me more sponsorship!" Oscar Wilde began to promise various things, talking about his future achievements at Trinity College, which attracted Sir William Wilde, the head of the family, to nod in satisfaction.

Sir William Wilde hinted: "Oscar, come see me in private."

It is not easy to take out money on the bright side.

Oscar Wilde put away his excessive eagerness immediately, and after the father and son made eye contact, they ate with a smile.

In the hotel, Ma Shengqiu also looked at a book that had been put down by the bedside.

title -

The Way Medieval Religions Treated Evil Witches, and Their Masquerades.

Ma Shengqiu also said that silence is golden, and once again felt that he had received a script of the living dead in the [-]th century.

Routines are routines.

He won't be fooled again, how could the miracle of time travel happen a second time.

Then, he got up and walked towards the burning fireplace... With his hands stretched into the flames, his flesh made a "sizzling" sound.

next second.

Aso Qiuya's face twisted slightly, and he withdrew his hand suddenly in pain.

Worse than sawing off your wrist? !

He regretted it.

"What is written in the "Complete Suicide Manual"?" Aso Qiu also looked at his hands that could be repaired, and muttered to himself, "I shouldn't let that book be completely banned in Japan, so that I have no reference content. "

The most painless means of suicide in this world...is actually letting Paul Verlaine kill me?

When his neck was broken, he really didn't feel any pain, it was as if he felt a cool breeze across his skin.

Aso Qiu also went to touch the sutures on his neck.

"Can hanging be disconnected?"

There was a crazy smile on the corner of his mouth, he looked at the fireplace and said, "Azhi, I finally understand your pain."

"The thing about wanting to die...it's really painful."

"I was selfish, I left you in the world of the living, and let you find the meaning of life there..."

"I'm sorry... Brother, I'm sorry for you..."

"But I can't bear to let you die, I want you to live a better life than me."

"Better than me..."

Ma Shengqiu also knelt down in front of the fireplace, covered his face, his coat fell down, his body was full of cruelty and beauty stitched out.

At the back of his waist, the seams can't hide a black French name.

——Arthur Rimbaud (Arthur Rimbaud).

He loved each other all his life, from birth to death, and finally resented his ridiculous love.

"I will never love you again, Arthur Rimbaud... I will never confess my love to you again... Like a flame in a hearth..."

"It was you who watched it go out..."

"I hate you……"

"I hate you for not even giving me the peace of death!!!"