Started with a green hat for Verlaine

As the capital and largest city of Ireland, Dublin is actually not that big.

110 five square kilometers.

It is about equal to Paris, France in neighboring countries, and one-tenth of Shanghai's Pudong New Area.

Ancient buildings can be seen everywhere here, sparsely populated, picturesque, with the oldest library in Europe, it is a veritable cultural capital and leisure sanctuary.The house that Oscar Wilde’s family rented for him was very close to Trinity College, Dublin. Intellectuals came and went, and the location was relatively quiet, which was in line with Oscar Wilde’s character of being flamboyant and knowing how to protect privacy.

"In a few days, I will go to school, and I don't need to pay attention to anyone knocking on the door." Oscar Wilde cleaned the apartment quickly, took away sharp objects, wiped his sweat, and put his The book was put on the shelf, and then he looked up to see the indifferent oriental beauty.

"You still won't tell me your name?"

Speaking of this, Oscar Wilde has a trace of sadness, hoping to get something in return.He took care of the other party for a month, and he didn't even know the other party's name.

Ma Shengqiu is also like a cold statue, where it is moved, it will sit there.

He never stated any demands.

It's like... living in the form of the dead.

"Okay, sir, I should understand the emotions you don't want to communicate, and I hope you can get out of the hell in your heart." Oscar Wilde walked towards Aso Qiuya with a shoe box, knelt down on one knee, and held the other's hand Ankle, intending to try on custom-made shoes for the other party.

Through the feet that are the easiest to judge the level of life, Oscar Wilde determined that the other party has not experienced farm work, and his daily life should be no different from that of a pampered nobleman.

Top-notch beauties have always cultivated their unique demeanor in a top-notch environment.

Oscar Wilde felt that his ankle was going to break free and pulled back just in time.

"Oh, you're saying no?"

His eyes lit up, and it was a good thing to have a reaction.

"Dear sir, I'm just putting shoes on for you. You might as well treat me as a temporary servant and allow me to serve you if you don't want to bend down."

"If you don't want to, you can speak, otherwise, please let me continue."

Oscar Wilde's leather shoes were a little too big.

After Aso Akiya's left foot was tucked in, there was half a finger space. The foot feels good, and the leather texture, the hand-made leather shoes of the 21th century will not be outdated in the [-]st century.

A good thing is always a good thing.

"Trouble," murmured Oscar Wilde, "I bought the shoes one size too large."

While speaking, Oscar Wilde did something that ordinary people would do.

—He took the thickest socks and put them on the other party.

Oscar Wilde rejoiced: "It's almost there now."

Ma Shengqiu opened his eyes abruptly, looked down at his shoes, they were big and narrow, they were classic Monk shoes.Ordinary people say that a man's taste depends on his shoes. Aso Qiuya has never worn ill-fitting shoes in his two lifetimes!

If this was a means to stir up his emotions, Ma Shengqiu's mood had indeed fluctuated.

I was so ugly.

Compared with the British transcendent who gave him pink diamonds when he met for the first time, the Oscar Wilde in front of him is more "real", close to the three-dimensional setting with an excellent family but not rich.

Who came up with this trick?

Or is it relying on the supernatural world constructed by the memory in his brain?

Aso Akiya's eyes swept across the bookshelves unconsciously. Unlike the situation in the fifteenth century, this age was shown to be close to modern times, and the biggest flaw in the truth and falsehood of a world lies in the books. Oscar Wilde Dare to put the books there for yourself to read?

"If you want to read, you can take it yourself." Oscar Wilde said with a tacit understanding when his eyes fell on the book, "I recommend you to read novels, which will help ease your mood."

Oscar Wilde thought he couldn't wait for an answer.

Unexpectedly, Ma Shengqiu also said hoarsely: "Are there any books that teach people how to die?"

Oscar Wilde stuck.

This kind of book?Forgive him for not seeing it, and it is impossible to take it out!

Oscar Wilde pretended not to hear: "Ah, I have works of masters here!" Without any explanation, Oscar Wilde stuffed a thick novel into Aso Akiya's arms, fled to the kitchen, and decided to elaborate a novel. Reward yourself for your boldness with a steak.

It's really exciting to raise an oriental beauty who wants to commit suicide every day.

Ma Shengqiu was also sluggish, and he resisted reading any text, but he was attracted by the cover at a glance.

The Count of Monte Cristo, by Alexandre Dumas.

"Dumas..."

Had literature from his memory been fabricated into it?

The familiar title of the novel awakened his impression of the works of his previous life. People with supernatural powers in Wenye World didn't like writing very much, which resulted in many works not being published.

Ma Shengqiu didn't open the novel either, just hugged it in his arms without saying a word.

His love and desire for literature made him full of affection for those who transcended. Facts have proved that the world of Wenye is a three-dimensional projection. Lan Tang is the indifferent Arthur Rimbaud, and Paul who is prone to rekindling old feelings. Verlaine, the man he hated had two qualities mixed together.

【It's me... I've never seen Arthur Rimbaud clearly...】

[It was me... wishful thinking that he would separate from his partner and kill the traitor...]

What deceived him was Wen Ye's plot.

Double Black was 15 years old. Arthur Rimbaud remembered that Paul Verlaine betrayed him, and he killed him in the end. Ma Shengqiu also passed this point, and judged that Arthur Rimbaud was ruthless in dealing with the traitor, and the righteousness of the country will always be over personal matters.

The results of it?

That's it? !

Arthur Rimbaud simply forgave Paul Verlaine!

Aso Qiuya's fingers crumpled the book, and his heart seemed to be crushed.

Eight years!

Eight years!

Eight years!

Arthur Rimbaud's affection for him was still inferior to that of Verlaine!

At the beginning, he confirmed that Arthur Rimbaud would kill Paul Verlaine because the original double black was 15 years old, and Arthur Rimbaud who recovered his memory thought he killed his partner!He thought that the righteousness of the country was above personal interests, and he thought that Arthur Rimbaud could be ruthless!

When Oscar Wilde came out with a steak and planned to invite him politely, Aso Qiu, who had not escaped the shadow of death, also said softly.

"Do you know how I died?"

"?"

Talk about this over dinner?

"I let my rival kill me, let him cut me up along the wounds on my body, let him keep my head, keep my face, and finally take the head to meet the person I love the most."

"..."

Oscar Wilde was horrified, staring at the sutures on Aso Akiya's skin, thinking they were suturing the skin, but he didn't expect to suture the body parts!

"That way they can never be together again."

"So that they will bear my curse and my hatred forever."

"so--"

"My pain was relieved."

Ma Shengqiu also smiled ironically. This was probably the first time he smiled. In the eyes of Oscar Wilde, it seemed that Salome had succeeded in revenge, but she used her own head.

"I am content, Wilde."

"Let me die."

For a moment, Oscar Wilde's eyes darkened.

【You misunderstood me! 】

[I have never learned magic or witchcraft, and I don't know how to resurrect people who have been dismembered! 】

Oscar Wilde's quick wit: "You didn't let go!"

Ma Shengqiu was also stunned.

"Your tears prove that you have persistence." Oscar Wilde persuaded, "A person who is completely desperate even tears are dry, your heart has not turned into a desert, and your body has been carefully stitched together , it means that there are always people who care about your decency, do you have parents? Do you have siblings or friends? Don’t you want to see them for the last time?”

Oscar Wilde praised his ability to talk.

Ma Shengqiu also couldn't help but think of the three children in the family, Mr. Natsume who was sent by a white-haired person to a black-haired person, and those people from the port mafia... He didn't think about what happened after his death for a month. Allow yourself to remember sadder things.

——After I die, the children in the family will be sad.

——After I die, Natsume-sensei will be left with a mess.

When a person named "Aso Akiya" was killed by a French transcendent, how would the people around him give up revenge? What kind of life would they live?Will fate lead them to the original path?

Ma Shengqiu's heart was also trembling, and he said deceivingly: "I left them a will, and they should listen to me... The dead should not disturb the lives of the living."

Seeing that he was determined to die, Oscar Wilde simply said: "There is nothing I can do."

Ma Shengqiu also looked at him sadly.

The perfect illusory man put on such a gesture, Oscar Wilde, who is still a straight man, gritted his teeth, unwilling to say what he couldn't do.

next second.

Aso Shengqiu was also expressionless, "Oh."

He threw away the books, walked back to the bedroom, took off his shoes, occupied Wilde's bed, and chose to use the method of deep sleep to shut himself up until the supernatural world disappeared.

Oscar Wilde was in a daze, the speed of changing his face was too fast!

Oscar Wilde chased to the door of the bedroom: "Did you... just act for me?"

Ma Shengqiu also said lightly: "I am not lying."

Showing weakness to Wilde was just the last heart-to-heart talk between friends.

Even this friend... In the past, they only exchanged information on how to pursue a beautiful woman and how to restore a relationship after cheating.

Ma Shengqiu also turned over, covered himself with the quilt, and fell asleep with his head covered.

Oscar Wilde looked and thoughtfully closed the door.

"take a good rest."

After closing the door.

Oscar Wilde was so relieved that he finally coaxed people away from begging for death.

He sat back to eat the steak, looked around, his expression gradually froze.

Wait.

Where do I go to sleep? ? ?

That night, a newly furnished small bed was added to the study room of the apartment. After reading a famous masterpiece before going to bed, Oscar Wilde breathed a sigh of relief, blew out the candle, and went to sleep.

In his sleep, Oscar Wilde dreamed of the snow scene he saw that day.

The black-haired man lay in the snow, opened his eyes, and looked at the world and himself in despair.

What a... bleak beauty.

Those who want to die fail to die.

What kind of misfortune would a person encounter, in order to avenge the one he loves, to ask his rival to dismember him and bring his head to meet him?

too scary.

Too... different from ordinary people.

Oscar Wilde approached the other party again. This time, he did not untie his clothes and wrap the other party. Instead, he reached out to help the other party up, and took another look at the beautiful scenery at the moment.

"you……"

The black-haired man smiled at him, sad to the extreme, and also a kind of deformed beauty.

He was at a loss.

I want to brush away the other party's sadness, and I want to hug the other party's cold body.

In his arms, the sutures on the man's body suddenly broke, and the corpses were scattered one by one. The most beautiful head fell on the snow, and blood flowed from the neck.

Until... the world is filled with blood.

Oscar Wilde rolled out of his cot in terror.

Success languishes.

The door to the new world was once again slammed shut on him, making his face smell of blood.

Slightly curved sexual orientation returns to straight.

There is a kind of oriental beauty, which can be seen from a distance but not played with.