Started with a green hat for Verlaine

On March [-], a historic event happened in the neighboring country of Ireland.

Three days later, relevant news appeared in major newspapers like snowflakes and distributed all over the country. Everyone who is concerned about politics learned of the workers' uprising in Paris, France.

"This will be a great attempt in human history." Oscar Wilde said excitedly after picking up the newspaper, "The first proletarian organization, I don't know if they can succeed! Even if they don't succeed, they will give the future people leave valuable experience..."

Surrounding the oriental beauty on the bed, Oscar Wilde read newspapers incessantly.

Ma Shengqiu only felt a hundred flies flying around his ears.

He emptied his mind and hypnotized himself.

can not hear.

Can't understand.

don't want to hear.

This false world can't affect him, he won't let others watch his good show.

After half an hour of fighting, Oscar Wilde lost his excitement and looked at Qiuya Aso helplessly: "Sir, can you understand what I mean? I mean—we don't have a cultural gap, right? I No intention of belittling anyone, just wanted to share with you something about France."

Seeing the Orientals undisturbed, Oscar Wilde was a little discouraged.

How come there is no response?

The other party likes the romantic French, so they should care about the national conditions of France, right?

"The country will be in turmoil," Oscar Wilde emphasized.

"The people will be involved in the class struggle," Oscar Wilde added.

"Beautiful Paris may be ignited by the flames of war. The will of the middle and lower classes will gather together to call for freedom and democracy..." Oscar Wilde Barabara said a lot, and finally concluded, "The person you love may die France in chaos."

The voice fell.

There was a dull silence in the bedroom.

Oscar Wilde said one thing with his wisdom, Artille Rimbaud is indeed in France, and according to the three-dimensional historical trajectory, the other party will run away from home and go to Paris to join this organization.The historical event that happened at this time should be-the Paris Commune is about to be established!

This is what students usually take on, one of the most famous historical events of the nineteenth century.

Ma Shengqiu also said lightly: "You guys acted very seriously."

Oscar Wilde wondered.

I can understand every word, but I am at a loss as to how to put them together.

Ma Shengqiu also said: "It's England and France again. This time it's more powerful than last time. Do you dare to involve two countries? Not only you, Mr. Hugo and Mr. Shakespeare have also been invited... Can you pay such a price?" I am afraid that the only price I have given away is the Twilight Pavilion..."

"It's him... invite you to act and awaken my desire to live?"

"I'm not going to France."

"He can do whatever he likes. I will not live as a humanoid with different abilities, nor will I be a disgusting third party. There is no medicine for regret in this world!"

"Let him go!"

"France is so good, let him stay in the France he loves and don't come to me again!"

"The Twilight Pavilion is the breakup fee I gave him!"

"My partner is only Lan Tang, not Arthur Rimbaud! And there is no Arthur Rimbaud named Paul Verlaine! Let him go as far as I can!"

Oscar Wilde was dumbfounded by the scolding, and thought about it substitutingly, this oriental beauty who was taken away by himself actually suspected that he was acting in a play with someone else?

Hugo?Shakespeare?

Why are the surnames of these two literary predecessors involved?

And... Paul Verlaine?This name seems to have been heard somewhere, is it a French poet?

Oscar Wilde has countless questions waiting to be solved, and his heart is itchy.

He said patiently: "I have not received favors from others, I can swear with my soul!"

"Who do you swear to? Which god do you believe in? Even the devil thinks your soul is frivolous." Ma Shengqiu also turned his head, his eyes were cold and sarcastic, with black hair and white skin, and slender eyebrows and eyes. The oriental man lying on the bed looked like a classical painting. The most traditional black and white color contains the most elegant charm.

Oscar Wilde choked and couldn't help thinking, am I so bad?

No!

Frivolity is an illusion, his essence is a calm and reliable person!

"I'm studying at Trinity College, which is a church college..." Oscar Wilde's voice became softer and he wiped his face. Everything the beauty said was true, "If you don't believe me, You can go out at any time, I will not restrict your freedom."

Ma Shengqiu also said sleepily: "I'm not interested in jumping into your script."

Oscar Wilde was heartbroken: "Look at the newspapers, this is a national event, how could I deceive you with the affairs of neighboring countries! If you ask any Irishman on the street, they will tell you that we Irish never cheat Kidnapped bad thing!"

Aso Qiu also didn't believe a word.

Oscar Wilde's kindness was misunderstood, and he walked out angrily.

On the same day, Oscar Wilde went home to spend the night and complained to his mother that he saved a man but was misunderstood by the other party, who regarded him as a liar.Mrs. Jane Wilde felt amused, and said: "Oscar, are you sure you haven't done anything abnormal or suspicious? Perhaps, you should let that person understand your family background, and you have no reason to be a liar."

Oscar Wilde said firmly: "No! I was a good man once!"

A truly good man who has the courage to save a dying man in the snow!

Ok.

Even if the other party has no clothes on.

Recalling the scene he saw for the first time, Oscar Wilde blushed slightly, opened the topic, and asked his mother: "I don't know much about foreigners, mother, do you know Paul Verlaine and Arthur Rimbaud? Any other famous people named Hugo, Shakespeare?"

Mrs. Jane Wilde worked as a reporter, poet, literary critic, and translator. Oscar Wilde had an excellent literary quality under the training of his mother.

Mrs. Jane Wilde recalled: "I haven't heard of Arthur Rimbaud, but I know that there is a married poet named Paul Verlaine in the French poetry circle. I haven't heard of the famous people named Hugo and Shakespeare you mentioned Understand, those two gentlemen both have children. Mr. Victor Hugo has two daughters. The eldest daughter drowned at an early age, and the second daughter Adele has never returned to France. Mr. Shakespeare has been dead for 200 years. One of his daughters and Two twin sons didn't leave much of a mark."

To Oscar Wilde's delight, there really was a poet named Paul Verlaine!

"Mom, do you have that poet's poetry collection?"

"No."

"why?"

"He was too deeply influenced by Baudelaire, and the two collections of poetry he published have the style of Parnassian poetry. The third collection of poetry published last year abandoned the imitation of Baudelaire and lacked those bold attempts. After that, the whole collection of poems became dull and the writing became more regular."

After Mrs. Jane Wilde succinctly evaluated Verlaine's poetry collection, she was optimistic about the poet who was still in the groping stage, otherwise she would not know so much content.

"You may not be able to buy his works in bookstores in Ireland. If you want to read them, I can ask a friend to bring them from France. I don't know if France is safe in the near future."

"Mom, borrow a poetry book for me, I can't wait that long."

"Okay, I'll go ask the neighbors."

Mrs. Jane Wilde, who doted on her youngest son, agreed.

Merrion Square is located in the center of Dublin, close to the Irish government building. The surrounding residents are either rich or expensive. Naturally, none of the neighbors who can live in the core area of ​​Irish rights is ordinary.

Oscar Wilde seemed to have grasped the key, and returned to the apartment the next day with great vigor.

As soon as he entered, he straightened his shirt and happily went to Aso Qiuya.

"Hey sir, I brought you a book."

"..."

"Guaranteed surprise!"

"...?"

Ma Shengqiu was also forcibly lifted up by Oscar Wilde, and his face became a little gloomy.

He decided that he couldn't let Wilde push his nose to his face again.

Then, his eyes were attracted by the books that Oscar Wilde offered with a smile.

- "Melancholy Psalms".

Its creator is surprisingly Paul Verlaine!

Ma Shengqiu also took a deep breath: "Wilde." If you want to die, just say it.

Oscar Wilde was not afraid of his face, and bravely said: "This is the first collection of poems published by Paul Verlaine in [-]. I can watch and talk with you. What he wrote is not good. , we can speak out together.”

Ma Shengqiu was also stunned by the reason he gave.

What does that mean...they read poetry books and smack poets together?

Oscar Wilde opened the collection of poems, which were all in the original French version without English translation. Oscar Wilde read to the beauty emotionally with his beautiful voice.

"As a child, I dreamed of huge diamonds."

"The luxury of Persia, the luxury of the Pope..."

Ma Shengqiu was also troubled by Oscar Wilde's imperfect French pronunciation.

"And I hate beautiful women, forever! Hate half-syllable rhymes and worldly friends." After reading the first poem, Oscar Wilde exclaimed artificially: "My God, he hates beautiful women? Then he must I like pretty men!"

The corners of Aso's mouth twitched slightly.

Although overly arbitrary, it seems to be quite correct.

When Oscar Wilde was about to read the next poem "Never Again", he heard the elegant and soft French say: "Memory, memory, what do you want from me?"

Oscar Wilde couldn't help saying to those dark eyes that had been hurt by love.

"Have you read this book of poetry?"

So, he didn't find the wrong person?

"Yes, I have."

Ma Shengqiu also admitted after his death, too lazy to save face.

As a veteran literary fan, he likes the spiritual and unconstrained poetry of Arthur Rimbaud, and he naturally reads the works of another person related to it.He hated Paul Verlaine for causing Arthur Rimbaud to close his pen, which did not conflict with his reading of Paul Verlaine's poetry collection.

After all, professional black fans have to read all the works of their opponents before they can comment.

"I hate him, don't mention him in front of me."

"Is he your lover?"

"no!"

Ma Shengqiu also thought of the three-dimensional bald Paul Verlaine, who was instantly stimulated and retorted angrily: "My beloved Lan Tang has thick and long black curly hair, and his eyes are like chrysoberyls. It's not that he has lost his hair and turned into a Mediterranean hairstyle." Paul Verlaine!"

Oscar Wilde, who had never met Verlaine, was overwhelmed by the adjective.

Mediterranean?

Images popped up in his mind.

Oscar Wilde learned a new vocabulary for swearing without profanity today.

"However, that's all in the past." Ma Shengqiu also threw the poetry collection back into Wilde's arms, "Whether he will lose his hair in the future, I don't know, the French probably have unreliable hairlines."

Oscar Wilde curious: "Aren't you sad?"

Ma Shengqiu also said: "Thanks to you, now my mind is full of his poetry collection."

Oscar Wilde laughed loudly, half lying on the bed, with brown hair past the ears, thick and soft, like an Irishman who didn't have to worry about hair loss for the time being.He propped his chin, trying to sculpt a coquettish and slender water snake shape, but he overestimated his slightly burly figure.

Ma Shengqiu also thought of the blond Wilde who looked like Apollo through his round face, and was speechless for a while.

This guy's face value and physique are too different.

"Mister's French is very good. Have you lived in France for a long time?"

"No."

"Self-taught?"

"If you fall in love with a Frenchman, you will speak French as well."

Ma Shengqiu also looked at Oscar Wilde coldly, never treating him as a minor, "Don't test me, I won't tell you about my past, you will understand what you should know, and you will know what you shouldn't know People take their time to think wildly."

Oscar Wilde smiled wryly: "For the first time, I found someone so difficult to please."

Ma Shengqiu would rather be an annoying person.

Unfortunately, Oscar Wilde immediately said: "But I still want you to be happy, and I want you to smile for me sincerely, that must be a priceless picture."

Aso Shengqiu also lowered his head to look at the sutures on the back of his hand. It is not difficult to imagine that his whole body is covered with such things.

"I'm ugly now." He was puzzled, "It shouldn't conform to your aesthetics."

"You are wrong." Oscar Wilde shook his head.

The Irish teenager, who was still young and had already learned how to be seductive, looked at him intoxicatedly, his eyes remained clear, and he was purely obsessed with the beauty of his face.

"You are so beautiful that I'm afraid that once you go out, I won't be able to protect you. It's amazing."

"gentlemen."

"I ask you with the most solemn attitude in my life—"

Oscar Wilde's face was slightly shy, and his eyes were full of expectations for beauty, "Do you have a younger sister?"

Ma Shengqiu was also in a daze, as if he had seen the second vicious Victor Hugo.

You guys are really disappointed that I don't have a sister.

Brother, do you want it?

As long as you are willing, I will pay the bride price, and you can be a family...

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