Started with a green hat for Verlaine

On March 26, the French communes hold elections.

Outside the window of the apartment, the whistle sounded again. The tune was cheerful, much more positive than the music of the last opera "La Traviata", and it was also one of the masterpieces of music master Giuseppe Verdi.

"This is... Rigoletto."

Ma Shengqiu has been restless in recent days, even if he forces himself to sleep, he still doesn't feel sleepy.

A person who cannot die, who cannot sleep, is miserable.

After more than ten years, he heard the opera fragments in his previous life. If he didn't know deeply that the people with superpowers in Wenye World are pigeon spirits, and those who transcend are the kings of pigeon spirits, he might think that those people wrote it in reality. These works, presented in front of their own.

Oscar Wilde was not in the apartment, and went out to meet friends.

No one else was there, so Ma Shengqiu sat on the bed and listened for a while, dispelling the dullness in the air.He got out of bed with bare feet, came to the window, and slightly opened the heavy double curtains.

His love for literature gradually deepened into a kind of "desire" in the barren literary world.

That is an invisible connection with the previous life.

Urging him, attracting him, let him establish Stewed Pigeon Publishing House in Yokohama.

"This opera is adapted from Mr. Hugo's play The King's Pleasure."

"Who played it?"

"Do these people out there know Rigoletto? Have they seen the opera?"

He knew that he shouldn't look at the outside world, but the lingering for more than a month made him extremely desperate.He was supposed to be free and end his life after time travel with death, but unexpectedly opened his eyes again, and was continued in this supernatural world.

Unable to die, it became a shame instead.

Alive, he is a liar, a third party in love, only death can erase his stain.

He is willing to fulfill Rimbaud and Verlaine.

to his death.

Ma Shengqiu's resentment for becoming "Matilda" never disappeared, but was restrained and suppressed in his heart, making it impossible for him to show a sincere smile.

Holding the curtains, he gloomily listened to the music outside, thinking he would see someone he knew.

The tune of Rigoletto is famous all over the world for its lively and fancy tones. It is difficult to learn to play it, and it is even more difficult to play it well.

It was a teenager playing it on the street, and he worked hard to perform it.

"Not Mr. Hugo...?"

Ma Shengqiu also instinctively made a judgment.

At this time, the only person he couldn't resist was Victor Hugo. The person who came out was obviously a young European, brown and black, with heavier hair than Wilde, not the red hair that was so enthusiastic at first glance.There were not as many passers-by in the surrounding area as last time. After the weather got warmer, the Irish started their own jobs and stopped going on strike. In fact, no one who had enough money to go to the opera would be a low-level citizen.

The boy's whistle tune changed from smooth to intermittent, with frequent breath changes in the middle.

From a distance, with Aso Akiya's eyesight, he could see some movements.

The other party is wiping his eyes.

he is……

cry?

Then, the teenager finished the performance, covered his face with a scarf, and hurried away as if he was ashamed to be seen.The boy took a shortcut and left in the direction of Aso Qiuya, and Ma Shengqiu also lowered the curtains, and the sunlight was covered, and the boy who trotted away naturally did not see his only audience.

While running, the boy noticed the falling curtains from the corner of his eyes, but the lack of money and the shame of crying in public made him have no time to take care of these, he just wanted to go home early and hide.

Home should be a warm word.

His mother was born into a noble family of squires, and she was raised with a high-level education, but like many people who admired noble titles in this era, the family married her to an ugly and incompetent man, who was his Father - lazy, drunkard with no title of nobility!

Given his family background, he would not have been reduced to the level of performing whistles outside, but the family was sitting and eating, and his father never took care of his life with his mother. Over time, the family became poorer day by day, without even a house, relying on others Shared rent to survive.

After he graduated from middle school, he was horrified to find that his family could no longer provide for him to study.

His neighbor, Wanda Lille Lee, who studies music theory with great concentration, reminded: "Dear George, you have precious musical talent, but your family is not enough to allow you to develop it."

Learning music is the same as learning other arts. It costs money to develop, a lot of money.

The boy was desperate.

Unable to go back to school for further studies, he has only one way left: to work to earn money.

He got a few good tips for being a good whistler, but this kind of thing is almost like luck, and no one will always give him money, nor will he always appreciate his whistle songs.

He can't support himself with the music he loves!

At this point, a future musician may basically die.

Aso Qiuya's analytical ability did not decline much after he came back from the dead. From the boy's attire, it is easy to see that the other party's family is in a difficult situation. He is extremely short of money recently and may be about to drop out of school. Dressing up in old school uniforms appeared on the streets.

"What does it matter to me?"

He was cornered at the age of 16 and joined the port mafia, for whom would it be useful to cry?

Money is earned by yourself.

Aso Qiu also walked back with blank eyes. There were small freckles on the bridge of the nose of the other party, and his appearance was not delicate and cute, but the appearance of crying and wiping his tears was a little bit like Edogawa Ranpo who was in a state of despair, and covered him with a scarf. The movement of his face...it looked like a shy Lantang again.

It's always different, Luanbu has the title of genius, and Lantang will not run in such a mess.

It is the dazzling but dusty stars that attract people's affection.

Ma Shengqiu also brought a small fruit knife from the kitchen and put it under the pillow. Then, he mechanically sat on the bed and wrapped himself up in a quilt so that he could be buried in the coffin. The best mentality to get up is waiting for the unknown future.

At dinner time, Oscar Wilde smelled of beer. Irish people love stout, and he was no exception. He went to a friend's house to drink a few glasses, and came back happily from outside.

"I'll make you happy this time!" He used his ingenuity and brought several more books, which were much thicker than last time. He couldn't wait to make Oriental Beauty happy.

Ma Shengqiu's reaction to this was simple, with an extra knife in his hand.

Oscar Wilde flinched.

Oscar Wilde was holding a thick book, with a bitter face: "Sir, sir! You can't threaten the person who will save you back to the warm bed with a knife."

Ma Shengqiu didn't say a word, and when he heard the other party moved a little away, he retracted his hand under the bed.

You can't do without a little threat.

In his opinion, if the other party wanted to play an innocent Irish boy, he couldn't do anything out of the ordinary.

Who would have thought that Oscar Wilde's drunken smell would embolden him, the moment the fruit knife disappeared, he flew over, trying to use his body to suppress the hand under the quilt, so that the other party could not threaten him.

"Hahaha—I—" Oscar Wilde's laughter stopped abruptly.

Ma Shengqiu also restrained him at a speed that he couldn't see clearly, and then threw him off the bed without letting him take advantage of the bed.

Oscar Wilde rubbed his head, the book fell and the pages fell apart.

"Oops, these books have to be returned!"

He let out an annoyed exclamation, and went to sort out the books on the floor. The pages were yellowed, and the pages were not in English or Irish, let alone French or Latin, which the European upper classes were familiar with...

Aso Qiu also hated his eyes for being so good that he could see the Japanese on the printed characters at a glance.

Here are a few books from Japan!

Oscar Wilde asked: "Are you really not going to watch it?"

Ma Shengqiu also turned his back on this person, and he was fully sure to subdue him before he made a small move.

Can't deal with a transcendent, can't he deal with a "normal person"?

"My friend said that this book is very famous in the Far East, and people in the East should know it, so I specially asked for this book from a few Japanese students..." Oscar Wilde still couldn't read the book. The name, Japanese is still too unfamiliar to him.

"Take a look." Oscar Wilde tempted. "On the cover, there is a woman with long black hair. The dress is gorgeous, with long sleeves and long gown. It looks like a beautiful oriental princess."

Ma Shengqiu also squeezed out a trace of contempt for the other party in his autism.

You are blind.

Can the identity of a princess be judged by clothes?How many good-looking Japanese princesses can there be?

For some reason, Ma Shengqiu was easily offended by Oscar Wilde, even if the other party took good care of him and did not feel sorry for him at all.

Upon seeing this, Oscar Wilde said unwillingly: "Those Japanese students say this book has a thousand-year history! It is the most famous book in their country!"

Ma Shengqiu also closed his eyes, a question mark appeared in his mind.

Japan has a total history of more than 2000 years. You can call it a thousand-year history with just a book?

Could it be that the collection of Waka from the [-]th to the [-]th century in Japan - "Manyoshu"?Or other Japanese miscellaneous books that are not very well-known in the Wenye world?

"I do not watch."

Ma Shengqiu is also not interested in the books he has read, let alone those that are not classics.

"Ugh……"

Oscar Wilde sighed, his hard work was useless, and it seemed that the other party had nothing to do with Japan.

A bookmark fell from one of Oscar Wilde's flipped books.

It is a cherry blossom paper-cut.

He picked it up and looked, "Is this a Japanese flower? It's so beautiful." He read Japanese as if reading a book from heaven, "It's hard to imagine that a Japanese writer wrote a novel with millions of words so long ago. The ancient oriental country that has been passed down for many years is still amazing..."

Japan?

A million-word novel thousands of years ago?

Is it better than the ancient eastern country?

Ma Shengqiu, who was ignoring others on the bed, also said suddenly: "What are you talking about?"

Oscar Wilde was stunned for a moment: "I'm talking... there were novels with millions of words thousands of years ago..."

Aso stood up, with a frosty face: "How can Japan surpass that country?"

The literature in the previous life cannot be done, and the world of Wenye is even more dreaming!

"bring here!"

Under his cold voice, Oscar Wilde blinked strangely, and obediently gave him the first volume of the Japanese book, with a premonition that he was about to guess the country of the other party.

Akira Aso was about to black out Japanese literature when he suddenly saw the title of the book.

"how come……"

He was like a dream, startled by things that shouldn't exist in the dream.

Just like God can't create a stone that he can't lift, theoretically Ma Shengqiu will not see things in the supernatural world that are not in Wenye's world or in his own memory.

"The Tale of Genji?!"

Ma Shengqiu also said out loud, shocked to the extreme.

There is no such book in Wenye World, and Zi Shibu may be an ancient superhuman, or it may be because of the literary nature and excessive reputation, he was hidden by God in Wenye World.

In his previous life, he only heard the name of "The Tale of Genji", the most famous book in Japan, but did not read its content.

Because this book is similar to "Lolita" in his mind. No matter how good the content of the novel is, no matter how famous the name is, if the three views are inconsistent, and the sexuality is inconsistent, he would rather read other world famous novels.

"Impossible—it shouldn't be—where did you dig up this novel?"

He flipped through it.

This enlightenment of mourning literature is worthy of being a classic. It describes the ancient Japanese culture to the bone, and it is definitely not something that a layman can make up at will.

Murasaki Shikibu from so long ago is dead!

Teaming up with the Transcendents will not help him find this million-word novel!

Unless... what is reflected here is the literature of the previous life...

Unless... this is three-dimensional...

Akira Aso also couldn't comment on "The Tale of Genji", which is a book of Japanese culture after all.

In order to determine where he was, he said in a trembling voice.

"Wilde, do me a favor."

"?"

"I want "Dream of Red Mansions", no, no, I read "Dream of Red Mansions" in junior high school, and I want "Jin Ping Mei" from the Ming Dynasty in the [-]th century. Help me buy a copy of "Jin Ping Mei"...I want to see its literary level..."

Literature that can awaken the soul exists.

The premise is - it must be unique and famous through the ages, and no one else can imitate it!

This is the cultural heritage of a country!

Coincidentally.

Aso Qiuya only watched its movies in his previous life, but never read its original works.

……

Is this Wenye's version of "The Truman World" or the real historical world?

Literary masterpieces prove everything.

……

"The Tale of Genji": A flower and a tree are planted by old people.One thought and one thought will make people crazy today.

—— Murasaki Shikibu.