Started with a green hat for Verlaine

"There are no such people in Dublin. I heard from my father's friends that there are Chinese living in the port of Liverpool."

"Where is Liverpool?"

"The port city in the northwest of England is quite far from here."

The word Chinese was taught to Oscar Wilde by Ma Shengqiu. Oscar Wilde learned a few interesting vocabulary and became interested in the language of that ancient country.

"It happens that I have time, let's go and contact those people!"

Oscar Wilde was in high spirits, like a sailor at the helm, ready to set sail at any time.

He extended his hand to Aso, wanting to change the other's silence.

"bring it on."

This pair of not-so-elegant right hands is firm and powerful.

"I'll take you to the boat."

ship.

This used to be a term that made Ma Shengqiu sad in the fifteenth century.

He prepared for a year to go to Italy, but failed to cross the border, and was blocked in front of his eyes by a terrible air wall, which made him realize that he was in a false world, and he would always be with the all-rounder in history. Mr. Finch misses.

"Where can your ship go?" Ma Shengqiu also said in a low voice.

"Anywhere." Oscar Wilde smiled happily, with a bright light in his eyes.

Because of this conversation, Aso Qiuya went out on his own initiative for the first time after his death and boarded a ship bound for Liverpool, England.On the ship, he was dressed in dark clothes, his face was covered with black gauze, and his skin was tightly wrapped, just like a traveler who was afraid of the sun and suffered from skin diseases. Wilde explained to the crew: "We don't Going abroad is to go to Liverpool, my friend is naturally photophobic and can't stand a little stimulation, and I bought a first-class ticket!"

In this era of ships or trains, first-class tickets always belong to the privileged class.

No matter who he brings on board, as long as he has money, 90.00% of the problems can be solved.

Oscar Wilde helped Ma Shengqiu to the room, and what greeted his eyes was the brown-red wooden boards, the luxurious red sofa, the wine cabinet, and a door leading to the bedroom.This is almost comparable to the modern environment, and even many ordinary people cannot afford such a room in modern times.

Ma Shengqiu also gently pushed his hand away, and calmly found a place to sit down.

Oscar Wilde circled him and asked, "Are you seasick?"

Ma Shengqiu also said coldly, "I'm already dead."

The dead don't get seasick.

After Oscar Wilde understood what he meant, he said with great wit: "Dead people can't speak, so you are a special living person, and dizziness is caused by visual, physical and psychological factors. Suppose you go to another room, Maybe you'll faint from the smoke, maybe?"

Afterwards, Oscar Wilde opened a bottle of red wine for himself and poured it into two goblets. He didn't feel flustered about going out, and enjoyed the journey happily.

It's nice to be accompanied by beauties.

Oscar Wilde took a peek at Aso Akiya who had taken off his black veil and hat. The other party was unaware of the lethality of his beauty beyond ordinary people in this city and this country.

"Sir, would you like a sip? Irish specialty red wine."

"Sir, are your clothes comfortable to wear? I specially asked a tailor to modify them for you."

"Sir, your sitting posture is so beautiful."

"gentlemen……"

Wherever Wilde was present, it seemed that the voice of the other party would be left alone.

As night fell, the boat became lively. Oscar Wilde was quite vigilant in this regard, he did not go out easily, and did not dare to leave Ma Shengqiu in the room alone.

Oscar Wilde tipped passing sailors for their food orders.

When he was away from home, he was very particular about eating and drinking. He arranged a bunch of unnecessary decorations, trying to create the atmosphere of a candlelight dinner at sea.

A meal cost two quid.

Ma Shengqiu also took a closer look at the "antique" gold coins that Oscar Wilde took out.

After a while, a £1 gold coin appeared in Aso Akiya's hand, with an unknown person's head on it, and the luster of gold proved the gold content inside.

Oscar Wilde leaned over to explain the origin and value of the coin.

The smell of red wine is slightly fresh and fruity.

The distance between the two is shortened.

Staring at the beauty looking down at the gold coins by the candlelight, her black hair was flowing with a mysterious luster, and her pupils were like an abyss that sucked out the light, which made Oscar Wilde fascinated.He lamented his luck, escaped from the vulgar and boring life, and could talk to a person who defeated death.

Who is not afraid of death?

Of all the people he met, only the other was single-mindedly longing for death.

"Where did you come from, sir?"

"..."

"Is it inconvenient to say?"

"...When I meet those people, maybe I'll know where I come from."

Ma Shengqiu also picked up the gold coin, his eyes were not on it, it was empty, as if he saw other things through it.Satisfied with this, Oscar Wilde asked, "Is it boring to stay in the room? How about we go to the window and look at the sea?"

Ma Shengqiu also threw the gold coin to Wilde, and returned to sitting alone quietly.

"Don't bother me."

One sentence blocked the talkative Wilde.

Oscar Wilde had a habit of talking to himself. In his words, a person who speaks alone will not be refuted, and can freely express his inner thoughts.

Oscar Wilde whispered and whispered again: "You can sleep in the bed inside at night."

Ma Shengqiu also closed his eyes to rest, but did not respond.

Oscar Wilde was dumbfounded.

A night without dreams.

The next day, Oscar Wilde came out of his bedroom to stretch, and what he saw was not the oriental man sitting there like a wizard in his imagination, but a figure lying on the coffee table and taking a nap.

The other party broke away from the mystery in an instant.

This is "human".

Although it is different, the other person still needs rest and will feel tired.

Oscar Wilde realized with annoyance that it was not that the other party couldn't feel tired, but that he had given up the bedroom to him, not wanting to occupy the only resting space.

"Sorry sir, I didn't realize you needed sleep, I—"

Not finished.

He stared blankly at the other party standing up and walking towards the room behind him.

"I'll give you the room tonight." Ma Shengqiu also closed the door and went to rest. Through the crack of the closed door, the calm face of the black-haired man could be vaguely seen.

"If you are really innocent, you have nothing to do to me..."

"no need to say sorry."

Wilde was not among those who hurt him.

Liverpool has one of the most prosperous ports in the world. There are many ships coming and going. People of all colors are busy on board and off the ship. It is inevitable that there will be a few yellow-skinned crew members.

Not far from the shore of the port, there is a laundry shop. The Chinese owner has a mouthful of big yellow teeth, and his skin is dark and withered. After communicating with Oscar Wilde in English, he looked surprised and looked at the silent Ma Shengqiu beside him. Also: "Young boy?" It turned out that Oscar Wilde explained the situation to the boss, and someone who knows your language wants to communicate with you.

Ma Shengqiu didn't speak either. Regardless of Oscar Wilde's obstruction, he tore off the things that covered his face, revealing the black hair and black eyes of the Chinese.

The Chinese boss was also frightened by the people in front of him.

What kind of fairy character is this.

Her hair was short to her ears, and her skin was so fair that even the young lady of the official's family could not compare.

He couldn't describe the people he saw, he was at a loss, and asked him where he was from in Cantonese with a strong accent that could blind modern people.

"My fellow, I don't understand, can you write it down?"

Ma Shengqiu also had a hard time listening, and asked the other party to use pen and paper to communicate.

The Chinese boss has a dull face, waving his hands, his finger joints are thick, and he doesn't know how to write.

Oscar Wilde found that their communication was not smooth, and he was very puzzled. As a bystander, he could hear the difference between the two speeches. He immediately said: "Use English."

Ma Shengqiu was also absent-minded for a while.

Standing on the territory of the United Kingdom and meeting people in their homeland, the two sides cannot communicate through language and writing.

Actually relying on English... relying on English?So fucked up!

After switching back to English, the Chinese boss was finally able to talk to Ma Shengqiu. Only then did Ma Shengqiu realize that the other party was a sailor who came to Liverpool from Guangzhou with the British fleet ten years ago. He was better than other people who worked hard at sea. Some, the other party has accumulated enough starting capital to open a laundry on the shore.

Ma Shengqiu also proposed: "I want to read the books you brought from my hometown."

The Chinese boss shook his head: "We are all here to make money, who will bring books."

Aso Qiuya's eyes dimmed.

Oscar Wilde suddenly stuffed a coin into his palm, held the other's hand firmly, and said in his ear, "Don't believe their words too much, it's not enough for me."

What Wilde gave was yesterday's pound!

The purchasing power of the pound is extremely strong. In the novel, Sherlock Holmes, who was born in the same year as Wilde, once said that a single lady can live well with an annual income of sixty pounds. This sentence was refuted by the female client. , can live well without sixty pounds.

Ma Shengqiu also recalled many impressions of the [-]th century. He squeezed the gold coins in his hands and gave up so easily. Didn't even Wilde look down on him?

"I'm not so incompetent yet."

It has always been the time when he sponsored other people's money and had not yet been sponsored by others.

Ma Shengqiu also ignored Wilde's astonishment, and stuffed the gold coin back. All doubts and despair about the world were ruthlessly suppressed, with a gentle expression deliberately appearing on his face.

The lifeless winter is no longer cold and windy, but with the comfort of the spring breeze.

Tenderness even if false.

What's more, Ma Shengqiu also has excellent appearance and demeanor, just like a beauty in a Chinese ink painting, who is completely different from the people at the bottom of society.When he bowed his body, bent his knees, and asked equally and humbly as a junior, no one could refuse, "I am a scholar who accidentally drifted to a foreign country and was trapped for more than ten years. In my dream, I also want to go back to the home where my memory is vague, and read the text of the motherland again, please do it."

The Chinese boss was moved. He had been in the UK for ten years and finally climbed ashore.

And the opponent is more than ten years old!

He looked at such a bluffing face again... an unimaginable miserable experience came to his mind.

Half an hour later, the Chinese boss took the two of them to another Chinese home.

Chinese people live in groups, one person is illiterate, and one out of ten people can barely read, and books were important family heirlooms in previous eras.

Ma Shengqiu also got his wish and saw a tattered ancient book.

There is nothing to be picky about, he can't ask others to take the banned book "Jin Ping Mei" to sea.

This is a book he has never read before. It is called "Seven Characters Miscellaneous Characters". At a glance, it seems to be a book used to teach others to learn miscellaneous characters and to be familiar with Chinese common characters. However, he was not disappointed. Its author's name It proved that my vision is limited: "Written by Pu Songling!"

Pu Songling, courtesy name Liuxian, a writer in the Qing Dynasty, the world calls Mr. Liaozhai!

The other party's masterpiece - "Strange Tales from a Liaozhai Studio"!

Ma Shengqiu also borrowed paper and pen from Wilde, transcribed it on the spot, not sticking to the calligraphy, but only recorded the content, and got "Seven Characters Miscellaneous Characters" without spending a penny.

At this point, he read the above text in a trance, like crying but not crying, like waking up from a dream.

"Miscellaneous characters should be recognized and difficult to write, and only the objects can be spoken smoothly."

"First of all, it is said that the grain nourishes life, and then it is covered with cloth and silk."

Countless miscellaneous characters he knew and he didn't know were compiled into catchy words, teaching people to recognize uncommon characters, popular theories, and happy tricks, so he never thought of taking other people's books.

Because it is a kind of inheritance of words!

Chinese people can forget the appearance of their hometown, but they can't forget their own culture!

"Seven Words and Miscellaneous Characters" does not shake the world and weep ghosts and gods, and it is even less likely to be comparable to the four great classics, but it teaches Aso Qiuya in the simplest way and pulls him into this troubled world.This world is not so beautiful, even cruel, but it is a real history——

In the nineteenth century, the last years of the Qing Dynasty, it was a thrilling and meaningful era.

There is an industrial revolution here.

Here is Darwin who published "Origin of Species".

Here are the unsuccessful painter Van Gogh, Hugo, Tolstoy, Toon and other literary seniors who are still alive. They live together in today's era.

Here is the stage of Edison, Nobel, and Tesla, and the stars are shining.

Aso Qiuya's breathing fluttered, and he looked at Wilde who brought him here with strange eyes.

wrong.

I may have gotten it all wrong.

"Sir?" The Irishman's face is still childish, showing concern, brown hair and brown eyes, round cheeks, the talent in his soul has not yet bloomed, and there are no jaw-dropping black stockings and high heels on his feet. He looks like a A rich boy with a lot of money and expensive clothes.

Are you a three-dimensional Oscar Wilde?

The young Wilde on Baidu Encyclopedia who has not yet completely become angry?

Ma Shengqiu also slowly squatted down and hugged his head. The coolness from the cut on his neck never dissipated. He recalled the scene of lying in the snow waiting to die, but someone picked up the body and went home.

"I...what the hell...traveled for the second time..."

……

Here comes the wolf.

Is it true this time?

How did I travel to the nineteenth century when I was sliced ​​by Paul Verlaine!

This world is unscientific——! ! !