Started with a green hat for Verlaine

Because of time constraints, the return journey is still by boat.

Oscar Wilde specifically explained: "I'm about to start school, next time I'll take you on a train tour. Do you like to visit art galleries or forest parks?"

Ma Shengqiu was also not in the mood to read anything, clasped his hands tightly, and put the transcribed books on his knees.

Oscar Wilde said considerately: "I will not bother you anymore."

Ma Shengqiu spoke hoarsely before he wanted to go back to the bedroom in the cabin to rest.

"How much did it cost you to take me to Liverpool?"

"Not much money."

Oscar Wilde standing in front of the door was quite handsome and didn't care about the small money.

However, Wilde can not care, and neither can Ma Shengqiu. He can no longer hide his ears and steal the bell, and realizes that he has left the magnificent world of supernatural powers through ancient books.

He can't die, maybe it has something to do with the soul from another world.

Akiya Aso stroked the cover of the book nervously with his fingers. It was made of Japanese lambskin and had a soft leather feel. What Wilde gave him was not bad, even if the other party was far less wealthy than after becoming famous.He should be grateful to Wilde. From a moral point of view, he treated his savior with cold words. The tolerance of the other party is not the reason for him to vent his anger.

How could he not know how hurtful his words were.

It can pierce an inferior soul and break a happy family.

Ma Shengqiu also said to Wilde, who was still young: "Is there anything you want?"

There was a hint of seriousness in those jet-black eyes, as if as long as Wilde said it, no matter how difficult it was, the other party would accomplish it for Wilde.

Oscar Wilde's throat moved, and he joked, "Aladdin's lamp?"

Ma Shengqiu also laughed, it was a pale smile that Wilde could not describe, as tired as a traveler dragging long steps in the desert at dusk, not laughing at him for mentioning the wishing treasure in "Arabian Nights", but It is silently conveying sad stories through the eyes of those who have passed by.

"Wishing has a price."

"I once got a wishing treasure, and the stories written in the rumors can be turned into reality. I made a wish about happiness on it, but it made me die at the age of 29."

"Perhaps in Baobao's view, eternal happiness is impossible."

"do you understand?"

"There are some desires that cannot be relied on by external forces, and we cannot afford the corresponding price."

Oscar Wilde's worldview was subject to secondary conflict.

It turns out that there really is a wishing treasure!

Oscar Wilde horrified: "Wait, you're 29? Not at all!"

Ma Shengqiu also nodded, trying to lift his spirits: "From the perspective of Europeans, Asians are generally a few years younger, just like I don't know how old you are now."

Oscar Wilde said, "I was sixteen."

Surprise flashed in Aso Akiya's eyes, which made Oscar Wilde feel a little sad.

Are you that old?

Oscar Wilde refused to admit that he looked old-fashioned. Irish people are generally like this. At most, he has a rich diet and better physical development.

Oscar Wilde said tentatively, thinking that the other party wanted to realize his wish.

"Can you stay with me forever?"

So seductive!

With the other party's company, one can imagine that there will be a qualitative breakthrough in one's own aesthetics.

"I can't do it."

Ma Shengqiu also interrupted his little thoughts, and said something calmly: "I have adopted two children. The eldest son is two years older than you, and the younger son is almost 16 years old."

He also compared it with Wilde in front of him.

Europeans and Asians are very different, and they look alike to each other.

"Well, let me think about it." After being rejected by him, Oscar Wilde touched his chin and thought, and then expressed his wish without any psychological pressure, "I want you to smile for me sincerely, and call me 'Dear Oscar', tell me your name!"

In one sentence, three requirements, worthy of Oscar Wilde who is good at word games.

"Smile sincerely..." Ma Shengqiu also smiled for his request, but was denied by Wilde, "No, this kind of smile is fake, you are not happy at all."

Ma Shengqiu also went to touch his cheek, could he no longer smile sincerely?

"It seems that it will be difficult to realize your wish."

"For some time in the future, I can slowly wait for you to realize my wish!"

Oscar Wilde's tricks worked.

Ma Shengqiu was also touched by his persistence and kindness. Compared with Wilde, his mentality of saving Arthur Rimbaud was far from pure, full of distracting thoughts and ambitions of adults.

The other party is the real boy.

And I—just a fool who lied to others and finally tricked myself into it.

"Sir, can I say your name?"

"Please let me think about it too."

"What?"

"I forgot my real name in the early years, and then I only have a common name, but I don't want to say it, I think I should use my real self to speak to you..."

Aso Qiuya's words were soothing, like a stone being thrown into a swirling pool of water, the echo was extremely soft.He had been pretending for too many years, and looking back on his life, it turned out that he was extremely relaxed when he became Esmeralda, and he didn't have to worry about dying in the position of the leader of the port mafia one day.

"I should be called—" Ma Shengqiu also paused, and the most classic first sentence of "Hundred Surnames" jumped out of his mind: [Zhao Qian, Sun Li, Zhou Wu, King Zheng. 】

Plants cannot live without roots, and people cannot live without names.

Now that he has come to this nineteenth century, he has the qualifications to start over.

From nothing.

Fill in your blank past.

Not some school dropout with both parents dead, not some port mafia boss running the night.

Ma Shengqiu was also in a trance, grasping the wrist he sawed tightly with his hands. There was no blood flowing from this body, and it was neither alive nor dead. Even the most skilled doctor in the world could not test his DNA.He came to a strange country naked alone, and all his acquaintances stayed in Wenye World. Across the world, it didn't matter if he said he was Chinese.

A rootless person, trying to root himself to grasp the nutrients in the world?

Is this world giving him hope that he shouldn't have?Otherwise, how could he have the urge to cry just because of a name, longing to say that his name is "Artier Rimbaud" just like Lan Tang who recovered his memory?

The gray and white world has a touch of vivid color.

live for yourself?

Laugh when you want, cry when you want, no need to stay on the verge of madness and collapse.

When did he forget his original intention after crossing... Forgot that he wanted to be a reckless person, travel around the world, fall in love with the most powerful people, and make friends with the most dangerous people, all of this came from He was initially unwilling to be ordinary.

【who I am? 】

【What kind of life do I want? 】

Ma Shengqiu also met Wilde's eagerly looking eyes, and finally confirmed it.

"Wang Qiu."

A new name was born spontaneously.

"Thank you for saving me, Oscar Wilde."

You took me in and didn't let me fend for myself in the snow. Even though life is a painful thing, let me choose such a name that is associated with you.

owe you.

I will work hard to make money to repay you, and I will not let you die poor in Paris, France.

Tentatively set a small goal——

Find out the background of the world and have the ability to survive independently in Ireland.

……

"The Queen of the Broken Head": All the gifts given by fate have already been secretly priced.

— Stefan Zweig.