Started with a green hat for Verlaine

A person's mental outlook sometimes depends on changes in appearance.

Back in Dublin, Ma Shengqiu also asked Oscar Wilde for a set of old clothes, which he transformed into a set of home clothes. When he picked up a needle and thread to sew, the other party was surprised.

"Qiu, isn't this what women do?"

"Whether the seamstress who custom-made your high-end clothes is a man or a woman."

Ma Shengqiu also made Wilde speechless. In this era, it is basically men who master high-end technical work, and women generally participate in the textile industry.

Since Ma Shengqiu also claimed to be "Wang Qiu", Wilde no longer used the alienated title of "Mr." Instead, he was taught the pronunciation of Chinese by Ma Shengqiu and learned the syllable of "Autumn". Calling by first name is much closer than calling by last name.

"It's almost ready to wear. I don't need to buy new clothes for me. I won't go out for the time being." After the transformation, Aso Qiuya changed into Wilde's old clothes, a slightly yellowed silk shirt and cotton and linen trousers tied around the ankles.His body is generally thinner than Wilde's, with a smaller frame. He is thin and tall like a tall and straight pine on a cliff. A good description is elegant, and a bad description is weak.

However, Oscar Wilde knew something about Aso.

The other party has six pack abs!

In Oscar Wilde's impression, apart from boxers and equestrian sports enthusiasts, not many people in the upper class would have beautiful abdominal muscles.

Tiantian steak with red wine, potatoes with fried chicken, a small stomach is the norm...

Oscar Wilde subtly inhales and tucks in his stomach so it doesn't look too round under his shirt.

A 16-year-old boy with a medium build, but fortunately he is tall so he doesn't look fat.

"Food and water don't need to be prepared for me. It doesn't matter if I don't eat or drink." Ma Shengqiu also kept his expenses to a minimum. "The bedroom is returned to you, and I will sleep in the study."

Oscar Wilde refused without thinking: "No, you sleep in the bedroom. It's more convenient when my family comes to visit me. I can invite them into the study."

Europeans take the idea of ​​privacy very seriously.

This is the reason why Wilde secretly raised an adult male without being discovered by his brother.

"It's been hard work for you for a while." Ma Shengqiu didn't refuse, looking at the single apartment with one bedroom, one living room, one bathroom and one study room. The interior decoration of the room is very good even in the 21st century.He has a partial judgment on Wilde's family situation: the aristocratic class or middle class in the [-]th century, the annual family income is not less than [-] pounds, in order to support the consumption level of Wilde living alone.

"I need to borrow your books. If possible, I want to read them all."

"no problem."

Oscar Wilde agreed.

On the day before the start of Trinity College, Oscar Wilde discovered that Ma Shengqiu was also reading books at a very fast speed, including boring physics books. His serious attitude made him have some urge to learn. As soon as he opened the book, he knew that his impulse was just an illusion.

On April [-]st, breakfast was bread, eggs, and milk, which Oscar Wilde was accustomed to.

He thought that Ma Shengqiu would not come out of the bedroom, but he didn't expect that Ma Shengqiu was sitting in the living room, his hair was thin and not messy, and he was wearing fine home clothes, like an upper-class intellectual, with paper and pen in his hand, occasionally She raised her eyes to look at him, and lowered her eyes to write something.

"What are you writing?" Oscar Wilde clamored for his change.

"What I can do, what I want to do." Ma Shengqiu also thought for a while before answering Wilde, "and... the meaning of my life in this world."

He should have died in a world where supernatural powers are paramount, but God gave him a second chance to time travel.

He came to nineteenth-century England during the Industrial Revolution.

He has a lot of doubts and guesses about this world, and he doesn't fully believe that he has returned to the past in his previous life, because he feels that it is not a coincidence that he met his "acquaintance" Wilde.

Oscar Wilde took the opportunity to peek at the contents of the paper, and wrote a series of names of people he knew on the top, most of them were well-known people in Europe, such as French writer Victor Hugo, French poet Charles Pierre Baudelaire, British poet Byron, Russian writer Dostoevsky, etc., followed by the late musicians Ludwig van Beethoven and Franz Schubert.

Oscar Wilde was far from knowing the significance of this list.

Ma Shengqiu also asked: "Can you spare a little time and help me to cross out the name of the person who passed away?"

Oscar Wilde took out his gold-plated pocket watch and nodded reservedly: "Okay."

There is plenty of time to go to school.

After speaking, Oscar Wilde took the pen and was the first to cross out the French Baudelaire without hesitation.

"Mr. Baudelaire died three years ago."

Ma Shengqiu's dark eyes trembled.

death.

Always the most real and objective existence, the man who was always in debt and evading debt lay in his grave.

"Mr. Stendhal of France died 29 years ago."

"Eh, Emile Zola? I don't know who he is, so I won't cross it out."

"Mr. Dumas passed away at the end of last year, and Mr. Dumas Jr. is still alive. He is in his 40s this year."

"Mr. Flaubert hasn't published a new work for two years, but I heard that he is ill."

"Mr. Voltaire and Mr. Rousseau have passed away for almost 100 years. Why did you include them?"

"I have read Mr. Verne's "Twenty Thousand Leagues Under the Sea". The publisher said that an illustrated version will be published this year. This gentleman should be creating other literary works."

"Monsieur Molière's comedy is good, but he's long gone."

Oscar Wilde successively crossed out some deceased elders in the French literary world, such as Alphonse de Lamartine, the first romantic lyric poet, Paul Valéry, a French symbolist poet and academician of France, and left The following are the names of some of the only surviving literati.

"Here in England, Mr. Byron has been dead for many years."

"Who is Conan Doyle?"

"Thomas Hardy? Another unknown name."

"Mr. Shelley died two years before Mr. Byron."

"Mr. Keats is also dead."

"Herbert George Wells? I haven't heard of a well-known Mr. Wells in the literary and musical circles."

"Henry Fielding? This is a man from the last century. He is called the 'Father of British Fiction'. This is all flattered by others. Whether it is true depends on personal preference."

"Mr. Thackeray... I don't know his specific situation. I have only read his work "Vanity Fair". He is old enough to be my grandfather. He should be dead."

"Mr. Dickens died last year."

"Wordsworth..."

In the back, Oscar Wilde, who loves to be venomous and joking, also calmed down.

You don't know if you don't look at it, but you can see that a large number of literati have died.

Oscar Wilde no longer commented, and directly crossed out the names of these famous foreign figures.

Ma Shengqiu also looked at the names crossed out one by one, with a dull expression on his face.

"Goethe!"

"Schiller!"

"Three Bronte sisters!"

"Gogol!"

"Pushkin!"

"Beethoven!"

"Schubert!"

Most of the literary world has collapsed, and the music world has also died.

In the painting world, Van Gogh was indifferent to Schrödinger's death, because he was not well-known during his lifetime.

To use an exaggerated term to describe it, Oscar Wilde "killed" the list so fast that no one left on the list, making the names on the list that were not crossed out seem to be survivors of disaster.

Oscar Wilde returned the notebook to the other party: "I'm going to school, see you later."

In the apartment, there was a dead silence of Aso Akiya.

Ma Shengqiu also stood up slowly, looking for a work by a living person on Wilde's bookshelf.

Victor Hugo instantly became his first choice.

"Mr. Hugo..."

"Your health regimen is worth learning for those people."

The average life expectancy at the end of the nineteenth century was 40 years, and Victor Hugo died at the age of 83.

Aso Akiya touched the novel "Notre Dame de Paris" with his fingers, and when he opened it, it was like opening a part of his own life experience, and Quasimodo slightly illuminated his gloomy heart.

Compared with Quasimodo, how many people in this world can claim to live a difficult life?

【Love...Smeralda...】

The hoarse and unpleasant voice echoed deep in the memory.

Ma Shengqiu also leaned against the wall decadently, turned his head to the side, and looked at the outside world through the curtains.

"I'm starting from nothing again."

The fifteenth century could rely on paint to become the god in the eyes of painters.

How did the nineteenth century make money?

--penicillin?

Thinking that this era seems to be proud of suffering from romantic disease, Aso Qiuya's face twisted for a second.

"Edison and Nobel are alive, which means that Tesla is also there, and the investment can be discussed later."

"At this stage...the urgent need of the Industrial Revolution is..."

"Face mask?"

"Safety gear?"

He thought of ways he could make money to make up for Wilde, trying to forget the situation in France.

The nails dug into the palm inadvertently.

There are rumors...

Arthur Rimbaud was sexually assaulted by drunk soldiers after attending the Paris Commune...

……

Outside, the Paris Commune was established, further increasing the chaos within France.

A large number of members of the Paris Commune were suppressed.

A blond boy who ran away from home saw the Prussian soldier lying there by the river, stepped forward to check it lightly, and found that he was not asleep, but dead.

His face turned pale.

This is the first time in his life that the boy saw death and touched the cruelty of war.

Shortly thereafter, he joined the Paris Commune without hesitation, chasing the spark of his ideals, more courageous and fearless than many adults.

He became a member of the Liberty Shooters.

But he didn't know that this barracks was a gathering place for homosexuals.