Started with a green hat for Verlaine

"Clap."

There are large fields on both sides, and the blond boy walked home through the muddy road.

He was soaked by the rain, his hair was in knots, so pitiful, his gloomy complexion was like a depressing storm, scaring away the groom who originally wanted to take him home.

Isabel Rimbaud found her brother outside in the house and ran out immediately, but her outstretched hands failed to get her brother's hug.Arthur Rimbaud pushed her away, "Isabel, I'm dirty, give me a suit before our Dark Speaker sees me."

Isabelle Rimbaud, who was in her early teens, avoided her mother obediently and gave the clothes to Arthur Rimbaud who hid in the warehouse.Arthur Rimbaud didn't intend to get sick. He took off his shirt frequently. The 17-year-old boy was thin, with mostly soft flesh and no abdominal muscles that symbolized a man. He frowned and sat on a chair with difficulty. Take off your wet trousers.

The jeans were more close-fitting, and there was a layer of red long johns inside, which were thick and absorbent. Panting for breath, he pulled off his pants forcefully, cursing a series of obscenities angrily.

The hens in the warehouse were squawking and not welcoming his arrival.

Arthur Rimbaud changed his clothes in a state of distraught, and sneezed violently. Goosebumps appeared on his skin after it came into contact with the damp and cold air.

He said with a cold face, "Isabel, give me a pair of scissors!"

Isabelle Rimbaud, whose back was turned to him, turned pale in shock: "What are you going to do?"

Arthur Rimbaud said fiercely: "Cut off the trousers that shame me!"

Isabel Rimbaud was startled by him, turned around, did not hand him the scissors, and hid behind his back, "When you showed off to us, didn't you say it was a birthday present from your father?"

Arthur Rimbaud was furious: "He is a shit, a bastard, an irresponsible piece of garbage, I don't have that kind of father!"

Isabelle Rimbaud's small face was dazed.

Not long ago, it was the other party who praised their father to them, and it was the other party who scolded their father today.

The two didn't pay attention to their mother's arrival at all, and a quarrel broke out between the siblings. Isabel disapproved of her brother's behavior, and said distressedly and frugally: "If you don't want pants, you can let me inherit them, and I can wear yours in a few years." clothes."

"I'm going to tear it up now!"

"Oh my god, these are pants made of pure wool wool, the most warm in winter!"

"Isabel, give me the scissors!"

"No!"

Isabelle Rimbaud ran into her mother's arms when she rushed out. A stereotyped woman in a black dress stood at the door, staring at the two with a cold face, pausing the noise of the warehouse.

The ugly long johns that Arthur Rimbaud didn't want ended up in his mother's hands.

Mrs. Rimbaud unraveled the wool by hand, rolled it into a red wool ball, weighing one and a half pounds, and invited a village woman who could knit.After a quiet discussion, they decided to transform into three red scarves for keeping warm in winter.

Seeing that the matter was settled, Arthur Rimbaud sat on the wooden fence outside to enjoy the cold wind.

A horse or two walks leisurely in winter.

The more he thought about it, the more angry he became, and he sat with his arms folded, preferring to shiver than go back to the room. The cold wind penetrated into the gaps in his trousers, and his legs, which had lost their long johns, trembled slightly.

The father he thought was a man who was not good at words and would protect his children.

result?

The gap between reality and fantasy is so heartbreaking!

"I have to ask Mr. Hugo." Arthur Rimbaud couldn't accept the fact he was facing, and his eyes burst out with the aura of a newborn calf, "Mr. Hugo has no reason to lie to me, just as I can go to see Fran Sowa, go and take a look at his family's collection of books."

As soon as he thought of it, Arthur Rimbaud packed his bags for the Guernsey Island salute overnight, and ran away the next morning with the package, so busy that he couldn't feel the fatigue of the journey.

Isabelle Rimbaud said to her mother: "My brother has run away again."

Madame Rimbaud looked at the road in front of her house silently, shook her head, and closed the door.

In Guernsey, Arthur Rimbaud himself fell ill the moment he saw François Victor.During the fever, he cried for a while to see his father, and yelled at his father for a while, talking nonsense, which made François Victor, who was also recovering from the illness, quite helpless.

"What's going on here?" François Victor asked, Victor Hugo tried Arthur Rimbaud's forehead with his hands, it was obviously hot, and looking at this young man's forehead was quite Jingjing's face turned red, and she sighed: "Someone asked me to save this child, I thought he was his father, and later that person sent me a letter explaining the truth..."

François Victor was concerned: "Who is Rimbaud?"

Victor Hugo said: "I don't know. He didn't reply to the letter. The address for sending the letter has always been in Dublin, Ireland. When he wakes up, you can ask him if he knows an Englishman or an Irishman."

afterwards.

Arthur Rimbaud wept.

"I don't know anyone from abroad! He lied to me—! My real father is a scum, let me go without fifty francs, I don't have such a bad father!"

Arthur Rimbaud, who lacked paternal love, cried with snot and tears everywhere, and his expression collapsed. He was patted on the shoulder by Victor Hugo and coaxed, and a poor junior appeared in an instant.Victor Hugo believes that he is not lying. Which child does not expect his father to be a hero and a good man who takes care of the children, but more men do not know how to take responsibility.

For that pen pal, Victor Hugo was still angry, and would definitely scold him if he met him.But he taught Arthur Rimbaud earnestly, and corrected the other party's resentment.

"At least, he saved you with his money and time."

"saved me?"

"You should thank him. He didn't ask for anything in return. He only wanted to take you out of the dangerous zone. Without his communication with me, you can imagine your end in the Paris Commune."

"I can live without him."

Arthur Rimbaud does not want to recall the past that almost fell.

Victor Hugo sat on the chair by the bed and gave him all the letters. Arthur Rimbaud, unable to resist the temptation, quickly grabbed the letters and read the sentences in French.

[I suddenly received bad news that my son ran away from his hometown in Charleville...]

【Plead Mr. Hugo to protect him, or arrange for him to leave Paris...】

[Athier Rimbaud is a genius in the field of poetry. He created "Ophelia" at home at the age of 16. At that time, he had never seen love or the sea. Beautiful poetry, Mr. Hugo please appreciate it...]

[If Mr. Baudelaire was still alive, I think he would like Rimbaud. They have many similarities. Of course, I don’t mean the money owed. I have heard a lot about Baudelaire’s poor creditors... …Please be careful not to let your son give him too much money, he does not know how to save, and he will easily become the next poor poet in the future...]

[I am abroad and cannot support the Paris Commune. I understand that everyone who participated in the Paris Commune is a brave person. They include the working class, the bourgeoisie, and even individual nobles who understand its meaning-this is the people Long-simmering anger and dissatisfaction. 】

[The Paris Commune reformed the education system and improved the treatment of teachers. The national compulsory teaching it proposed will become a shining point in history. I firmly believe that in the future world, children will no longer be burdened by reading, and the country will learn from it. Historical experience, give them a chance to learn...]

[Ran Bo doesn't like reading, he pursues indulgence and freedom too much, it's not a good habit to run away from home, it's easy to make relatives worry.But in a hundred years of life, the meaning of life is pursued by oneself, whether it is good or bad, no one knows except the person concerned...]

【What does Mr. Hugo think of Rimbaud's poems? 】

[Please don't praise him for other people's face, his tail will go to the sky...]

[Has Rimbaud been sentenced to six months?Thank you Mr. Hugo for your defense, I have some paper and pens here, please send them to Rimbaud in prison...]

[Happy Thanksgiving, I still remember that today is the opening scene of "Notre Dame de Paris". In the fifteenth century, Esmeralda met Quasimodo...]

【His birthday is approaching, I can't estimate the time of the letter, I will send the gift to you in advance, if you find it troublesome, it doesn't matter if you don't need to send it...】

【I am not his father, I lied to you...】

【Thank you for your trust in me. 】

After Arthur Rimbaud read it, his mind was muddled, his heart ached, and he wanted to cry but lost his reason. He was a man who was not a relative, but had been a silent father for eight months.

He wanted to suspect that it was his teacher when he was in school, and he also wanted to doubt every passerby who passed by him. These doubts were no longer distrust of people, but instead, they became surprises given to him by the world. He did not Living alone in a world that no one else can understand.

Arthur Rimbaud pursed his lips and asked Victor Hugo sadly and joyfully.

"Do you know his name?"

Victor Hugo gave him a disappointed answer: "I don't know, you need to find it. If you see him, remember to say hello to him for me—" Victor Hugo said jokingly, "Punch him with your anger, then hug him and say 'Hey, I've been lied to by you.'"

Arthur Rimbaud thought so deeply, and when he went to see his father, he lost all face.

He clenched his fists.

He punched the air weakly.

……

Another world of Japan, Yokohama City.

In the early morning, the sky was dimly lit, and the sea water hit the shore, making sparse slapping sounds.The best cemetery in the entire city of Yokohama is located by the seaside in the center of the city. It is shaded by willow trees. From time to time, there are people in black suits or police patrolling nearby, invisibly protecting the cemetery.

Today's Yokohama City is silent, there are no entertainment activities at night, and the sky has less light pollution. In front of a stone tablet in the cemetery, many people piled up many books-like offerings.

One after another, stacking dozens of different novels or poems.

If someone reads the books carefully, they will be surprised to find that besides Japanese, there are books in French and English, and the authors are all legendary figures in the world of supernatural powers.

Arthur Rimbaud.

Victor Hugo.

Charles Pierre Baudelaire.

Oscar Wilde.

William Shakespeare.

Conan Doyle...

The handwriting carved on the stele was blocked by a slender swaying leg, which seemed to be less respectful.

Moving up, the sea breeze blows the hem of the man's clothes, the shirt is not tucked into the waistband, the belt is tightly tied around the thin waist, the sleeves are rolled up from the wrists, the skin is slightly dark, that strong The wanton breath that has nowhere to rest can instantly grab people's attention.

He smiled, not like a raging storm, but like a rough sea under the scorching sun.

Once this face is discovered by the port mafia, the entire city of Yokohama will be sounded with a first-level alarm. If it is more serious, the Japanese government will have to work overtime collectively to prevent the city of Yokohama from being ruined.

Because—he has the same face as the transcendent Paul Verlaine!

The man who killed the head of the Harbor Mafia last year!

His blond hair was not tied up, it was loose and scattered with the wind, and his face, which had been exposed to the wind and sun all year round, could not be as pink and white as jade like the European "Assassin King", and was more wild and rebellious.

The biggest difference between him and Paul Verlaine lies in the strong and compelling look in his eyes.

Anyone should exclaim: "Twins!"

Obviously, this answer is only for entertainment. The only surviving experimental product in the hands of the Faun is "No. 12 Black", that is, Paul Verlaine after exchanging names with his partner.

His true identity is looming.

——the body of the clone, the real Jean-Nicolas Arthur Rimbaud in this world.

Rimbaud with blond hair and blue eyes sat on Qiuya's tombstone, dangling his legs, looking at the Yokohama sea at dawn.

"So you're not in Huaguo."

Rimbaud has had strange dreams since he was 16 years old.

He vaguely remembered that he was looking for someone who had an oriental appearance and name, and he couldn't remember exactly where the other person came from. The urge to see him made him follow his instinct, sneak onto the boat, and stay away from the ability to catch aliens The young men of France.Afterwards, he disguised himself and changed his name during his global travels, completely getting rid of the follow-up troubles in France.

What global wars, anti-government organizations have nothing to do with him.

After learning about the culture of Huaguo, he thought that the person he was looking for should be from Huaguo.

In Huaguo, he stayed for several years, and had some friendship with Huaguo's supernatural power circle. A certain transcendent provided a list of gourmet tours, which made him unable to climb out of Huaguo.

After many years, he came out of the deep mountains and old forests in Yunnan, and heard the sensational gold house incident, his mind went blank, and he realized that Ma Shengqiu was the person he was looking for.

It's too late.

Aso's autumn was too cold.

Hearing that the other party had been dismembered into many pieces, and that it was a love murder case created by his clone, he had to be extra careful when sneaking into Japan, not wanting to take the blame from Paul Verlaine.

Rimbaud got down from the tombstone, looked at the epitaph of the other party, and was filled with emotion: "When I think of you, do I write a book for you?"

He chuckled and said, "As expected of your style of reminder, you won't let us go even if you die."

After finishing speaking, he put a hardcover poetry collection in his hand in front of the tombstone, removed the works of others, especially Wilde, and left a space for his own book.

The name of the collection of poems - "A Season in Hell".

"Feel sorry."

"I'm late, Dad."

……

The unfilial son is very sure that Huaguo's food is so delicious.