Started with a green hat for Verlaine

Oscar Wilde cut school to go to Venice to watch an opera, and he had to be a school dog when he returned.

Ma Shengqiu also watched him step into Trinity College with his head held high.

It's like looking at a milestone for future generations.

A hundred years later, among the celebrities of Trinity College, there will always be Oscar Wilde. Even if this guy is very stinky and complacent, a talented person must have a special character.

Sometimes, Ma Shengqiu would rather not be beaten by society, so that Wilde will remain innocent.

What a smooth life.

Suffering will increase the depth of a writer's writing, but it will destroy that creative will. I don't know how many writers gave up writing when their lives were at a low point.

He shades the sunlight above his eyelids with his hands.

"Lantang..."

The man wrapped like a crow is on the terrace of the apartment, as if the exposed skin will be burned, and the layers of gauze wrapped around his face make him as sad as the phantom.

"I also became invisible, it's a life in the shadows."

Beauty and ugliness stand side by side, Ma Shengqiu also wants to obtain a legal Chinese identity, but must wait.

This year, Britain will establish a study abroad relationship with the Qing Dynasty.

Back at the apartment, Ma Shengqiu gradually began to learn painting while earning money. He no longer touched gold and blue paints, as if he had a sad past.This move also affected Oscar Wilde, who loves art. The two studied painting together and copied famous masterpieces in private.

In March, 22-year-old Guy de Maupassant joined the French Navy Department. He corresponded with his teacher Gustave Flaubert, who advised him to study law, which would be beneficial to his future work.

Guy de Maupassant took the teacher's words into his eyes, and said annoyedly: "Compared with being a navy, I am more keen on writing on paper, but I really don't have time recently, and in addition to studying law, my life will be ruined." These boring things are filling up..."

"I really envy the teacher, who can devote himself to creating in the manor, and can live on the royalties."

The young naval officer sighed and wrote back again to mention his desire to write.

He knew that what he wrote was not very good, but it didn't prevent him from dreaming of being a writer.

The Navy's training environment is relatively closed, and there are not many things that can attract them, until the inaugural FA Cup in the UK across the English Channel is in full swing.

Immediately afterwards, the British government agreed for the first time to open the football finals.

The enthusiasm of the whole people suddenly increased.

Not only citizens of the UK, but also people from other countries want to come and play.

Gambling has always been the daily consumption of the upper class, and saying "lose again" every day is a way for them to show their financial power.Due to the restrictions of the British government, the company's business cannot expand, and monopoly is not allowed, so it can only look helplessly at the good policies of Germany.

It may be that the British government couldn't help it after seeing the huge profits made by German drug companies.

——It is only allowed to bet on the ranking of the finals!

"Qiu, quickly use your vision and bet on a champion for me!"

Oscar Wilde and his group of friends have been discussing winning or losing the game recently. People who are not interested in football have become football fans, and they are very dear to the team.

Ma Shengqiu also said: "I don't know football."

In his previous life, he only knew not to bet on his country's football team.

Oscar Wilde beamed: "It doesn't matter, just bet on a champion."

Aso Qiu also pondered: "Which team was the champion of the FA Cup last year?"

Oscar Wilde took out the small notebook in his suit pocket, which was full of information about the various teams. He quickly rummaged through it and said, "Last year's champion was the Rangers team, and the runner-up was the Royal Engineers team. The final score One to zero."

Ma Shengqiu also said: "Then bet on last year's champion."

Oscar Wilde shook his head: "There is no way to bet on this." After Oscar Wilde's explanation, Ma Shengqiu also knew what the name "Wanderer" meant. Before the start of the finals, no one knew which "Wanderers" team broke into the championship, eliminating the possibility of trickery.

Ma Shengqiu also set his sights on the "Royal Engineers" team, frowning, a group of engineers going to play football?This doesn't sound like a serious team.

"Any other popular options?"

"Oxford University team, Eton College team, Ito College team..."

As soon as Oscar Wilde mentioned the famous school teams, Ma Shengqiu also knew that Wilde had a good impression of Oxford University, and the other party would be a student of Oxford University in the future, so he said calmly: "Bet on Oxford University. You don't have to bet on the championship. I bet on the runner-up." alright."

Oscar Wilde laughed, "What about the score?"

Ma Shengqiu also shook his head: "I don't really understand, you can make your own guess."

Oscar Wilde ran off to play stud.

The corners of Aso Qiuya's mouth twitched slightly, as long as the British are happy about gambling.

On March [-]th, during the FA Cup final, the Irish stout was selling well, and the aroma of the wine wafted from the roadside pubs. Everyone was discussing the FA Cup results with gusto.

A few hours later, the contest winner was born.

The intense din outside scared Aso Akiya who was in the apartment.

Ma Shengqiu also stopped writing, pulled up the curtains, and looked outside. Many Irish citizens rushed out to tell him that he had far underestimated how boring people were in the nineteenth century.

Faintly, he heard people shouting outside.

"The score...two to zero...the champion...is...the Wanderers...team..."

Oh.

The British government made a profit.

Ma Shengqiu also drew the curtains, leaned his back against the wall, and listened to those chattering foreign languages, and the deceased in a foreign country couldn't help but be infected by their happiness.

Times are advancing, and simple pleasures are becoming rarer.

Oscar Wilde, who made a small profit from stud, was happy for seven days in a row. Everyone said that the football team of Oxford University was very good, and he would bet on this school next year.During this time, Oscar Wilde also got to know a little follower who ran around for him. The other party admired him very much, saying that it was to thank him for his funding, which made him regain the opportunity to go to school.

Oscar Wilde originally denied it, but the other party recognized him. He thought carefully, hey, isn't this young man who has sold his talent in the crowd?

tip?Corresponded.

He turned out to be a good guy, so it paid off.

Oscar Wilde was in a high mood, and directly introduced a good music teacher to George Bernard Shaw, "If you want to become a music master in Ireland, you have to rely on a good teacher. You can't become a talent by working behind closed doors in school. I'm waiting for you to play music for me for free. That day."

Oscar Wilde told this little incident to Ma Shengqiu, and Ma Shengqiu also deeply felt the power of connections. Wilde's little effort may be a shortcut that ordinary people can't get.

Just like himself, he was qualified to contact the Japanese government only after studying with Natsume Soseki.

Ma Shengqiu did not dampen Wilde's enthusiasm.

It would have been better for Bernard Shaw to discover earlier that his musical talent was not enough to eat.

This road... is expensive.

"Tuk-tuk--" Someone knocked on the door of the apartment, Oscar Wilde thought of the things he bought, "I bought you some custom-made clothes, your wardrobe should be filled, how can a gentleman in the upper class not have his own a change of clothes."

Ma Shengqiu also warmed his heart for his thoughtful behavior of pretending to be an adult.

A 17-year-old boy still doesn't know how to please others.However, he felt inexplicably familiar.

Suddenly.

Isn't this what he did when he pursued Lan Tang? ? ?

……

In the first half of the year, Victor Hugo published the collection of poems "The Collection of Bad Years".

This book contains his views on the Franco-Prussian War and the Paris Commune. It also mentioned a "like-minded" British friend, expressing regret for losing contact with him.On the last page of the collection of poems, Victor Hugo wrote in his own hand: "Friends, we have made an appointment to climb the bell tower of Notre Dame de Paris, let our misunderstanding be like the sky after rain, let's clear up together."

Aso Qiu was also moved.

After he gave up this temporary friendship, someone was willing to take the initiative to keep him.

The other party was the first to forgive his deception.

"Mr. Hugo...he is 70 years old this year..." Ma Shengqiu was also suddenly annoyed, because the other party's birthday was in February this year, but he ignored the past, "Not to mention the Victor Hugo I know, I How can I let a generous old man bother me."

"It was me who was wrong, not him!"

Ma Shengqiu also hastily disguised himself and went to the post office, where there were many envelopes addressed to him, which were left unattended, waiting for "Mr. Reader" to pick them up.

Aso also paid the storage fee for the letter and resumed contact with Victor Hugo.

His guilt and joy did not last long——

Among these envelopes were letters sent to him by Mr. Arthur Lamberto and Mr. Hugo.

first letter.

[Have you seen "The Collection of Bad Years" written by Mr. Hugo? 】

【He said he wanted to see you, and so did I. You helped me in the name of my father. Guess, did I go to the man who abandoned his wife and children?To make a digression, I disassembled the sweater and trousers you sent into three scarves, and my family and I are very happy. 】

【—To my false father. 】

Ma Shengqiu also read Arthur Rimbaud's indignant mood, and even had the time to twitch the corners of his mouth, amused by Arthur Rimbaud's revenge.

These are still expected.

Second letter.

[You didn't answer me, coward. 】

[I'm going to Paris by train to find someone who understands me and understands me. 】

【I don't know how you found me last time. I won't tell anyone the address this time. I don't regret my running away from home. Stopping my steps is an unbearable torture for me. 】

[I wrote poetry in prison, I heard you like it?I'd rather tear it up, or show it to someone else than show it to you. 】

【Goodbye. 】

【—To a stranger. 】

The letter fell from Aso Qiuya's hand, his eyes were blurred, he bent down to pick up the dusty letter paper, some of the content on it was unclear.

his soul whispered to himself.

Isn't this also... expected?

Even with half a year more in prison, Arthur Rimbaud would still find a soulmate.

It's just that man--

It won't be Aso Qiuya.

……