Started with a green hat for Verlaine

Stewed Pigeon Publishing House owns the first novel by Wenhao.

Paying 100 pounds, Ma Shengqiu also bought the copyright of Thomas Hardy's first novel "The Poor and the Lady" at a cheap price.Thomas Hardy was a newcomer writer at this time. His debut novel "The Poor and the Lady" was rejected by the publishing house last year and was later lost in history. According to Thomas Hardy, this novel is the social satire novel that best represents his style.

Ma Shengqiu also had the chance to read Thomas Hardy's boastful debut novel. Afterwards, Oscar Wilde flipped through it and complained: "You might as well give me the 100 pounds."

Writers always have special feelings for their debut novels.

Usually, a cut virgin is more endearing.

"Qiu, do you want to attend the salon held by my mother? There are many writers and poets in the salon."

"no need."

Aso Qiu also preserved Thomas Hardy's manuscripts with a collection mentality.

He will publish novels according to the agreement and encourage writers, but it is another matter if they cannot be sold.

Unknown writers can't arouse his yearning for literary giants. When he likes a novel, he will naturally have a way to write a letter to make friends with the author of that novel.

In a small village east of Dorchestershire in England, Thomas Hardy devoted himself to writing in his hometown, serializing "A Pair of Blue Eyes" in the magazine.After receiving the manuscript fee, he no longer wondered whether the newly established Stewed Pigeon Publishing House was fooling himself. He was overjoyed, more excited than completing the drawings in the construction industry. He decided to complete the work in hand and resign this year!

Afterwards, he wrote a reply with a flushed face, and mailed the "Tingsley Magazine" to it, deliberately folding the page of the serial "A Pair of Blue Eyes" diagonally.

[Excuse me, are you interested in my new work? 】

For writers, they can’t wait for all their novels to be published, or they can be published at a low cost. It doesn’t matter if you have more money or less money, what’s important is that you have a strong sense of honor!

Ma Shengqiu also only bought a novel that could not be sold, and what he got was Thomas Hardy's resignation a year early, which can be called a production cycle in the history of literature.

The first construction industry pigeon was stewed into the pot of literature.

The other pigeons cooed.

Aso Shengqiu even paid attention to the famous Mr. Nobel, the boss of the British Dynamite Co., Ltd.When the money was not rich last year, he asked someone to send four flower baskets to the opening site of the company, with four famous quotes written by Mr. Shelley on them. When the delivery worker came back, he specifically told him that the boss gave a reward. Their tip is more than shipping.

It's very simple. Mr. Nobel likes the works of Shelley's poets. He has an unquenchable literary heart after starting a business. He secretly wrote poems and novels in private.It's a pity that the other party didn't have enough time to develop both ends together, and the Nobel Prize in Literature was born later.

Ma Shengqiu did not intend to stew Mr. Nobel, and in fact, he could not stew the explosives king who was devoted to his career and was attacked by public opinion because of accidents and disasters.

However, he wants to read the novels hidden by Mr. Nobel!

It is also lost to future generations!

By collecting all kinds of lost literary works, Ma Shengqiu also added a bit of taste to life in Ireland, and stuffed manuscripts and ancient books in the window.If possible, he would also like to spend a lot of money to ask the crew to help him go to the Qing Dynasty to search for the lost content of "Dream of Red Mansions".

He is not picky about food, and you can also take a look at other versions of "Jin Ping Mei".

The whole world is a huge "granary".

These joys that traveled back to the 17th century were gradually found by Ma Shengqiu, filling his heart that had lost vitality, in an attempt to find the real sense of being alive.In the end, what gave him a head-on blow was Arthur Rimbaud who ran away from home for the fourth time. At the age of [-], Arthur Rimbaud no longer waited for a reply from the person who intervened in his destiny, and went to Paris full of resentment and hope. .

[He lives at a friend's house. 】

[He showed me his poems, but he refused to show them to others, sorry. 】

[He is now very close to a poet named Paul Verlaine, whose style is deeply influenced by Baudelaire, but I see the shadow of some old friends...]

【He's growing up very fast, and he smells of tobacco and alcohol, which I can't hide from my nose.I don't agree with him being exposed to tobacco and absinthe at such an early age, but after thinking about it, he is 17 years old, who can treat a 17-year-old child harshly, I have learned a lesson about my children, scolding will only have the opposite effect, Education by example is better...]

[Now, he lives in a cheap attic. 】

The correspondence between Victor Hugo and Akiya Aso is full of education for children.

Little by little, he portrayed the real France.

Sometimes Ma Shengqiu could seem to see Rimbaud alive and kicking, laughing at himself with the face of history, and sometimes he saw a collection of scribbled fragments of poetry, with someone leaning on him on his shoulder, and his long black hair pouring down, fell on his knees.

No matter who you are, no matter what your past is, we once loved each other for eight years, embracing each other as lonely souls, living together in the gray post-war era.

You have completed Rimbaud's poems in three dimensions for me.

You are my root in another world.

Aso Qiuya's fingers twitched nervously, and he bit his index finger with his teeth. If he couldn't return to Wenye World in his life, or even die, how should he face the love story in this world?

He was suddenly afraid that he was still in love with Arthur Rimbaud.

If not, why would he not dare to go to France, to meet another Arthur Rimbaud?

"When you were 17, you fell in love with Paul Verlaine."

"When I was 17... said love to the mirror and got myself into it."

Ma Shengqiu also bit her finger hard, gnawing at her heart, "I don't love you! My love for you is over - I will witness you in your most embarrassing appearance!"

"I will prove to you that I have given up on you! You who have given up on all parallel time and space!"

"I won't pursue you again—!"

"I will protect Matilda and the child, and keep her away from those of you who seek freedom! If she is my counterpart, I want her to live happily ever after!"

Ma Shengqiu also pushed the table away abruptly, and strode out of the apartment.

The weather in May began to be hot, and a mysterious management consultant of Dublin's largest port freight company appeared, and said to the benevolent general manager: "I need a legal identity and channel to go to France, the sooner the better, I am in a hurry! "

At this moment, the coldness in his eyes was like an unsheathed blade.

He wanted to cut off his luck.

Two days later, the cohabitant was going to leave. Oscar Wilde felt a thunderbolt and said at a loss: "You are going to France? Why did you decide to go alone? Can I go for you—" He had a strong panic, premonition Ma Shengqiu won't go and will come back immediately.

Ma Shengqiu also said: "You missed class once last time, and the school is very dissatisfied. I don't want you to be judged. You can go to school with peace of mind."

Oscar Wilde was anxious like an ant on a hot pan: "I will accompany you!"

Ma Shengqiu also snuffed out his thoughts: "No."

Ma Shengqiu also added: "I have booked the boat ticket, one for one person, and we will depart in the evening."

"So fast." Oscar Wilde's eyes were empty, and it was too late. He didn't know where the other party booked the ferry ticket. Usually, the ferry tickets between Britain and France are very tight.

Ma Shengqiu was also afraid of his wild thoughts, so he said: "I will write to you when I arrive in Paris, and I will come back to you after seeing Mr. Hugo."

Oscar Wilde is about to cry, international letters are the slowest!

Ma Shengqiu also turned around to pack his clothes.

Oscar Wilde opened his mouth, feeling chills in his heart: [Liar, you are not looking for Hugo. 】

Ma Shengqiu also rejected Victor Hugo's invitation more than once.

People who don't like France suddenly want to go to France?

Before departure at night, Ma Shengqiu also suddenly found that the ticket in the drawer could not be found, which was more troublesome than forgetting to bring his ID card when flying by plane in the 21st century.He frowned and knocked on the door of Oscar Wilde's room, but the people inside refused to open the door and locked the bedroom door.

Aso Qiuya's eyes darkened.

Oscar Wilde, who was hiding in the bedroom, secretly prayed that Aso would also give up the ticket. When tomorrow, he would ask for leave to buy two tickets, and follow Aso so that he would not have to worry about being seduced by other people in France.Suddenly, there was a "click", and Oscar Wilde looked back dumbfounded. The black-haired man who pushed the door stood in front of him.

"How did you get in?!"

Ma Shengqiu also dropped a wire.

In the Aso family, everyone can pick the lock, except Chuya Nakahara, who knows how to break through violently.

"Boat ticket."

Ma Shengqiu also stretched out a hand, like a devil asking for his belongings.

Oscar Wilde wouldn't admit it, groping under his ass, trying to tear it off.

Ma Shengqiu also overthrew the rebellious Wilde with one stride.

moment.

He took the crumpled ticket from under Wilde's ass.

Oscar Wilde covered his slapped buttocks, and said angrily, "You treat your savior like this for a ticket to France?"

Ma Shengqiu also stuffed the ticket into his pocket and apologized: "I'm sorry, I was a little rude."

Oscar Wilde asked: "Why don't you wait for me!"

Ma Shengqiu also suppressed the obscure emotions in his eyes.

"I have my reasons."

He omitted the excuse of going to see Hugo, and said instead: "I don't want to delay your studies. In my opinion, the mission of a student is to study, and being able to study steadily is the greatest happiness."

The black-haired man only added a trace of sadness, like an imported product from the East, with indescribable beauty and a warm feeling after going through thousands of mountains and rivers. It should be a misty rain-colored ceramic placed in a museum, or it should be a A painting of beauties that seem cold and sad in the homes of princes and nobles.

Oscar Wilde was stunned by the beauty's critical attack.

Until, the door closed, and the man wrapped in gauze walked away with the sound of saluting footsteps.

Oscar Wilde was heartbroken.

……

During this journey, Ma Shengqiu also wanted to make an end to his past.

For this reason, he went to the familiar but unfamiliar Paris.

When being inspected by the customs, Ma Shengqiu unhurriedly removed half of the gauze covering his face, frightened the customs with the traces of make-up that looked like fire, and successfully entered France.

He has a clear goal, holding the address given by Hugo in his hand and heading straight for it.

It was a cheap hotel.

The attic, cold in winter and hot in summer, has always been the cheapest room.

Aso Qiu also came to the hotel with a salute. The environment inside the hotel was not good, the smell of rotten wood was mixed with the smell of pickled tobacco from the guests.He avoided the unknown stain on the floor and asked the boss: "Hello, does Mr. Arthur Rimbaud live upstairs?"

The boss caught a glimpse of his suit, which was made of excellent materials and expensive, and when he looked at the gauze on his face, he felt that he was not to be messed with.

"Sir, a debt collector?"

"..."

Ma Shengqiu didn't think he was a thug of the underworld.

The boss realized that he had said a cold joke, and changed his words: "Yes, the young man who has no job lives in the attic on the top floor. Can you ask him for anything?"

Ma Shengqiu also shook his head, and gave a bad review for the privacy of the hotel, saying: "Help me book a room downstairs with him, as long as you help me keep it secret, the tip will be yours."

He paid for two days' room and an excess tip.

In the evening, there were drunken voices above and the sound of "tumbling" stairs, and then there was the slamming of doors and the return of the attic occupants on the top floor of the hotel.

Ma Shengqiu also looked at the falling debris from the ceiling, and vaguely heard the conversation between the two, held his breath, and rushed out of the room one step at a time.

He stopped at the narrow attic door, through the crack of the door he could see the light of a candle,

hand, hovering in front of the door panel.

Can't get close.

"Paul...I'm going to spit on you..."

"Don't, don't... Rimbaud..."

The two people who were drunk and tongue-tied rolled together, whether it was laughing and playing or talking loudly, this was their free time to get along.

Violating morality, violating marriage, violating the law, they seek pleasure in rebellion.

Ma Shengqiu also stood where he was, his back hunched, and he slowly squatted down.

Tears flowed from the corners of his eyes.

The gauze is wet.

He didn't understand why he was crying, there was no sound in his throat, and he hid outside the door like a sad husband whose wife cheated on him.What is Lan Tang's real name, who is it corresponding to, and why he can write Rimbaud's poems, all these... lost the meaning of pursuing in an instant.

Ma Shengqiu also trembled all over, couldn't breathe, his eyes were bloodshot, and a blunt knife was slashed back and forth in his throat, bloody and bloody, and he didn't have the courage to cry out than the homeless people begging outside.

because--

Those who refuse to integrate into the world will eventually be rejected by the world.

His self-righteous unfeeling ways actually shattered his only chance to divert love.

【You lost the future of reorganizing your family and making up for your emotional wounds in this world. 】

[Your Rimbaud, your Verlaine. 】

[None of them belong to you. 】

……

The identity of Lantang in Wenye World is a mystery.

It can be said that he is Arthur Rimbaud or Paul Verlaine.

On this ambiguous night, the fate of this world hastily put two green hats on Ma Shengqiu, creating a critical effect.

Those who are green are always green.

There is a tragedy called: the love of two people, the name of three people.

—Who is your wife in the room?