Started with a green hat for Verlaine

The magically modified version of "Othello" has caused a lot of noise in the literary world.

In the nineteenth century, Aso and Wilde watched a normal version of Othello in Ireland, the story of the tragic consequences of two married people whose ages were too different.

Just last night, Ma Shengqiu also came back by boat. The lights of the city were not as bright as those of later generations. There were many figures in front of him, and the dark and deep sea level behind him. Ma Shengqiu also got off the boat among the crowd and passed the customs inspection. Irishman.

There are a lot of passengers wearing hats and suits, coupled with the lack of light, relatives and friends waiting on the shore of the port usually find people by shouting loudly.But Oscar Wilde plunged in and hugged the person he was waiting for without hesitation.

The man looked a little lonely among the passengers rushing home, with a thin body, wearing a black top hat, black gloves, a collar high enough to cover the throat, and a tie that was carefully trimmed. He only held a simple black suitcase.Even though the face was blurred and the brim of the hat cast heavy shadows, Oscar Wilde could tell the aura of resurrection from the dead in the snow at a glance—that man came back as promised!

Whether you are a mafia, a person of death, or a non-human in the magical world, since you broke into my life, I can't bear to let you go.

Oscar Wilde burst into tears.

Ma Shengqiu was also hugged tightly, and his waist was buckled under his arms. The body temperature and heartbeat of a living person infected him, and he felt slightly out of breath after being valued by others.

If you don't have a relationship, you won't increase your sorrow in vain. If you have a relationship, you will take it seriously.

"I am back."

Ma Shengqiu also hugged the person who taught him to love himself.

"Yeah - you lost weight?"

The Irish boy, who was originally round from his chin to his shoulders, has lost ten catties of flesh in just over a month, and there is a clear difference in the feeling of holding him in his arms.The other party specially took an extremely hot petal bath at night, and wore brand new clothes, making the body odor of Europeans insignificant.

Ma Shengqiu also pinched Oscar Wilde's waist fat.

Soft, not completely lean.

Room for improvement.

Oscar Wilde laughed out loud, tickled, "I went to exercise according to your plan and cut down on sweets." His brown eyes looked frankly, "Qiu, you learned how to love yourself in France and found ways to extend your life." Is there a reason to go down?"

Aso Qiuya's eyes were half closed, and the June sea breeze blew into his heart.

"There is... to find, those futures that you have to look forward to at the expense of pain..."

In his life, he has succeeded and failed, and has left legends in his own world that are enough to shock the world. He just fell down and wanted to curl up on the ground and cry like a child.

There are no Wenye people here.

Everyone here is a figure of real historical interpretation.

He will spend the rest of his life to heal the wounds on his body, straighten his spine again, and get to know the real writers by making friends with them.

"Oscar, let's get to know each other again. I'm Wang Qiu, and I'm from overseas. My dream is to open a Stewed Pigeon Publishing House, collecting all the novels worth collecting and publishing."

"I am Oscar Wilde, the most outstanding man in Ireland in the future!"

The two looked at each other and smiled, and went back together. The street lights on both sides of the road recorded their history.

At the Dublin Opera House, Ma Shengqiu also went to see Oscar Wilde, who insisted on taking him out shopping and watching an opera today. The other party blushed abruptly, and he asked, "What lessons do you think "Othello" tells? "

Oscar Wilde said: "Age is not a problem in love. For the one you love, you must forgive her indiscriminately!"

Ma Shengqiu also said lightly: "I think it's the suspicion brought about by Othello's lack of self-confidence. Desdemona is the elder's daughter, young and beautiful. Based on the fabricated evidence, he easily suspects that the young wife is cheating. .”

Ma Shengqiu also has a deep understanding of this point. He recalled the day of his death, and he never seemed to suspect that Paul Verlaine was deceiving himself with false phone recordings.

As soon as Lan Tang's soft voice appeared, his mentality collapsed.

"In the final analysis, there should not be too much difference between the two parties in a marriage." Ma Shengqiu also relaxed his body to watch Othello's remorseful suicide. The belated affection is cheaper than grass. Bitter."

Oscar Wilde didn't say a word. The hero and heroine in "Othello" don't have a big class gap.

Ma Shengqiu also winked at him: "I used to have a higher status as a wife than me."

"No matter how tall you are, you can't be a princess, right?" Oscar Wilde joked, without any doubt whether the other party could make the princess admire him.He has been skeptical about the term "wife" so far, but Qiu is willing to reveal that he is willing to listen to the other party tell about some past events.

Ma Shengqiu also said: "Before 'she' doesn't fall in love with me, I'm just a weed on the side of the road, which can be wiped out easily, and no one will hold him accountable."

Oscar Wilde had a deep expression: "It really is a witch."

Ma Shengqiu was also stuck for a second, and continued nonchalantly, "It's scarier than a witch."

Oscar Wilde Claps His Hands: "Super Dark Sorcerer!"

Aso Qiuya: "..."

Lan Tang will want to beat you to death.

Ma Shengqiu couldn't help laughing after the applause after the opera.

He imitated the other party and said: "It is more appropriate to describe it as a necromancer. He can summon the dead. All disobedient enemies will become puppets in the hands of that person."

Oscar Wilde asked over the din: "Is your wife what made you like this?"

Ma Shengqiu also shook his head hesitantly. Lantang should not have this ability. The greatest advantage of ordinary people is that they are immune to the ability to read corpses from the "color painting collection".

If it could be read, how sad his life would be.

"These are secrets, don't let them out."

Ma Shengqiu also told Wilde, who did not take it seriously, that the power of religion has not completely disappeared, and he should not easily talk about witches and magicians outside.

Oscar Wilde quipped, "No problem, my lord."

He added: "I don't believe in God."

Walking out of the opera house together, Ma Shengqiu also said casually: "Then what do you believe in?"

Oscar Wilde's fingers lightly touched Aso's glove.

"I believe in... Aphrodite."

In Greek mythology, the goddess of love and beauty, but also the goddess of sexual desire.

The 17-year-old Wilde has not had any experience with meat, and he has a lot of knowledge in other aspects. Since the age of 16, he has officially entered the grade of Irish people. Many senior girls in Trinity College are passionate about him. court.

At noon, Oscar Wilde and Ma Shengqiu also had lunch. With the increase in pocket money, he became more and more generous in eating and drinking.

Ma Shengqiu also ate very little, so he was satisfied after a taste.

To say an embarrassing thing, he was stared at by Wilde, and he avoided him every time he went to the bathroom, ashamed to puncture his too many fantasies.

Fortunately, someone invented the flush toilet 20 years ago.

"Wilde, I invested in a pizza chain in France..."

"It's Oscar!"

"Okay, Oscar, Mr. Hugo and I opened a pizzeria together. The business is good. We plan to try it in Ireland."

"Food is not important, I found out, you call 'Oscar' when you are nice to me, and 'Wilde' when you are mediocre, friend, you can't do that!"

Oscar Wilde lamented.

Ma Shengqiu also coughed, and unified the address: "Oscar, you heard wrong."

Oscar Wilde changed his face and smiled: "Tell me, what did you do in France, was pizza the last thing we ate in Italy?"

Ma Shengqiu also raised his forehead, you didn't listen to the commercial information at all.

Forget it.

This life will not make you poor.

In France, Italian-style classic pizza chain stores are booming. In just one month, five stores in Paris are under renovation. In addition, many Italian businessmen found business opportunities and were surprised to find that French people also love pizza from their country.

In terms of marketing methods, the "pure" people in the nineteenth century were obviously not as good as Aso Qiuya.

The main store on the streets of Paris is overcrowded and smells fragrant, and the colorful signboards hanging at the door of the pizzeria have become a sight to be watched on the street.

Other stores hold promotions once a week at most. This pizzeria has activities every day, and the content of the activities has sparked heated discussions, and all the offers are affordable discounts!

After careful consideration by Aso Akiya, the list of activities is as follows:

On Mondays, blondes get [-]% off.

On Tuesday, 1.8% off for those over [-] meters in height.

Wednesday, minors, [-]% off.

Green hats, [-]% off on Thursdays.

On Friday, memorize a poem in "Flowers of Evil", get [-]% off.

[-]% off on Saturdays for men and women looking to dress up in crisp, clean formal attire.

On Sunday, [-]% off for poets, novelists and operaists with published works.

Ordinary people read these conditions with gusto, and Arthur Rimbaud was overjoyed when he calculated the time he could enjoy the discount.

"Me, blonde! 1.8 meters! Underage! Published works with poetry collections!"

Seven days a week, he meets the four-day requirement.

The pizzeria is simply a gourmet paradise tailor-made for him!

The other three requirements: green hat, reciting "The Flower of Evil", and formal attire.Arthur Rimbaud rolled his eyes, there was a way to do it by other means.

Dressing up costs money, Arthur Rimbaud doesn't like wearing hats, but he knows Paul Verlaine likes wearing hats and formal suits!

On Thursdays, Fridays, and Saturdays, he dragged Paul Verlaine to the pizzeria.

Paul Verlaine smiled wryly: "You like pizza so much?"

Arthur Rimbaud said happily after a full meal: "The portion of the pizza is very large, and you can order any type of pizza you want. It tastes like a sense of happiness and satisfaction."

The mantra "likes to eat pizza" permeates every cell in him.

Minors can never refuse high-calorie foods.

"Green hat..." Paul Verlaine looked at the hat put down on the table, still feeling weird about the color, "Rimbaud, let me give you the hat."

Arthur Rimbaud said: "No, I don't like hats!"

Frustrated Paul Verlaine, the hat is ugly.

"What are you afraid of? Anyway, you're bald." Arthur Rimbaud's venomous tongue made Paul Verlaine want to cry without tears. "Wearing a hat just covers your forehead."

Paul Verlaine said angrily: "I won't help you pay the bill, you can eat slowly."

He picked up his hat and wanted to leave the pizzeria. Arthur Rimbaud said brazenly: "If you have the ability, don't come to me——oooo——" He took another bite of pizza, full of beef, and the skin was crispy and delicious , "I recently had inspiration for poetry."

Paul Verlaine squeezed his hat tightly, endured it, sat back, and said with a dry smile, "What inspiration?"

Arthur Rimbaud looked at him sideways. He didn't have the inferiority complex from the countryside. He was naturally stubborn and arrogant, but his blue eyes were crystal clear and bright.

He is a mixture of purity and seduction.

“Pizza!”

"what?"

"I'm going to write poetry about my favorite pizza! Praise it, Praise the boss!"

"..."

"By the way, I don't want to recite "Flowers of Evil". Don't you admire Baudelaire? The task of memorizing poetry is entrusted to you, and I will be in charge of eating pizza."

"Rimbaud, if you want pizza, you can recite it by yourself! There are short poems in it!"

"No, I heard from your poet friends that someone is buying the copyright of Baudelaire's poetry and prose?"

"That's true, that person also took the initiative to assume part of Mr. Baudelaire's debts during his lifetime, which was well received, but many people took him for a trick, because Mr. Baudelaire's works... can sell The only one with a high price is "Flower of Evil"..."

Paul Verlaine is not comfortable talking about such things, the work of a poet cannot be measured in money, and that would tarnish the talent of M. Baudelaire.

Arthur Rimbaud had never met Baudelaire, and it was imminent to write another collection of poetry and publish it through regular channels to wash away the shame of self-publishing.

Later, Arthur Rimbaud gossiped with Paul Verlaine: "I think the owner of the pizzeria is a blond man, or his wife is a blond beauty. The discounts for these activities are too friendly to me. I love this store the most. gone."

Paul Verlaine went to see his mouth full of food crumbs and wiped it pamperingly.

Paul Verlaine thought to himself.

[You in the future - you must be the most beautiful blonde in Paris. 】

The 17-year-old Rimbaud has not yet entered the peak period of temperament and appearance.

However, beauty is in the eye of the beholder, Paul Verlaine looked at the fleshy place on Rimbaud's cheek and wanted to kiss him, his baby fat was so cute.

Rimbaud, don't eat so much.

Be careful of gaining weight...

In July, the weather in Britain and France became hot one after another. In this era without air-conditioning, the hot weather made the nobles and rich people start to consider going abroad for vacation.That month, HSBC was authorized by the British government and subsequently issued [-] shares.

Ma Shengqiu also went to Hong Kong and bought 20 shares of HSBC as a souvenir.

He kept a copy of all the good things for himself and gave a copy to Wilde.

Asset appreciation...

On July [-]th, Matilda was sick, her face was haggard, and she couldn't bear the summer heat. Paul Verlaine went out to buy medicine for her, and met Arthur Rimbaud on the way, and Arthur Rimbaud greeted him brilliantly. He smiled and said, "Let's go on vacation!"

Paul Verlaine subconsciously asked, "Where are you going?"

Arthur Rimbaud shook the boat ticket in his hand: "Guernsey Island under British jurisdiction! Mr. Hugo invited me to his house as a guest. The seaside will always be cooler."

Paul Verlaine blurted out in shock: "You know Hugo? Which Hugo!"

You know Hugo, and you still mess up so pitifully?

Have no friends?

"Victor Hugo, François Hugo, I know their father and son." Arthur Rimbaud raised his neck, the boy was not worried, and his skin had some sweat and healthy skin. Wheat-colored, "Do you want to go?"

Paul Verlaine was dragged aboard by Arthur Rimbaud, dazed.

They prepared nothing, paid no heed to anything, and went to Guernsey.

Victor Hugo entertained them friendly, as if turning a blind eye to the intimacy between the two, but during the dinner, he asked the maid at home to prepare pizza, and Paul Hugo, who had already eaten nausea Verlaine immediately expressed helplessness.

Arthur Rimbaud was rather happy: "It's pizza again, thank you Mr. Hugo."

Victor Hugo said meaningfully: "The first pizzeria in France was invested and opened by my friends and me. What does Rimbaud think of the taste?"

Arthur Rimbaud was eating pizza without paying attention, and his teeth hit the meat in his mouth.

His face was slightly stiff from the pain.

"What friend……"

"Ha ha!"

Victor Hugo was laughing, but would not say who.

Paul Verlaine couldn't understand, so he behaved restrainedly, Arthur Rimbaud blushed, and threw his favorite pizza on the plate, François Hugo stopped Rimbaud from wasting food Behavior, he glared at the blond boy, "Don't spit on the plate, it's too dirty."

Arthur Rimbaud wronged: "Francois, I don't want to eat..."

Francois Hugo said puzzledly: "The reason?"

Arthur Rimbaud was weeping, faltering, staring at the pizza like a scourge, and his mind exploded, recalling the activities of the pizzeria.

He thought he was super lucky to meet the event requirements.

It was just made for him by others.

At night, Paul Verlaine came to his side, excited and unable to regain his composure. He actually stayed at the house of Mr. Hugo, whom the French admired!Paul Verlaine had more than one opinion of Rambo, and asked, "What are you thinking?"

Arthur Rimbaud buried his face under his arms and sank down.

"I have an extra dad..."

Moreover, it was the kind who looked at him coldly and creepily, and would take care of food and drink in private.

After thinking hard, Arthur Rimbaud told about the process of getting to know Aso Qiuya, asked Verlaine for analysis, and said to death, "Do you think he is interested in my mother and wants to be my stepfather?"

Paul Verlaine: "What does your mother look like..."

Arthur Rimbaud resolutely said: "Black witch! I am the nemesis of poets!"

Paul Verlaine: "..."

Naive.

Compared with being your stepdad, he suspects that the man wants to pick you up.

"Just stop eating pizza and you'll be fine."

"it is good!"

A few days later, Hugo's kitchen lost ingredients, and there was a little mouse that could drill into the oven.

Arthur Rimbaud learned how to make pizza!

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