Started with a green hat for Verlaine

It had rained in Dublin and it was hot and humid all at once.

Because of the rain, Oscar Wilde naturally skipped his morning jog and slumped on the sofa in the living room of the apartment to enjoy the beautiful morning.

He doesn't want to move at all, and not running is the greatest enjoyment.

For this reason, he rejected the suggestion of his little follower Bernard Shaw, what kind of sports like indoor tennis and polo, does he seem to be such a sports-loving person?Qiu is back, he is very satisfied with his weight loss, just be careful not to consume too much sugar.

"Autumn?"

There was a knock on the door, and Oscar Wilde was surprised, because Ma Shengqiu also went out and wore the key, and it was said that he was going to meet a customer and he would come back after discussing business matters.

Oscar Wilde jumped off the sofa and went to open the door. In contrast to his refreshing self, there was a black-haired man with dripping hair at the door.Aso also tucked the traditional long-handled umbrella under his arm, and the custom-made suit was soaked by the rain. He used the coat to protect the things in his arms, as if he was carrying something precious that could not be wet by the rain.

"You." Oscar Wilde was taken aback by his appearance, hurriedly took the umbrella, stood by the wall, and then heard a weak Mimi cry from the opponent's arms.

Ma Shengqiu also lifted the covering coat, and Oscar Wilde looked down.

It turned out to be a common little black cat.

The kitten didn't seem to be weaned, its hair was sticking together, and it was screaming, calling for the mother cat, its eyes were not very open, and it could see the green color.

"Help me take care of it. I'm going to change clothes. The female cat was run over by a passing carriage. I searched around and found it in a corner." Ma Shengqiu also carefully took the rescued little black cat Put it on the table and find a cardboard box to make a temporary cat's nest.

He hurried off to change, leaving the living room to Oscar Wilde.

Oscar Wilde didn't hate cats, all cute and beautiful animals are worthy of human appreciation.Because his father is a doctor, he knows a lot of medical knowledge, and he dare not touch the cat's paws and mouth easily, for fear of infecting the animal with bacteria.

"Does Qiu like cats?" Oscar Wilde guessed Aso Qiuya's preferences, put on gloves and stroked the cat's back, "I would have bought a breed cat if I knew it."

Ma Shengqiu also changed into home clothes, his unshielded face was breathtakingly handsome.

He focused on taking care of the little black cat who had been hungry for an unknown amount of time.

With Oscar Wilde around to help, he instantly felt out of favor.

Aso also wiped the cat's body with cotton cloth, soaked goat's milk, and prepared a warm nest. However, when he wanted to feed the cat, he couldn't feed it.The little black cat screamed helplessly, its belly was very flat, as if it could not swallow, Ma Shengqiu also stroked its little head, showing eagerness like an ordinary person: "Eat a little, I won't hurt you."

Oscar Wilde had a brainstorm and found the family syringe.

The syringe at this time is very similar to the professional syringe of later generations, the difference is that it is a silver structure, which is expensive, and the needle can only inject one milliliter of liquid.

One milliliter is approximately equal to twenty drops of goat milk.

"Thank you." Ma Shengqiu also gave him a grateful look, sucked the goat milk with a syringe, put it into the little black cat's mouth, and force-fed it, finally letting the little black cat eat the food.

Seeing that the situation had improved, he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Oscar, I want to raise it in the apartment." Ma Shengqiu also asked for the opinion of the partner who lived with him. When he said this, Oscar Wilde saw the new shoots on the other's face after the snow melted Blooming full of tenderness.

Oscar Wilde agreed with both hands, and there was no resistance from Lantang at all.

Keep it up!

People who don't keep dogs are puppies!

The next day, the little black cat’s meowing appeared again, showing symptoms of diarrhea. After Ma Shengqiu tried his best to let him rest and stopped meowing, he drove Oscar Wilde to school and refused to let him Delaying school in an apartment.

On the third day, Oscar Wilde borrowed an adult female cat from a classmate's house, hoping to solve the problem of the little black cat by using the mother cat's nature of taking care of the cubs.

The little black cat broke away from human comfort and snuggled up against the soft belly of the mother cat.The mother cat sniffed its scent, but did not dislike it, and licked its fur. The little black cat made a sound of sleeping, and its body no longer shivered.

However, both Aso and Oscar Wilde underestimated the difficulty of raising stray cats, especially kittens who have lost the care of their mother cats.

The condition of the little black cat began to appear repeatedly, and his mental state became worse and worse.

A veterinary school was established in the UK very early, and there are veterinary shops in Dublin. Ma Shengqiu searched all of them, and got the same answer: "Don't raise a stray cat of unknown origin, don't look at it as if it was just born, it is born with malnutrition , has been more than a month old, you can't save it, and we can't save it."

The doctor was found, the money was spent, but these still can't change the ending of a stray cat.

Money and human care lasted only ten days.

Ma Shengqiu also thought that he would be able to raise the rescued little black cat, watch it play lively and live in the new home, and be by his side just like Ranpo back then.

But reality gave him a slap in the face.

How can human beings be happy in everything, and cats picked up casually are healthy and lively. Even in the 21st century, the survival rate of stray cat children is not high.

"Sorry……"

The little black cat curled up beside the mother cat, its body became stiff and cold, and it finished the last journey.The mother cat kept licking and calling to it. Gradually, the mother cat seemed to know that the little black cat was dead, so she got down on her body and stopped doing meaningless movements.

Ma Shengqiu also lifted the little black cat from the mother cat with both hands, and put it on her lap. The mother cat let out a furious cry, looked at the humans vigilantly for a while, jumped off the table, and wanted to leave here, no longer To deal with the dead kittens.

Oscar Wilde quickly used a cat cage to lock up the female cat, and then returned it to his classmates.

He didn't have time to care about his classmate's female cat, so he went to see Aso Qiuya worriedly.

"Autumn, let's raise a cat. There will be a large-scale cat show in the UK this year and next year. We can go there and choose the cat we like."

This is the solution that Wilde thought of.

Ma Shengqiu also shook his head, stroking the little black cat's body, a tear dissipated in the air before falling into the eye socket, "I'm sorry for the cats I raised, and those people..."

"I used to have a cat at home. It was a white long-haired cat named Long Er. After I was gone, my children would take care of it for me, but what about the children I raised? Some friends would take care of them. I But I missed the appointment...I didn't follow the agreement to watch them grow up, I am sorry for my family..."

After picking up the little black cat, Ma Shengqiu couldn't help raising the idea of ​​raising a litter of cats to miss the children. This behavior is undoubtedly his own spiritual comfort.

There is no substitute for who is who.

People are not.

Neither are cats.

Ma Shengqiu also used death to avenge Lantang and Paul Verlaine, hurting everyone around him who cared about him, and the rooftop of the port mafia would become a sad place for children.

"That's it, I'll bury it well with the big cat."

Ma Shengqiu also wiped his cheeks with the back of his hand, and what he touched was dry, so his arm paused.

He turned away.

"The appearance of not being able to shed tears, is it like an undead?"

"Not like."

Oscar Wilde, who quietly listened to him, replied, squatting down halfway, and handed the handkerchief that every gentleman had in his pocket to the sad person in front of him.

"You are like a patient who is burned by the sun and wants to reach out."

Oscar Wilde looked pitiful.

"You are stronger than I thought."

Qiu, don't say anything about the undead, the living will be sad to see it.

No one has the heart to make you cry.

Afterwards, Ma Shengqiu also buried the little black cat next to the big cat, and put his hands together, wishing them to live in a beautiful cat planet and never come to this land of humans again.

Oscar Wilde returned the mother cat to his classmate, who was from a good family. Hearing that his kitten was still dead, he sighed and said, "Wilde, it's not easy to keep a pet. Do you want to take the cub born to my mother cat?" Take one to raise?" Oscar Wilde thought of Ma Shengqiu's expression of giving up on raising a cat, which was closer to the pain of coming out of the shadows than sadness, and said: "It's too much trouble not to raise."

Oscar Wilde regained his proud look, and said with a smile: "I can't afford the life of a cat. If I want to raise it, I have to keep it happy for a lifetime."

As soon as he finished speaking, Wilde touched his lips, thinking of what Qiu had said.

Is this the so-called responsibility?

If he has a child in the future, he wants to let the child grow up happily?After all, people are more important than cats, and what Qiu regrets is not raising the cats and children at home.

Wilde's brain made up the half-blood child of the combination of himself and Qiu.

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He still seems to hope that Qiu is a woman, has a legal status, can marry and have children, instead of only being friends and unable to become a real family.

After failing to raise cats, Ma Shengqiu no longer paid attention to cats, and devoted his energy to publishing Hardy's books. The printing house printed a total of [-] copies of "The Poor and the Lady" and [-] copies of "A Pair of Blue Eyes". It is sold at a low price for one shilling.

"The Poor Man and the Lady" did not sell well.

Because "A Pair of Blue Eyes" was serialized in "Tingsley Magazine", it has fixed fans and publicity channels, and achieved good sales.

This made a good start for Aso Qiuya to gain a firm foothold in the British publishing industry.

At the same time, Ma Shengqiu and Oscar Wilde also went to England by train, and they met the first batch of Qing Dynasty students who went abroad.

In the first-class box on the iron train going back, Oscar Wilde washed his eyes at Ma Shengqiu.He thought, if Qiu had such a hairstyle, would he still be amazing?The answer is - it's okay to face the face, but it's okay to face the head, and I don't have any thoughts.

Ma Shengqiu also held the magazine in his hand, ignoring his strangely flickering eyes.

The noise of the tin train was very loud, mixed with the voices of the people in the third-class seat. They sat in the clean and gorgeous boxes and enjoyed the best service.

Oscar Wilde couldn't bear it anymore and expressed his opinion: "I don't like to take the train, I don't feel safe at all."

Ma Shengqiu also turned to the next page, read the serialized novels on it, and said, "You are just afraid of the high-speed moving environment outside in a small space."

Oscar Wilde asked: "Aren't you afraid?"

Ma Shengqiu also said, "I've been on a plane before."

Oscar Wilde: "?"

The Wright brothers who will invent the airplane in the future, their elder brother is five years old this year, and their younger brother is less than one year old, waiting to be fed.

Aso Shengqiu also softly described the plane for him: "It is a means of transportation in the sky, like a big bird made of metal."

Oscar Wilde was very envious: "I can fly in the sky..."

Ma Shengqiu also glanced, "If you take care of your body and don't play around, you will have the opportunity to experience the feeling of heaven after you live to be 60 years old."

Oscar Wilde was full of teasing, and shamelessly told him dirty jokes: "For a man, there is only one feeling of flying to heaven."

Ma Shengqiu also interrupted him: "What do you think about syphilis?"

Oscar Wilde's eyes were dazed, how did he bring up this topic.

"I heard from others that it is a disease that men are prone to suffer from?"

"Tell me your personal opinion."

"...a very romantic and fashionable disease?"

"..."

romantic?Hell romance and fashion!

Ma Shengqiu also fell out of the magazine. If Oscar Wilde was his friend in Wenye World, he would want to break up the friendship. If the other party was his child, he would definitely want to beat him up, pick up his ear, give him The other party's unforgettable lesson.

Oscar Wilde shrank back and asked in a gentle voice, "What's the matter with this feeling of hair standing on end?"

Ma Shengqiu also stared at him coldly, which was called murderous.

Sure enough, you should plan ahead.

The cat at home... Bah, all the friends I know must be in good health.

"Let me tell you, the end of getting syphilis in this era is death."

"But people always die."

Talk back?

Ma Shengqiu also found the reason why this guy likes to talk flirtatiously. The other party likes to show his personal "temperament" and insists on being different.

Normal people have long been discouraged by the murderous intent of the port mafia leader.

"It's very painful, very painful." Ma Shengqiu also said, "It will make you want to live or die. People who suffer from syphilis will be easily disfigured in the later stage. In the late stage of syphilis, you will be directly sent to the madhouse to end your madness. lifetime."

Oscar Wilde frowned, defending celebrities who had suffered from syphilis: "It will bring talent and applause, at most it will lose a little reputation."

Ma Shengqiu also said angrily: "Nonsense!"

Ma Shengqiu also thought of Baudelaire, who was born later than Hugo and died earlier than Hugo, "They didn't become famous because of syphilis, but syphilis ruined them!"

This must be avoided!

Ma Shengqiu also suddenly looked at Wilde who might join the syphilis army in history.

"He is also a celebrity. Mr. Hugo has been a romantic all his life, has no illegitimate children, has never suffered from syphilis, and is in good health. You have to learn from this kind of person!"

"Ah...why didn't he?"

Oscar Wilde suddenly realized, thinking in the shadow of Aso Akiya.

This kind of disease is also called aristocratic disease. Usually only rich and powerful people in the family are easily infected. If ordinary people want to get the disease, it depends on whether they have the money to visit prostitutes.Victor Hugo's emotional history is no worse than others, and theoretically he can't escape.

In order to keep him away from the disease, Ma Shengqiu said bitterly every word.

"Because she wears a condom—!"

"Do you want to be chic and die in 30 years, or be chic and old in 60 years!"

As soon as the content involving men's sexual happiness appeared, the passengers in the first-class and second-class boxes next door fell silent, and the ladies blushed quietly.

The ears of many men perked up.

This, the untold secret.