Started with a green hat for Verlaine

"vomit!"

Walking out of the syphilis ward, Oscar Wilde hurriedly took off his mask, collapsed and was about to vomit into the trash can.Ma Shengqiu also grabbed his back collar in time: "Don't get too close to the trash can, most of the things in it belong to patients..."

A little distance away, Oscar Wilde vomited acid water out of his stomach.

Ma Shengqiu also wiped his mouth for him and put on a simple mask again. The hospital was full of viruses, and he did not want the other party to be spread by air and droplets during the visit.

"Qiu, let's go home..."

Oscar Wilde burst into tears, expressing that he understands the horror of syphilis patients, and the pustules and festered skin are the biggest stimulus to beauty control lovers.

Ma Shengqiu also clasped his wrist firmly.

"Haven't read it yet."

"Impossible! This is the concentrated area of ​​local syphilis patients."

Oscar Wilde shook his head frantically.

Aso Qiuya's voice was like the sigh of hell: "The critically ill area is not here."

Immediately afterwards, the two came to another hospital: Dublin Mental Hospital.

Oscar Wilde: "..."

Ma Shengqiu also gave Wilde a hand, and he staggered to follow. The Irishman's physique was as fragile as a piece of paper under the palm of the Oriental.

"I made an appointment in advance, and I want to visit the crazy syphilis patients here." Ma Shengqiu also registered at the front desk. Through money and connections, he has two fictitious identities, the identity of a foreign Irishman who is easy to walk and the identity of a British Chinese .

Those in mental institutions are generally patients with advanced syphilis.

By this point, the virus has destroyed the nerves of the brain, and they are already insane.

Oscar Wilde balked.

Ma Shengqiu also pushed him the whole way, letting him watch those lunatics who had hallucinations and were not far from death.The first patient here claimed to be God and the savior, yelling frantically that you can’t detain me. The second patient was drooling, his hands and feet twitched, and he couldn’t tell whether it was a stroke or epilepsy. The third patient squatted in the corner to defecate and use urine The liquid smears the walls laughingly.

During the visit, a patient rushed over to attack them with a hideous expression. Oscar Wilde was so frightened that he screamed on the spot and forgot to dodge.Ma Shengqiu also kicked away the violent mental patient and asked the nurse to arrest him.

He apologized to the casual head nurse: "Accidentally fought back."

The head nurse said calmly: "It's okay, they can't be considered normal people. After living here, even their family members are ashamed to be with them."

Ma Shengqiu also nodded, and didn't mention any humanitarian care. At this time, there is no place like a mental hospital in the east.He said to Wilde: "Did you hear that? If you live here, you will be eliminated by this society."

Oscar Wilde trilled: "Got it."

Ma Shengqiu also continued to take him to visit the ward. If he encountered a mentally ill patient with obvious infectious diseases, Ma Shengqiu would also pull Wilde behind him, keep a distance, and make himself a safety line for Wilde.

Oscar Wilde's brain recovered from fear, and his expression behind the mask changed back and forth. Seeing those patients with severe syphilis, his expression gradually became fixed on pity and disgust. Even if he committed suicide, he would not become such a person.

After returning, Aso asked Oscar Wilde to burn the clothes he wore today and urged him to take a hot bath.Before Oscar Wilde went to bed, Ma Shengqiu also helped to make a glass of milk to soothe his nerves, and told him a beautiful bedtime story by the bed, not at all like forcing him to do things during the day.

Hot milk flowed into his throat, and Oscar Wilde's resistance was gently resolved.

Aso Qiu also closed the book in his hand.

"have a good rest."

When Ma Shengqiu also got up to leave, Oscar Wilde reached out from under the summer blanket to hold back the corner of his clothes: "Qiu, I swear I will not be like those men."

Ma Shengqiu also turned around, with slender eyebrows and eyes as gentle as jade, "I hope you will do what you say."

His kindness and admonition are contained in this sentence.

Oscar Wilde's heart beats like drums for the beauty under the lights, and the skin secretes sweat. The summer weather always makes the body and heart hot together, and said dryly: "You have to believe me, I have never been with unclean people, I, I'm a virgin!"

Ma Shengqiu also clenched his fist against his mouth, afraid of laughing out loud.

Oscar Wilde looked at him pitifully, blushing up to his ears with embarrassment, even Ma Shengqiu, who knew he was pretending to be pure, was willing to believe him once.

Ma Shengqiu also asked: "Is it so powerful to visit the hospital today?"

Oscar Wilde bowed his head in pain: "I am ashamed in front of you."

Ma Shengqiu also looked at him helplessly: "I'm asking about your opinion on patients."

Oscar Wilde covered his face: "It's the biggest blow to me when you see me in a mess. God, Qiu, every man and woman wants to behave better in front of you. If a woman vomits in front of you , I will definitely go home and go on a hunger strike to wash my face with tears!"

Ma Shengqiu also far underestimated the degree of "exaggeration" of Europeans in front of beauty.

Kissing toes, paving the way with flowers, and sending diamonds and jewelry are commonplace. European nobles with a single entertainment method can go crazy for new things.

This is an era when the upper class wants to save face.

He suddenly thought about it, if his face had such lethal power...

"I know what to do."

Aso Qiuya's eyes light up slightly, which can make people's backs feel cold.

"Face..." Aso chuckled, the temperature in the room seemed to drop by three degrees, Oscar Wilde didn't know why, so he instinctively retracted his fingers.

Ma Shengqiu also turned off the lights, opened the door and went out, leaving behind a sentence that made Oscar Wilde's bones hurt: "It's natural to be calm when you are calm, don't think about it."

Oscar Wilde wiped his sweat, and said weakly: "Qiu—"

There is another person's cool breath in the bedroom, so fascinating.

At the end of July, in northwestern France, Rouen.

Ma Shengqiu also sat in the Croisset villa where Gustave Flaubert lived in seclusion.

Gustave Flaubert was astonished when he saw him, and he was not notified at all.The stranger in front of him came to his house majestically, his face was covered with bandages, and he was dressed as black as a crow, and he was not stopped by the servants!

This scene is like a dangerous scene that only appears in novels.

Gustave Flaubert admitted to being terrified.

"You must be curious."

Ma Shengqiu also said in soft French, "Why did I come to you, why didn't your servant show up? If you are a mystery novelist, you should analyze my reason for coming at this moment, and think about how I arrived safely." Your villa."

Gustave Flaubert is 50 years old this year, with thin hair. Like many French people, facing the situation of getting fat in middle age and balding in old age, his expression is quite guarded.

Gustave Flaubert was anxious, and said politely: "Sir, please leave, it is illegal to trespass on other people's villas."

Ma Shengqiu also said abruptly, "I came in with my face."

Gustave Flaubert was bewildered.

face?

What does this mean, did the other party look fierce and scare the servants away?

Aso Shengqiu also removed the gauze on his face, and when the gauze fell, his slightly raised lips were exposed first, "You don't have to blame them, I told them, I am your reader, I came to visit you because of my reputation, I hope to talk to you Meet alone."

Gustave Flaubert became irritable, with a white scarf wrapped around his neck, his fat neck was thick and short, and his head was about to be buried in his clothes: "You are full of lies, you must be hiding from the servant's sight, Come into my house, I don't know you, please leave—!"

He raised his head and met the... face of the black-haired man sitting elegantly across from him.

The flames of rage were doused by something invisible.

He opened his mouth wide.

Tongue hypertrophy.

Aware of the indecentness, Gustave Flaubert closed his mouth tightly and swallowed. The Frenchman who lived for 50 years saw the most beautiful man in his life.

"My face is the passport, do you believe it?"

"..."

"I am your reader and a friend of Mr. Hugo. I discussed health issues with you in a letter last time. Unfortunately, you are very resistant to my concern."

"……It's you?"

"Yes, I am concerned about your physical condition."

Aso Qiu also stepped forward, allowing people's eyesight to clearly capture all the flaws of a person.

Gustave Flaubert, smothered by the unblemished beauty of his face, glanced subconsciously at the other's feet.Oriental shoes are not big in size, and inside the custom-made leather shoes are a pair of feet whose details cannot be seen clearly, which seems to be as smooth and delicate as the skin.

This action is very strange.

Ma Shengqiu also noticed Flaubert's strangeness.

Fortunately, people of later generations have uncovered the hobbies of literary giants. Rousseau likes to be spanked on the buttocks, Voltaire can tolerate being cuckolded, Hugo has a serious sex addiction, Baudelaire and Balzac are in debt Madman... Flaubert had a serious foot fetish.

There is no need to doubt, Flaubert looked at him with eyes that were definitely not straight.

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Ma Shengqiu also said: "I admire your literary works, I am on a business trip to France, and I want to live by your side for a week." As he spoke, Ma Shengqiu also lured openly, "As long as you are in good health, I will let you read them. my feet."

Ma Shengqiu also smiled and said, "This is not an embarrassing hobby, Mr. Flaubert."

Gustave Flaubert fell under one attack after another, and even after many years, he revealed in front of others the shyness of his inarticulate youth.

He felt that happiness came too fast.

Ok.

A faint premonition said deep in his mind: It was as fast as the syphilis back then.

The ominous came true in the following week.

Because of Aso Akiya's residence, Gustave Flaubert forcibly abstained from sex. With such a beautiful woman in his company, who could steal an ordinary woman again?

Gustave Flaubert was skeptical about the identity of Akiya Aso’s reader. During the chat, Akio Aso also shared his works like a treasure, saying that he found out that Mr. Flaubert had a hidden foot fetish in “Madame Bovary” addiction.

Later, Gustave Flaubert received a letter from Victor Hugo, proving that what Ma Shengqiu said was true, and that the other party was really a friend that Hugo recognized.

Under the sincere and gentle eyes of the other party, he regretted his bet.

He dare not take off his clothes!

Years of taking iodide to treat diseases caused his skin to turn black, and the syphilis contracted when he was young made his body a mess, so he could only use mercury to wipe his body to relieve the symptoms.In order to avoid the sight of Akiya Aso, Gustave Flaubert administered medicine to himself at night, and dared not call the doctor to his villa again.

For seven days, Gustave Flaubert was not faking it.

An epileptic seizure made him scream and fell down the stairs. Ma Shengqiu also arrived in time, helped him up, and sent him back to the bed in the bedroom.

Ma Shengqiu also made a decisive decision and asked the servant to call the doctor.

Gustave Flaubert stammered, "No...don't..."

Ma Shengqiu also covered Flaubert's mouth, and said softly, "Go!"

The servant rushed to the doctor.

The doctor is here.

The doctor shakes off Flaubert's old background.

Ma Shengqiu also read the doctor's instructions and picked up the bottle containing mercury.The liquid silver liquid is like moonlight, very beautiful, but it is a slow poison for killing people, and does not have any effect on curing diseases.

He smiled and looked at Flaubert whose arms were shaking on the bed.

"Monsieur Flaubert, you have lost."

"Your body is too bad, you are sick all over, and you can't stand it for seven days. It is very painful when you communicate with me every day. I don't know if Mr. Hugo told you about Mr. Baudelaire's fate. He is just like you ruined on this."

Aso Qiuya's voice was suddenly cold.

"If you want to survive, quit the mercury and reduce the dose of iodide!"

"If you don't listen to my arrangement, I will let the whole of France know that you have a venereal disease, and even the ugliest prostitutes on the streets of France won't want to touch you!"

"If you still don't care, I'll get you a realist painter."

"How about a nude erythema full body image?"

Horror!

Flaubert's reader is the devil who controls his life.

"correct."

"I have taken over the Villa Croisset."

"Then you have three meals a day, with meat and vegetables, drink more yogurt, eat only cooked food, forget what the doctor said you can't eat green vegetables, try this course of treatment, if there is an immediate effect, you might as well stick to it. "

Ma Shengqiu also played both soft and hard ways, and finally let out a soft voice, covering the trembling Flaubert with a quilt, and Flaubert said weakly: "Who are you..."

"I will be the reader who most wishes you to live."

His figure disappeared outside the door, leaving behind infinite reverie.

……

"Faubert's Famous Quotes for a Bad Friend": "How are your nerves? How is your syphilis, your lovely syphilis that you are so proud of?"

—Maxime Dikon.