Started with a green hat for Verlaine

[Oscar, I met Mr. Flaubert and got along very well. 】

[I came by coincidence. Mr. Flaubert has just finalized a work "The Temptation of Saint Anthony". The background of the story is at the end of the fifteenth century. Dao's little suggestion. 】

[Originally, it was almost time to leave. Poor Mr. Flaubert was ill and fell down in the stairwell. I couldn't bear him to be left alone, so I took the initiative to stay and provided a treatment plan for my hometown. The time to return to Ireland will be postponed until It's late August or early September, I hope you won't feel lonely by yourself, keep exercising, and become a tall and straight man. 】

【The next time we meet, I will bring you a gift. How about adding your autograph to Mr. Flaubert's new work?I will fight for the rights to The Temptation of St. Anthony. 】

[This time it is not a letter, but a telegram, I hope you can see it as soon as possible. 】

[The number of words is limited, I can't bear to type more. 】

[——The money-saving autumn. 】

After sending the telegram, Ma Shengqiu went to pack up the manuscripts of Gustave Flaubert, and then told the chef of the Villa Croisset to purchase more items such as carrots, eggs, red dates, spinach, and pork liver, and then personally Went to buy milk.

In order to promote the body's immunity to viruses, he chose yoghurt.

When asked about the yogurt, Aso frowned at the milk merchant's answer: "I have fresh milk that is guaranteed not to be mixed with water. The shelf life after refrigeration is seven to ten days. The yogurt you mentioned seems to be only heard in Greece and Japan. It's popular over there in Bulgaria."

Ma Shengqiu also said: "Can I buy it with more money?"

The milk merchant didn't intend to do this kind of loss-making business, and refused: "It's too far away, and the weather is hot recently, and the milk is very easy to go bad when it is taken out. I can't buy it for you alone, and not many people will do it when it is delivered." purchase."

Ma Shengqiu also gave up. If he is a top rich man, he can naturally send a train to transport what he wants to drink. When the money is not too much, he can honestly find a substitute.

He went to look at the milk samples provided by the milkman and saw the familiar logo.

"What is the company of this glass of milk?"

"Nestlé."

Five years ago, pharmacist Henri Nestle established Nestlé in Switzerland, using the bird's nest pattern as a trademark, which was recognized by Aso at a glance.

Ma Shengqiu also silently wrote down this company.

Without waiting for the milk merchant to sell, he turned around and ordered French local milk. Even if Switzerland is not far from France, it is useless. To drink milk, you must drink the freshest milk, otherwise it is easy to have diarrhea in this place where there are no consumer complaints.

"Order a month's supply of fresh milk and deliver it to Villa Croisset every morning."

"Okay, sir!"

After receiving his consulting tip, the milkman showed a simple smile.

It's that simple to be happy in this age.

After receiving the telegram, Oscar Wilde reluctantly accepted Aso's reason, to take care of the sick French writer, and he was old, so he had to be respected.

"If Qiu isn't here, I'll start running and climbing again."

Oscar Wilde pinched his belly gloomily.

For his plan to regain fitness, Bernard Shaw very much agreed, squatting on his only way every morning, urging Oscar Wilde.Oscar Wilde once felt that he was too hardworking, and asked him why he loved exercising so much.

George Bernard Shaw replied poignantly: "My father was a drunkard with no title of nobility. He was lazy, poor, and loved to smoke and drink. All the bad habits were concentrated in him, but he taught his children in a severe way-- — don't learn my bad habits."

Walking to Wilde's side, Bernard Shaw's face was covered with sweat and a persistent expression.

"This is the only place where he is responsible, and I don't want to be the second him."

Some people try hard to imitate their father.

There are also people who try their best to discipline themselves in order to be contrary to their father.

Oscar Wilde couldn't help feeling a little admiration, and recognized this little follower who had come to rely on him. If the other party could persevere, he would definitely not become a mediocre person.

"The light of hard work... is as dazzling as the dawn of the morning."

His praise made Bernard Shaw blush.

At the end, Oscar Wilde said without shame: "I am boasting myself."

Bernard Shaw: "..."

In August, Guy de Maupassant asked for leave from the navy. He went home to visit his mother first, and then went to Rouen to visit Mr. Flaubert. He was going to ask his elders for advice on whether he would obey the assignment of the navy and work in a colony far away from the French homeland. .

Guy de Maupassant was born in a declining aristocratic family. When he was young, his father cheated on a maid, and the relationship between his parents broke up. He could not enjoy his father's love since he was a child. The child's affection for his father.

For so many years, Gustave Flaubert regarded him as his own son, cared about his studies, cared about his writing, and selflessly guided him to a better path.

Without Flaubert, there would be no Maupassant today.

Guy de Maupassant sometimes wished that he was really his child, that he could take the surname of "Flaubert" and officially call him his father.

Sighing slightly in his heart, he straightened the collar of his navy uniform, took the fruit in his hand as a gift, and stepped into Flaubert's home full of energy.

From a distance, he saw Gustave Flaubert being supported for a walk.

"Monsieur Flaubert!"

This sound made Gustave Flaubert excited.

Guy is here!

Now I have a chance to get out of the clutches of readers!

Gustave Flaubert wanted to get out of the restraint, but before he could move, Ma Shengqiuya grabbed his arm and said with a smile: "Please slow down, Mr. Flaubert."

Gustave Flaubert froze, thinking that the other party had an angelic face and a devil's heart, and he didn't have the courage to shake Aso Shuya's face, and whispered: "My student is here."

This time, Ma Shengqiu also had complicated eyes: "Is he...?"

The soldier who came in at the door was hulking, tall and tall, and the difference between him and the pink-haired youth he knew was astonishing. One was powerful and the other was like an elf. If the transcender Phantom knew looked like this, he felt that first love would not exist at all. .

Gustave Flaubert said the expected name: "Guy de Maupassant."

Guy de Maupassant came striding forward and saw the people beside Flaubert.

His pupils quake.

In an instant, I forgot everything I wanted to say before.

If beauty is a luxury, the black-haired man standing in the sun at this moment is a peerless treasure that the royal family will put in a safe and cannot be touched by others.

Those eyes are black pearls from the deep sea, that skin is ceramics that transmit light, and the tight clothes cover all the skin below the neck, elegant and abstinent, the proportion of legs and waist is perfect, just looking at the figure can make you lose weight The lady screamed.This kind of implicit beauty from the East just wants to be torn apart by Europeans rudely, throwing the beauty on the bed to enjoy!

This is the top beauty that can make French men's eyes straight!

Regardless of gender, regardless of national boundaries, true beauty can be appreciated by people all over the world.

After getting used to seeing blond beauties, Maupassant was shocked by the black-haired and black-eyed oriental beauties for the first time, as if seeing an oriental treasure.

Guy de Maupassant introduced himself stammeringly: "Hello."

Ma Shengqiu also looked at his outstretched hand, smiled slightly, and gave a handshake ceremony.

There is no one beyond.

You are the writer of the future, and I am your publisher of the future.

Lunch was eaten in the villa. Guy de Maupassant ignored Flaubert's winking behavior throughout the whole process, and circled around Ma Shengqiu, asking questions. Ma Shengqiu also showed excellent self-cultivation. Chat: "I am a reader of Mr. Flaubert, Wang Qiu, you can call me by my surname 'Wang' or by my first name 'Qiu', it doesn't matter where I come from, the main thing is to adjust for the respected Mr. Flaubert Body."

Guy de Maupassant's brain was dizzy, and he immediately decided: extend the vacation!I'm going to live with M. Flaubert for a while, and make a friendship with this new friend!

Later, Ma Shengqiu also denied the medical skills of Flaubert's doctor in front of Maupassant. Guy de Maupassant did not listen carefully to the content. Anyway, Mr. Flaubert has never recovered. It is completely reasonable to change the treatment method ah!

The corners of Gustave Flaubert's eyes twitched as he watched in despair as the students mutinied.

this kid...

Didn't you find yourself being controlled by others?

Ma Shengqiu also tilted his head, and whispered softly: "Mr. Flaubert, after several days of different recuperations, do you feel that your body is no worse than when you took the medicine?"

Feeling the gaze of the other party, Gustave Flaubert shuddered like an electric shock.

He loves and fears that taste at the same time.

He wanted to regain his freedom, but he was shamefully greedy for the care of the other party. In his brain, he fantasized about a pair of bare feet that the orientals would not show off. All the mercury was thrown away, and he ate vegetables made of carrots and a small amount of meat like a rabbit every day, and he couldn't feel a trace of resentment.

I don't know whether it's the effect of abstinence or diet therapy, but his body is recovering day by day, pretending to be exhausted, just to get Aso Qiuya's personal support.

Gustave Flaubert hesitated: "It's okay...well..."

His legs were clamped tightly, not to be caught by the terrible reader's little thoughts.

The lower body that has not been washed with medicine is hurting!

He wants quicksilver!

Ma Shengqiu calmly analyzed the body language of the other party, because there was not enough time to establish trust. He succeeded in using his appearance as a breakthrough to capture people's hearts. The failure was that Gustave Flaubert suffered from long-term syphilis , the body cannot recover instantly.

"Mr. Maupassant." Ma Shengqiu also thought of the other person, "You might as well pay more attention to Mr. Flaubert's complexion. We will eat and live together in the future. If you feel a little uncomfortable, you can tell me directly."

Guy de Maupassant nodded carelessly: "Okay, no problem!"

Gustave Flaubert sighed.

Ma Shengqiu didn't stare at them all the time. After finishing the meal, he cleaned up the dishes and went to the kitchen under the flattery of the servants, "Let me serve it, you go to the roof to collect the clothes."

Guy de Maupassant wanted to help, but Ma Shengqiu also declined.

There are only two masters and apprentices left in the living room.

Guy de Maupassant grabbed Flaubert's hand, and his enthusiasm for writing was high: "I understand the meaning of writing, and I also want such a beautiful reader!"

What is the joy of life?

It's a beauty!It's stamp collecting!It's a cloud and rain on the bed!

Gustave Flaubert said with a headache: "What on earth are you here for?"

Guy de Maupassant gave gifts to the teacher, which were high-end pens and kraft paper, "I wanted to ask for your opinion. The Navy has a few places for foreign transfers. There is a shortage of people in the Colonial Administration, and I want to recruit some temporary employees. , I don’t intend to go!”

Gustave Flaubert was startled: "Don't give up."

Guy de Maupassant: "Temporary employees don't get paid. It's too hard. They are employees of the French government after they become regulars. And there is no Seine River that I love in Africa."

Gustave Flaubert talked and exaggerated the advantages of government departments. Guy de Maupassant's brain barely cooled down and muttered: "Go to work at nine in the morning and leave at 06:30 in the evening, six days a week... ...so little personal time..."

Gustave Flaubert: "Wait until you become famous for your writing before considering resigning, young man, you need to work harder than in the past, not sit here and dream about the future."

Guy de Maupassant swallowed: "Okay."

In the next second, Maupassant quietly asked: "Is that person not your lover?"

Gustave Flaubert looked at him lifelessly: "No." In order to dissuade the other party's thoughts, Gustave Flaubert said earnestly, "He is a man, before you want to pursue him, think about yourself first. Is it suitable, do you have the ability to drive away his troubles? Do you have the ability to give him a good life? Do you dare to let him go out with you?"

Guy de Maupassant was speechless.

He was afraid that he would be disgusted by some duke or marquis and would secretly send someone to beat him to death.

Do not doubt the privilege and darkness above the law!

In the end, Maupassant came to a dejected conclusion: "I am not qualified to pursue him, unless I don't want to live anymore, or I can have social influence comparable to Mr. Hugo."

Gustave Flaubert reassured: "You just need to understand."

After speaking, Gustave Flaubert gave Maupassant pocket money and coaxed the students.

"Go out and find a whore."

"..."

"England and Turkey have good male prostitutes, I've tried it on my travels and I've really looked into this different 'ejaculation pattern' for France."

"..."

Guy de Maupassant, always talkative, was defeated.

Nothing like an experienced teacher.

Gustave Flaubert lamented: "Before he came, I could enjoy three women before lunch, and after he came—" He looked out into the garden, "I became a lonely old man who kept himself clean , beauty is good, but you can only look at it!"

After Ma Shengqiu also walked out of the kitchen, he picked up the scissors and trimmed the excess branches in the garden without resting.When he was touched by his eyes, he seemed to feel something. Looking back, it was like a ray of spring breeze blowing through a midsummer garden, and there were swaying lotus flowers in his eyes, standing gracefully.

Gustave Flaubert felt instantly rejuvenated.

Sooner or later he will take off this man's shoes!

Play barefoot!

He cried bitterly in his heart, even if he couldn't sleep, it would be good to let him take a look at his feet.This young man who tempted him to commit crimes every day is too hateful. He taught him how to keep in good health with different tricks. Of course he knows that abstinence can restrain physical diseases, but he can't do it!

[If I were 20 years younger, I would just fuck you to death on the bed! 】

[Who is imprisoned is not sure! 】

……

Wenye World.

Gustave Flaubert, one of the predecessors of the French transcendents, stopped his daily activities that were beneficial to his physical and mental health. ...I especially want to see the opponent's feet.

Accompanied by the few memories, he felt itchy and a little guilty, and included his thoughts in the added value brought by "legendary".

A beauty is no surprise.

A legendary beauty who has caused a sensation in the world can easily make the high-ranking person fall in love with her.

However, it is immoral for the senior Xiao to think of the junior's partner, even though what he thinks is not the body, but the pair of bare feet that he has never seen before.

"Aso Qiu has also passed away."

"It's impossible for me to tell Arthur Rimbaud that I want to enter the 'Painting Book' to worship the dead body, and then take off the other's shoes..."

"No, I need some face... Ma Shengqiu also saved Guy..."

"Unless he can come back from the dead, I absolutely can't do this kind of thing. Neither Charles nor Victor will let me go. At worst, I'll find an oriental man as my lover..."

Gustave Flaubert took a great interest in Oriental beauties.

He is tired of eating big fish and meat, so he can change to a lighter taste. The delicate and delicate jade feet of the oriental beauty will satisfy his taste.

……

This is the joy of the transcendent.