Started with a green hat for Verlaine

To change Flaubert's eating habits, start from the details of life.

Thanks to the joke made by Wenye France, Ma Shengqiu also read related medical books and compiled a recipe for syphilis patients.His deep intentions are reflected in the detailed content explanations in the diet pamphlets. He will clearly write the benefits of eating carrots, but he does not agree to eat too much of the same kind of food at one time.

Another example is smoking and drinking. Everyone knows that it is not good for the health. Ma Shengqiu will not force Gustave Flaubert to quit tobacco, but will take the initiative to provide it on time and reduce the number of times he smokes in a day within a reasonable limit. And provide each other with high-quality wine.

Gustave Flaubert's standard of living did not decrease, on the contrary, he enjoyed it. He once wondered: "The doctor told me not to drink wine and opposed my smoking."

Ma Shengqiu also said: "If I were a doctor, I would naturally say the same thing."

The black-haired man lit a cigarette for Flaubert, and the match lit up a flame. He was as considerate as a secretary serving the boss, and the tobacco in the pipe exuded a strong smell.

Gustave Flaubert was smoking and puffing, leaning comfortably on the sofa, with a rosy face, and it would be his death if he quit smoking.

"You don't have the willpower to quit. Repeating it over and over again will only hurt your body more and cause a strong withdrawal reaction." Ma Shengqiu also looked at his reaction and smiled calmly, knowing that the other party gradually accepted the established plan. Treatment, "I often hear people say that smoking and drinking will make you die quickly, but if you don't smoke and drink, you will have no taste in life."

Ma Shengqiu also took Mr. Flaubert out of the suicide treatment, turned to Maupassant with a straight face and a Chinese character face, and said, "A moderate glass of wine every day is better than getting addicted to alcohol. I can't restrain myself from drinking it." Other high-concentration alcohols are fine."

Maupassant felt that he was talking to himself, and thought it made sense, so he smacked his mouth and said: "You can't get drunk after drinking a bottle of wine."

Aso Shengqiu also raised his eyebrows, but Maupassant changed his words: "The taste of wine is very good."

Gustave Flaubert felt relaxed after listening to his conversation with his students. Although he was plagued by illness, he did not want Guy to follow his old path.

"Guy, how is your health recently?"

"pretty good."

Maupassant found the most striking point, getting up every morning without dizziness.

He secretly memorized his recipe, the staple food should include red dates, spinach, pork liver, lean meat, supplemented by egg yolk and milk, fruit should eat more grapes and strawberries, drink cooked water every day, and eat less raw or cold food .

Recently, he ate lightly, but the abnormalities of Flaubert and Maupassant's bodies have eased.

The master and apprentice, who love each other like father and son, looked at each other.

【effective. 】

[Teacher, your reader is probably a doctor. 】

Maupassant, who lived in the teacher's house and took part in recuperation, changed his military uniform, and Kong Wu's powerful soldier turned into an entry-level writer with literati temperament.

Aso Qiu was also there, and the two stayed in the villa for literary exchanges.

After listening to the teacher's analysis of his work, Maupassant yawned and went to sleep. He didn't understand why Ma Shengqiu could listen to it with gusto. Is this the difference between the author and the reader?

Ma Shengqiu also waited for him to leave, looked away, and suddenly said a word to Mr. Flaubert who was looking at the manuscript with a smile.

"My condolences, Maupassant is also sick."

Gustave Flaubert's hands trembled, his brain buzzed, and his limbs trembled. No one knew better than him how painful it is to be infected with a disease.

Ma Shengqiu also handed him a cup of hot tea to warm his heart.

"It's early symptoms, plus a little anemia."

"...Can it be cured?"

"can."

This is a completely different answer than imagined.

Gustave Flaubert stared at him with those bloodshot eyes.

Can syphilis, which has harmed countless people, be cured? !

"I'm investing in an antibiotic to treat syphilis." Aso also confided, "Its source is a special kind of mold, which was found under a microscope, and its secretions can inhibit the bacteria, but its composition is complex. , cannot be directly injected into the human body, and targeted research is needed."

Gustave Flaubert's shortness of breath: "How long is the study?"

Ma Shengqiu also predicted: "In an ideal state, it will be able to enter the public medical system within ten years, and it will take 20 years in an unideal state."

Penicillin is a common drug used to treat syphilis.

According to historical accounts, at the end of the nineteenth century, British doctors successively discovered that penicillin molds have the effect of inhibiting bacteria.However, these studies were ignored until they were rediscovered by British bacteriologists 50 years later and gained real attention.

Face it squarely, history took 50 years.

To purify it, history took 11 years.

It historically took another four years until mass production was possible.

One is that it is limited by the technology of the times, and the other is that the discovery of the mold is a coincidence. Doctors do not have a large number of experimental samples of this strain, and the third is that there is no way to purify the mold.

time is life!

The "common sense" of the traversers is priceless!

What he said to M. Flaubert was more conservative and did not say where the mold came from.For example, common fruits such as melons, apples, and citrus will produce green mold after they become mildewed, which contains a small amount of penicillin mold, which will lead to food poisoning if people mistakenly swallow them.

Aso Shengqiu also wanted to prolong the life of the writer, so he had to conquer penicillin.

As we all know, the medical industry burns a lot of money, and it needs a trustworthy pathologist to devote himself wholeheartedly to research, and will not go on strike midway, or sell the fruits of his labor to another family. So after traveling so far, he has only found a person with a high character and a strong personality this year. And can apply for a partner with enough money.

"Mr. Flaubert, I don't ask you to completely listen to my arrangements. People are not puppets, and writers without their own opinions can't write shocking literary works."

"To say something bold, I don't care about your private life. This era is a mess from the king down to the common people, but I hope that the literary hero in my heart can be a man with a bottom line, and don't infect other women with this disease."

"I will devote all my wealth to the early birth of antibiotics to treat diseases, please don't worry, I will provide you with samples of mold, without fear of any inspection."

"I beg you, take care of yourself—"

"Live to that day."

Ma Shengqiu also finished what he wanted to say and stared at the other party.

The teacup in Gustave Flaubert's hand dropped onto his trouser leg, and the tea stained his trousers and carpet. His expression was indescribable, and his cheek muscles twitched uncontrollably.

The method to test whether the other party is lying is extremely simple. Ask the other party to provide mold samples, buy a microscope, and observe the fighting between mold and germs by yourself.To make it simpler, Gustave Flaubert could directly ask his father's friends to help observe the mold samples. His father was a famous surgeon in Paris, and his friends were naturally in that circle.

No one would tell such an easily debunked lie.

And, that doesn't get you any favors!Flaubert didn't pay him a penny!

After dropping out of school due to illness, Flaubert was not so extroverted by nature. He was quite shy in a normal state and lived in seclusion in the suburbs in order to reduce the attention of others.He is afraid that the disease will take his life, and he is afraid that the world will laugh at him after knowing this. No one has ever broken into his life like this and forcibly corrected him who is self-defeating.

In order to treat syphilis, Flaubert was forced to try all kinds of methods. He was so desperate and humiliated that he wanted to hang himself, feeling that he was less dignified than a corpse.

"Why...why do you want to save me..."

"I don't want to see the despair in your eyes. You want to live, and I want to be friends with you. It is my duty to solve troubles for friends."

Ma Shengqiu also likes literature, and wants to make friends with famous writers in history. This is his way of chasing stars, and it is also his way to break through the distance and recognize them clearly.

Gustave Flaubert picked up the teacup in a trance, and the soul suffering from illness under his obese body seemed to be soaked in the fountain of youth, and he had the courage to regain a new life.

he asked shyly.

"You just want to be my friend?"

"Yes."

"Do you need money from me?"

"Need not."

"You think too highly of me, I think my talent is not as good as Mr. Hugo..."

"No, finding friends is not as high as talent!"

"My friend, I don't want to believe that there are people who have no desires, even if there are, such people will not be friends with me, give me a reason to trust!"

"This……"

Ma Shengqiu did not expect him to be so excited, and he did not even verify the authenticity of the mold. He saw tears in Flaubert's eyes, and suddenly knew what the chronically ill longed for, not only the hope of life, And a wholehearted friendship.

Ma Shengqiu is also in a villa in the [-]th century, with a gentle expression, his outline blurred by the lights, as if he has blended into a yellowed page of history.

"My dedication is not meaningless. Many people are waiting for the medicine to cure their diseases. Before it is officially developed, if you feel guilty—" Ma Shengqiu, who is sitting opposite Flaubert, is also just a reader, said There are no words that can be relished for future generations.

"Write a book for me."

"I have opened a publishing house, and I am waiting to publish it for you."

In the days to come, may there be fewer deaths in this world and the prosperity of the literary world.

There is a ghost who wants to sleep in the writer's dream.

……

No one knows how Aso did it.

The next day, Aso Qiu also went out and brought back precious mold samples.

—from moldy apples.

Gustave Flaubert busily contacted his father's friends.

Assured by Mr. Flaubert, Ma Shengqiu knew that he would take health issues seriously and would not mess around in the near future, so he happily left Villa Croisset on the grounds of "seeing the research and development of antibiotics".

The work of sex education for Maupassant was, of course, done by Mr. Flaubert.

I don't need to intervene for the time being.

All the health knowledge that should be said and written has been given to the other party.

Ma Shengqiu also went to Paris, France first to collect the dividends for opening the store, and then went to the bank to handle savings. After that, he diverted back to the UK without notifying Oscar Wilde, who was in school.

He walked hurriedly, as if he no longer paid attention to Arthur Rimbaud and Paul Verlaine.

Aso also boarded the ship back to England.

At the port, the blond boy returning to France from Guernsey keenly noticed Qiuya Aso. Before he could utter a word, he saw the back of the other party boarding the boat and leaving.

"Hey--!"

With every step, the black-haired man seems to be on the journey of life, firm and fearless.

"...you didn't even see if my poems were worth 20 French currency."

Arthur Rimbaud was depressed, hugging the cotton-wrapped bag in his arms to salute, which contained his latest poetry and a stack of pizza coupons.

Paul Verlaine had left him in Guernsey, and he had been humiliated.

He was ashamed to stay in Mr. Hugo's house for too long, so he left after finding a reason. He was worrying about how to live alone in Paris. He never wanted to be the passive party in love. He vowed that Paul Verlaine would come to his house willingly and apologize. Apologize!

His money was spent in Guernsey, and Hugo and his son refused to lend him money, expressly hoping that he could go home instead of going to Paris, France.

Sleep on the street?

go back home?

Arthur Rimbaud's ears moved, and he heard a nearby passenger boarding the ship say: "The ship will leave in half an hour, don't worry too much, buy some food nearby."

With a hard heart, Arthur Rimbaud chose the third way-running to the ship and selling poetry!

Sure enough, he was stopped.

Arthur Rimbaud said calmly: "I just came back from England. I heard that my elder is going to England. I have something urgent to see him! It's very urgent!" His only face was used in addressing , refused to call Dad.To prove what he said was true, he took out the ferry ticket he had just returned from Guernsey, England.

According to Arthur Rimbaud's description of the "elders", the crew found the guests in the upper class, and Ma Shengqiu also suddenly heard that relatives were looking for him, but he didn't immediately think of Rimbaud.

"Dear ones?" Ma Shengqiu felt a burst of sadness after he couldn't help but laugh.

To save face for this liar, Ma Shengqiu also walked out of the room to see the person who came to him in a hurry, and the first thing he saw was the blond boy waving his hands.The other party's forehead was sweating, and the tip of his nose had a slick of oil, sweating profusely in the sweltering heat of August.

Ma Shengqiu was also surprised: "Ranbo?"

When Arthur Rimbaud saw him, he stuffed the manuscript of poetry into his arms lively.

"Poetry, money! Give it to me before you go!"

"..."

Ma Shengqiu also had to stand by the aisle reviewing poems.

Ma Shengqiu also took it very seriously.

Arthur Rimbaud, who thought that the other party would read at will, felt guilty, and then mustered up his confidence that his poems had been read and pointed out by Mr. Hugo!

Ten minutes later, Ma Shengqiu was also worried that the boat was about to sail, so he approved the poems and said, "I'll give you forty francs for four poems."

Arthur Rimbaud said anxiously: "It's too low!"

"The newcomer's price, I negotiated with you last time, you can get off the boat." Ma Shengqiu didn't have too many francs in his hand, paid 2 pounds, and then left.

Arthur Rimbaud protests: "Not enough money for a hotel!"

Aso Qiuya's right arm sank, and he was embraced by the young man, squinting at him: "Why is the hotel so expensive, two pounds is not enough for you to stay?"

In front of the benefactor, Arthur Rimbaud changed his temper, showing weakness with his moist and beautiful blue eyes, as if putting away his sharp thorns: "Give me a little more."

Whether he can survive in Paris depends entirely on the royalties.

Ma Shengqiu also didn't want him to increase his self-worth: "No!"

Arthur Rimbaud yells: "If you don't give it to me, I'll take pizza coupons for money!"

Ma Shengqiu also said coldly: "If you want to change it, you can change it."

Who is afraid of Who!

Arthur Rimbaud was in a hurry, betting that the other party was also anxious to get rid of himself: "I will read to you, and my poems must be read!"

The quality of Arthur Rimbaud's four poems is not as good as "Drunken Boat" and "Ophelia". Rimbaud flaunts his teeth and claws. During the dispute between the two, the siren sounded, interrupting their conversation.

Aso Qiuya: "?"

I rub.

Arthur Rimbaud looked towards the port dully: "?"

what's the situation!

The busy crew forgot to inform Rimbaud to disembark, and the ship to England officially set sail.

"Wait--! I just got back from Guernsey, and I'm going back to Paris!"

Arthur Rimbaud burst into tears.

Aso Qiu also raised his forehead and went to discuss with the crew. The crew said that they could not return to the shore, but they could waive half of Arthur Rimbaud's fare.Ma Shengqiu also grabbed Arthur Rimbaud who wanted to go back: "Are you crazy? Jumping into the sea will cause accidents!"

Ma Shengqiu also suppressed his anger: "How much money do you have left?"

Arthur Rimbaud stubborn: "No money!"

Ma Shengqiu didn't believe it either, and asked him to unpack the salute. Arthur Rimbaud threw the salute directly into Ma Shengqiu's arms, "If you don't believe me, you can see for yourself!"

Ma Shengqiu also opened it to take a look. It was so pitiful that he didn't even have a change of clothes.

No money, only pizza coupons from myself.

He went to see Arthur Rimbaud. His jacket was half new, his trousers didn’t fit well, and half of his blue knitted cotton socks were exposed. It was hard to imagine: “You are so poor, you dare to travel?”

Arthur Rimbaud murmured: "It's up to you."

Ma Shengqiu also fell silent, and the crew members were waiting to collect the fare, refusing to leave.

After thinking about it, Ma Shengqiu said to Rimbaud: "Don't you call yourself a genius? Write ten poems on the boat, and I will pay you the round-trip boat fare."

Arthur Rimbaud shocked: "Ten songs? Are you crazy!"

Ma Shengqiu also said: "I'm not crazy, I'm calmly informing you—you, no money, the food and drink consumption on the ship is not low."

Arthur Rimbaud thought of the expenses on the ship, his eyes went dark, he had just been slaughtered.

Ma Shengqiu was also in a good mood: "Have you thought about what to do?"

Unexpectedly, Arthur Rimbaud turned his head and walked towards the wet deck.

"I sleep on the deck! If you have the ability, throw me into the sea and feed the fish!"

crew:"……"

Aso Qiuya: "Now throw it into the sea!"

The crew member cried: "We are not a smuggling ship here, we don't kill people."

Ma Shengqiu also spoke in anger, threw the money to the crew, and said coldly: "Give him an ordinary cabin! No meat is allowed for three meals a day, let him eat baguettes with his teeth!"

The crew saw that the two were arguing, and they were very happy when they received the money.

Enough!

The baguette is so hard, it is usually eaten in soup, and it is too difficult for the French to chew raw.

This kind of thing can't be done without acquaintances.

……