Started with a green hat for Verlaine

The 20-day observation period has passed.

Arthur Rimbaud did not show symptoms such as inflammation, fever, and tetanus, and his physical fitness was much better than most European adults.

While recuperating in the hospital, Arthur Rimbaud was obedient to Aso Qiu.

Can you imagine Rimbaud acting like a baby to you?

17 years old, blond hair and blue eyes.

The young man has the pretty face of a "supermodel harvester" in his previous life.

Looking at him, you can think of Yanni in "A Different Sky", Jack in "Titanic", Frank Abagle in "A Game of Cat and Mouse"...and, to cut you into pieces. Know how many pieces of hateful rivals!

Ma Shengqiu couldn't take it anymore, he would rather the other party confront him!

He immediately sent a telegram to summon Paul Verlaine, and felt guilty to Matilda for three seconds, but after three seconds, he did not regret his decision.

Without himself, Rimbaud would also write to Verlaine, the difference being sooner or later.

Ma Shengqiu also saw the man disembark at the port of Liverpool, left quietly, and settled Rimbaud's hospitalization and nurse care fees at the hospital.

Afterwards, the task of spending money for Rimbaud was handed over to Verlaine.

Ma Shengqiu was also able to escape.

In the clean and tidy ward, Arthur Rimbaud saw Verlaine coming anxiously, and instantly understood that outsiders could not enter the ward without Wang Qiu's consent.

——Wang Qiu ran away.

He was so angry that he jumped off the hospital bed and waved his crutches: "What are you doing here!"

Paul Verlaine was shocked: "Don't move around. Someone informed me that you were seriously injured after the train derailed. Your life is hanging by a thread. I came here from Paris to visit you."

Arthur Rimbaud went crazy: "Why are you so stupid, you can do what others say!"

Paul Verlaine looked embarrassed after being yelled at.

Arthur Rimbaud didn't say any more hurtful words, sat down with his right foot in the air, and wanted to cry out with aggrieved face.Paul Verlaine softened his heart and regretted it a long time ago. If he hadn't left Rimbaud and returned to Paris, Rimbaud would not have had an accident in England.

"I'm sorry, Rimbaud, I will never leave you alone again." Paul Verlaine wanted to walk over, but Arthur Rimbaud gestured "Don't come over".

"You have germs on you!"

"?"

"Nurse, give him an anti-germ suit!"

"???"

For Rimbaud, Paul Verlaine quickly became the second full-armed nurse, and it was free labor that Aso had found for Rimbaud.

The matter came to an end, and taking advantage of the bright sky, Ma Shengqiu returned to Dublin, a quiet city of literature, with his suitcase.

Oscar Wilde was at school, and Ma Shengqiu also bought ice-cold dark beer, took a bath again, and faded away from the sickness brought by the hospital. He thought through many things.He sat in the apartment and recalled the changes before and after Arthur Rimbaud, and he didn't seem to hate the brat so much anymore.

In terms of bear children, both Ranpo and Aji he raised can be called.

A mouth does not close the door.

A keen to spread its wings on the verge of life and death.

The most worry-free person is always Zhongye, and Ma Shengqiu sighed more than once that Zhongye is his own son, and he will not take the initiative to cause trouble for himself.

In his foothold in this world, Aso Akiya, who had changed into home clothes, softened his breath, dried his hair, dipped his fingers in the water droplets that condensed on the surface of the dark beer, and drew a stick figure of a cake on the table.

There are three candles on the cake, which means that he missed the birthdays of his three children, so he can only ask Wenye World's food processing factory and cake shop to help him.

"The birthday present will be delivered on time every year."

"Cakes, candies, soda...I'll never forget what you like."

"Are you one year older?"

Ma Shengqiu also propped his chin, hurt by the scene.

The sound of people walking and stamping in the corridor outside the apartment, and the sound of the key being inserted into the door lock, awakened Aso Qiuya, who missed the child and the family.

Ma Shengqiu subconsciously wanted to open the door, and bumped into Oscar Wilde outside the door.

Oscar Wilde's brown eyes suddenly burst into light.

“What a surprise!”

He was overjoyed and hugged Aso Qiuya. The fresh water vapor after bathing in his nostrils was refreshing, and he automatically ignored Bernard Shaw behind him.

"I forgot to buy you flowers, sorry."

Oscar Wilde wished that the owner of the florist would send a lily.

He loves flowers, and flowers complement beauty.

Ma Shengqiu also took it in, and said softly, "Forget it, don't waste money."

Aso put his hand on Wilde's shoulder, with a little force, separated the two embracing bodies, looked behind each other, "Is this your friend?"

Oscar Wilde panicked, and hurriedly said: "Xiao, you didn't see anything!"

With an idea, Bernard Shaw obediently covered his eyes and looked at people through his fingers.

The Irish teenager, who is two years younger than Wilde, was so amazed that he couldn't take his eyes off.

People lack resistance to beautiful things.

Oscar Wilde thought so.

Oscar Wilde invited Bernard Shaw to come in, and it was not good to act like chasing away guests. He murmured: "I shouldn't have brought you to the apartment, and caused Qiu's existence to be seen."

Bernard Shaw said slipperily, "I'm going to buy food for drinking!"

After a while, Bernard Shaw brought beef jerky and sliced ​​ham.

The three officially met.

Ma Shengqiu also recognized Bernard Shaw, but Bernard Shaw did not recognize him. He simply thought that Oscar Wilde was his benefactor, and promised to keep the secret with a smile.

"Mr. Wilde, don't you trust me? I will never tell." George Bernard Shaw coveted the stout, resisted touching it, and patted his chest to promise.

Oscar Wilde also introduced Ma Shengqiu: "This is a little guy I know. George Bernard Shaw has a good character and is worthy of praise. I have never seen such a persistent person. You are not by my side. At that time, he urged me to exercise."

Ma Shengqiu is also happy to see the success, just like a parent who sees Wilde making good friends.

The fact is also the same. Bernard Shaw was a sports-loving person who lived to die at the age of 94, killing ninety-nine out of ten writers who did not care about their bodies.Ma Shengqiu also knew that Bernard Shaw was a literary giant who had the same kindness towards his country as Victor Hugo.

George Bernard Shaw was humorous throughout his life, and his epitaph reflects his open-mindedness: "I have long known that no matter how long I live, this kind of thing will always happen sooner or later."

Ma Shengqiu also suddenly suggested: "Since you are good friends, let's take a photo together."

Wilde, 17, and Bernard Shaw, 15.

What an interesting combination.

Oscar Wilde drank a glass of dark beer and beamed with joy: "Okay, I want to take a photo with Qiu, no—— Qiu doesn't want to be seen by others—"

Ma Shengqiu also smiled and wrapped the gauze on himself, "I use this to dress up."

Bernard Shaw was busy looking for a photo studio. Ordinary families were reluctant to take pictures because they were expensive, and Aso and Wilde obviously could afford them.

The three left a black and white group photo.

Wilde with his head parted in the middle, George Bernard Shaw with freckles, Akiya Aso covering his face.

Afterwards, Oscar Wilde couldn't keep his mouth shut after drinking, and kept his own affairs in a mess. He insisted that Ma Shengqiu also agree to take a photo with him in the future, and Ma Shengqiu also coaxed him with a smile, saying that in the future Buy him a camera and teach him to take pictures.

Bernard Shaw was beside him with great envy and joy, waiting to collect the photos.

Inadvertently, Bernard Shaw was downed by Wilde with a sip of stout.

Irish dark beer shortened the distance between them. George Bernard Shaw, who was not good at drinking, immediately let go of his restraint, and became brothers with Oscar Wilde, standing on a chair and whistling.This time, Bernard Shaw was playing Beethoven's Ode to Joy, which was simple and joyful. Aso Qiuya's hands beat the beat on the table, just like playing the piano, and Wilde noticed it at a glance.

"Cho, you can play the piano!" cried Oscar Wilde.

"The piano—" Bernard Shaw stopped whistling and said in a daze, "it's very expensive to learn."

The skills that Ma Shengqiu also knew became more mysterious.

Piano is a western musical instrument, which can not be learned by those who are not from wealthy families. Aso Shuya's past has always been a mystery, which dazzled Oscar Wilde.

Oscar Wilde loved luxury, all things expensive and beautiful.

Ma Shengqiu was a luxury he could not afford in his life.

He can't get it, and his heart is sweet.

After all - we live in an apartment, which rounds up to living together!

Oscar Wilde and Bernard Shaw got drunk and slept in together the next day instead of running. Only Ma Shengqiu got up early to tidy up the table after drinking.

However, there was no escape on the third day.

Oscar Wilde ran with Bernard Shaw in the morning, panting, facing the morning sun, only a green tights away from the bloody youth.

On the way, Bernard Shaw couldn't help saying: "That gentleman is so noble."

That level of beauty combined with the elegance and easy-going of the upper class, and even if she was talking about saving money, she didn't look tacky at all, comparing other people to country bumpkins.

Oscar Wilde finally had someone to show off to, speeding up, surpassing Bernard Shaw, jumping up and down and saying: "He is the most beautiful man I have ever seen, you are not allowed to say it, because being known by those nobles will bring him trouble."

Bernard Shaw seemed to understand the upper class, so he decided to go back and ask his mother what was the trouble.

In the evening, Bernard Shaw met his mother who had seen the world.

In order to keep it secret, he revised his statement, making indirect remarks: "If there is a particularly beautiful woman in France, what trouble will she get into?"

Madam Xiao, the daughter of a squire and the wife of a fallen nobleman, naturally knows.

"The first possibility is that she will be enthusiastically pursued by nobles and rich people."

"The second possibility is that she will become the slave of the powerful."

Bernard Shaw's mother taught the children: "Don't get close to this kind of woman. The famous Russian writer Pushkin died fighting for women."

Bernard Shaw thought to himself: What my mother said makes sense, but Mr. Qiu is a man.

Summary: You can get close, but keep a respectful distance.

Half a month later, a male couple came to the calm Dublin. After being discharged from the hospital, Arthur Rimbaud lost a lot of weight, his hair grew out, and he was wearing a cane. Paul Verlaine took good care of his sweetheart and came together. Pigeon Stew Press.

Pigeon Stew Publishing House does not have many employees, and the recruits are locals from Dublin, and everyone is busy printing and publishing for Mr. Flaubert.

Compared with the fledgling Thomas Hardy, Gustave Flaubert's reputation is more than a little higher, and it is a great honor for the newly established publishing house to get his manuscript.

Arthur Rimbaud came to his door and wanted to sign a contract with the Stewed Pigeon Publishing House.

The euphemism is: I sold poetry to you.

By the way, Arthur Rimbaud dragged the well-known Paul Verlaine into the water, which increased the performance of Stewed Pigeon Publishing House, allowing the number of contracted writers to exceed four.

Ma Shengqiu also saw them and agreed blankly.

Heh, whoever wants to go whoring for nothing.

If it continues to develop, it can be renamed the Transcendence Club in the future.

He almost ignored Paul Verlaine the whole time, and communicated with Arthur Rimbaud. Paul Verlaine was a little displeased, and endured it, went to look through Mr. Flaubert's printing samples, and lamented that his reputation as a French poet was not enough in England.

There are only two pedestrian streets in Dublin, which are holy places for shopping. Oscar Wilde inevitably saw the limping Arthur Rimbaud in the next few days.

Arthur Rimbaud, who is injured and war-damaged, is the spotlight wherever he goes.

His appearance also interprets what is a French beauty.

Oscar Wilde took a second look, sharp-eyed to see that the blond boy had a close relationship with the adult man around him, and even accidentally saw the blond boy slapping each other's ass, with bold movements and wanton expressions, and he didn't have to worry about the British sentencing the Frenchman.

Paul Verlaine was embarrassed, and felt the long-lost relief again. Rimbaud was still Rimbaud, and he would not restrain his style just because of injury.

"Be careful that your feet don't touch the ground."

In the process of entering the store, Paul Verlaine was like Rimbaud's servant, willingly serving Rimbaud as a cow and a horse.

If Matilda saw that behavior, she would probably vomit blood with anger.

Paul Verlaine loved Matilda, and now he fell in love with Rimbaud even more. He would speak ill of Rimbaud when he was angry or jealous, but he regarded her as the sun and practiced his worship all his life, because He surrendered to the talent of Arthur Rimbaud.

Oscar Wilde stood at the door of the store, trembling all over, his thoughts were so active that he rushed to the door, and the door was completely opened at the last step.

French couple?

Good-looking teenagers and average-looking grown men?

European laws cannot restrict love, and same-sex love can also be normal!

"I... really like Qiu!"

On that day, the apartment was surrounded by all kinds of lilies, and it was suspected that all the lilies in the flower shop had been removed.The bed in Aso's bedroom was covered with flowers, and the fragrance was so strong that Aso could even sneeze.

Ma Shengqiu couldn't bear it anymore, he didn't need to bear it anymore, and broke out once.

"Oscar! I'm going out for a night!"

"and many more--!"

This is a story of being immersed in one's own world and flattering the horse's legs.

……

In Wenye World, Oscar Wilde suddenly woke up with a smile.

Because the situation is so funny.

The blond long-haired British transcendent stood up, covered his mouth, and laughed at the other self in his dream across the world, with the joy of seeing Aso Qiuya again in his eyes.

Dreams come and go, absurd and real.

Oscar Wilde couldn't wait to share his dream with the portrait.

listen.

After death you have a chance to come back to life.

No need to resent, time heals the soul, no need to be sad, the old will not go and the new will not come!

Oscar Wilde got out of bed in the middle of the night and went to the living room to enjoy his private time.Alfred Douglas, who was sleeping soundly on the big bed, turned sideways and felt for a space. There was no one under the quilt beside him, and there was residual warmth.

Alfred Douglas woke up with a start.

My heart is empty.

He didn't sit up, and slept on a soft pillow, his eyes were a little harsh, and his lips, which Oscar Wilde praised as roses, were tightly pressed, and there was a hint of whiteness.

More than once.

That bastard Oscar was sitting in the living room drinking in the middle of the night, in a daze!

Had spending the night with him become unbearable?Rather than that, why did you pursue him and make those vows in the first place!

Alfred Douglas was angry, dazed, and puzzled. He could clearly feel Oscar Wilde's love for him, but he was no longer sure how strong this love was and what step the other party could do for him.He lost his beauty once, and that time made him terrified, even if he and Oscar pretended it wasn't the case, he couldn't let it go.

Oscar must have seen his disfigurement.

In Oscar's heart...will he still be the most beautiful person?

Alfred Douglass whispered uneasily in the bedroom: "Oscar."

A sound was finally heard by the man.

Oscar Wilde returned to the room in his nightgown, hugged his lover in his arms, so that the person on the bed would not be lonely: "Honey, I didn't go out, don't worry."

Alfred Douglas burst into tears, "I'm afraid."

Oscar Wilde said with a smile: "I am by your side, what are you afraid of?"

Alfred Douglas: "Do you still love me the most?"

Oscar Wilde's eyes deepened, and he said solemnly: "Yes."

Compared with the illusion in dreams, the feelings that have been accumulated for many years in reality are definitely not false.

He Wilde is a person who knows how to grasp the real thing.

Alfred Douglas laughed through his tears, not for profit, but only for love. He has never talked about a second love, and he has given his body and mind to the other party.

"This is what you promised, you love me the most, and you haven't fallen in love with anyone else."

Sharing the same bed, the most beautiful son of the Marquess in England was in lip-to-mouth contact with the transcendent, and the shoulders under the quilt were as white as jade. No third person could enjoy this visual feast.

Oscar Wilde had a long love affair with him, fascinated by beauty, and generally, he was unwilling to see the end before his face withered.

Alfred Douglas's satisfied smile concealed the hatred in his eyes.

[I'll find that portrait that makes you talk to yourself. 】

His fingertips softly slid across the man's chest. The proud heart under the chest would be filled with love and tenderness for him alone, and it would not allow another person to share his feelings.

【you are mine. 】

……