Started with a green hat for Verlaine

Alfred Douglas's possessiveness for Wilde faded.

He no longer restrained Wilde's outings.

This is not a good sign.Oscar Wilde's response was quick, and he immediately turned down other things, and greeted Percy with care, as if he had returned to the stage of passionate love.

In the private cemetery of the Douglas family, Alfred Douglas was sweeping his brother's grave. Oscar Wilde followed him sullenly, making Alfred Douglas, who was deliberately ignoring him for a while, say, "Why are you so nervous?"

"Honey, your estrangement makes me uneasy." Oscar Wilde put the bought flowers in front of the tomb, without any bright ornaments on his body, and a straight black suit instead of other coquettish clothes, he held an umbrella for Posy, and said humorously : "You can't fall in love with someone better than me - I'm your best lover."

"And the worst," added Alfred Douglas.

"Calm down." Oscar Wilde nudged him with his shoulder, very intimately, "French or Italian later?"

Alfred Douglas: "I have no appetite, my brother is buried here, and no one cares about it." He hated the British government and his twisted family, "After that weak man left office, he dared not come Look brother."

Oscar Wilde did not comment on the love of the former head of state due to his political standpoint.

"You won't be able to talk at this time?" Alfred Douglas pinched Wilde's waist. It didn't hurt, but it was terribly itchy.Oscar Wilde laughed repeatedly, grabbed Percy's hand, put it on his lips and kissed it, and didn't care what happened to Posey's brother.

"Posey, as long as we love each other, don't worry about other people."

"Oscar."

"Ok?"

"I didn't alienate you. These days, I figured it out. You have to have your own social circle so that you won't be isolated and helpless at critical times."

"Posey - really?!"

"But if you dare to mess around outside, I will definitely kill you!"

"Haha, you are worrying too much. This is England, and the most beautiful person in England is in my arms. Other people can't get into my eyes."

Oscar Wilde said boldly.

Alfred Douglas: "Say it in front of your colleagues if you can."

Oscar Wilde shut up.

Alfred Douglas, who was raised by this land, sat down and rarely talked about his family with Oscar Wilde: "My ancestors were Normans. They came to Scotland under the invitation of the King of England. This is how it will be passed on.”

"My family has only two children. My elder brother is the legal heir to the Marquis. I am the youngest son. I always lived under my elder brother's protection in my childhood."

"Is it strange? My father is brutal and authoritarian, and he won't allow his son to get out of control."

"I often uttered bad words and was beaten by him with a whip."

"When my brother was around, he would stand in front of me and plead for me. My brother is gone... My mother is the one who protects me in the end. I watched her eyes become numb and look like a walking dead. She wanted a divorce. You can't get a divorce."

"I can't do anything, I have no power or power, I am a young son of the Douglas family, my father never dies, I will always be ordered by him..."

Oscar Wilde sat on the grass next to him and acted as a listener.

In fact, what Posey said, he found out before the relationship. Marquis Douglas is not a good father. He lives in that kind of aristocratic family. Posy looks bright and beautiful, but he is extremely insecure in his heart. He is arrogant and confused, and longs for protection. .

After Alfred Douglas said this, he felt a little better, and asked awkwardly, "Shouldn't you comfort me by saying that it's okay to kill my father for me?"

Oscar Wilde shook his head: "I don't want to get involved in your family conflicts."

Alfred Douglas asked, "Why?"

Oscar Wilde touched his lover's head: "You hate him, that's your private matter. If you use my love for you to take revenge on Mr. Marquis, hatred will overshadow love. Fate made us meet for the sake of love. I I don't want to be a tool for your revenge."

Alfred Douglas was stunned, bowed his head and said, "In the beginning, I was extremely resistant to your pursuit. That old man was trading his son for the family's future."

Oscar Wilde: "Uh..."

Alfred Douglas' eyes were red and vulnerable.

"I have no future. Everyone knows that I am with you. The Douglas family, once the most prominent in Scotland, has declined. The eldest son committed suicide, and the younger son stepped into the footsteps. He was with a man again, and was criticized by others in exchange for the interests of the family. .”

"I have become an accessory to your reputation."

"And you—"

"To this day, you still refuse to marry me. I am one of your many lovers."

Facing his lover's cries, Oscar Wilde couldn't stand it. Posy seldom showed weakness to him, and always looked at power with disdain, and ignored the British government and those who transcended.

Oscar Wilde was very distressed. Posy had a flawed character, he liked to ask for love, and he didn't know how to give. The other party's family didn't teach how to love someone correctly.

This is the shadow of childhood, which is beyond reproach, not to mention that Percy was never a commoner, and grew up stumbled in an aristocratic family with a weak relationship between father and son.

Does Percy love him?is love.

Oscar Wilde was absolutely sure that Percy gave him all the rare love.

"I don't want to get married because I don't want to get divorced, and I don't want to see each other suffer one day." Oscar Wilde conjured up a gift box, and the amorous sun god also had a dedicated day, and said softly: "Posey, today is the day when we met. the sixth year."

Oscar Wilde put on a gemstone brooch for Posey. The style he designed himself was unique. After all, he loved Posy from the bottom of his heart.

"I couldn't kill my father for you."

"However, I can support your mother and father in divorcing."

Alfred Douglas laughed, flung him down, kissed on the grass, disregarded his brother's grave, because—he wanted to prove to his brother that he had found someone who could hold up a sky for him and fill it with love The man inside him.

"Thank you, Oscar."

Oscar Wilde heard Percy's thanks and lay happily on the grass.

It would be even more perfect if Percy was always so understanding!

Today is like a dream.

……

In order to help the poor Mrs. Douglas get a divorce, Oscar Wilde was going to find someone to collect some black information about Mr. Marquis, so he spent more time going out.

Meanwhile, Oscar Wilde resumed free social time.

Another coquettish fashion figure has appeared on the streets of Britain.

Oscar Wilde was full of joy and stopped going to see the portrait in the middle of the night. Alfred Douglas wavered for a while, thinking that he might be pushing Oscar too hard. Seeing his hopeless appearance, he was so excited to go out alone.

In order to keep an eye on Wilde, Alfred Douglas often stayed up in the middle of the night.

Great.

Oscar didn't sit alone in the living room anymore.

He restrained his temper, and after Oscar, the attractiveness of the portrait declined,

Alfred Douglas was proud of his progress, and drowsiness welled up. He was half awake and half asleep, and his fantasy was shattered by Oscar Wilde's dream.

"Autumn……"

Alfred Douglas suddenly opened his eyes, looking at the man beside him in disbelief.Afraid of being perceived by the other party, he forcibly turned his head to look at the ceiling.

Eating in the bowl, looking at the pot, I was still thinking about what was in my dream!

How can this be stopped?

Oscar Wilde! ! !

You most despicable bastard in England! ! !

Alfred Douglas endured his anger and tears, and waited until Oscar Wilde went out during the day. He frantically searched for the portrait, chiseled open the wall, and finally found the painting that was hidden in the living room and attracted Oscar Wilde in the middle of the night. portrait!

Regardless of whether it is the "autumn" or not, find out first and then talk!

In the portrait, Ma Shengqiu, who looks like a wraith, is also looking at the void, his dark abyss-like pupils can't reflect a ray of light, with deep resentment, and the sutures all over his body add to the horror.

This is beyond the imagination of Alfred Douglas, shuddering.

Oscar Wilde would have collected such portraits?

beauty……

The oriental beauty that shed blood and tears can indeed be called shocking...

Alfred Douglas was startled no matter how jealous he was. He took a step back and felt the strong aura of madness in the portrait.He didn't dare to touch the portrait. Although he wanted to destroy the portrait, he was afraid of being robbed of his appearance again.

After thinking for a moment, Alfred Douglas activated his power: "Different powers—two kinds of love."

He covered the portrait with supernatural powers.

This strange power endowed the portrait with strength, suppressing the oriental beauty incarnated as a wraith on the portrait.Sweat dripped from his forehead, feeling that the suppression would not last long, he hastily covered the portrait with a black cloth, and ordered the helper he had hired to transport it out of the room.

——There are two kinds of love in this world.

——One is that I love you, and the other is that I don't love you.

September.

The Great Britain auction is about to take place.

London headquarters, Bronte's auction house has received a special lot.

The three Bronte sisters gathered together and lifted the black cloth, exclaiming one after another, and quickly covered it back. The eldest sister said happily: "This time we have the finale of the auction."

The auction house is the family business of the three sisters, and they often worry about not finding auction items.London can't mess with too many people. Most of the antiques are in the hands of nobles and royal families. Their connections are not deep enough, and they are often inferior to other auction houses at auction events.

"Who painted this portrait? It's so lifelike!"

"But... why are his eyes closed? Peaceful in resentment?"

"Look again!"

"Second sister, it's so scary, I dare not look at it."

"Sister, is this painting enough to calm other people? This painting looks like a modern person in a suit, it's not old enough!"

Under the questioning of the two younger sisters, the eldest sister Charlotte Bronte said calmly: "According to what I have heard, Sotheby's, Christie's, Davide, and Bonhams auction houses will offer national treasures." Antiques, we don’t have this kind of background, so we can only create new ideas to maintain the basic face. I received this portrait from someone else. After my secret inquiries, I found a surprise. It is indeed a national treasure. "

"The person in the painting has a name—"

Charlotte Bronte's eyes flickered, as if she was looking up at a golden mountain, and she would never be able to earn the wealth of the person in the painting in her entire life.

"Aso Qiuya."

"The lover of the French transcendent, the Japanese man who sent the golden house!"

"Mr. Shakespeare's opera "Othello" was written for him, and it is loved by opera fans all over the world. You think-would our British rich people with high eyesight be interested? This is an oriental man with relatively few photos. Beauty."

Her hand brushed over the supernatural seal, and easily broke the power of "Two Kinds of Love" with "Jane Eyre". The person in the painting slowly opened his eyes.

There were two sharp gasps in the room.

Emily Bronte and Anne Bronte embraced and trembled.

"Sister, he, he, he, he, he moved!"

The well-informed Charlotte Bronte blushed, pointed at the portrait, and said excitedly: "National treasure-level artwork—the supernatural portrait of Akiya Aso!"

"Mr. Aso, please rest assured!"

"Your portrait came to the UK, and you are our distinguished guest from the UK. I will definitely auction you for a good price, to be worthy of your worth. After that, whether you can return to your lover depends on the French overlord. It's up to the reader!"

As soon as she loosened her fingers, the opened black cloth covered it again.

The fearless Charlotte Bronte breathed a sigh of relief: "It's quite scary."

Person in the painting: "..."

Charlotte Bronte revised the plan, admonishing her two sisters.

"Be careful and try to let other people deliver the item. I suspect it may be a cursed item. The resentment on it is too heavy. It's better to get rid of it earlier..."

……