Started with a green hat for Verlaine

Shakespeare's hometown.

Zhongyuan Zhong also took off his black hat, hugged it in his arms, and held his breath.

Edogawa Ranpo shook his hands and lifted the black cloth. When the portrait covered by the black cloth saw the light, he saw books piled high on the table in front of the portrait.

"Dad——!!!"

"Qiuya!"

The seemingly calm Nakahara Chuya directly overwhelmed Edogawa Ranpo with his soaring voice.

There was a hint of excitement in his voice that deformed.

This year, everyone has suffered a lot, adapting to life after the family is broken.

Two children who lost their families surrounded the portrait, holding back their tears, not daring to fall on the oil painting paper for fear that it would melt the paint on it.

The dark-haired man in the portrait seemed to have been awakened from a sluggish mind.

His non-existent heart beat twice violently.

One is for books.

The second is for the children.

After seeing Osamu Dazai who went to England, "Aso Shuya" knew that sooner or later he would meet Edogawa Ranpo and Nakahara Chuya, so it was not a special accident. "He" is an afterimage retained by Oscar Wilde in the form of a portrait, with no future to speak of, staying forever on the day of death after seeing Paul Verlaine.

The resentful "he" has long forgotten the last words written in advance.

What golden house, what writing, what urges more writers?

Wife ran away.

Wife and rival exchanged names.

The "Verlaine" whom he wanted to kill for eight years was actually "Rimbaud".

These things made "Aso Qiuya" die with regret, feeling the play of fate, the more he thought about it, the more desolate he felt, and he would rather disappear by himself than become a joke and an object of pity in the eyes of the world.

The books that Edogawa Ranpo and Nakahara Nakaya memorized back to England seem to have moved the static time of the person in the painting, making it impossible for the person in the painting to pretend that he is a portrait.

The eyes of "Aso Akiya" moved down uncontrollably.

The first book is "A Season in Hell".

etc?Where did Wen Yeli get "Hell Season"?

This collection of poems is the final work of Arthur Rimbaud in the third dimension. I waited for eight years before my death, and Lan Tang wrote this to him after breaking up? !

Does it mean...

On the way of pursuing resurrection, Lan Tang gradually let go and regarded love as hell...

"Aso Akiya" was so desperate that he became numb.

"Father, don't be autistic!" Edogawa yelled the wrong address in a frenzy, and followed Nakahara to call his father, "This is not Mr. Lantang's work! Take a closer look, and write "Hell" "Season [-]" is the blonde Rimbaud! That is the one you mistook for Mr. Lan Tang! He put down the book when he worshiped you!"

Zhong Yuanzhong also scratched his head: "You can't explain clearly like this!"

Zhongyuan Zhong didn't bother to wipe away his tears, and shouted at the portrait: "Dad, many things happened after you died, far beyond everyone's imagination!"

Outside the door, William Shakespeare eavesdropped curiously. Regarding the details of the tragedy of love, he heard many of them from hearsay and did not know what happened that year.

The cries of the black-haired detective were mixed with the words of the orange-haired boy that could shatter the three views.

"There are three superhumans named 'Artier Rimbaud' in France!"

"The first one is Mr. Lan Tang!"

"The second is Paul Verlaine!"

"The third is someone who looks exactly like Paul Verlaine!"

"Father, the person you should resent is Paul Verlaine. He misled you. Mr. Lantang didn't intend to get back with him at all. Think about Mr. Lantang's character—"

Nakahara Nakaya looked directly at Aso Qiuya's blood and tears with a sharp heart, took a breath, and continued with trembling teeth, trying to undo his father's astonishing resentment during his lifetime, "He wants to protect us and take away Paul... Verlaine, the dangerous destabilizer."

"He came back from France and found out about your deceit."

"That day at the bar, he asked you to meet, and he was angry that you treated him as someone else."

"I've never been in love before, so I can't appreciate the complexity of love, but those who love so deeply that they dare not tell the truth -- besides you, there is also Mr. Lantang!"

"You and Mr. Lan Tang concealed each other, and Mr. Lan Tang thought he could settle the matter and wanted to go back to France to calm down for a while, so he inevitably came to this point."

"Even though there are three different 'Rimbauds', Mr. Lantang has been with you for eight years."

"You didn't love the wrong person."

"You just recognized the wrong person at the beginning."

Wave after wave of shocks, just like the feelings of all the relatives and friends of the Aso family back then, with twists and turns, forced the love of two people into a polyamorous love of four people.

There are still many secrets in it, which are thought-provoking, such as how Ma Shengqiu met the blonde Rimbaud, and why Ma Shengqiu recognized the wrong person, believed in Paul Verlaine's words, and collapsed so suddenly before he died, these questions Only "portrait" can answer.

Today, "Aso Akiya" on the portrait carries too much information.

[Three Rimbauds? ? ? 】

Outside the door, William Shakespeare was knocked out by the shocking news.

I've heard of triplets, but I've never heard of three people with the same name!

This is a coincidence?He could swallow the word coincidence in his stomach.

The malice of fate!

Under the intense stimulation, the luxurious picture frame vibrated, and the screws in the wall loosened, as if it was about to fall from the wall.All the books on the table were affected, and several collapsed.

Edogawa Ranpo and Nakahara Chuya hugged the frame from left to right: "Dad!"

Then, Edogawa Ranpo said in horror.

"Paintings and portraits have turned gray!"

……

An hour later, William Shakespeare found the repair tools, nailed the nails again, fixed the four corners of the portrait, and brought a towel to wipe away the blood and tears spilling around the frame.After that, William Shakespeare skillfully complemented the coloring of Aso Qiuya, because he discovered one thing: the people in the portrait should not be emotional, they will really fade away!

The eyes of "Aso Akiya" were closed, and William Shakespeare stained the end of his red eyes with oil paint, carefully sketched them, and then painted his eyelashes to brighten his pale to ashen complexion without letting the heavy The breath of death takes away that precious sense of freshness.

"Aso Akiya" can only feel the slight itching of the face being scratched by the pen tip.

In the past, it was Oscar Wilde who complemented "him", and the other party would chatter away, far less quiet than William Shakespeare.Different brushstrokes, different coloring techniques, and a touch of oil painting permeated the air. The only similarity between the two was the gentleness with which they treated the portraits, as if they were applying makeup to people, rather than repairing the portraits of the dead.

After repairing, there is not much difference from the original artist's finished product.

William Shakespeare was more satisfied with his craft, so he didn't need to ask Britney for help.

Zhong Yuan Zhong also stood beside him to help, and said in a low voice, "Thank you, Mr. Shakespeare."

William Shakespeare said: "It's good that you don't blame me for creating indiscriminately. If I hadn't listened to your story, I would have been kept in the dark."

Edogawa Ranbu said with a hoarse voice, "No eavesdropping!"

William Shakespeare couldn't deny it, and said with a smile: "Be careful, don't make him sad again, if the background color is gone, I can't draw a new one."

William Shakespeare swayed out of the room with a graceful expression, his expression instantly downcast.

[I'm going to change the script again! 】

[The second version of "Othello" is all wrong! 】

[The third version of "Othello" should be after Qiusdemona and Arthur Othello got married. Qiusdemona saw the other's ex-wife and was surprised that her ex-wife looked like her first love. Knowing that her first love was Pauline's brother, who died, Qiusdemona was misunderstood by Arthur Othello for cheating on someone else in her heart, and killed her wife on the wedding night...]

The brain-supplemented story is naturally how it came about, and everyone loves to read it.

William Shakespeare lamented, looking at the red paint stained on his fingertips, he smeared the wet paint on the wall, like Aso's mottled bloodstains.

That is a distressing one.

"Maybe it's not a bad thing to be wrong."

"I know too little about Esmeralda. When I ridiculed the French for him, I ignored the fact that no matter how bad the French are, they were also his unforgettable love."

"Love is deep, hate is all."

"I made a simple mistake and created a new farce."

William Shakespeare sat downstairs, reflecting on his habit of watching the show, and the list of people interviewed in France was uploaded on his mobile phone, including the name of Victor Hugo.

"Hey, Baudelaire didn't come? The other person who came was Flaubert?"

William Shakespeare rolled his eyes, covered his mouth and smiled.

"Poor Gringoire."

The leader of the Paris Commune was detained in the country and could not easily go abroad. Gustave Flaubert could only be sent to monitor Victor Hugo's every move and remind him to keep calm in England.

William Shakespeare stretched his waist, and happily decided on the process of visiting friends afterwards.

"I'm not writing another version of Othello!"

"I want to ask Hugo for the opera adaptation rights of "Notre Dame de Paris"!"

"Esmeralda... just let 'her' always be good on stage."

On the second floor, in the bedroom, the man in the painting wiped off the blood and tears on his face, exuding a barely calm look. Under the uneasy expectation of the two children, he stepped forward with slender legs, and his leather shoes firmly stepped on the ground , with a young and handsome face, just like when he was not yet the leader of the port mafia.

"Aso Shuya" stepped out of his portrait, pushed away the table where the offerings were placed, and Edogawa Ranpo and Nakahara Nakaya threw themselves into "his" arms.

The embrace is cold.

Under the black suit is a fragmented body.

The more this is the case, the more the two seem to be embracing and looking back at their father.

"sorry."

The portrait of Aso Qiuya apologized to the children for another self invisibly.

"Woooo-"

Edogawa Ranpo's fingers clenched tightly, tears came out of the frame.

"Ranbu said, he accepted your apology!"

Nakahara also added an answer to Ranpo who was so excited that he couldn't speak.

"Chuya has grown up." There were many scars on the skin of the black-haired man, and his eyebrows and eyes looked like the past, which was a bit better than the image of Dazai Osamu before. "I will take care of my brother."

Zhong Yuanzhong also said in a muffled voice: "I have always taken care of him, but you—"

The blue sea-like eyes were filled with mist again.

He took a step back, did not follow the Japanese tradition of getting out of his seat, but bowed heavily and lowered his head, bravely speaking loudly: "Thank you for taking care of me for so many years!"

Edogawa hurriedly wiped away his tears, his green eyes widened, not daring to lag behind.

"Me too!"

"Qiuya, I have listened to you. Be a good person, protect the weak, and uphold justice. I will not cause trouble for Mr. Fukuzawa anymore. I have grown up where you can't see it!"

"I don't have supernatural powers, I would like to be an ordinary person like Dangqiu!"

Edogawa Ranpo bowed to him.

After waking up from the dream of supernatural powers, the world is full of idiots, including myself.

A family of five, the three children rushed to the UK immediately after hearing the news, only missing Lantang.The seedlings that Aso Qiuya protected during his lifetime grew up slowly in the wind and rain.

"Aso Akiya" wanted to touch the tops of their hair, but his hands stopped after all.

This body is composed of paint and corpse parts.

They also found out.

Still regard "him" as a father who died in despair, and said these words to him, hoping that he could gain inner peace after learning everything.

"These books." "Aso Akiya" couldn't bear to read, changed the subject, picked up "A Season in Hell", "Have you read it?"

Edogawa Ranpo and Nakahara Chuya began to explain to him in a hurry.

"The content of "Season of Hell" is similar to "Eternal"."

""Notre Dame de Paris" is a birthday present written by Mr. Hugo for you. On your birthday, Akutagawa Ryunosuke also wrote a copy of "Black Rabid Dog" for you."

"Look, the revised version of the French "Flowers of Evil"!"

"The author of this "Salome" was written by Oscar Wilde. I don't know the details. I think it has something to do with you."

"I know! Dazai got Oscar Wilde to write the work through a private deal."

"This is mine! Mine! Read my novel "The Murder in Dban"!"

"Ranbu, don't squeeze my poetry collection "Songs of the Past"!"

The sound of reading aloud drifted out of the second floor.

The family of Japanese literature is nothing more than this. Every family member is a literati with representative works, and literature has opened up a new way of life for them.

"Aso Akiya" didn't ask why he didn't see Lantang's works.

Edogawa Ranpo said: "Shuya, you have given the most difficult task to Mr. Lantang, let him continue to write your work, and he will use his life to finish it."

The expression of "Aso Qiuya" remained unchanged, and the warm atmosphere was a little more weird.

The coldness on "him" disappeared in a flash.

Zhongyuan Zhong was also inexplicably afraid.

"Shuya, shall we go home?" Edogawa Ranpo was still talking, seemingly out of his mind, his face was already pale, showing the timid look of begging.

"Aso Qiuya" looked at the two children tenderly and said softly.

"I don't have a home anymore."

"From the moment Lantang forgave Verlaine——I knew that my apprehensions, worries, and fears had all turned into reality. Eight years of relationship were nothing compared to four years of acquaintance. He welcomed Verlaine when he was born into this world. , I'll be listening right next to you."

"He's telling the truth, I can hear it."

"So I swear, I will never love him again, I will never love this man again, let them be entangled forever, I have cursed them as hard as I can."

"Later, I became a portrait, and I discovered an even sadder truth."

"Only I die—"

"I can't love him."

"Aso Akiya" laughed, and the portrait remembered his despair left by loneliness.

Forgive me, that's something only a living person can do!

"Even if he dies in front of me, I won't forgive him for the real me!"

"His life—"

"I was the one who saved it!"

"Without me, he would die, and he would die for the heartless and ungrateful Verlaine! I fell in love with a bastard who has been entangled with Verlaine for life!!"

"Let him regret it, don't come to see me, I will make him suffer forever! Do what you say!"

"The Golden House—haha—that's a tragedy at all!"

"Stupid symbol of love!"

……

My loneliness on the roof, the despair that is only a short distance away from jumping off the building.

do you understand?

Ma Shengqiu and Paul Verlaine can only live one, either he dies or Ma Shengqiu dies.

Love never has a third party!