Started with a green hat for Verlaine

The British government's Foreign Office came forward.

Victor Hugo and Gustave Flaubert's diplomatic visit to England.

The reason why Charles-Pierre Baudelaire couldn't come was that when he quarreled with Victor Hugo and turned his face, he was knocked out by Hugo carrying the table in melee.In this case, the two could not get back together in a short time, and the French government sent another transcendent to partner with Victor Hugo.

Gustave Flaubert took up the task.

After the two of them finished the formalities according to the procedures, they visited the British Museum with the people from the Ministry of Foreign Affairs.

Victor Hugo wanted to come to England to see portraits, but he was not very interested in the artworks collected in the British Museum. He only saw Leonardo da Vinci's "Arundel Manuscript", and his eyes stayed the longest, which aroused diplomatic attention. A touch of pride from the minister, "This manuscript was written by Mr. Leonardo da Vinci with his left hand. The content is all in Italian. To read it fluently, you need a mirror."

Victor Hugo, who read ten lines at a glance and had no trouble reading, communicated its content with Gustave Flaubert, who said: "Da Vinci's father died during this time. "

Victor Hugo said with emotion: "Mr. Da Vinci lived in France for the rest of his life and left a portrait of the handed down work "Mona Lisa" for the Louvre. Alas, he came to France too late. .”

Gustave Flaubert was still proud: "Yes, otherwise there would be more works in the world."

The Minister of Foreign Affairs held his breath. The portrait of "Mona Lisa" was obviously bought by the King of France from the disciples of Mr. Da Vinci after Mr. Da Vinci's death!

Two shameless and boastful Frenchmen!

At noon, two transcendents representing France participated in the state banquet and ate British home-cooked food known as the "gourmet desert". Victor Hugo found a free opportunity and asked: "Gustave, why did you come with me?" Britain?" The other party replied: "Who said I can't be interested."

Victor Hugo was a little shy, "Sorry, I reacted too strongly."

Gustave Flaubert smiled and ended the impromptu private chat.

In the UK, nonsense is not allowed.

Immediately afterwards, the person receiving them turned into a man in a tuxedo with makeup on his face, as if walking from an actor's set.This person is not tall, about 1.7 meters five, his gestures seem to have been measured by a ruler, and his steps are extremely precise. As he walked, the sense of disobedience disappeared, and the other party transformed from a local gentry into a British aristocrat in the blink of an eye.

"Hi, everyone, I am Dickens, your tour guide."

As soon as the man in the tuxedo said his name, he understood everything he needed to know, and the breathing in the vicinity became low.

During the war, Britain's top supernatural spy - code name: David Copperfield!

It is rumored that he can play any role without using supernatural powers, from a prostitute to a lady, from a pirate to an admiral, this person may not even be real at this moment.In terms of acting alone, the French star Emile Zola is not his opponent either. The two have different levels of study of performing arts, and Charles Dickens is a type of obsessed.

Victor Hugo held out his hand for a handshake, not afraid of the danger of the other party: "I have heard the name for a long time."

Victor Hugo's magnanimity made Charles Dickens startled for a moment, his smile deepened, and his eyes glanced at Gustave Flaubert, who turned cold by a degree.

Gustave Flaubert had never met this person before, but his student Maupassant was different. Maupassant was inexperienced in anti-espionage, and was planted by an "unknown" spy disguised as a prostitute. Going somersault and almost dying.

No evidence, just intuition!

That incident left a huge psychological shadow on Maupassant: a man who is more feminine than a woman!After being entrapped by the other party, Maupassant no longer dared to sleep with women over 1.7 meters tall.

"You are here to see the portrait." Charles Dickens led the way with a smile, "In the final analysis, it is a British item, and non-British citizens cannot see it, but your situation is special-generally speaking, we can't hide it from you. There's a headache here."

Gustave Flaubert frowned, and Victor Hugo took the lead: "France will not speak out, and I come to visit British art in my own name."

Gustave Flaubert concedes: "Me too."

Charles Dickens pondered: "But what I say doesn't count, you negotiate with Shakespeare."

On the territory of the UK, visitors cannot avoid dealing with opera.

Charles Dickens enthusiastically invited them to see his country's "Othello", and the two responded with subtle expressions, perfectly repaying the scene at Versailles in the British Museum.

When William Shakespeare saw Hugo, he opened his arms and said intimately: "My friend!"

Victor Hugo scowled, hugged by William Shakespeare.

"Friend..." Your head.

"I know what you want to do, come, come, let's sign a contract!"

William Shakespeare took out the contract and bluffed the two of them. Victor Hugo was surprised and angry: "What is this? The right to adapt the script of "Notre Dame de Paris"? Impossible, I will not give it to you! You Just a guy who likes to smear people's faces!"

"You have the Phantom in France, of course you have confidence, but he doesn't understand it like I do—" William Shakespeare said without shame, "Only I can adapt the most perfect opera for you!"

Victor Hugo displeased: "The matter of "Othello" did not settle with you."

William Shakespeare pressed his hand affectionately.

"Or, would you like a live adaptation of a new opera?"

"..." You are ruthless.

Victor Hugo really didn't want to agree, for fear of a script that would make his stomach hurt.

William Shakespeare earnestly promised: "Before the official performance, I will show you the script, and if you are not satisfied with the writing, you can discuss it together!"

Victor Hugo said grimly: "I will not stay long in England."

William Shakespeare is proud: "I can finish writing the liver!"

Victor Hugo was speechless.

A person who has not been able to write an opera in seven years has the nerve to say such a thing.

In public and in private, there can be no private contact between the two, let alone friendship across borders, lest the government suspect the position of the transcendent, so Victor Hugo came to the UK unexpectedly with one more purpose: Adaptation "Notre Dame de Paris".

This is the benefit that William Shakespeare got in exchange for visiting the portrait. When he explained to the British government, he vowed: "I will supervise them not to touch the portrait, and keep a distance of ten meters from the portrait. In this way, I can create a new world for Britain. More opera art! On the surface, it looks like two supernatural powers are reconciled as before, planning an opera together!"

If Britain and France "honeymoon", it is other countries that are disturbed.

William Shakespeare dealt with government suspicions.

"You don't need to go in a hurry. The two children of Esmeralda's family have not left. Let the clever Mr. Shakespeare estimate that they will stay for a day at most and leave tomorrow."

William Shakespeare's calculations confused the two men from France.

Victor Hugo has doubts about the "authenticity" of the portrait. If the portrait can perfectly present the spiritual personality of Akiya Aso, will the other party's family be willing to leave?Based on what he knew about the Aso family's children, he might join forces to plan how to steal the portrait.

Gustave Flaubert looked indifferent: "It doesn't matter, I have a lot of time."

Victor Hugo hesitated to speak, and endured it.

He gets the message.

Arthur Rimbaud left Russia, returned to France, and was coming to England.

[Athier definitely wants to see Akiya Aso, let him have the opportunity, I will be responsible for holding Shakespeare, and Gustave will help hold Dickens who doesn’t know the power, other people should not pose much threat to space system power users . 】

Victor Hugo was emotionally kind for a while.

It was by no means that he had had an ominous intuition about the portrait and wanted Arthur Rimbaud to try Ray.

The portrait... is not right.

He hopes that his Esmeralda can come out with the help of his children and his lover.

……

【Qiu is also on the edge of a dead end. 】

This thought doesn't just happen to one person.

Edogawa Ranpo knows that the portrait is not the complete Shuya, but the other person is still his guardian, the man who died with resentment towards Mr. Rantang that he could not let go of before his death!

If it weren't for the blinding feelings, Ma Shengqiu would not have died so bleakly.

Both the [Book] and the [Shell] are in hand, coupled with the advantage of the home field, even a transcendent can't touch an ordinary person carrying a "nuclear warhead".

That night, Edogawa Ranpo and Nakahara Nakaya lay on the floor, refusing to leave the portrait.

As long as the portrait agrees, they will move the portrait back to Japan.

The portrait didn't respond to the matter of leaving, and looked at them tenderly, as if the previous madness had disappeared.There was no air-conditioning in the bedroom, and Edogawa Ranpo and Nakahara Naka were too hot to cover them in the middle of the night. "Aso Akiya" came out and covered them with quilts non-stop.

Zhongyuan Zhong also pretended to be sleeping, and his heart was so complicated that his nose was sore. No matter how many times he kicked him, the other party would walk out of the frame, cover him with a quilt, and then help the sleeper next to him to adjust his sleeping position.

The behavior of "Aso Akiya" is stubbornly repetitive.

If you don't cover the quilt, you will catch a cold.

A stiff neck can cause neck pain.

When a child presses another child, the muscles of the other child will become numb, which is not conducive to sleep.

Zhong Yuanzhong also observed the appearance and disappearance of "him" with the slits of his eyes, inexplicably wishing that such nights could be longer, and there would always be someone who would care about his sleeping posture.

He knew he couldn't be so selfish, and Luanpo was probably the same...

He could already hear Luanbu's small choking sobs.

[The father in the portrait has become a humanoid with different abilities, and has been fixed in a pattern, like a personality program that is limited to the day of death... Dad loves us, so he is always gentle with us, Dad hates Mr. Lantang, So when you mention the other party, you can't let go. 】

【What should I do, how can I let my dad feel relieved, he seems to be in more pain than us. 】

[Humanoids have different abilities...]

[Mr. Lan Tang knows this kind of power best. 】

Zhong Yuanzhong also turned over, throwing his arm on Luanbu's face.

Edogawa kicked the quilt randomly, and the two quilts covered Chuya's head, which was hot to death.

"Aso Qiuya" stopped the two people who were about to fight in time.

His body was cold, like an ice cube exuding cold air. Edogawa Ranbu couldn't help it, so he lay down on the black-haired man's knee, pretending to be dazed and said: "My big crocodile... I want the crocodile to bite my head..."

"Aso Akiya" wiped the sweat from Ranbu's forehead, "There is no big crocodile at home, you have to go to the mall to buy a new one, next time don't hide the game console in the crocodile's mouth."

Edogawa Ranpo continued to babble in his sleep: "Qiu is also an idiot, an idiot parent."

"Aso Qiuya" coaxed: "Yes, I can't compare to the cutest Ranpo, who is a genius."

"Aso Akiya" wiped away the tears from the corners of Ranbu's eyes with his fingertips.

"Without me, Luanbu grew up and broke the city wall we built for you. Outside the city is a mediocre world. Occasionally there are lunatics who want to destroy the world. It is far less comfortable than inside the city wall. You must protect it in Yokohama City Others."

"He" bent his fingers, and also held Nakahara Chuya's hand that was leaning towards him.

"Zhongye, master your power switch, become a strong person, just like those respected people, go forward by yourself, don't be pushed forward by others."

"Um……"

"Destroy this painting for me, will you?"

"..."

"..."

The two children felt that He Wei's heart was pierced by a knife, and they dared not make a sound.

The black-haired man stared at the child he had raised, and sighed for his weakness, "Or, destroy the body for me, if I'm not wrong, the body was not buried."

Edogawa tremblingly said: "Is it necessary..."

The black-haired man's head was slightly unstable on the neck, especially when he lowered his head, and then he was hugged by the orange-haired boy behind him, and he was carefully fixed.

Whether it's a corpse or a portrait, Zhong Yuanzhong doesn't care what kind of existence he has become.

Love, this word is very mysterious.

They feel with their hearts and listen to the wish of "Aso Qiuya".

"because--"

"There is no possibility of resurrection at all."

"The Tolstoy who most hoped to revive 'me' never existed from the beginning."

There is no appearance of Leo Nikolaevich Tolstoy in the text.

The one who appeared alone at the train station was Sigma in the comics, and the other party was a character created by [Book]. The supernatural power is not "resurrection". When Arthur Rimbaud sees the other party after a few years, he will naturally hope Pinned on the other party, thinking that things have turned for the better.

"'I' lied to Arthur Rimbaud and the suicide note was to give him motivation to live."

"'I regret."

"There's no point in living like this, it's as stupid as 'I' lying to myself in the first place."

The black-haired man stood up slowly, ignoring the persuasion, and walked towards the picture frame, leaving his back in the middle of the night.

"Aso Qiu is also the world's biggest liar."

Doorway.

One hand hangs in the air for a while, then hangs down stiffly.

The visitor put his right hand on the doorknob and pushed it forward. The sound was like the neighing of a crow, and the door made a frictional sound, being pushed open by an external force.

Arthur Rimbaud's body was mixed with the wind and frost of winter, and the words of the portrait echoed in his ears.

[There is no possibility of resurrection at all. 】

He doesn't believe it!

【Tolstoy, never existed from the beginning. 】

It was impossible for Qiu to lie to him about this matter!

Arthur Rimbaud walked in, lacking lighting, and let the squares of the "Painting Book" light up with golden light, and miniature squares floated around.

The last time he saw—

It was the dark-haired man in the portrait who turned around, with blood and tears dripping down his chin, buried deep resentment, and refused to show Arthur Rimbaud any expression.

"You said you were the biggest liar in the world, so you're lying to me again, aren't you?"

"look."

"You don't even dare to face me."

Artille Rimbaud's fingertips touched the portrait, centered on the fingertips, the whole painting began to fade away, leaving nothing but the outlines of a few sketches.

Not only did the other party not want to see him!

Even the bright colors of the portrait refused to be left to him!

Arthur Rimbaud's heart ached, he didn't retract his fingers, he pressed on "Aso Akiya"'s back, poking at the spine of the other party who refused to bend down to him.

Arthur Rimbaud let himself laugh in a relaxed manner. In order to meet the other party, he put on a mask on the plane, took a nap, and came to England after meeting his teacher.

He has taken care of himself and cherished this body that is prone to aging.

But no one paid attention.

"Qiu Ye."

"I take all your words seriously, so there is no distinction between truth and falsehood."

"Don't you look back at the person you married?"

"I'm Lan Tang."

Arthur Rimbaud leaned against his back and said, "Maybe my teacher sealed my memory, I only remember the year I married you, you cried to me..."

"Why did I wake up...you disappeared."

Arthur Rimbaud exudes a soft expression, as if in a sweet dream.

Edogawa Ranpo was so shocked that his jaw fell off.

Central Plains is also in a trance, true or false?Mr. Lantang's sealed memory turned back to the past?

……

A family of five, four actors.

Who stipulated that only Aso Shuya, Dazai Osamu, and Ranpo pretending to be foolish can only deceive people, and Arthur Rimbaud shook the portrait with his perfect acting skills.

Arthur Rimbaud's tears dripped on the portrait and melted into the thick canvas.

He understands the logic of the humanoid ability.

He believed in the name Ma Shengqiu called before he died, and believed in every word the other party said, and was willing to pursue resurrection and wait for a Tolstoy who had never met before.

A year has passed since their parting.

Three years have passed since their marriage.

"Atil Rimbaud doesn't exist. The one who stays here is Lan Tang, the Lan Tang who loves you, the Lan Tang who was deceived by you, but went to Spain to marry you."

Watching the Ferris wheel alone, celebrating Valentine's Day alone, sleeping alone, counting heartbeats, Arthur Rimbaud experienced the taste of ordinary people's old age when he was still young.

The portrait refuses to look back.

The light black and white outline can see the man's clenched palm.

"Qiu Ye, if you don't look at me again, I'll be old."

at this time.

There is no difference between the person in the painting and the person outside the painting. They are all sad, silently mourning.

There are things in this world that are beyond birth and death.

"After I die, I will become a humanoid with supernatural powers. I will stay with you forever and ever, live in our golden house, and prevent anyone from prying away the gold bricks on it..."

"You gave me the golden house, and I will use it as our home."

"Let the world envy me for the rest of my life..."

……

The portrait couldn't cry anymore, and the color had faded to the point where it urgently needed to be repainted.

He crouched down.

Hold your knees in a safe portrait.

Just like this, you don't have to face the people behind you, and hide in the cracks of the world to breathe.

——How should I hate the person I love.

……