Started with a green hat for Verlaine

life.

It's just a little taste, sight, touch and a relaxing atmosphere.

At two o'clock in the afternoon the next day, the long-lost smell of oily smoke appeared in Shakespeare's hometown. William Shakespeare brought two French "friends" over and looked at each other in the kitchen.

The other party first said politely to the three of them.

"Good day, Mr. Shakespeare, Mr. Hugo, Mr. Flaubert."

"I have obtained the permission of my teacher, Mr. Baudelaire, to come to England as one of the French visitors. Please allow me to make up a certificate for myself later."

Europeans have praised the beauty of French and are vying to learn it. Nobles in the upper class who do not understand French will be dismissed as bumpkins.This is especially evident in Arthur Rimbaud. His voice as an adult is deep and low, maintaining a level line as stable as an announcer, with a long breath and a romantic and lingering accent.

Arthur Rimbaud requisitioned the kitchen as a harmless curly-haired beauty.

William Shakespeare looked him up and down, and the other party was not happy or angry, and accepted it calmly, far less fierce than that day. Is this the change after seeing the portrait?

"It's okay, it seems we interrupted your meal."

After William Shakespeare finished speaking, Arthur Rimbaud went to look upstairs, and there was the sound of footsteps on the stairs on the second floor, which could be heard as young and lively teenagers or youths.

"Mr. Lantang, I want to eat red bean mochi!"

"No."

"Mr. Lantang, I can just eat steak, uh...Mr. Hugo is here?"

"Well, and Mr. Shakespeare and Mr. Flaubert."

Arthur Rimbaud carefully introduced several people to Ranpo-kun and Chuya-kun, and did not ignore the seemingly good-tempered William Shakespeare. These are contacts that ordinary people can't meet.

Victor Hugo was an acquaintance, Gustave Flaubert a relative stranger.

Edogawa Ranpo's green eyes rolled round and round.

Learning from Aso Akiya's style, Arthur Rimbaud gave William Shakespeare a card when entertaining the children, and said apologetically: "This is compensation for the opera house, I shouldn't So impulsive, it ruined the Royal Opera House."

William Shakespeare immediately shouted: "Hypocrisy!"

Arthur Rimbaud's eyes turned cold.

William Shakespeare accepted the bank card with a smile and went to see the PIN: "I love hypocrisy the most."

Arthur Rimbaud: "..."

Victor Hugo coughed, and Gustave Flaubert poured Hugo a glass of water, and found that the water glass was carefully wiped clean, the table was tidy, and the steak was cooked just right. He thought of Maupassant, who was not able to live well at home. , praised: "Athier knows how to live."

Victor Hugo asked: "Shakespeare, where is the portrait?"

William Shakespeare did not check the amount of the bank card, stuffed it into his pocket, "Second floor."

Victor Hugo got a glance from Arthur Rimbaud, and Gustave Flaubert could not help laughing, seeing the unnaturalness of Hugo drinking water. After Shakespeare revealed the love affair openly and secretly, it was difficult for Hugo not to be embarrassed.

Taking this opportunity, Gustave Flaubert stood up, the French bow tie on his chest made him handsome, like a calm and reliable middle-aged man, he said chicly: "I won't disturb your meal, let's take a look at the portrait first, Save yourself the hassle of queuing.”

Victor Hugo thanked him for interrupting the embarrassment, "Gustave, say hello to him for me."

Gustave Flaubert nodded and went upstairs alone to gain their confidence.

After this person went to see Qiuya's portrait, Edogawa sat on the dining chair in disorder, tugging at Chuya's ear and saying, "Pay attention to that person."

Whose eyes and ears are not sensitive?

Arthur Rimbaud's originally peaceful heart was suspended.

"I'll go upstairs." Arthur Rimbaud didn't dare to delay, he put down his fork, and Victor Hugo hurriedly followed, "Artier, Gustave didn't mean anything, I'll accompany you to have a look. "

William Shakespeare thought that the time was too short, so there was no need to rush upstairs, and said with great interest.

"What did you find, can you tell me?"

"He came for the portrait."

Edogawa Ranpo has a high degree of discrimination against certain people's goals.

William Shakespeare: "Oh wow."

He couldn't bear it anymore, and immediately went to the second floor, where Gustave Flaubert hid so deeply.

Could it be the task of the French government?

After these weird-minded adults left the table one after another, Zhong Yuanzhong also felt that the steak in his mouth was tasteless, so he chewed dryly, trying not to waste Mr. Lantang's achievements.

"Ranpo, what is the relationship between that Mr. Flaubert and Dad?"

"I probably don't know much about it."

"I can't figure it out..."

"Don't think about it, Chuya's head can't understand such a simple question."

"#!"

Nakahara Chuya was angry, and Edogawa Ranpo pointed out: "You see Mr. Hugo is very casually dressed, but I didn't realize that Mr. Flaubert's dress looks like—"

In the following cloze, Zhongyuan Zhong did not disappoint the reminder of Luanbu.

"Like a man on a date!"

Formal attire, high collar, black tie, and white gloves, wrapping people tightly and solemnly.

On the second floor, there was a "bang", a quarrel broke out, and then a classic Shakespeare-style tenor voice appeared: "Flaubert, why are your fingers stained with paint?"

"Accidentally." Gustave Flaubert hid his hands behind his back in embarrassment, never expecting that the surface of the portrait is not dry, it is the paint added later.

A touch gives away.

Arthur Rimbaud took a stride, grabbed the hand of Flaubert's senior, and compared the "Aso Akiya" with his back to himself on the portrait through the paint, he immediately identified which position of the paint the paint corresponded to , suddenly relieved, it's not the suit, but the black paint on the shoes.

"Senior, please respect Qiuya and don't touch the portrait casually." Arthur Rimbaud didn't know that Qiuya knew Mr. Flaubert, so he temporarily believed this reason.

【shoe? 】

【Are you thinking about Esmeralda? 】

Victor Hugo turned to Flaubert in disbelief.

Gustave Flaubert was even more ashamed, gave a wink, and explained after hinting.

Acquaintances know acquaintances best. Arthur Rimbaud present was still too young. If it were his teacher, Baudelaire could see through the meaning of shoes at a glance.

"I wanted to communicate with the portrait, but he ignored me. I wanted to test whether the portrait had the perception of the outside world, so I touched it with my finger and accidentally got the paint." Gustave Flaubert suppressed With a burning feeling on his face, he said calmly, "Why does the portrait look like it was newly painted?"

Arthur Rimbaud looked at the portrait and did not answer Flaubert.

William Shakespeare shrugged: "It is estimated that after the color faded, Rimbaud added the color. If the person in the portrait is emotional, the color will easily fade."

Arthur Rimbaud suddenly replied: "There is no Rimbaud here, call me Lantang!"

The person in the portrait reacted, looked down at the shoes, as if he didn't hear Rimbaud's words.

William Shakespeare approached the portrait: "Poor Qiuya, a piece of paint has fallen off the heel of your leather shoe. Let me fill it up for you, and it will be as good as brand new!"

William Shakespeare dodges Arthur Rimbaud and throws his painting tools to Hugo.

"He won't let me make up the color, you senior come here."

"……This……"

Victor Hugo is a bit hard on realistic oil paintings. He used to add color to his graffiti paintings. He prefers to take a cup of ink or coffee and sprinkle them on.

Gustave Flaubert said: "How about I..."

Victor Hugo alerted: "Don't bother you, I don't think it's very difficult to complement the color."

"It's fine if I come! Don't bother everyone!"

Hearing that the two seniors pushed each other and refused to return the painting tools to him at all, Arthur Rimbaud couldn't bear it, and broke out in compliance with Lan Tang's character, and drove them all out.

After Arthur Rimbaud closed the door, a "Color Painting Collection" appeared, and from the golden subspace, a tool man who was good at oil painting appeared out of nowhere, took the painting tools from Arthur Rimbaud, and replaced him Concentrate on complementing the color of the portrait and dealing with the color of the heel of the shoe.

The portrait is like a dead object, allowing the humanoid supernatural ability to complement the color.

After the tool man was done, he looked at the portrait, and couldn't tell whether it was the poor man in the painting who had no freedom, or the poor man who could not work peacefully after death.

What is it like to be a portrait?

Is it like the people read in the "color painting book", so light and unrealistic?

Arthur Rimbaud somewhat understood the look of the tool man, and could no longer be a qualified slave owner. He sighed softly: "Thank you for your help, otherwise I don't know what to do."

The tool man was full of wonder: "You thank me?"

Arthur Rimbaud said: "Personality and thoughts... are precious, as are abilities. You have painting skills that I don't know, and it is worth learning from you."

He has always regarded humanoid supernatural powers as tools.

Housework, running errands, driving, bait, experimenting with items, everything is used to the fullest, and the tool-human characteristics of humanoid superhuman abilities are fully developed.

This attitude indirectly hurt Paul Verlaine and sowed the seeds of early disaster.

He will not make the same mistake again in front of the portrait, with more respect and humility, he has the capacity to re-examine his behavior.

Arthur Rimbaud recalled Aso Akiya's attitude towards Nishida Zhiqiao and the old leader. The two parties who had grievances during their lifetime resolved their grievances after death. The inheritors have high hopes.

Perhaps, this is the "correct" way to deal with humanoid abilities.

Arthur Rimbaud took away the human-shaped alien ability, and said in a low voice: "I fried four steaks and left one for you. Mr. Ranbu wants to eat red bean and mochi. I don't know how to do it. I haven't done it for so many years." Learned Japanese cuisine and kept making you worry about our food, it is really my negligence, I will serve the steak right away, do you see that my skills have improved a bit?"

After finishing the words, Arthur Rimbaud went downstairs to bring the steak and placed it in front of the portrait.

This picture is very similar to the oriental way of worshiping cooked food.

"I heard that three cigarettes will be inserted."

Arthur Rimbaud searched the content through his mobile phone, and actually found out how the dead can eat.

He put aside the scientific reasoning, and doubted: "There is no long smoke in the picture, can we use cigarettes instead..." Looking through the phone, he found out that someone actually did it, "Wait, is this a movie picture? Oriental movies use cigarettes and cooked food to worship the dead?"

portrait:"……"

Arthur Rimbaud raised his head, his long hair fell on the scarf, it was black and soft, and he was not aggressive at all, just as William Shakespeare was amazed——

In order to remember the man who hated him in the portrait, he restrained himself into Lan Tang's appearance.

This is no pretense.

Just think less about things, worry less about people, and live under the shadow of Ma Shengqiu.During that time, they were so happy and stress-free. They hugged each other for warmth and formed an ordinary same-sex family in Yokohama. The only thing that was extraordinary was their good looks.

He is young and melancholy, with a pure smile, "I don't smoke, I ask other people for three cigarettes."

Ten minutes later, the bedroom on the second floor was quiet, burning with three wisps of light smoke.

Strong smell of cigarettes.

Ventilate with windows ajar.

This smell made the figure in the portrait cover his nose with his hand, and was in a messy mood. He couldn't tell whether it was Arthur Rimbaud who lit a cigarette on purpose, or Lan Tang simply believed in the metaphysics on the Internet.

A thought flashed through the mind of "Aso Akiya" full of confusion and negative emotions.

[Long-term passive smoking, will I become addicted to smoking in the portrait? 】

【This is Rimbaud's conspiracy! ! ! 】

……