Started with a green hat for Verlaine

The hot weather has lasted for a long time this year.

In France, Matilda was oppressed by her husband and Rimbaud, her thoughts of divorce intensified, and she was unable to break the law's constraints on married women.

However, her greatest wish at the moment is to get the damn Rimbaud out of sight!

She really didn't understand.

Why can Verlaine accept a dirty boy, but refuse to go home to face his wife and children, as if the previous love was an illusion.

Matilda wants to cry but has no tears. She is sick in bed, facing her husband who is drunk every day when she comes home, and she is constantly disgusted.Seeing her daughter's anxiety, her mother hastily asked a family doctor to issue a certificate, allowing her to stay away from Paris for a while and go to other areas for recuperation.

At the end of September, Matilda's escape completely gave Verlaine a "freedom".

Because of his psychological fragility during the recovery period, Rimbaud said less bad things about Verlaine, and shifted his dependence on Aso Qiuya to Verlaine a little bit. From Dublin to Paris, the relationship between Verlaine and Rimbaud gradually warmed up, and Verlaine completely adapted to each other. temper.

It is definitely a kind of "interest" to wear a cane in the daytime, a blond boy with open teeth and claws, and act like a baby at night, occasionally throwing himself into your arms and crying bitterly while the wound is healing.

Paul Verlaine forgot his wife, felt very happy, and secretly thanked Mr. Wang Qiu who saved Rimbaud's life, and the other party gave him the opportunity to take care of Rimbaud!

Sure enough, only oneself in this world can accept Rimbaud's "disgusting" character.

Paul Verlaine felt relieved.

However, these disturbances have little to do with Aso Qiuya.

Since he called Verlaine, Ma Shengqiu mailed some nutritional supplements to Rimbaud at most, which was to urge him to recover from his injuries, and also thanked the two for signing the contract with Stewed Pigeon Publishing House unconditionally.He intentionally reduced his contact with Rimbaud. Even if the other party became warm and well-behaved, he had already seen through the other's childish nature at a glance, and rejected that terrible familiarity.

Because of the derailment of the train, he had accidentally contacted Verlaine by letter. Verlaine would write to ask him how he took care of Rimbaud, how much Barabara Rimbaud missed him, and so on.In the letter, Verlaine used honorific titles to him, as if Rimbaud had changed his attitude.

Akiya Aso's seniority was subconsciously promoted.

Aso Qiuya: "...It's a nightmare."

One has the name of his wife, and the other has the name of his rival in love, and they insist on contacting him.

Heck!

In the end, they all became juniors! ! !

He threw away the letter and went to Stewed Pigeon Publishing House. After the publication of "The Temptation of St. Anton", the gimmick was great, and the name of "Flaubert" occupied the headlines of many literary newspapers. This novel was published by Aso Qiuya Propaganda became the magnum opus of Gustave Flaubert's 25-year-long quest to create, inspired by the fabled monk St. Anton.

In this era, there were very few writers who dared to immerse themselves in creation, did not serialize any novels, did not take the initiative to participate in politics, and were not affected by any storms of public opinion. Gustave Flaubert’s reclusive life was recognized by the public, and his style Reviews have gone up a notch.

Ma Shengqiu also sent a telegram to Mr. Flaubert who lived in seclusion in Rouen.

[The publication went smoothly, and I did not disappoint you. I hope that when I visit you next time, you will be in good health, and you can go horseback riding with me in the countryside. 】

【--Autumn. 】

apartment.

"Qiu, let's go to Italy to see the oil painting of "The Temptation of St. Anton"!"

Oscar Wilde read the novel "The Temptation of St. Anton" more than once, and became interested in oil paintings that could inspire Gustave Flaubert.

Ma Shengqiu also rejected his whim: "I won't go."

Oscar Wilde asked, "Aren't you curious?"

Ma Shengqiu also forbids truancy: "The oil painting is placed in the Balbi Palace in Genoa. I will not escape with long legs. I will go there when you are free."

Oscar Wilde wailed, and made another speech like this. Qiu is completely a supporter of the college's position, and will not allow any bad student's behavior to appear.Seeing this, Ma Shengqiu said gently, "I'm not that strict. It's just a painting. It won't lose its charm with time. On the contrary, it will become more and more mysterious in your waiting and expectation."

Oscar Wilde said sourly: "You have devoted yourself to publishing this month, and Mr. Flaubert should write you a letter thanking him for having readers like you."

Ma Shengqiu is also serious: "If he writes it, I will be happier."

Oscar Wilde held his chin: "Is it true happiness, or fake happiness?"

The smile on Aso Qiuya's face faded, and he thought for a moment, "It's true, I respect any writer who has become famous for his writing. Their works are my spiritual food, and their behavior is my idol. Provided there is not so much messy private life."

Oscar Wilde sighed: "I wrote poetry in school."

His eyes are erratic and suggestive, but Ma Shengqiu has also read his poems.

"Please keep up the good work."

——The quality is average, I don’t particularly like it.

"You are asking too much!"

Oscar Wilde fell head over heels, his poems were well-known in school and could be called excellent poems, but the other party was comparing his poems with real poets!

Ma Shengqiu also smiled without saying a word, and sat on the leather sofa with his back against the lumbar pillow. The curves of his figure were not as strong as those of European men, but there was a kind of elegance everywhere.Suddenly, he bent his knees, took off his black wool socks, and stared at the soles of his feet for a while.

Oscar Wilde couldn't help asking questions.

The beauty's feet are beautiful, but her behavior is indecent, which is not like what the other party would do.

I heard that the feet of Orientals are not allowed to be seen by outsiders?

Oscar Wilde didn't know that he saw all the positions Flaubert dreamed of. No matter how beautiful the feet are, they won't be too strange after seeing them. They are only attractive if they can't be seen.

Aso Qiuya murmured: "The stitch marks on the soles of the feet have faded..."

Upon hearing this, Oscar Wilde said in surprise: "In this way, Qiu Zai will return to normal, and he will be able to come back to life when the sutures disappear completely?!"

Hearing the word "live", Aso Qiuya's heart skipped a beat.

Countless thoughts arise.

Like a demon in his heart, he seems to be resurrected from the burning ashes.

His family, his organization, the love and despair between him and the French transcendent... Ma Shengqiu also forced himself not to think about those things, and looked at him with deep and silent eyes.

Oscar Wilde faltered: "Why are you looking at me like this? Isn't this... a good thing?"

Ma Shengqiu also said: "I discovered the anomaly after publishing "The Temptation of St. Anton" to Mr. Flaubert."

Oscar Wilde has rich associations: "He also has the power of a magician?"

Ma Shengqiu also choked.

Can you change the noun to "wizard"?

Ma Shengqiu also thought of Mr. Flaubert in Wenye World, and suddenly felt that what Wilde said might not be wrong, and there might be a strange connection between the two worlds.Thinking of Rimbaud and Verlaine in this world again, Ma Shengqiu also suffered a long-lost myocardial infarction.

rather!willing!without!have!Link!Tie!

Ma Shengqiu also said: "But I published it for Mr. Hardy, and there is no such change..."

Oscar Wilde's quick wit: "Mr. Hardy lacks strength?"

Ma Shengqiu also shook his head: "Mr. Hardy's talent is enough..."

When Oscar Wilde heard this, he stopped joking and said in shock, "Talent? Do you doubt that they can heal your wounds with talent? Can this thing be turned into strength?"

Ma Shengqiu also asked back, "Why not?"

Oscar Wilde rushed to his study and thrust a Bible into his arms.

"You try it on yourself, or we go to church, get a priest to baptize you, my God, I think I can start to believe in God?"

"..."

Sorry, there is no existence of supernatural power named "Bible" in Wenye World.

That was horrible.

Ma Shengqiu also thought of the "Bible" in the West and the "Tao Te Ching" in the East, and the corner of his mouth twitched. The earth in the Wenye world was not enough for the two camps to fight.

After a while of experiments, Ma Shengqiu also touched all the books in the apartment.

It has no effect.

Oscar Wilde didn't believe it: "You have to take off your clothes, let me help you take a look at the scars on your back, in case it healed on the back..." As he spoke, his face was flushed, his eyes were hot, and he wanted to pretend Calm failed, and the head was full of yellow paint.

"exactly."

Ma Shengqiu also thought it made sense, went back to the bedroom, locked the door, and checked by himself.

Oscar Wilde lamented: "You weren't like this before!"

In the snow, the beauty with her body torn apart and covered with sutures is like a dream.

The earliest Aso Qiu didn't care whether he wore clothes or not!

However, Oscar Wilde pretended to be a gentleman, and didn't dare to look more, for fear that he would offend the other party.After he faced the black-haired man who didn't show his skin, he regretted it. He regretted it so much that he wanted to slap himself twice. Stupid or not, he didn't look at it when I showed it to you!

Ma Shengqiu also walked out of the bedroom and put on a tie. The white shirt was very skin-friendly and breathable, outlining the faint scars on the man's body. "No, the back is full of sutures."

Oscar Wilde has nothing to love: "Dear Cho, what's next?"

Ma Shengqiu also said: "Catch a few more pigeons to test..." He corrected himself and apologized angrily, "Oh, I made a mistake. I want to talk to some respectable writers."

Oscar Wilde: "..."

Ma Shengqiu also looked at Wilde with regret: You are still growing.

Oscar Wilde seemed to understand and was in a daze.

Ma Shengqiu also stepped forward to pluck his hair, Oscar Wilde gritted his teeth and said, "I knew it, you wanted to go to a distant place again and leave me alone in school!"

Ma Shengqiu also comforted: "This time I won't go abroad."

Oscar Wilde's eyes hesitated, worried, "You really won't go to France?"

Aso Qiu also nodded.

Oscar Wilde's brain frantically recalled those British writers worthy of Qiu's visit, but unfortunately he guessed all wrong, and the person Ma Shengqiu wanted to visit was Victor Hugo.

Guernsey is very close to France, but it is really in the UK!

Because, taking Mr. Flaubert's "The Temptation of St. Anton" as a reference, he thought that Hugo would have a collection of poems that he would write for 25 years.

This group of people... Don't rush, write slowly.

"Mr. Hugo, I am interested in poetry recently, do you have time to guide me?"

Ma Shengqiu also came to the door with the fragrance of money.

After the death of the eldest son and the divorce of the daughter-in-law, Victor Hugo, who was teaching by his grandson and granddaughter, was in a daze. Why did he suddenly find himself to talk about poetry?

"Poetry?"

Victor Hugo never refused any friends who yearned for literature.

At the same time, after seeing the portrait, Victor Hugo from Wenye World returned to France, ending a month-long visit to the UK.Over the past few days, he had been preoccupied with things, taking a light rest on the plane, and had a rare dream.

In the dream, I was talking about poetry with Esmeralda, and there were two young children under my knees?

"Victor?"

Gustave Flaubert noticed that Victor Hugo was dreaming, and listened attentively, his face full of secret amusement.

The sleeping red-haired man didn't keep his guard up, and laughed out loud, "Qiu... child..."

Gustave Flaubert: "..."

Absolutely.

Old friend Charles is right to worry about you coming to England alone.

I'm a bit more virtuous than you!