Started with a green hat for Verlaine

Several days passed.

Aso Qiuya, who claimed to be here to study poetry, left happily after getting several poems.

Guernsey, Takashiro, Victor Hugo as if squeezed dry.

The specific manifestations are that his eyes are slack, his eyes are tired, his movements are slow, he loses the joy of life when he looks at everything, and he doesn't want to touch paper and pen for a short time.

Juliet Drouet admired: "The first time I saw you met the nemesis."

Mr. Hugo's exuberant energy is a talent that many would envy.

Victor Hugo refused to admit defeat, slapped his thigh, and murmured: "I don't have one, I can write another hundred poems!"

Juliet Drouet said: "You be careful that Mr. Qiu returns."

Victor Hugo looked over with lingering fear, making sure that no one heard him.

The anxious voices of the grandson and granddaughter came from far to near, and the kite in the sky was crooked, "Grandfather—grandfather! What to do, the kite is about to fall!"

Georges Hugo and Jeanne Hugo are like twins, with chubby little faces, you can see the exquisite facial features that the French can't cover even in baby fat since they were young.The kite they play is the miniature version of the children's kite bought by Aso, to ensure that the two of them will not fly into the sky because of kite flying.

Victor Hugo went to see the shape of the kite, it was a "white dove".

Aso also said: "It symbolizes peace."

After Victor Hugo knew the name of the publishing house he opened, he didn't believe it at all.

Is your family stewing "peace"?

"Here I am." The French contemporary literary giant stood up and flexed his muscles.

Victor Hugo's life was very "difficult" these days, and he could hardly leave his desk.Juliet Drouet has never seen Aso Akiya's face, so she can't understand the reason. She unilaterally believes that it is the effect of friendship. Only Victor Hugo knows her bitter tears, and she is treated with gentle words and beauty throughout the process. Tricking to create!

"Useless."

"What's the reason?"

"Mr. Victor Hugo's poems were created in front of my eyes, made into booklets and published, and the number of buyers is extremely large..."

"It can't be a problem with the quality of poetry. Could it be that I have found the wrong person?"

"Which other literary giants are still alive in Europe..."

Aso Qiuya's thoughts raced, and he began a process of frantically searching for a living literary hero.

His capture range expands with the "Business" ability.

Soon, European literary giants were pulled out one by one by him like carrots.

United States.

Samuel Langhorn Clement, who had just finished writing "Hard Times", was caught by Ma Shengqiu in the name of "readers want writers to make money", and fell into the trap of investing while creating.

Oh, by the way, this gentleman's pseudonym is Mark Twain.

Germany.

Friedrich Wilhelm Nietzsche, who wrote "The Birth of Tragedy", "On the Future of Our Educational Institutions", and "Homer's Rivalry" within a year, wrote like a new life. It also arouses the desire to survive for the same reason.

Nietzsche, 28 years old this year, is a full professor at the University of Basel.

He was suffering physically, because he was diagnosed with syphilis by experts five or six years ago.

France.

Stefan Mallarme, who is well-known in the poetry world but has not yet written a masterpiece, shyly received a reader who came here for his fame. They talked about poetry and music day and night, and turned the rough things in the world into vivid The language speaks eloquently.

The other party cared about his life and sympathized with his orphan status. For a moment, Stefan Mallarme seemed to have regained the warmth of his family, as if he had seen the muse come to the world!

Stefan Mallarme's inspiration burst out, but he still couldn't keep the other party from leaving.

He could only see the note left by the other party the next day and cry bitterly.

Immediately, he went to make friends with another poet recommended by Aso Qiuye - Arthur Rimbaud.

The encounter between the two became a new chapter in history.

Russia.

"Demons" was serialized in a famous Russian literary newspaper.

Aso also sent telegrams to world-renowned Russian writers, and sincere rainbow farts to famous writers in distant countries two thousand kilometers away.

At first Mr. Dostoevsky, whose real name was extremely long in the telegram, was indifferent.

Later, he was moved by the enthusiasm (gold) love (money) of foreigners.

As a foreign editor, Ma Shengqiu also asked him for a manuscript, and paid a deposit in advance. He was very talkative in all aspects, which made Dostoevsky forget the feeling of being urged by an editor last time, and enjoyed the joy of spending money.As for the draft novel?That kind of thing can last a day is a day!

Immediately afterwards, Ma Shengqiu also hired members of the Russian gangsters to help come to the door to urge the manuscript.

Dostoevsky: "??!"

Tuo Weng of the [-]-dimensional dimension has experienced the darkness of this society.

Xiaoheiwu provides a one-stop service for draft reminders.

Under Aso Qiuya's "crazy" reminders, Stewed Pigeon Publishing House collected one work after another, and the turnover began to grow explosively.In order to live up to the works, there are professional translators who turn on the lights every day to read at night, and translate the works of major writers for Mr. Wang Qiu, who is very versatile, making this small publishing house famous overnight in Ireland.

Regardless of whether they are famous or not, all "fugitives" who can be contacted...wrong, "working writers" are all key contacts of Aso Akiya.

Ma Shengqiu also worked hard for the business of the publishing house at home and abroad. Correspondingly, Oscar Wilde received signatures of works by well-known writers or poets one after another in school, as if he made friends all over the world without leaving home.His classmates looked up to him, Bernard Shaw adored him, and even his parents were delighted to see their favorite author autographing.

Oscar Wilde was bitter and sour.

He likes to be famous, coquettish and fashionable, the premise is that he got it by himself!

"Autumn……"

"Don't look for them again..."

"I can write too...I can write poetry too..."

Oscar Wilde wept bitterly, despairing over the behavior of the dark-haired beauty no longer thinking about her family.

It is agreed not to go abroad!

—Oscar, I'll earn your travel expenses.

Promise to accompany him to grow up!

—Oscar, I will hire some writer teachers for you.

Agreed to hate the French!

—Oscar, I hate France, and I don't like the French, but there are some good French poets, and I shouldn't blame them.

It is agreed to learn to enjoy life and learn to love yourself!

——Oscar, I think it's pretty good now, and it's fun to be busy.

Oscar Wilde worked out every morning, shouting: "I hate foreign writers!"

Bernard Shaw ran beside him easily: "Why?"

Oscar Wilde was indignant: "Go abroad in autumn, or contact people abroad! Where did our well-known British writers go!"

Bernard Shaw whispered: "Maybe because the distance is relatively short, the living ones have been wiped out?"

Oscar Wilde staggered on the pavement.

Bernard Shaw thought for a while, and comforted him: "I heard that Qiu is concerned about the affairs of British writers. He has become famous in another way where we can't see it."

Oscar Wilde's head was dizzy and he felt deprived of oxygen: "Pretty?"

Bernard Shaw had a serious face: "No, how could you think of Mr. Wang Qiu like that!"

George Bernard Shaw said: "He is the only man nowadays who pays the debts of a famous author after his death, and ... he helps the living wife and children of the author."

Finding jobs for others, solving difficulties, relocating family members, etc., Ma Shengqiu has also done a lot of charity in addition to making money. If those literary giants know about it, they will definitely feel a little warmth.

Bernard Shaw thought of what the mysterious oriental man had done, and his heart surged.

"He's so kind!"

Then, Bernard Shaw added a sentence: "It's just a little eccentric, but I can understand it."

The operation was as fierce as a tiger, and the whole literary world was rejuvenated.

The name of Wang Qiu gradually developed towards the unspeakable "nightmare" in the European literary world.

There is a saying in the literary world: If a beautiful oriental reader comes to talk to you and express his admiration for you, please rest assured that the other party will never covet you except that you will be hollowed out. Anything that will make your net worth grow.

When Ma Shengqiu came back to his senses, he realized that he had forgotten to check the sutures.

For the first time, he discovered that press reminders are such a pleasant thing, even if his body cannot recover, he still found a little joy of "living"!

The only regret is——

Arthur Rimbaud did not look intimidated by him. As soon as he arrived in France, the other party would get news of him through various writer channels and take the initiative to find him to submit the manuscript.

Such a cooperative behavior made it difficult for Ma Shengqiu to say anything.

However, at the end of the year, he saw that Arthur Rimbaud's hair had lice again, and Ma Shengqiu also caught someone to a barber shop in Paris, France, and shaved him into a crew cut again.

Arthur Rimbaud didn't mind his falling blond hair, smiling brightly in the mirror.

"Autumn."

"Where's my Christmas present?"

The blond boy begged for it from the man in the suit who covered his face with bandages. Even if Santa's pockets were empty, he couldn't help conjuring up a gift to satisfy his childlike desire.

After the train derailment accident, he became so willful and unabashedly fond of him.

The awkwardness of misidentifying his father was all left behind by him.

What is wrong?

No!This is my dear father!

The other party would check poetry, persuade them to study, and care about the health of daily life. Even if he and Verlaine were not pleasing to the eye, they would still tolerate it silently.

Arthur Rimbaud's misunderstanding of Aso Qiuya became deeper and deeper, and he was not afraid of the other party's sarcastic remarks, thinking that this was the other party's "personality".After lighting up the skill of climbing up the pole, Arthur Rimbaud easily received the Christmas gift, even though the Christmas gift was a red apple bought from a roadside store, he ate it with great relish and did not take it back as a souvenir idea.

Ma Shengqiu also thought of the set of clothes and daily necessities he gave to Oscar Wilde last Christmas Eve, and couldn't help but fell silent.His contemporaries were different. Arthur Rimbaud's clothes were still old, barely enough to keep him warm, and he didn't wear much new clothes.

"Where's your money?"

"Spend it all, drink, eat, buy books, buy paper and ink."

"Where's Verlaine?"

"He, he spent Christmas with his wife."

Arthur Rimbaud snorted, disapproving, with unruly eyes, absorbing the life experience of freeing himself after coming to Paris, his personality became more and more unpredictable.

Paul Verlaine hated his wife and Rimbaud.

The fate of swinging from side to side——

almost.

Ma Shengqiu also stopped, and Arthur Rimbaud bumped into his shoulder without noticing. The young man developed rapidly, and the height of the two was almost equal in the blink of an eye.

Ma Shengqiu also said lightly, "If I guess correctly, you will meet Verlaine tonight."

Arthur Rimbaud whistled nonchalantly: "Yes."

Ma Shengqiu also said: "When you two are having sex, is it always you who is on top?"

Arthur Rimbaud's eyes widened in horror.

What is the problem!

Ma Shengqiu also sarcastically said: "Don't tell me, you were wiped out by him?"

Arthur Rimbaud immediately said: "No!"

Ma Shengqiu also said: "Very well, you are not allowed to be below. It is his fault that he deceived you, and it is your fault if you don't leave him, but you are not allowed to suffer in this regard."

Arthur Rimbaud was so scolded that he couldn't speak, and he was wronged.

Ma Shengqiu also couldn't say good things to Rimbaud's face, but he couldn't see him suffer.

The blond Rimbaud may be the equivalent of Verlaine in the Wenye world.

However, Lan Tang is definitely not Paul Verlaine who is on two boats in the movie world!

he thought sourly.

Even if the old relationship with the blond Verlaine rekindled, Lan Tang did not step on two boats at the same time, broke up when he wanted to break up, and stabbed when he wanted to. This is probably the most similar to Rimbaud.

Ma Shengqiu still dare not recall the accident of his own death.

Because—he was afraid that he would be stupid to death.

Because—he was afraid that what he wrote on the [book] was all his wish to reverse his name.

The person he wanted to kill, the person he wanted to love, the happy family he wanted...all disappeared, which made Ma Shengqiu curse the existence of the wishing props more than once.

"Ranbo, if it's possible...you don't have to do anything about getting involved in marriage anymore."

"Can't Qiu bear it?"

"Yes."

"Then I'll let Verlaine get a divorce."

Arthur Rimbaud gave freewheeling answers and showed considerable confidence.

Ma Shengqiu also had a little doubt, would things go so smoothly?

Arthur Rimbaud said abruptly: "If I succeed, will you call me by my first name? I mean—not the last name."

Aso Qiuya: "..."

Arthur Rimbaud complained: "Why do you always call me Rimbaud?"

Aso Qiuya: [I don't even want to call you Rimbaud...]

Ma Shengqiu also changed the subject: "Let."

The other party's full name is Jean-Nicolas Arthur Rimbaud.

When Arthur Rimbaud heard this, he kept protesting, and hugged half of the other party's body, "It's Arthur! It's Arthur, not Jean in the bad street in France!"

The passers-by on French Street are not happy anymore, what happened to the bad street, don’t say it!

the next day.

Because of the divorce from his wife.

Arthur Rimbaud and Paul Verlaine broke out sharp conflicts.

Paul Verlaine kept saying: "I can't divorce her. I have a family and children. If we lose money, we can't live!"

After all, I just don't want a divorce!

money?

I can live without money.

Arthur Rimbaud looked down on his half-heartedness, and left the residence directly, leaving behind Paul Verlaine who was wailing on the spot with a fruit knife pierced through his palm.

After asking around, Arthur Rimbaud, full of frustration, found Akiya Aso's place before sleeping on the street.

Arthur Rimbaud wanted to surprise the other party.

Excitedly, he took advantage of his flexible limbs and climbed in from the window on the third floor.

The room was blocked by curtains.

He sat on the edge of the window and pulled the curtains aside with a "swish".

The dimly lit room was stained with orange light, and half of it was illuminated by the setting sun before sunset.

Beside the bed, men's suit jackets, shirts and bandages were scattered.

The black-haired man was facing a mirror, his upper body was naked, and he checked his back. From the shoulders to the psoas, dense sutures made up a terrifying upper body.

On the back of the waist, sutures separated a blue and black tattoo.

He turned his face sideways, his face was flawless, and a horizontal line on his neck was shocking.

It's like being beheaded.

In the famous portrait of "Saint Sebastian", the beautiful man who was shot to death by random arrows because of his firm belief and refused the king's pursuit did not have such a cruel end.

This is being... dismembered!

Arthur Rimbaud's limbs were cold, and the smile froze on his face.

The dark-haired man seemed disturbed by the sunlight.

Eyelashes drooping like crow feathers were raised, pupils were pitch-black, corresponding to the horrifying body was the intact face, as if being favored alone.

"Yes, I'm sorry—I climbed to the wrong place!" Arthur Rimbaud immediately wanted to run away, and accidentally leaned back, and the whole person was about to fall out of the third floor, his hands were panicked and wanted to grab On the window sill, during the fall, a hand that was so cold that there was no temperature grabbed the ankle.

Ma Shengqiu was also terribly strong, dragging him up little by little.

He closed the curtains again, shrouded in darkness, and threw the blond boy who had climbed the dangerous place without authorization onto the bed, making the muffled sound of wooden boards colliding, successfully scaring him out of courage.

Arthur Rimbaud got up with a pain in his back and wept bitterly.

"I didn't do it on purpose! Verlaine refused to divorce, so I left him and came to you!"

"How do you persuade him to divorce?"

Ma Shengqiu also took off the mirror and was putting on his shirt.

Arthur Rimbaud blurted out: "I asked him to choose body or soul!"

Ma Shengqiu was also bound by invisible things, as if turning into a ghost for a moment, empty and weightless, ready to be swallowed by the darkness in the room at any time.

"What... did he choose?"

"Body. This guy loves the body and only believes in the relationship between the bodies!"

"If he chooses the soul, will you believe him?"

"will not!"

Arthur Rimbaud was infected by his calmness, his sense of fear was weakened, and his anger was ignited: "If he really chose my soul, then he should understand my character, put down the French family and walk with me." On the journey—”

Rimbaud's character is so extreme that it is comparable to Aso Qiuya.

"It's all or nothing!"

"I'm disgusted that he thinks of another person when he looks at me!"

These words penetrated Aso Qiuya's brain like lightning, and made Aso suddenly look at the angry Arthur Rimbaud, his eyes overlapped, and he met Lan Tang's obscure and inexplicable eyes.

【The last time I ask you, is it my soul that you love? 】

The wrong person.

More than Paul Verlaine.

……

The room was rustling, and seeing that there was no danger, Arthur Rimbaud plucked up his courage and asked Shuya Aso who was dressed, "Akiu...you...do you have my name on your back?"

"No."

"Anyone with the same name as me?"

"It was my lover who gave me $38."

"..."

"Looking at you, I always think of him, what do you think I should do with you?"

"—I'm going to help Verlaine bandage the wound!!!"

coincide!

It's all a coincidence!

Arthur Rimbaud finally understood the reason why the other party paid attention to him silently and refused to call his name.

The other party's lover is more ruthless than himself!

Hiss - 38 knives, but it only cuts the skin, and can't kill anyone?

This technique is like magic.