Started with a green hat for Verlaine

United Kingdom.

There is an atmosphere of joy in the prisons used to detain criminals and people with special abilities.

After the negotiation above, the attendants of the clock tower agreed to release Oscar Wilde temporarily from prison for seven days, and George Bernard Shaw took the initiative to assume the responsibility of supervising the other party's return on time.

The person who came with Bernard Shaw was William Butler Yeats, both of whom were friends of Wilde, and Yeats had a special relationship: he made friends with Percy's cousin, Lionel Johnson, and received The other party's request, give Posey some help.

One stands for dismantling, and the other stands for reconciliation. Naturally, there are differences on the treatment of Oscar Wilde.

"God, I can't just go out like this, don't come and see me, I have a beard!"

"Oscar, no one cares about your looks."

"Mr. Bernard Shaw, give him a chance to take care of his appearance."

Yeats interceded for Wilde, Bernard Shaw frowned and looked at Yeats strangely.

[Don't you know the plan we discussed? 】

【Know. 】

[It's best to make the stinky Oscar Wilde dirty! 】

[Believe me, this trick is useless. 】

Yeats helped Oscar Wilde find a razor, and after Oscar Wilde ran to wash the mirror, Yeats lowered his voice and said to Bernard Shaw: "If he can't even shave his beard clean, he won't be released from prison. We cannot fail at the first step."

Bernard Shaw sighed: "You're right, I can't be too ruthless."

A cruel look appeared in Bernard Shaw's eyes.

Don't teach Alfred Douglas and Oscar Wilde a deep lesson this time, everyone disagrees!

"George Bernard Shaw, Yeats!" Oscar Wilde got rid of the half-year decadent atmosphere and walked quickly.His face became smooth and clean, and he was a few years younger. His shoulder-length golden soft curly hair grew a lot longer during the prison period. Because of the lack of hair stylist's care, the length of the hair tail was different, and the hair quality became more frizzy. The part that is torn off after the knot.

The water quality in British prisons is too hard!

He couldn't protect his hair and could only feel sorry for what it had become.

"Clothes! The suits I'm getting out of prison, preferably my scarlet tailoring from Savile Row, London! I'll wear it with a black shirt and silver girdle!"

"No."

Bernard Shaw coldly refused.

Oscar Wilde looked at Yeats eagerly, and Yeats was embarrassed: "I didn't bring any clothes, I think you look good in anything."

Oscar Wilde proudly said: "Of course I know that I suit everything!"

In the next second, he relaxed his expression, and timidly pulled the prison uniform on his body.

"It's too embarrassing to wear it out, even if you are a person who is going to the execution ground, you have the right to choose to wear the clothes you like before you die."

"...I'll get you a red suit at most."

"It doesn't matter! Bernard Shaw, red is fine, I love red!"

"Wait."

Bernard Shaw went out to get his suit, and Yeats couldn't help but mourn for his friend Oscar Wilde.

A quarter of an hour later.

Wearing a cheap red suit, Oscar Wilde stood on the streets of London, and passers-by glanced at this strangely handsome man with weird eyes.

He was flustered in the wind, and before he took a step, he lowered his head to look at the high heels on his feet.

There was a hole in the inferior stockings on her feet!

Ahhh! ! !

Oscar Wilde made a sound like a screaming chicken in his heart, and shrank his toes. His usually thick-skinned face was flushed with shame, and he immediately fled to a place where there was no one.

He groped all over his body, no mobile phone, no wallet, no money!

"I want to change my clothes, I must, right away!"

Goosebumps appeared all over his skin, and he couldn't accept that he was so "ugly".

However, Oscar Wilde, who had made friends all over the world, could not find an acquaintance to borrow money in London. Even if he found one, the other party would politely refuse, saying that he had no money.The waiter at the luxury store he often went to saw him at the door, like a cat seeing a mouse, lowered his head, not daring to take a second look at the big client who is now bankrupt.

Oscar Wilde was shunned by bank managers in London, and ordinary people either did not know Oscar Wilde or had been warned by their superiors.

——Don't be approached by him.

It took Oscar Wilde a day to experience poverty.

He couldn't find two bad friends, Bernard Shaw and Yeats, his bank card was frozen, and his house was sealed.He suspected that he had been pranked by the group. In order to fill his stomach, he went to a French restaurant to play the piano in exchange for an hour's salary.

Immediately afterwards, he went to buy a pair of good socks, and smoothed out the wrinkles on the red suit with the tap water from the bathroom. He was in a good mood and tried to dress himself decently.

"No one can beat me."

Oscar Wilde fiddled with the expression in the mirror, still showing a confident aura.

He walked out of the bathroom of the shopping mall, changed the change, and went to the public phone booth to make a call.None of the colleagues' phones could be reached, as if laughing at his unlucky status quo.

He complained a few words: "I know I did something wrong, but I did it to protect Posy. It is impossible for a man to give up his lover."

He dialed Percy's cell phone number.

There were two beeps, but no one answered the phone.

"Has Posey's mobile phone number been changed?" Oscar Wilde's heart tugged. His parents died during the war. As an only child, he had no younger siblings and could not enjoy much family affection. very heavy.

While in prison, don't look at him scolding Posey, thinking that Posy is too stupid, but he can't tolerate other people bullying Posy, and forced Posy to take all the charges.

Oscar Wilde murmured: "Otherwise, I'll try Cousin Percy's number..."

Suddenly, he keenly heard the mobile phone ringing from far to near.

It was a string of familiar British harmonica sounds.

He turned around in surprise.

"Posey!"

Oscar Wilde's favorite and most helpless lover is standing not far away.

Alfred Douglas looked at the downcast Wilde in shock.

After being kicked out of the house by his father, Alfred Douglas lived with his cousin. From time to time, he saw his cousin having parties with many people with different abilities. look.

Alfred Douglas became famous because of Oscar Wilde, and was shunned because Oscar Wilde was denied the transcendent treatment.

He thought that he was dismissive, as long as he got love.

Britain cannot accommodate Oscar Wilde, they can go abroad, go abroad, go to every place that can accommodate them, he will become the only lover, lover, and even partner of the other party, occupy all the love of the other party, and drive away those rotten peach blossoms .

All these thoughts cracked after he saw Wilde playing the piano in the restaurant.

Inappropriate suits.

Untidy and shiny blond hair.

On the ladies' high-heeled shoes, the black stockings that wrap the toes have signs of damage.

This man no longer looks like a domineering sun god, nor a transcendent who enjoys the prosperity of the world and the power of life and death.

He faintly heard other people's discussions in the restaurant, saying that something must have happened to this man, otherwise, how could he be so depressed.

The only thing that hasn't changed is the confidence in Oscar Wilde's brow and eyes.

Alfred Douglas watched him receive his salary, and after a while, he walked out of the restaurant box on the second floor in a daze.He didn't officially meet Oscar Wilde until he saw the other party dialing his number and the mobile phone betrayed his whereabouts.

Oscar Wilde hugging Alfred Douglas.

Alfred Douglas was confused: "Oscar, why do you look like this?"

Oscar Wilde said frankly: "My colleagues play tricks on me."

"Do you know that you have been deprived of the title of Transcendent?" Alfred Douglas didn't quite believe it, would other Transcendents embarrass Wilde so much?

Oscar Wilde smiled wryly, "So cruel."

Take it away, take it away.

It would be better if the British government could stop sending him to work.

Oscar Wilde cheered up: "It's okay, I can become a painter and try other professions, nothing in this world can stop me Wilde!"

Alfred Douglas finally smiled reassuringly upon hearing this.

He cupped Wilde's face and kissed it.

"I'll accompany you!"

For a moment, Oscar Wilde felt the long-lost happiness.

Years of love will blossom and bear fruit one day.

"Ah, wait a minute! Posy, I haven't been officially released from prison. I was only allowed to go out for a week. If I want to start again, I need to wait until my sentence is over."

"How long will it take in total?"

"Two years... maybe."

Oscar Wilde put numbers carefully.

Alfred Douglas was not afraid at all. For two years, when Oscar was away, he could play outside alone.

"Let's get married while we have time! You have to give me an answer!"

"...I am under surveillance and cannot go abroad."

"..."

Alfred Douglas stared at him, and Oscar Wilde laughed: "If you are willing to wait for me, are you afraid of this time?" After getting along for a long time, he inevitably became resistant to Posey's appearance , but still think that Posy is the cutest at the moment, and his eyes are round and harmless, "Dear Posy, even if I am poor, I will give you the last coin in my pocket."

Oscar Wilde put the sterling he earned from playing the piano into the palm of his lover.

"Next time, stop being jealous of anyone."

"I love you."

"Let us spend a short week and accumulate enough expectations for the future."

Alfred Douglas clenched the pound, the sweetness is self-evident.

What he seized was not money, but Wilde's heart.

He didn't make a mistake!

Oscar Wilde nailed his lover and said eagerly, "Posey, do you have any money? I need a new suit."

Alfred Douglas raised his head: "Go! Let's go shopping!"

This time Alfred Douglas couldn't afford Wilde's consumption.

Oscar Wilde made a beeline for the best tailors in London.

Alfred Douglas paid the deposit, and his scalp was numb for the final payment later. Of course, it would be no problem to exchange the money for him when he was rich, but now he is poor!

Oscar Wilde said, "I'll order two!"

Alfred Douglas interrupted him: "Oscar, you only have a week! No need to dress up!"

Oscar Wilde saw something was wrong and agreed.

Walking out of the tailor shop, he asked Posy: "What's wrong? My property has been frozen, but the money I gave you should still be there."

Alfred Douglas frets: "It's long gone!"

Oscar Wilde was surprised: "You gambled all?"

Alfred Douglas stepped on him, "In your eyes, am I a person who likes to gamble? It's just an amateur pastime among nobles. I'm not addicted to it. It's just that I need money for my usual expenses. You should Is it free for me to go to people with supernatural powers for beauty services? I don’t want to grow old early.”

Oscar Wilde felt a rare tinge of heartache.

Not for anything else.

He used to help Posey maintain his appearance through portraits before, but he didn't know that Posy would find people with supernatural powers to spend money to take advantage of him in private.

"You must have been tricked..."

Not only this incident, the two had troubles over eating and drinking. Oscar Wilde didn't want to live with Percy's cousin, so the two lived in the best hotel in London. Who knew that he overestimated the value of Percy's For the money, Alfred Douglas directly asked the hotel to send the bill to the Douglas family and asked his father to pay.

In Alfred Douglas's view, his father would definitely sell Wilde a bit of face, and would not force himself to get engaged again.

The ending can be imagined——

Marquis Douglas, who had awakened the idea of ​​"the enemy of homosexuality", objected angrily, and said to the people in the hotel: "I don't know anyone who lives in the hotel, you can ask him for money!"

Oscar Wilde and Alfred Douglas were kicked out of the hotel.

For the first time in my life, I can't afford housing!

Shame and lose face.

Oscar Wilde blankly: "Posey... where's your money?"

Alfred Douglas became furious and shouted: "Isn't it because I spent all my custom-made suits! That old man who turned his back on his promise forced me to get engaged. I refused, so he cut off the financial support from the Douglas family, even my mother's. Don't even give me money!"

Oscar Wilde immediately felt guilty and breathed a sigh of relief.

Percy turned down the engagement.

"Don't worry, wait for me to come out... No, let's find my friend, so that Marquis Douglas will not dare to persecute you."

Oscar Wilde took lovers to other friends.

Everyone refused, it was okay to help Wilde, but not to help Percy.

"Wilde, this is a private matter of the Douglas family."

"His father wants him to get married, so how can I change it? It doesn't seem to be the same thing if we say it. We can't afford to offend the Marquis."

"Wilde, don't associate with him anymore, the rumors from above are not very good."

"You are stubborn, and you didn't realize that other transcendents ignored you, and you were the only one who enjoyed it, thinking that your lover is something good!"

"To be honest, you might as well dump him and find a lover."

"Status and lover, you can only choose one of the two."

What each friend said made Oscar Wilde half cold.

This means that the top British officials want them to break up.

Alfred Douglas couldn't bear it anymore, and cried, "Oscar, let's go abroad! Get out of this damn country!"

Oscar Wilde stroked his shoulder: "I don't want identity and status, I would rather be an ordinary person in this country."

Alfred Douglas was dizzy and almost unsteady when he heard it, he slapped his hands away: "I thought what you said before was a joke, if you are not a transcendent, but an ordinary person with nothing, you Think you can woo me?"

Oscar Wilde asked confidently, "Why not."

He is full of confidence!

In terms of skill, he has been on the battlefield, in terms of talent and language ability, he killed Posey in seconds, and in terms of ability, he has a photographic memory and is well-informed. He is definitely a genius in the eyes of ordinary people.

Alfred Douglas laughed furiously.

"Well, you're right. What if England doesn't allow us to marry?"

"A marriage contract, I can write it to you at any time."

"What I want is international recognition! It's like the marriage between Akiya Aso and Arthur Rimbaud, the one that the Spanish government can publicly declare!!"

"Those are the results of international transactions, not as pure as you think."

"Oscar!"

Alfred Douglas pushed away the man he had been waiting for.

He felt so meaningless.

A grand love, in the end, choose to be an ordinary person?

After so many years of hard work, what he got was Oscar Wilde, who had lost his status and stayed in the UK in bleak glory?

"It's no fun if you're no longer Wilde at the top."

Alfred Douglas lowered his head, restrained his trembling with anger, and spoke cold and ruthless words with the most deceptively beautiful appearance.

He has never been a lord that ordinary people can touch.

He has a noble blood that has been passed down for 700 years, and his ancestors have been rich for dozens of generations. In Europe, the only people who can make him bow his head are the transcendent and the high-level governments of various countries.Even if he is penniless, as long as his father dies, as the youngest son, he will be the next Marquess Douglas. What kind of wealth and partner will he have?

All he wants is to conquer the transcendent and have an interesting love affair.

"Slap——" Slapped Oscar Wilde, Alfred Douglas let out a sigh of frustration for many years, turned around with a sneer and left.

"Thank you for letting me understand what kind of person you are. I'm tired and don't want to spend any more time on you!"

"You can do whatever you want, sleep with anyone you want, and be the aesthetic lover you call yourself. I remember that the nephew of the British Deputy Minister of the Treasury and the grandson of the Governor General of Canada are still waiting for you. "

"I won't stop you anymore."

"Oscar Wilde, how blind I am to be with you!"

"ordinary?"

"That's what I hate the most!"

Oscar Wilde was beaten into a daze.

Those eyes that were always filled with a smile were suddenly frozen at this moment.

……