Started with a green hat for Verlaine

Transcendents have distinct personalities and each has its own characteristics. However, when the door of the restaurant was pushed open and a man with long black curly hair walked in, Aso Akiya couldn't look away.

Cold, thin, especially with a bleakness like fallen leaves in deep winter.

After Arthur Rimbaud returned to his motherland, he was no longer introverted to dull. The muscles under the skin remained relatively relaxed and unhurried, and he felt a sense of belonging from the heart after seeing his colleagues, seniors, and teachers.You must know that inside the port mafia, many old employees feel that Lantang cadres are too low-key, not vicious and powerful at all.

Arthur Rimbaud's attire has not changed much, the brows are more indifferent than before, the eye sockets have deepened a bit, and the eyelashes seem to be stained with melancholy.

That five-piece warm suit seems to be the biggest change left by him after amnesia: earmuffs, scarf, gloves, windbreaker with fleece in winter, and short snow boots.

"Attil, aren't you hot?"

Every acquaintance who saw him coming to the restaurant stopped their forks and their eyes were hot.

"It's cold."

Arthur Rimbaud avoided the air outlet of the air conditioner, sat in the corner of the teacher's dining table, and motioned for Chuya Nakahara to sit down together: "Mr. Chuya, just order whatever you want."

Zhongyuan Zhong also went to the French menu and said restrainedly: "Let me order a set meal."

Baudelaire pulled over the menu and introduced several French specialties to him. His fingertips slid across the menu as lightly as playing a piano.

He smiled to his grandson (?) and said, "When you come to France, you will treat it as your own home."

Central Plains is also not used to the distance of Baudelaire. The French have a scent of perfume on their bodies, exuding a strong sense of presence just like their personalities, unlike the Japanese who are not good at showing themselves.Feeling Baudelaire's kindness, he agreed to the other party's order, and the food was the same. It would be even better if he could eat something delicious.

The other transcendents in the restaurant communicated happily.

[This is Rimbaud's cub? 】

[It is said that the child was brought out in the Japanese base after he had a fight with Verlaine. 】

[As soon as he was born, he blew up the Yokohama Concession! 】

[According to my exclusive information, he has the same gravitational ability as Verlaine, and the two have a close relationship. It is possible that the Japanese government obtained Verlaine's information. 】

[The second Verlaine? 】

[He and Verlaine have a feud against his father, so it is better not to mention this name less. 】

[It's a pity, Verlaine... Actually, he's pretty good, this little guy doesn't develop very well at first glance, he's short, not as strong as us French. 】

[You are strong!We are slim! 】

"Mr. Lan Tang, it's your turn." Zhong Yuanzhong didn't know that Lao Di was picked up by others as soon as he came, and handed the menu to the man who was basking in the sun by the window.He couldn't tell whether it was cold sweat or hot sweat dripping from the other person's forehead, he just felt uncomfortable, that was not the behavior of normal people, and he would be treated with weird eyes wherever he went.

Zhong Yuan also stood up decisively and closed the curtains.

Facing the dissatisfied gaze from Arthur Rimbaud, he said confidently: "If you get too much sun, your skin will dry out, and your bags under the eyes are a little obvious."

Arthur Rimbaud: "..."

Baudelaire looked at the students' faces: "Be careful."

Arthur Rimbaud knows that 30 years old is a threshold for the French, either to grow old quickly, or to take time to recuperate themselves and retain the lost youth.

"I have a bad appetite, bring me a salad."

"Add some beef diced and tuna."

Baudelaire made additional supplements for the students, and said to the chef who came to receive them in person, the chef also said nostalgicly: "I haven't seen Mr. Rimbaud for a long time, and he looks not in good health. For the prosperity of our country, I will Would enrich the salad a bit."

Arthur Rimbaud had no time to stop him: "No—"

The French chef who specializes in cooking for them has prepared it drastically.

Central Plains also laughed secretly.

Arthur Rimbaud was distressed: "If you can't finish it, you will waste it."

Baudelaire dismissed his frugality: "I'd rather you eat a few more bites and fill up your miniature stomach." Baudelaire took off Arthur Rimbaud's gloves, checked his hands, and actually Checking mental state.

"Where have you been recently?"

"Russia, Japan, Huaguo, I was stopped as soon as I arrived in Huaguo."

Arthur Rimbaud mentioned his trip to Huaguo, his breath was a bit depressed, and he had the urge to grit his teeth: "They don't reject the French, they seem to be particularly concerned about the Twilight Pavilion, and they insisted on visiting, so they forced me to Ticket fees."

Baudelaire was curious: "How many tickets were sold?"

Arthur Rimbaud withdrew his hand and put on woolen gloves, "[-] Chinese coins each."

Baudelaire was itchy: "This quotation is too expensive!"

Arthur Rimbaud sighed, and was forced to learn a lot of ways to make money: "I have learned about their concert tickets, they are not expensive, ten thousand is equivalent to a VIP seat, since they like chasing stars and watching Golden House, I will Satisfy the wishes of the people of other countries and let them help me promote the resurrection, which just saves the trouble of exchanging currency."

The Central Plains had never known Huaguo before, so they secretly asked, "How much is that?"

Baudelaire replied enviously: "16 yen."

Zhongyuan Zhong also thought about it, ten tickets are 160 million, and one hundred tickets are 600 million... This is the legendary money begets money, will the rich only get richer?

"There are a lot of strong people over there, and they seem to be very interested in me and Qiu Ye." Arthur Rimbaud added before his large salad was served, "I think Qiu also will be very happy to know Well, that's the country he wants to visit."

When Baudelaire heard the second half of the sentence, he concealed his subtlety and glanced at Hugo.

Ma Shengqiu and Hua Guo.

What a mystery.

Victor Hugo listened to their conversation, and his mind flew to the distant fifteenth century. Esmeralda, who would cry when he saw the country of "Ming", seemed to be right in front of him.Esmeralda is a huge mystery. The more you get to know it, the more you find that you can only see the shadow of a beautiful woman and the gentle expression of the other party.

Arthur Rimbaud seems unaware of the teacher's potential exchange with Hugo.

Here comes the salad.

A big bowl, colorful, just like today's France, the streets are decorated with lights, the citizens are wrapped in national flags to cheer, and there will be a light show at night.

Arthur Rimbaud asked: "Teacher, what's the matter with that boy?"

Baudelaire laughed, "Are you even curious? Don't rush to leave, stay in Paris for a few more days, I think there will be interesting things inside."

Alexander Dumas heard the words and argued: "This matter must have nothing to do with me!"

Alexandre Dumas was at the side to help out: "Father is innocent."

Baudelaire glanced at the two of them: "It's hard to say, I don't think he will recognize you as his father for no reason." Speaking of this, Baudelaire sneered, "Smart people should also hug their thighs. Stave, at least Gustave raised Guy, among those of us present, Gustave probably has complete experience in raising children."

Gustave Flaubert was embarrassed, how could it involve himself?

Guy de Maupassant did not hesitate to praise: "Mr. Flaubert is the best teacher!"

After finishing her meal, Phantom put back the lower half of the mask, blocking the view of the surroundings, and said coolly, "What are you looking at?"

The other transcendents withdrew their gazes, feeling aggrieved. They were treated enthusiastically before, and they were given opera tickets and boxes, but now it is wrong to look at them.

Gustave Flaubert concluded the dinner.

"In the afternoon, it's the shift that should be shifted. If you want to watch the fun, go and help test the ability."

"Rousseau, you are in charge of keeping an eye on Voltaire. Don't let him go out. You'd better ask him if he knows a Frenchman named 'Verne'. The DNA test report of that boy proves that he is from our country. people without intermingling with other races."

"at last--"

"Prosperity to France! Long live France!"

There was no status in the restaurant, all the French people who ate cheered, and all threw their hats, and someone threw the gentleman's stick into the sky, hitting others.

"Oops!" "Whose stick!" "This hat is beautiful, it's mine!" "Haha—someone's wig fell off!"

Zhong Yuanzhong also stopped eating and went to see their festival.

That is love of country.

It is also difficult for the Central Plains to have the same sentiments towards Japan.

Arthur Rimbaud said objectively: "If I brought you to France in the year you were born, you would be one of them."

He touched Chuya Nakahara's black hat: "We are not that scary."

The Frenchman's eyes are filled with unforgettable pain, like a touch of green under the smog.

France can accommodate Paul Verlaine from the anti-government organization, and naturally it can accommodate Chuya Chuya from Japan with a blank sheet of paper. Paul decides the future for Chuya Chuya without authorization, and unilaterally does not want his brother to step into himself follow in the footsteps.

"Mr. Zhongye, it is the war that makes us harden."

"sorry."

"I apologize for treating you as the target of the mission. In my eyes at that time... there were only missions and no personal relationships. I didn't treat you as an independent person."

These words explaining the past came very late.

Nakahara Chuya smiled under the brim of his hat, and put the black hat into Mr. Lan Tang's hands, "Mr. Lan Tang, you can't lose the earmuffs, you should lose this."

"I don't know France, but—" the young man's blue eyes are full of firmness and brilliance under "correct education", "I will start to know it from the beginning! Use my own eyes to see what Mr. Lan Tang can love A country, a country where Dad can buy a house for us!"

"Mr. Lan Tang, come on, we are all waiting for Dad to come home!"

Even if the "resurrection" is far away, Central Plains will also worry about Arthur Rimbaud. No one knows what accident will happen to Arthur Rimbaud who is alone. One's love goes to fulfill the dream of resurrection.

Arthur Rimbaud's fingers trembled, his hands holding the black hat were afraid of wrinkling, so he relaxed his strength, and he was the last one to throw the black hat under the eyes of everyone.

It was originally a birthday present from Arthur Rimbaud to Paul Verlaine.

It was originally a token that Aso Qiuya mistook Arthur Rimbaud for.

Both are gone.

absurd.

absurd.

absurd.

Even though it is always missed by accident, misunderstood, and lost happiness by oneself, it carries the two most precious years of Arthur Rimbaud.

"Long live France..."

……

After a long time, Ma Shengqiu also forgot that in the blink of an eye, his eyes were so dry that they hurt, as if he was afraid of being hurt by the restaurant where the music ended, he quickly turned his head away.

[France accepts Arthur Rimbaud. 】

This is the original wish.

[Chuya...he...forgave Arthur Rimbaud, this kid knows right from wrong, does he think Arthur Rimbaud can still be a relative? 】

Ma Shengqiu also felt confused, and when he closed the book, his soul let out a weak cry.

【Who is wrong? Did I wrong Arthur Rimbaud? 】

【This is impossible! 】

[What he said to Paul Verlaine must have come from his mouth, not a fake fairy tale fabricated by Verlaine - I know him so well, but he betrayed me, on the surveillance map, Paul Verlaine met him at the airport up.

【I...do I need to review the whole thing? 】

【That [book], the legendary treasure, what exactly did my wish come true...】

Ma Shengqiu also suddenly realized the sense of disobedience.

"Why, I didn't see Paul Verlaine in the restaurant?"

"He was excluded?"

"Or...he's dead."

He suddenly wanted to laugh, and then he felt sad.

His body is arched, he is about to retch, and he is suffering from his own revenge. That is Paul Verlaine with blond hair and blue eyes in the Wenye world, who resembles Rimbaud's counterpart!

The powerful Norse god was pulled down by him and fell into the mud?

——I killed the wind?

This is the greatest absurd drama in the world.

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