Started with a green hat for Verlaine

London, England.

A male couple traveled to an unexpected place.

"Rimbaud, didn't you say that you have been to London and you are familiar with it?" Paul Verlaine had a bitter face, unable to describe the difficulty of leading Rimbaud to find the way around.

"I've been here!" Arthur Rimbaud plausibly said, "I had an accident in England last time. Didn't you see me lying on the hospital bed and limping for a long time?"

Paul Verlaine raised his forehead, because French is widely circulated in Europe, they don't have to face language problems for the time being, but they will inevitably feel inconvenient when traveling.Arthur Rimbaud can only speak the simplest spoken language, Paul Verlaine is better than him, knows everyday language, and the two stumbled to find their French compatriots who had fled to England.

In recent years, many French people have participated in the Paris Commune. In order not to be sentenced, they went to England in exile, and Arthur Rimbaud, who was imprisoned, received some kind of "hero" medal.

With the blond teenager's past feats of prison time, he was popular with these people.

Friend of Victor Hugo's son.

Participants of the Paris Commune and witnesses of the curtain down.

The young French poet, the same-sex partner of Paul Verlaine, and more.

These titles are piled up on Arthur Rimbaud. Even if his character is not very likable, it is a bit disgusting to be precise. Be brave and fearless.

Arthur Rimbaud and Paul Verlaine went shopping in London and successfully rented a house to live in. Under the recommendation of Paul Verlaine, they went to meet the exiled French painter Félix Regame.Felix Regame also painted a picture of Rimbaud, whose face was almost covered by a top hat he bought in London for 10 shillings, given that Rimbaud was impatient and dozing off.

Then, the two got clues from other people in France through Regame, and visited one French compatriot after another, and Arthur Rimbaud's reputation spread accordingly.

The rented house was a bit cramped, but the money Paul Verlaine brought was obviously enough, so that their standard of living in London was not too bad.

Arthur Rimbaud and Paul Verlaine lived a free life.

Afterwards, they found a literary job teaching Latin, so that the news of Wang Qiu spread throughout Britain and France. Arthur Rimbaud still found out about each other through newspapers, and shouted excitedly: "Vienna World Expo ,I also need to go!"

Paul Verlaine poured cold water on him: "We don't have enough money to live on."

You can also know from the newspapers that the accommodation and prices in Vienna are ridiculously high.

"Look, Mr. Wang Qiu is there!" Arthur Rimbaud pasted the newspaper on Verlaine's face, asking Verlaine to pay for the trip. Verlaine couldn't help but miss his weak wife far away in France, and read the newspaper aggrievedly, and then , his eyes widened into copper bells.

"This is Princess Sissi and Wang Qiu?"

Someone in the newspaper took pictures of the Queen of Austria and Wang Qiu.

Because of the bad angle, only Wang Qiu's side was photographed, which perfectly reflected the slender figure of the oriental man in a white tuxedo, just like the person in the painting.

Paul Verlaine saw him without a face bandage for the first time!

Dare to love this person is not disfigured!

"Don't you want to go? Don't you want to take a look?" Arthur Rimbaud kept doing ideological work with Paul Verlaine, and accidentally said the truth, "I miss him so much. I came to England to see him. his!"

Paul Verlaine withdrew his admiration for the Orientals and looked at Rimbaud suspiciously.

Miss Wang Qiu?

Didn't you come to England to travel with me?

Paul Verlaine asked: "Rimbaud, I don't think he is very old, he is in his twenties at most. Why do you regard him as an elder?"

Arthur Rimbaud poked Verlaine's waist with his fingers, and Verlaine straightened his body immediately.

Arthur Rimbaud smiled evilly: "What are you suspecting?"

Paul Verlaine's face darkened: "You are too close to him."

Arthur Rimbaud immediately sneered: "Fool, idiot! Suspicious! How could I fall in love with Mr. Wang Qiu, you old man is more or less empathetic!"

From the time Arthur Rimbaud got to know Wang Qiu to seeing his true face, he had a vague premonition of what kind of person the other party was—a person who would be unwilling if he was far away, and who would be trapped if he was close.

For freedom and happiness, Arthur Rimbaud respects Mr. Wang Qiu.

That is the one who protects himself like a father.

"Go, or not!"

"……go."

Paul Verlaine, furious at being scolded, agreed spinelessly when he answered.

Who made Rimbaud too fierce.

Arthur Rimbaud hugged his waist, threw himself on the bed like a naughty little monkey, and made Verlaine laugh again, Verlaine muttered: "Be careful we sleep on the street."

Arthur Rimbaud bit his ear: "No, Mr. Wang Qiu rented a hotel."

Paul Verlaine: "?"

Arthur Rimbaud cheered: "All writers are free, let's grab a spot!"

After leaving the house, Arthur Rimbaud and Paul Verlaine went to Vienna.

But not long after arriving, Paul Verlaine suffered from diarrhea due to dietary problems and his poor physical fitness as Rimbaud.Arthur Rimbaud was worried about cholera at first, and he was terribly afraid. Later, after a doctor's diagnosis and treatment, he found that it was caused by eating expired food during the journey.

This time it was Arthur Rimbaud who took care of Verlaine, showing the patience to take care of his sister at home, which really touched Verlaine.

Arthur Rimbaud said bluntly: "I am repaying your care for me."

The blond boy sitting on the edge of the bed rolled up his trouser legs, leaving an irreversible scar on his calf. Rimbaud, who has inconvenient legs, was cared for by Verlaine for a long time.

Paul Verlaine smiled: "Can you cook for me?"

Arthur Rimbaud immediately turned his face: "Go and eat the hospital canteen!"

Paul Verlaine covered his face.

Paul Verlaine managed to recuperate from his illness and stopped his diarrhea. Arthur Rimbaud couldn't wait to take people to the hotel where Wang Qiu was staying, but the result—there was no one there.

Arthur Rimbaud was dull: "Wang Qiu... is gone."

Paul Verlaine suppressed a smile and patted Rimbaud on the shoulder, saying that the World Expo still needs to be seen.They bought tickets again to participate in the World Expo, and gained a new understanding of Wang Qiu's reputation.Looking at the Danube in Vienna and listening to the "Blue Danube", they dissipated their worries, visited exhibits from many countries, and were shocked by art and technology one after another.

"The elevators launched in the United States are so convenient! No need to climb stairs!"

"Rimbaud, I think the electric cooker is more practical."

"Weapons are also very powerful!"

"Rimbaud... why do you pay attention to those violent objects, don't touch the guns, isn't the statue of Venus beautiful?"

"Venus with a broken hand is more attractive to me."

Arthur Rimbaud made faces at Verlaine and ran to the exhibition hall in Asia.

Japanese culture and art are very interesting, and then the handicrafts of the Qing Dynasty. Artille Rimbaud has a strong interest in these two countries.

Mr. Wang Qiu is from an Asian country, and he claims to be Chinese, probably before the Qing Dynasty.

Paul Verlaine was attracted by the other side, and he couldn't avoid the astonishment of a countryman entering the city: "Rimbaud, come and see! These engineers have created an artificial waterfall!"

Arthur Rimbaud looked, only feeling that he was in the tide of the times.

It's changing every day, and something new is popping up every day.

Intoxicating.

In late July, Ma Shengqiu was also brought to court several times. Many writers at the Vienna World Expo were outraged and expressed their support for Wang Qiu.Arthur Rimbaud and Paul Verlaine were no exception. The two even had a close relationship. Paul Verlaine asked Rimbaud anxiously: "What if we are brought to court?"

Arthur Rimbaud did not support Verlaine's bad behavior at home, and said coldly: "So you can stop torturing your wife and give her a freedom."

Paul Verlaine didn't seem to understand the implication of "divorce".

"I want to go back and see Matilda."

"You are joking?"

"I'm serious, Rimbaud! It's been a long time since we've been out. Little George probably called his father at home. I want to go back and appease them."

"..."

Artille Rampoppi laughed.

The two fought coldly for several days.

It dragged on to the first ten days of August, and Arthur Rimbaud was tired of Paul Verlaine's half-heartedness, and proposed the idea of ​​returning to France. He vowed that it was definitely not that he had no money to stay.

The prices in Vienna are also terrible!

Arthur Rimbaud, who bought a lot of interesting things, left with the package.

Back in Paris, Paul Verlaine was abandoned by Arthur Rimbaud on the pier, and he walked home alone as usual. When he got home, he was mentally prepared to face the indifferent eyes of Matilda's family. Material heard Matilda laughing at a man.

For a moment, Paul Verlaine felt green on his head.

"The foreign medicine given by my husband is very effective. I no longer have a headache. And this electric fan on the table is very fun. George and I are also much cooler."

Matilda took care of the children at home, so it was inconvenient to go out, and her missing husband went to hang out with Rimbaud. Her greatest pleasure every day was waiting for Mr. Wang Qiu to visit her neighbors. The neighbors all praised Mr. Wang Qiu for his enthusiasm and enthusiasm. Kind.

After all - there are too few neighbors who can bring gifts to the door every day.

"Next year, I will give you an electric fan." Ma Shengqiu also said softly, "By then you and your maid will not have to worry about it."

Matilda looked forward: "It must be very expensive, I can buy it with money."

Ma Shengqiu also persuaded: "Take it as an experiment for me to see if it works."

Matilda was surprised, and admired the Oriental even more: "Is it the property of Mr.?"

Ma Shengqiu also nodded.

Matilda wanted to cover her heart like a noble woman, she was so surprised that she fainted, but Ma Shengqiu also said with a smile: "Great joy and great sorrow are not good for your health. Madam, keep a calm heart and be full of enthusiasm for life. Your body It will get better naturally."

Matilda was angry: "As long as he doesn't come home, I'm in a good mood."

Paul Verlaine, fully dressed and returning home, interrupted the conversation with a cough.

"Matilda, I'm back."

"..."

Matilda was caught straight, her face turned pale, she glanced at Paul Verlaine with disgust, stood up, lifted her long skirt and said, "Welcome back, I'll go upstairs to see George."

After finishing speaking, she ignored the two men on the first floor and walked away.

She lost all interest in seeing Mr. Wang Qiu seductive.

It can be seen from this that Paul Verlaine's lethality to her was enormous.

Ma Shengqiu was also sitting on the sofa, with a relaxed expression, not unhappy about being neglected by the hostess, and his graceful oriental face made him like a gentle breeze in summer.

Paul Verlaine was slightly absent-minded, his heart was shocked, the real person was better looking than the newspaper!The oil painting that the Austrian artist painted for Wang Qiu and Princess Sissi could only depict seven points, and lacked some of the unique temperament of oriental people.

"You...Mr. Wang Qiu, do you smoke cigarettes?" Paul Verlaine subconsciously took out the cigarettes he carried with him, and met this man alone by entertaining friends.

"No, did Rimbaud go back to Paris with you?" Ma Shengqiu also refused.

"En." Paul Verlaine nodded dully, Ma Shengqiu also made sure that he came back alone without Rimbaud, and left politely.

Anyone who is familiar with him will find that Ma Shengqiu is also quite indifferent to Paul Verlaine, as if a French poet is not as worthy of attention as the other party's wife.

This violated Aso Qiuya's previous style.

At night, Paul Verlaine regretted that Matilda actually slept in a separate bed with him and left him in the master bedroom, while she took the child to the mother's room.

Unable to fall asleep, Paul Verlaine turned on the light to look outside. Suddenly, he noticed a sneaky shadow outside the wall of the neighbor's house.

Paul Verlaine was on the verge of calling out a thief!

Fortunately, he recognized the identity of that person in time, this blond hair, this clothes...

"Rimbaud—?!"

Paul Verlaine's eyes bulged.

Arthur Rimbaud seemed to have a sympathy with his boyfriend at home, glanced at Verlaine's house, continued to struggle, climbed up the window on the second floor, and sneaked into Mr. Wang Qiu's house.

Then, there was a burst of howling and howling.

The lights on the second floor were turned on, and Arthur Rimbaud crawled out of the window on the second floor pitifully as if kicked by the owner of the house, and went down as he came up.

The door on the first floor was opened, and Ma Shengqiu came out to welcome the guests.

"Rimbaud, don't you have a place to live?"

"Ok!"

Arthur Rimbaud dragged his salute out of the corner.

Ma Shengqiu also looked at his big and small bags, subtly feeling like Lan Tang who returned from shopping, but it was a pity that Arthur Rimbaud's local flavor was not comparable to Lan Tang.

It's just a nice face...

Gee.

Ma Shengqiu also took home the return salute for the uneasy Arthur Rimbaud, and took this guy into the house.Then, he hung a handwritten sign on the door of the house, showing that he didn't want to get involved in scandals to a certain extreme.

[The French poet Rimbaud visited me today, not to recruit prostitutes, please do not spread rumors! --Autumn. 】

no way.

The beautiful boy with blond hair and blue eyes climbed the wall to find him, it was too easy for those staring at him to misunderstand him.

In the middle of the night, Paul Verlaine came downstairs in his pajamas. He walked up to the sign and took a closer look, laughing. He added a sentence below with a pen: [I live next door, and I will closely monitor their movements. Please people of Paris. Don't worry - Verlaine. 】

……

The next day, three people became famous in the newspaper.

The Paris Daily described the wooden sign as reassuring to the people of Paris. After reading the newspaper, Oscar Wilde was so mad that he immediately rushed to the house where he was supposed to avoid suspicion.

"I want to live in too—!"

Among the writers who have a good relationship with Aso Qiuya, only Jules Verne is extremely calm.

Write every day, away from editors.

Jules Verne devoted himself to writing "The Mysterious Island", and has completed more than [-] words. He could not hear Gabriel Verne's cry in Wenye World: 【Master!I want to see my mother, I want my mother! 】

It's the worst kind of coquettish and whimpering from a child, master or something.

……