Started with a green hat for Verlaine

After Oscar Wilde came, he was full of resentment.

However, he was delighted when he saw the languid Arthur Rimbaud occupying part of Akiya's house, a true French beauty!

He had seen Rimbaud with a cane in Ireland, and knew that Rimbaud and Verlaine had signed a contract with Stewed Pigeon Publishing House.

Yes, Oscar Wilde liked Paul Verlaine's poems, but that didn't prevent him from having great opinions on Paul Verlaine's face.

He thought the other party was too ugly, and wanted to complain once he saw him.

"Rimbaud, thank you for opening the door. Is your leg okay?" Oscar Wilde put the flowers he bought into a vase, leaned over to care about Arthur Rimbaud, and got the other party's attention.

Arthur Rimbaud thought: Mr. Wang Qiu seems to take care of Oscar Wilde?What a british bastard!

"It's okay to walk." Arthur Rimbaud disliked him and ran over, "What are you doing here?" Arthur Rimbaud had a sense of crisis towards Wilde. This guy looked a lot thinner, well-dressed, barely a talent , the mind towards Mr. Wang Qiu may not be normal.

Oscar Wilde beaming: "I will protect Qiu!"

Arthur Rimbaud was disdainful from the bottom of his heart, and said: "What is your relationship with Mr. Wang Qiu?"

Oscar Wilde replied: "My friend."

Feeling weak, Oscar Wilde tried to occupy the home court position: "Rimbaud, why do you keep asking me these questions that everyone knows, I remember your 'good relationship' with Verlaine, why did you show up alone, where is Verlaine? "

Arthur Rimbaud was upset: "Why do you mention him? I have no place to live, and Mr. Wang Qiu took me in."

"That's it." Oscar Wilde said generously, "You are a poet signed by our publishing house. If you encounter difficulties in the future, remember to come to me and I will treat you!"

Arthur Rimbaud's eyes turned cold, and he felt that the other party was showing luxury in front of him.

Who wants your stinky money.

Isn't it just born in a good family?

Arthur Rimbaud watched Oscar Wilde go upstairs to find Mr. Wang Qiu. He couldn't read the book in his hand and threw it aside, feeling very depressed.Compared with the unknown Oscar Wilde, Arthur Rimbaud has good looks, fame, and talent, but which of the two of them is more important to Mr. Wang Qiu, this kind of thing can be known by a discerning eye.

On the second floor, Oscar Wilde kept laughing and talking with Aso Qiuya, which stimulated Arthur Rimbaud, who was eager to get affection from Aso Qiuya.

Arthur Rimbaud sat on the sofa with his knees hugged, and said aggrievedly, "Give me a cold face when I come."

Countless times, he dreamed that the day the train overturned, he was rushed over by a black-haired man recklessly, protecting him in his arms, resisting the powerful impact of the passengers being thrown away.

Unable to move with a broken leg, bleeding from his leg and having an emotional breakdown, he watched as the dark-haired man frantically tried to save his life.Only Mr. Wang Qiu at that time was real and strong, and he told Arthur Rimbaud by running to the hospital overnight on his back: I will not give up on you, so you should not give up on yourself either.

If Mr. Wang Qiu on the train was a calm savior, then in the hospital, this man refreshed Arthur Rimbaud's cognition and became his guardian.

All kinds of anti-virus and sterilization, doctors and nurses accompanying the bed, measuring body temperature day and night, worrying about inflammation, even the richest nobleman could not enjoy the treatment of his illness.

That is all care from body to mind.

Mr. Wang Qiu accompanied him through the seven-day difficulty with the tenderness and meticulousness that he could cry.

Seven days later...

Mr. Wang Qiu fooled Verlaine over and ran away by himself!

Artille Rimbaud's teeth were itching, and he wished that such days could be prolonged, so as to touch Mr. Wang Qiu's sincerity as much as possible. How could Verlaine be fooled?

The more he listened to the voice upstairs, the more Arthur Rimbaud admired and hated Wilde.

He gave a fierce "Wow" to the upstairs.

On the second floor, Oscar Wilde was startled by the barking of large dogs, and mistakenly thought that he hadn't closed the door properly, and a French stray dog ​​broke in, "Qiu, I'll go down and close the door!"

Ma Shengqiu didn't say any guesses, and agreed with a smile.

In order to protect himself, Oscar Wilde borrowed the cane that Ma Shengqiu had placed beside the table, and ran down aggressively.

However, Oscar Wilde found no dog downstairs.

"Rimbaud, was there a dog just now?"

"ran away."

Arthur Rimbaud crossed his legs on the sofa.

For lunch, Akiya Aso cooked food for three people. As always, Oscar Wilde liked to show off his experience in Ireland, and Versailles came in front of the French.

"Qiu, I don't know if I don't inquire. Irish writers also like you very much. Among the writers who made a statement for you, there are five female writers and two male writers! Scolding those who sued you, and I was speaking for you at Trinity College, and my classmates were eager to meet you..."

Balabala kept talking.

Where there was Wilde, the social discourse was either dominated by him or diffused by others.

Arthur Rimbaud listened patiently to the Englishman's chatter.

Ma Shengqiu also got used to it, and persuaded Wilde to eat more food. Wilde, who was in the stage of weight loss and dieting, said worriedly: "I want to maintain my weight. Bernard Shaw said that I can't eat too much meat, and I will gain weight easily. Qiu, you can do something different for me next time." Flavorful salad bar."

Ma Shengqiu also said softly, "Okay."

Oscar Wilde cut a small piece of tender and juicy steak and put it on the dinner plate of the other party. In the lunch of the three of them, Aso Qiu didn't prepare his own steak, "You should try it too. In Ireland, you Even if I don’t have an appetite and cook for me alone, I’m also sad.”

Ma Shengqiu also accepted Wilde's wish: "Okay."

Arthur Rimbaud's eyes were green.

Mr. Wang Qiu often cooks for Oscar Wilde?This is living together!

"You live together in Ireland . . . ?"

"Yes."

Before Aso Qiuya could speak, Oscar Wilde said proudly, "My apartment next to the school was bought by Qiu and given to me."

"Ranbo, don't tell me." Oscar Wilde realized later, afraid that the news media would catch this matter and bully Wang Qiu, "We are living together in a normal relationship. He taught me French, and I taught him German. Learn from each other what the other doesn't know."

Arthur Rimbaud smiled stiffly: "Yes."

Aso Qiuya's eyes moved slightly, and he could see Rimbaud's repressed displeasure. However, Wilde's attitude towards the French beauty was very good, and he didn't see the rapid decline in Rimbaud's favorability at all.

"Oscar, if you don't eat it, the steak will be cold."

The word "Oscar" proves Wilde's status in Aso Qiuya's heart.

Arthur Rimbaud suddenly raised his head and complained with his eyes: 【You never called me Arthur! 】

Ma Shengqiu also turned a blind eye: "Ranbo, you can't stay here for a long time. I'm easy to be stared at by the French media. If you are short of money, I will help you find a job."

Arthur Rimbaud lost his temper and blurted out: "Doesn't he have to look for a job?"

Ma Shengqiu also said calmly: "Oscar is a student, he has pocket money from his parents, even if the pocket money is not enough, my money is his."

Arthur Rimbaud lowered his head and cut the steak resentfully.On the other side, it was my turn to give him a house and pocket money, not only to drive him out, but also to urge him to find a job in Paris.

The same is the attitude of the elders towards the younger generation, the difference between good and bad is too obvious!

When Oscar Wilde was about to drink soup, Arthur Rimbaud suddenly patted the table, the table was so powerful that the iron spoon in the soup bowl jumped out like a fish.

Hit Wilde in the face.

This is one of Arthur Rimbaud's exclusives.

Oscar Wilde was stunned, the soup slid down his face: "..."

Arthur Rimbaud said quickly: "I'm sorry, I just saw a mosquito land on the table, I took a picture, and I will take it back for you!"

"Boom—" He patted the table for the second time, and the food on the table jumped.

Oscar Wilde's iron spoon jumped into Aso's soup bowl, soiling the food.

Aso Qiuya: "..."

Oscar Wilde understood this time and said angrily, "Rimbaud!"

Arthur Rimbaud apologized again and again: "I took the wrong location again. You two have such a good relationship, and you all share the steak. I sure don't mind having another sip of soup."

Oscar Wilde subconsciously went to see Qiu.

Ma Shengqiu also stood up, put away their soup bowls and iron spoons: "I'll go change a bowl."

In the dining room, only Arthur Rimbaud was left drinking soup leisurely.

Oscar Wilde couldn't understand his behavior, and no one but Rimbaud would be less polite at lunch: "Cho won't like you when you're so rude."

Arthur Rimbaud retorted: "What do I want him to like me for!"

Oscar Wilde's eyes widened, "Thanks to your good looks, you are not polite at all."

Arthur Rimbaud sneered: "I'm just a countryman, not as good as you. If you want me to say, you should also be self-aware and go back to England with your tail between your legs. France is not a place to take care of children. You talk loudly in front of me." , It must be like this in front of other people, those friends of Mr. Wang Qiu are really not easy to endure you."

Oscar Wilde blushed, his skin was not thick enough, and he naturally remembered how he couldn't help opening up the chatterbox at the French Writers Salon while the others were drowsy.

When Ma Shengqiu came back from the kitchen, the two immediately stopped their quarrel.

Oscar Wilde recognized Rimbaud, who didn't like him at all!

The two are the same age, but they are enemies!

Oscar Wilde also had a sense of crisis. Why did Qiu see Rimbaud's impolite side and didn't say any accusations? If he did this himself, he would definitely receive criticism.

For a while, he worried about gains and losses.

During the afternoon break, Arthur Rimbaud found fault again, proposing a game that would make the other adults laugh.

The blond French boy is childish and arrogant, pinpointing the Achilles heel of Wilde's competitiveness.

"You seem to be exercising, so can you open a wine bottle with a butterfly bone?"

"???"

"British, do you dare to try?"

"Just try it!"

The two went to buy a case of drinks, and started the competition with Ma Shengqiu on their backs.

This is nineteenth-century beer bottled in glass and corked.

When Arthur Rimbaud took off his shirt and moved his arms and waist, Oscar Wilde's eyes were straightened. The butterfly bone on the back of the other party seemed to be alive, beautiful and dexterous, and his skin was so white that there was no trace of it. British thick hair.

Arthur Rimbaud managed to get Oscar Wilde hot with his hotness.

The beer cork was clamped by the butterfly bone on his back. With a little force, he clamped it up, and with a "boo", the cork lid opened.Arthur Rimbaud gave the other party a provocative look, and didn't bother to put on his clothes. The whole process was more charming than a stripper.

This time it was Oscar Wilde's turn.

The "contestant" from Ireland bravely took off his shirt, revealing his bare chest.

No matter how hard he tried, the back that was too thick couldn't open the cork.

Oscar Wilde blushed anxiously, and was breathing heavily. Arthur Rimbaud drank beer beside him, swallowed, and said sarcastic words: "Is this the physical level of the British? You sell yourself on the streets of Paris like this, others I can't even look down on you, the minimum standard for us French street girls is to be able to bow their heads and kiss the bottom."

These days, it is not only literary giants who are seriously involved, but also all kinds of sex workers in France. Those who have no special skills are a group of people who have been eliminated in any industry.

Oscar Wilde was hit by various blows, and his mentality was broken. This is the racial talent of the French!

"Let's change the game..."

"Compared to literature? When I wrote poetry, you were still breastfeeding."

"Damn, you can't humiliate people like this!"

"I'm telling the truth, you'd better open the bottle for me, I'm almost done drinking, I'm waiting for the next bottle, hurry up, don't dawdle, words don't count!"

Arthur Rimbaud was triumphant as the victor.

Ma Shengqiu also accidentally saw this scene upstairs, covered his forehead, and stopped going downstairs.

——As long as you are happy.

……

In Wenye World, Oscar Wilde, who has regained his status as a transcendent, exclaimed in his heart: "Open the butterfly bone? Can I not do it?!"

In the dream, "Rimbaud" with blond hair and blue eyes was too hot.

Wilde ran back to the prison and asked the warden for red wine. There was no way. The most common corked drink in modern times is red wine.

Under the surveillance cameras, those who followed Wilde’s every move saw the strange behavior of the man, and recorded it in the prison file: On a certain day, month and certain day, Oscar Wilde used a butterfly bone to open London’s high-end red wine, and gave a dozen bottles of red wine to him. People in prison drink.

The British government was surprised.

They and Wilde's colleagues no longer dared to torment Wilde's mentality, worrying that the other party had been locked up for a long time, and the spirit of a good person would be abnormal.

"Forget it, let him come out and tell Agatha to go back."

Oscar Wilde got a blessing in disguise in prison because of a red wine incident.

then.

Many British beyondrs are curious attempts at home.

See if the butterfly bone works.

Among them, Charles Dickens smiled contemptuously: "These are leftovers from my play, let alone the cork of red wine, I can even open the iron lid of beer."

Some of the lovers of the Transcendence noticed the abnormal phenomenon and turned pale with fright. Are the Transcendences going to compare their drinking skills with them these days?

William Shakespeare joked that this was a "drinking red wine" competition triggered by Wilde. No.1 must be Dickens. As for No.2, I don't know who it is. Everyone is open...

Sweetie, you play so well, it's easy to be criticized by your colleagues.

……