Started with a green hat for Verlaine

Towards evening, Oscar Wilde suffered from back pain.

He wanted to save face, and he didn't dare to show it, for fear of being ridiculed by Arthur Rimbaud again.

Faced with Oscar Wilde's eyes eager to stay, Ma Shengqiu couldn't favor one over another. Arthur Rimbaud had no place to live, and Oscar Wilde was in a foreign country. Everyone will have it.

"Go and wash up. I've prepared daily necessities for you and put them in the room on the first floor." Before Oscar Wilde spoke, Ma Shengqiu said prophetically.

Oscar Wilde inside: "Oye!"

Arthur Rimbaud pursed his lips, and then flattened the corners of his mouth before Ma Shengqiu found out.

That night, Oscar Wilde went to take a shower in the bathroom, and the light was on in the bedroom.Arthur Rimbaud sneaked into the other party's room secretly, did not touch the other party's things, and came out after a while.

Oscar Wilde came out wrapped in a bath towel, not aware of anything unusual.

This night, Aso Qiu also hung up another wooden sign to refute the rumors for himself.

[My Irish friend is here. He and Rimbaud are having a good time. They stay overnight today. Both of them live on the first floor. Please don’t get me wrong——Autumn. 】

The neighbor next door, Paul Verlaine, was decadent. He went to visit Rimbaud during the day, but Rimbaud didn't want to be a guest at his house at all, saying that staying in his own home was like a prisoner under scrutiny.

Paul Verlaine resented.

Before he liked Rimbaud, Matilda looked down on Rimbaud very much and insisted on Rimbaud going out to live, as if the head of the family didn't even have the right to settle friends.

In the home of his parents-in-law, Paul Verlaine felt extremely restrained and oppressed.

However, he couldn't buy such a three-story house with a garden in Paris. Rue Nicolet in the Barbes area is not considered a rich area, but the house of Matilda's family is definitely a rich person here. Affordable homes.

Paul Verlaine's bedroom was next door to his wife's, and after sleeping in separate beds with Matilda, he enjoyed the freedom that permeated the solitude.Rimbaud is nearby, he doesn't have to worry about going far, Matilda is by his side, he can see his wife and son whenever he opens the door.His mind suddenly settled down, he had the idea of ​​creation, and he thought about what Mr. Wang Qiu's house was like... What were those three people doing in the room...

There are many lights in Aso Qiuya's room, as if he doesn't care about wasting money, let the glass window have the outline of him sitting in front of the desk, and usually go out after nine o'clock in the evening.

Aso also picked up the pen, drew the ink, and wrote a date on the paper.

[February 2006, 1...]

For the following content, he has not been able to put pen to paper for a long time.

A drop of ink smudges.

Replay seems to be an easy task, but it is necessary to dissect the sad memory to the original, to recall the process of how I went to death.

That day, it was Sunday, the winter sky was gloomy and snowing.

In order to prepare for his birthday, Ma Shengqiu also went back to the port mafia headquarters to fish. The attitude of the French side eager to see him made him uneasy. He could only make final preparations for his lies to be exposed in fear.

At that time, Lan Tang was also there, and his expression didn't seem to be any different. After accompanying him for a while, he went to the cadre's office. After all, Lan Tang had resigned from the port mafia and was doing handover work. Rimbaud's identity...

No, Lan Tang was a little anxious when he returned to the cadre's office?

What is Lantang anxious about?

Are you in a hurry to go back and report to Mr. Baudelaire, or collect clues from others?

Ma Shengqiu gritted his teeth and forced himself into a state of thinking. The man's joys, anger, sorrows and joys instantly came into view and never faded away, as if he was always looking at him quietly in his heart.The gray-green eyes of the French are like atomized crystals, which will be dyed a rich golden-green when emotions burst, embellishing this face that is born with a sense of melancholy with a warm and crazy side.

"I'm sure he saw me - not angry."

The French spies with supernatural powers have long lost their jobs in Japan. Under Aso Qiuya's tireless exploration, the opponent's every move is close to translucent.

"It's not a disguise."

"It must be the time when he returned to the office and walked out of the port mafia. Someone leaked my deception to Lan Tang. Who could it be? Who is so wicked?"

"Will it be M. Baudelaire?"

"No, it's not necessary. Baudelaire can wait for me to return to France and throw myself into the trap."

"However, there are too few insiders about my deception. Mr. Hugo can guess it, but Mr. Hugo is the one who helped me. The children in my family are even less likely to betray me. They don't have the guts... …Then, the insider is left with one option.”

"Paul Verlaine."

"Only what he said, Lan Tang would believe it, because I never appeared in front of the two of them. Paul Verlaine probably knows whether his partner has a hobby of writing poetry."

"Lantang made phone calls with Verlaine at that time?!"

Aso Qiuya's heart ached.

He hated the relationship between his lover and Verlaine, but he had to continue, "Lan Tang ran back to the villa, messed up the bedroom and study room, and the poems were scattered on the floor, which shows that Lan Tang was hit hard. He knew that he was not a poet. Haven't written poetry..."

"Lantang's thinking in love doesn't deviate from normal people, and he doesn't belong to the type of slanting swords, so his thinking should be very close to normal people's thinking..."

"He should be thinking, 'Is this my poem', 'Since I haven't written a poem, why did Qiu lie to me as a poet', 'I can feel that these fragments of poetry fit with me', neither did Qiu It’s a fact that he’s good at writing poetry, it’s impossible for him to write poetry specially for me’ All questions can be summed up in one sentence ‘Where do these poems come from—?’”

Aso Qiuya's eyes slightly lost focus.

The previous method was enough to stun Arthur Rimbaud and win a chance for himself.

This was originally the place he reserved for himself to justify.

"Why doesn't Lan Tang believe my explanation?" Ma Shengqiu also deduced, "I met him at the bar and told him that I saw him in parallel time and space—this is Rimbaud's work—by the way, Wenye World's Rimbaud and Verlaine exchanged names, which made Lan Tanghui mistakenly think that he had identified the wrong person, and gave Lan Tang the works of Verlaine—"

Ma Shengqiu also knocked on the table violently: "No! It's still not right!"

"That's not the main reason!"

"Lantang is not the type who would be jealous of people in parallel time and space. Well, I admit that sometimes he is so narrow-minded and won't let me keep cats, but he is generally very gentle, and he is willing to give up catching for me. task."

"Which step did I do wrong? What led to the confrontation at the bar?"

"Even if the poem is not Lan Tang's work, it cannot be Wen Ye Verlaine's work. There is no copyright dispute. Two worlds apart, will Lan Tang resent to the point of divorce?"

"Lan Tang asked me for the third time whether to choose body or soul. I chose his soul. He seemed to be crying, as if I got the answer wrong..."

"He thought I loved 'Rimbaud' from parallel time and space?"

"He thinks I love those 'talents' who write poetry?"

"Is he... so unconfident?"

Ma Shengqiu also retrieved from the depths of his memory Lantang's pitiful performance after being in the "brain hell". This kind of reason helps him to press other people.

Ma Shengqiu also smiled bitterly: "But, there are eight years between us, even though his real name is Verlaine...how could I let go just for a name..."

"That's Lan Tang, my Lan Tang..."

Until his death, Ma Shengqiu didn't dare to die with the blonde Verlaine, because he didn't want the whole of Yokohama to be buried with him, and he didn't want Lantang to hate himself for a betrayer.

He wants Lan Tang and Verlaine to fight among themselves, break up, and never return to the intimate past.

He buried this thorn in his heart with death.

Both despair and joy, resentment.

At this moment, Ma Shengqiu also searched for all the details of getting along with each other, and finally found out that apart from poetry, the second reason that led to Lan Tang's misunderstanding——

"Is it a painting?"

"I once drew 'Artier Rimbaud' with blond hair and blue eyes."

"Not just paintings—! And black hats!"

"Ranbo's surname was embroidered on the black hat that was lost at the explosion site. After watching the original anime, I mistakenly thought it belonged to Lan Tang, so I indirectly misled the other party."

"so--"

"I took Lan Tang's partner's hat and said to the amnesiac 'this is your hat'?"

"In Lan Tang's opinion, what is the reason for this?"

"Lan Tang thought the person I loved was a partner?!"

"Paul Verlaine, that bastard, shouldn't he tell Lan Tang that the hat belongs to him, so does the poetry collection, and your lover just regards you as his substitute???"

In Ma Shengqiu, he would always speculate on the blond Verlaine with the greatest malice.

Then, he was scared to death.

He pinched the bridge of his nose and murmured repeatedly: "Don't be prejudiced, don't be extreme!"

If Wen Ye Verlaine corresponds to the blond Rimbaud in the movie world, it is impossible for the other party to act as a sinister villain and fabricate a false character after a quarrel.

"Lantang is the one who looks at the evidence."

"I don't know Paul Verlaine. The portrait is a coincidence. The collection of poems is filled out by Lan Tang himself. It is very similar to the original version. I can at most take the charge of induction. I did not intentionally take Lan Tang as Paul. The case of Verlaine's love."

"Uh--"

Ma Shengqiu couldn't deduce it any further, and got stuck on Lan Tang's identity.

"What's the matter, Lantang's name is Verlaine, why can he complete Rimbaud's poems?"

"Lantang's ability is called 'Colored Painting Collection', and it's the work of Rimbaud!"

"Who the hell is he?"

"How did Wen Ye arrange the background of him and his partner?"

For a while, Aso was dumbfounded.

The way to catch up with Lantang is the result of his cheating and planning three months in advance.He and Lan Tang depended on each other for life, from weak to strong, he emerged in the port mafia. He thought he was carefully catching a ray of wind, but unexpectedly, the other party was more like a snowflake.

Melt in your palm.

That pure white orchid hall was the most beautiful dream that Aso Qiuya had ever had after crossing.

"If I were to publish the "Colors" for Rimbaud—"

"Would it be you, or the blond Verlaine, that I saw in the Color Book?"

"Or-"

"Neither of them."

……

Wenye World played a big joke on the traversers.

There's a lot of Rimbaud here.

……

Downstairs, the blond-haired Arthur Rimbaud was sleeping soundly, and Oscar Wilde was bitten to death by mosquitoes, hiding in the quilt and wanting to cry, with the buzzing of mosquitoes in his ears.

"Who opened part of my window!"

There was no other way, and Oscar Wilde ran to find Ma Shengqiu to change rooms with his head full.

He found that Easterners who get up early and go to bed early don't get any rest.

"Qiu, I want to change the room, there are too many mosquitoes, I can't sleep!"

The other party looked at him slowly, as if out of his wits——

half an hour.

"Oh."

Answered is the same as no answer.

Oscar Wilde paled in shock and grabbed his shoulders: "Qiu, you are not in the right state!"

Ma Shengqiu also said emptyly, "It's all right."

Isn't it just that Lan Tang's hidden panel is weird, combining the characteristics of Lan Wei and Wei?

Rounding off, he married two people at once!

Really... earn... ah...