Started with a green hat for Verlaine

Oscar Wilde became famous because of the promotion of penicillin.

As he is about to graduate, he won a full scholarship and all the awards he could win at Trinity College. Not only that, he received an admission letter from Oxford University ahead of schedule, becoming the most famous student in Ireland this year!

Oscar Wilde gained the fame he dreamed of, and people talked about him wherever he went, and his relatives and friends felt honored for him. Oscar Wilde's surname became dazzling, and some people even recommended him to the Queen of England, and gave relevant personnel a special title of knighthood.However, these follow-up glory can only be obtained after penicillin is truly worthy of its name.

These are all gifts from Wang Qiu.

Oscar Wilde is happier than anyone else, and he sees it very openly. Even if he knows that he is just a name, he will not be obsessed with the issue of not making much contribution.

【I will not be like the preoccupied man in the novel, insisting on proving myself and throwing the honor others gave me into the trash can. 】

【I like Wang Qiu and everything he has given. 】

[Seeing him working hard for himself, planning for himself, and using means for himself-it is simply an unparalleled pride. 】

[I am his most important person in Europe. 】

【I am the reason why he left France and stayed in Ireland for the New Year. 】

"Autumn."

Oscar Wilde has long since confirmed his feelings.

First love is the most beautiful thing, more real and shy than he used to chase stars.

During the time when Ma Shengqiu also went abroad, he spent a lot of money to buy a lot of prohibited books and supplemented a lot of knowledge, such as "The Affair of the Bishop's Deputy" secretly published in Brussels, which really enriched his knowledge. Rimbaud recommended his.

Compared with Rimbaud, who has practical experience, Wilde is just a chick. When he fell in love with students of his age, he was still racking his brains to figure out how to bring Wang Qiu back from abroad, in order to get more smiles from the other party. become excited.

In the middle of the night, he sneaked into Aso Qiuya's bedroom just to help him light the fireplace and increase the temperature in the room, not wanting the room to be like a cold coffin.

He watched the sparks on the fireplace rise little by little, and rubbed the palms of his hands. He was wearing pajamas, which was a bit thin at night at the end of October.

Suddenly, Ma Shengqiu, who was asleep on the bed, also said, "Don't make yourself cold."

Oscar Wilde said sweetly: "As long as autumn can feel warm, I am not afraid of cold."

Ma Shengqiu didn't speak either, and it was quiet, but Oscar Wilde seemed to feel the other party's sigh. He walked to the bed, lowered his head and said softly.

"I can't repay you for being kind to me."

Oscar Wilde added in his mind: [I give you myself. 】

"Please be sure to report back."

Ma Shengqiu also closed his eyes and said the words to stop charming.

"Huh?"

Oscar Wilde's smile froze.

"Novels, poems, dramas, all literary works, I don't choose, please send me high-quality gifts in return, don't try to sell yourself to me, I am not a human trafficker."

Aso Qiuya's words made Wilde run away in despair.

gift.

He can't take it out for the time being!

When the weather cooled down in November, Oscar Wilde received his graduation certificate and returned home. His brother looked disappointed, "Where did that beautiful friend of yours go?"

Oscar Wilde gave him a pair of supercilious eyes, "He is going to pick up a friend and he will be back soon." After finishing speaking, Oscar Wilde shouted to his mother, "Mom, this year's Christmas dinner should be richer. Stay overnight!"

Mrs. Wilde was knitting a Christmas sweater and said without raising her head: "Okay, listen to you, young man. I wonder what Mr. Wang Qiu likes to eat?"

Oscar Wilde touched his chin: "He doesn't have a big appetite, but he likes food with rich flavors, preferably the type he hasn't tasted before."

Then, Oscar Wilde stared at his mother's sweater, bright and bright.

"Mom, is knitting difficult?"

"I want to give Qiu a handmade product as a gift!"

When Mrs. Wilde heard this, she looked at her son suspiciously. Could it be that this clever young man is fascinated by the Orientals?

Forget it.

She could tell that Mr. Wang Qiu didn't take a fancy to his silly son at all.

The Vienna World Expo was over, and Ma Shengqiu also went to pick up Bertha Kinski as agreed. This noble lady who was thirsty for knowledge became a secretary by his side.

He housed Bertha Kinski in an apartment in London, England.

Bertha Kinski, dressed in a dress, knelt down to him and said with a smile, "Boss, the environment here is very nice. I like it very much. Thank you for preparing the house for me."

Ma Shengqiu also said gently: "Miss Jinski, if you have any questions, you can send me a telegram. When you first came to London, you mainly wanted to familiarize yourself with the environment and business. After the winter, you will be formally arranged to join the job. This arrangement is acceptable. ?"

Bertha Kinski nodded, with a look of rejoicing: "No problem at all, I can avoid the frequent and boring banquets of the nobles in winter."

Aso Qiu also smiled, this is another person who breaks away from enjoyment and pursues spiritually.

"be careful."

After an explanation, Ma Shengqiu also noticed that Bertha Kinski had brought bodyguards and servants to help, and left the apartment with confidence.He rented a high-end apartment for her with a good environment, only 200 meters away from his investment company.

Ma Shengqiu was also walking on London Road, the brim of his hat covered part of his brows and eyes, casting hazy shadows on the contours of his face, but his figure was already a landscape of London.

He walked alone on the street full of Europeans.

Free, yet fearless.

The surrounding windows were opened one by one, many London citizens looked up, the street musicians were playing hard, and the homeless beggars couldn't help but scream.After the disclosure of penicillin, the whole of Britain and Europe showed goodwill towards this oriental man.

Ma Shengqiu also returned to the company, and the people he attracted along the way suddenly didn't dare to follow him.

They looked left at the law firm and right at the boxing club.

cowardly.

Not far away is the London branch of Goupil Art Trading Company. Vincent, who was promoted from the headquarters in The Hague to the London branch, was holding office supplies and staring blankly at the opposite company.

When he came to London, it was as if he had stepped into a new world.

First seeing the fashionable aristocratic ladies in London, and then meeting the landlady's daughter, Miss Eugenie Loyer, his heart was pounding.Before he calmed down and got rid of the enthusiasm of the Dutch coming to London, he saw the oriental who became famous in major newspapers and magazines because of the Vienna World Expo.

God!

It's amazing, such a beauty, such a world!

London is simply his paradise, second only to his dream of Paris!

Vincent's heart was about to sink.

Different from ordinary people, the first thing Vincent noticed was the thin oriental body line, which is different from strong and muscular adjectives, elegant and restrained.Immediately afterwards, he saw the darkest color on the paint plate, pure black hair in the sun, not dark brown, not dyed hair!That is the color presented by the most advanced black!

Vincent was out of his mind, wishing he could hold a pen in his hand and draw the outline that artists most wanted to draw—that is an artistic beauty!

"The company is so close to there, do I hope to see it every day?"

Vincent returned to the company with a dream in mind, and got in touch with the business in London.

Many people in London have thoughts like his, but they will slowly and sadly discover that Mr. Wang Qiu spends less time in London!

Every day, Vincent would look at the window of the office and draw sketches on scratch paper, but his messy drawings were praised by his colleagues.Colleagues took away Vincent's "work of art" shyly, and said they would go back and collect them.

Vincent:"?"

Has my artistic talent been discovered? !

No, this is just the European version of wishing for plums to quench thirst.

Gupil Art Trading Company is Uncle Vincent's company, so Vincent's boss treats him very kindly and dare not easily offend him, so he let Vincent's occasional fishing behavior.Vincent thought about it, returned to the apartment after get off work, and saw Miss Eugenie Loyer who ignored him, and suddenly felt relieved.

"Oh, she doesn't like me. I should give up as soon as possible. No wonder people often say that young ladies in London are arrogant and don't like foreigners easily."

It is difficult for a London girl who has a house to rent out at home to look at Vincent with a plain appearance.

What's more, Vincent's appearance is not outstanding.

Vincent picked up the drawing board and paints again, and sat at home in his spare time to copy the painter's realistic works. However, without copying, he could only draw a figure with abnormal bone proportions, which was out of reality at first glance.

"No, I don't know the basics of painting well enough."

Wanting to draw "Wang Qiu", Vincent felt that it would be better not to discredit the orientals who are amazing in Europe.

His dream of painting suddenly died down.

Hearing that the oriental man liked literary works, he felt that writing a popular novel was easier than painting, so he decisively chose to borrow books from the library to enrich himself.

When Ma Shengqiu was about to return to Dublin, he walked out of the company and noticed the ginger-haired young man opposite him. His eyes swept away, and the only impression he left was that he was holding a thick book in his arms, which should be A studious foreigner.

When the other party saw him coming, he hurriedly introduced himself: "Hello, sir, I'm Vincent..." Ma Shengqiu didn't hear what he was saying clearly, and rushed back to celebrate Christmas wholeheartedly.

Vincent was discouraged, and could only see the other party going further and further away, and boarded a carriage.

"I am Vincent van Gogh..."

no fame.

It's really not enough to know such a person.

Vincent silently made up his mind that the next time we meet, he must be remembered by the other party!

literature!literature!I love literature!