Started with a green hat for Verlaine

【I can't stand it any longer...】

[Who will save me, such a ridiculous marriage, with no end in sight, is in darkness! 】

【Verlaine, live with the genius you love! 】

【Let me go! 】

【Let me go! 】

[God, please punish them!They deserve it! 】

The scrawled handwriting is dripping with tears and hatred of a married woman whose husband has abandoned his wife and children to have fun with male lovers outside.

Such things abound in Europe, which is also the tragedy of this era.

Unlike those who forget to rebel.

Matilda obeyed her father's advice, forbearance, silently collected evidence of Verlaine's derailment, and vowed to make Verlaine pay the price.

On the other hand, Paul Verlaine, who was tired of his family, didn't notice the change in his wife, but found that his relationship with Rimbaud was a bit estranged.

Arthur Rimbaud had a completely new look, and went directly to Le Figaro to apply for the job. The editor-in-chief was someone he knew. Give the other party a chance.

With a new job, Arthur Rimbaud tasted benefits for the first time by relying on his looks.

It is not only writers and readers who come into contact with him, but also female aristocrats who admire him and want to support his life.

Good-looking is a sharp weapon, and it is the hearts of those ugly dogs!

French "Wandering Angels".

This nickname was fixed on Rimbaud's head for the first time.

With both rebellious and wild temperament, the 19-year-old blond boy instantly opened up the social circle in Paris, and no longer needs Paul Verlaine's introduction.To put it simply, Arthur Rimbaud shed the rusticity of a poor boy, broke out of his cocoon and became a butterfly, becoming a well-known figure in the Parisian art world, and got rid of his excessive dependence on Verlaine.

With a place to live and a source of money, Arthur Rimbaud's feelings and ideals have been placed in different places, and there are more wanton laughter than ever before.

Paul Verlaine panicked.

He asked Lanbo to drink, and the other party often missed the appointment.Moreover, he clearly felt that Rimbaud was getting more and more perfunctory towards him, and his enthusiasm on the bed was declining.

It’s not that this kind of thing has never happened before. Young people like the new and dislike the old, and they don’t pay as much attention to love affairs as adults. Paul Verlaine can rely on the sympathy between them in literature, and let Rimbaud come back to him again. Every night when it rains, his inspiration for writing poems flies away like a pigeon, leaving the ground full of pigeon droppings.

With more and more celebrities participating in the salon, Stefan Mallarmé became more and more famous. The two French poets belonged to the symbolism faction, so it was inevitable that they would be compared by the outside world to evaluate which of the two was more suitable to be a representative of symbolism. By.

Paul Verlaine saw Mallarme staring at Rimbaud with admiration several times, and felt proud and depressed in his heart. He was the first person to discover Rimbaud's talent.Now, more people appreciate Rimbaud and share Rimbaud's attention, so he can only feel angry.

Once, Paul Verlaine saw Rimbaud going to the bathroom, so drunk that he couldn't stand still. Mallarme gave him a hand, and seemed to mention him vaguely in his speech.

Rimbaud's words were full of lethality, and at the same time severely damaged Mallarme and Verlaine.

"You two are as ugly as each other."

Don't think about it.

One of the "you" must refer to Verlaine. Both Verlaine and Mallarme have mustaches, high cheekbones, and thin cheeks. There is indeed little difference in appearance. Among them, Mallarme's hairline is much better than that of Verlaine, and he holds it firmly. position.

Paul Verlaine had endured Rimbaud's poisonous tongue many times. His tolerance had increased and he could automatically block out the harsh words, but he still felt uncomfortable.

He used to have a poisonous tongue, and he would feel that Rimbaud acted rashly without much malice.

Now—he only felt that it was Rimbaud's truth!

Rimbaud despised him for being ugly!

Discovering that Rimbaud was going to attend an outside party again, Paul Verlaine said to Rimbaud: "Let's go, leave Paris! Leave these people who value your appearance and body! If you don't like it, I will leave alone and find someone else. A quiet place sad."

"Oh." Arthur Rimbaud laughed, "then you go, I'm staying in Paris pretty well, and when I get tired of playing, I'll go find you who is sad."

Paul Verlaine: "..."

Facing Rimbaud who did not follow the usual path, Paul Verlaine also became ruthless, "If you don't come with me, I will commit suicide at home!"

Arthur Rimbaud was taken aback.

"Who are you scaring?" Arthur Rimbaud complained when he heard him speak so seriously, and finally agreed to elope under Verlaine's pleading.

Paul Verlaine was overjoyed and ignored the hesitation in Rimbaud's eyes.

After screwing up a job introduced by Mr. Wang Qiu last time, Artille Rimbaud stayed at home on vacation. This job was hard for him to get, and he was just waiting to make Mr. Wang Qiu happy.Maintaining grooming every day is not an easy task. Arthur Rimbaud gritted his teeth and persevered. He stopped sitting around and insisted on keeping his suit clean.

"Verlaine, where are you going when you leave Paris this time?"

"Brussels, I miss it! It's free and beautiful!"

Paul Verlaine was full of expectations for travel. In order to have money to go out, he used the inheritance left to him by his aunt, and he didn't care about his wife's sarcastic remarks.

The two who did what they wanted abandoned everything in Paris and embarked on a journey.

Breaking away from the hustle and bustle, Paul Verlaine felt the long-lost tranquility, while Arthur Rimbaud felt a trace of anxiety and depression.

He was afraid that Mr. Wang Qiu would not find him when he came to Paris.

He didn't dare to write to Mr. Wang Qiu, saying that he left his job and ran away again.

"You have changed, Rimbaud."

On the bed, Paul Verlaine said this to him, Arthur Rimbaud rolled his eyes at him, and complained about his work for nothing, "I am saving money to buy gifts for Mr. Wang Qiu, lest he say that I can only go in and out , You let me lose my salary for this month!"

Paul Verlaine produced a necklace from among the scattered clothes.

"Look, what is this?"

"what!"

Arthur Rimbaud recognized it as a good thing.

"It belongs to me." Arthur Rimbaud grabbed the necklace and looked at the delicate ivory carvings on it. The cross of Jesus was carved on it. "It's very valuable, right?"

"It's a family heirloom," said Paul Verlaine.

Arthur Rimbaud was relieved to think of Mr. Wang Qiu's fastidious taste.

"Rimbaud, can I do it once today?" Paul Verlaine coaxed Rimbaud, who had not been able to show off his glory on the bed for a long time, but it was a pity that Rimbaud was not as pure as he was a few years ago, and he had a dominant consciousness, smiling He said calmly: "Mr. Wang Qiu refuses to let me, saying that I am young and cannot suffer in this respect, and I have to fuck you hard."

Paul Verlaine was dumbfounded. Is this something that elegant man could say?

"impossible!"

"Why is this impossible? You are not capable in this area, just leave it to me, and I will thank you for the gift you gave me."

Arthur Rimbaud turned over and deftly tossed Verlaine, who was ten years his senior.

The love of two people ignited a flame again.

Ultimate freedom means breaking away from society and giving up all responsibilities.

It's comfortable.

But at the cost of poverty or high money!

Most of all - bored!dull!Arthur Rimbaud was like a moody cat, sometimes very clingy, and sometimes eager to hang out alone, and Paul Verlaine was not enough to make him reluctant to part with him for a lifetime.

When Rimbaud stared at his wedding ring, Paul Verlaine was filled with fear, and his fingers shrank, leaving a psychological shadow from the last time he pierced his palm.

【I don't want a divorce! 】

Divorced, he couldn't afford to live with Rimbaud even more.

Because of the marriage between Paul Verlaine and Matilda, Arthur Rimbaud was full of anger. Once the sweet period of the tour passed, quarrels, accusations, all kinds of tearing up drafts and losing their heads became the norm between lovers .

Under the influence of Verlaine, a drunkard, Arthur Rimbaud could not write poems suitable for making money, so he simply lay in bed and thought.

Once again, Matilda sent a letter, threatening to expose the two if Paul Verlaine did not agree to a divorce.Paul Verlaine was not happy, Arthur Rimbaud looked at him sarcastically, and said sharply: "Either divorce, or go back to Paris, you will kill me if you are so vacillating, I will not go to jail with you. "

"Let me think about it again, I actually plan to join the army, so that I won't be able to return to Paris." Paul Verlaine ran out irritably, looking for the embassy to find out the situation.

Arthur Rimbaud propped his neck with his hands on the bed, and murmured: "How many times is this? This guy never ends..."

【Ranbo, I won't stop you, because you have no future with him. 】

Mr. Wang Qiu told him so.

Tears welled up in Arthur Rimbaud's cold blue eyes and wet the pillow.

"It's really boring."

He said softly, as if evaluating himself.

He was the one who planned to take what they needed at the beginning, and of course he had to make the decision in the end. In this love, he did not allow himself to be the passive party.

When Paul Verlaine came back from the outside, he saw Rimbaud packing his clothes in a drunken state. His face turned pale with fright, his back was covered with sweat, and he grabbed Rimbaud who was hugging him warmly yesterday, "Where are you going?" "Go home, write poetry, Publish and sell for money." "I will find a way to deal with Matilda, give me some more time!" "Take it easy and leave me alone."

When Paul Verlaine heard that he had made up his mind to go, he begged bitterly: "You don't feel comfortable staying here, let's go to London, and I will accompany you to find Mr. Wang Qiu..."

Arthur Rimbaud shook off his hand, "Take you to see him? I'm afraid of shame! Forget it, you don't want to be a person who can't afford it."

Paul Verlaine refused to give up and hugged Rimbaud tightly from behind.

"I won't let you go."

"Just take pity on me. I just want you to stay by my side. No one else is important. We've only lived here for a month!"

No matter what Verlaine said, Arthur Rimbaud did not let go. Paul Verlaine burst into tears and shouted with a nervous breakdown: "Are you anxious to get rid of me and go to Wang Qiu alone? Go to Mallarmé alone? !"

Arthur Rimbaud was stunned and almost forgot to answer, "It has nothing to do with them."

Paul Verlaine smiled bitterly: "There are many people who like you, but they will love you. The only person who will remember you forever is me! Only me!"

Arthur Rimbaud said indifferently: "I don't believe it."

Arthur Rimbaud broke free from his arms and went to pick up the suitcase.

Paul Verlaine panicked and pulled out the pistol he carried with him, threatening him with suicide.Arthur Rimbaud laughed directly, "You bastard, you told me to commit suicide last time, but you succeeded once, do you need me to send you an invitation post to witness?"

After the banter, Arthur Rimbaud instantly turned cold, like the twelfth lunar month in winter.

His eyes are blades, ice blades.

At this moment, he is not only the mischievous Rimbaud, but also the transcendent in Wen Yeli, and many marginal teenagers played by Hollywood actor Leonardo, full of determination and cruelty.

"useless."

"The moment you can't make a choice, it's over for us."

Arthur Rimbaud dragged his suitcase out.

Stimulated by that glance, Paul Verlaine pointed his gun at Rimbaud.

Trigger pressed!

Two consecutive gunshots cut through the streets of Brussels.

A bullet hit Rimbaud in the right hand.

The suitcase fell to the ground.

Clothes were ejected from boxes and scattered everywhere.

Arthur Rimbaud looked at his bleeding right hand, his eyes were blank, and the pain had not yet reached his brain. He raised his hand unconsciously, and the blood dripped on the shirt at his feet, like a lover's tears.

"you……"

On the opposite side, Paul Verlaine, sitting in the corner, looked at him with mournful and desperate eyes, holding guns in both hands, as if the perpetrator had become a victim of extreme madness.

"Rimbaud, stay! Don't leave me!"

Go—you—mother—of—Wei—er—lun—!

……

In Wenye World, Arthur Rimbaud with blond hair and blue eyes shivered.

He hugged his phantom painful right hand, rolled around on the big hotel bed, and deeply realized the fate of the same body from another world after he provoked Verlaine. No "Rimbaud" could escape the fate of being entangled with "Verlaine".

Ahhhhh!

If you break up, break up, why do you have to have a crematorium?

It's not French at all!