Started with a green hat for Verlaine

At the beginning of the year, Rimbaud's family was taken to London.

This time it was Arthur Rimbaud's choice of renting a house, the address was at No. 33 Howland Street, Fisherman's Square. He had lived with Verlaine before and was familiar with the surrounding area.He was short of cash, and he was embarrassed to ask Mr. Wang Qiu to pay too much money, so the place where he and his family lived was more than five times cheaper than the rent in the prosperous areas of London.

"Brother, you still have to be grateful and don't waste other people's money. Our family was shocked when we heard that we were going to travel abroad."

Vitaly Rimbaud did not dare to speak at the dinner table and obeyed the rule of not speaking. When her mother took away the plate, she chirped about Arthur Rimbaud.

"You just relax for a few days, and don't worry about the rest."

Arthur Rimbaud had a guilty conscience and dared not show his family the newspapers in Paris.

After the breakup, he stayed with Mr. Wang Qiu to heal his wounds, obeyed the other party's arrangement, and secretly wrote poems by lighting the lamp in the middle of the night, fearing that Mr. Wang Qiu would find out that he would wipe tears because of Verlaine, and his mouth was bitter. It's a good day to be funded.

Sitting on a chair, Frederick Rimbaud, who was older than Rimbaud, lit a cigarette after dinner. His face was handsome, but his face was lowered with a sly smile, "That When will Mr. Wang Qiu come again?"

Arthur Rimbaud rolled his eyes at him: "Mr. Wang Qiu is very busy and needs work when he returns to London."

Isabel Rimbaud, the youngest in the family, hugged her brother's neck and said happily, "Brother, take me out for a stroll, I've never been to London."

Arthur Rimbaud kissed the most lovable Isabelle on the cheek.

"Okay, let's go out now."

A family of five, this is Rimbaud's family. After they were all brought to London from Charleville, Arthur Rimbaud's awkwardness and concern for his relatives were fully satisfied.He stopped thinking about Paul Verlaine, and excused to his relatives that he accidentally broke his palm.

Arthur Rimbaud takes the little loli Isabel to the company.

Aso also saw Isabel for the first time, and couldn't help but think of the time when Rimbaud promoted his sister. People who didn't know thought Isabel was at least 16 years old.

"how old is she?"

"13 years old, my Isabel is very cute!"

Arthur Rimbaud showed off, pulling the shy Isabel to the chair in front of him and sitting down.

The little girl with golden brown hair has a childish and sweet face.

Ma Shengqiu also tried to calm down, instead of throwing the pen at Rambo's head.

"Miss Bertha, please pour them two glasses of milk."

It's all brats.

The secretary, Bertha Kinski, dressed in fashionable British women's clothing, went to pour milk for the two of them. The aristocratic temperament of the whole body gradually became a bit of a social animal under the hands of Aso Akiya.

Ma Shengqiu will not support idlers, unless you can write and have talent.

"I didn't expect you to have an older brother and two younger sisters." Ma Shengqiu has always had some native families who ignored Rimbaud, only now did he realize that he was the second child in the family, not the only child he thought, "Your brother usually What job is it?"

"Don't worry about my brother. He is different from me and is not interested in literature." Arthur Rimbaud was jealous and gave the milk to his sister. Isabel obediently picked up the warm milk and took a small sip. He pricked up his ears to listen to the conversations between his brother and others.

Since coming to London, Isabel has felt that the world is so big and the outside is so prosperous. She has never seen an oriental man as intellectual and elegant as Mr. Wang Qiu in her life.

Ma Shengqiu was also helpless with his jealousy, and asked, "Where is your other sister?"

Arthur Rimbaud replied: "Vitale likes to hang around her mother, and Isabel is the best abductor. I can easily take her out."

Isabelle pouted, I understand!

Ma Shengqiu also saw Isabel's dusty skirt and felt a little distressed. This is the sister who was left at home by Rimbaud to do farm work and was the last in history to see Rimbaud farewell.

"Isabel, welcome to London. Remember to ask your brother to take you shopping. If you want to buy something for yourself and your sister, just buy it. Come back and ask me for reimbursement."

"Really?!"

The first to be excited was Arthur Rimbaud.

Ma Shengqiu also cast a cold glance: "I'm not buying things for you, you don't have to be too happy."

Arthur Rimbaud pursed his lips, "Understood, I will take my sisters out shopping, buy them new clothes and shoes, and make sure they look like girls in London."

As soon as the words fell, Arthur Rimbaud couldn't wait to run away with Isabel. Isabel didn't finish the second glass of milk, and ran and shouted distressedly: "Brother, my milk!" "Stop drinking! I'll take you Go eat!" The voices of the siblings disappeared downstairs.

Squatting outside the company, a reporter from the London newspaper took this picture, thankful that he would never be short of breaking news by squatting at Mr. Wang Qiu's side.

The British media naturally knew about the "sodomy" incident that was raging in France. A well-known poet first wounded someone with a gun, and then was sued by his wife and imprisoned. He even admitted in court that he had a special sexual relationship with Rimbaud. Fantasies, but what the media did not expect was that Arthur Rimbaud actually took his family to England to travel!

As expected, he is the youngest, the prettiest, and the French writer who is said to have the best private relationship with Mr. Wang Qiu.

Ma Shengqiu also glanced out of the window, letting the reporter's behavior go his own way.

What he thought was that a hundred years later, people would not have much information, and perhaps only photos could truly reflect Arthur Rimbaud in this era.

Leave everything for posterity to comment.

Ma Shengqiu also let go of his thoughts about Rimbaud's family.

On the opposite side, a man came out of Goupil's company. The ginger-haired young man came to the door anxiously holding a file bag.At the front desk, an employee hired by the investment company asked him, "Do you have an appointment?" The young man shook his head and quickly added, "I'm from Goupil Company, and I want to send an invitation to Mr. Wang Qiu's art auction."

Five minutes later, Ma Shengqiu also saw the young man and thanked him with the invitation.

"I have not participated in this kind of gathering in London, thank you for the invitation."

"You're welcome."

The young man's palms were sweating, and he put a manuscript on the desk. Facing Ma Shengqiuye's dark and pure eyes, he said nervously: "This is my short story "Oriental People and Art", which has not yet been published. , I, I want to contribute to Stewed Pigeon Publishing House..."

Ma Shengqiu was also surprised, he dared to ask himself to contribute directly, it was quite courageous.

"Okay, I'll take a look. Are you working in the art company next door?" Ma Shengqiu also didn't forget to touch fish after work, and picked up the other party's manuscript to read.

This short story is obviously a good work.

Can't say how good it was.

Ma Shengqiu could only say that he could see it.

"Yes." Seeing this, the young man was relieved, and couldn't help taking a few more breaths of air in the environment where the two of them were alone, his heart beating faster, as if he was interviewing for a job, "I was transferred from the headquarters in The Hague last year. I just came to London Soon, when I saw you for the first time, I greeted you once, do you still remember?"

Ma Shengqiu really had no impression of this person, so he couldn't help but raise his eyes, and then saw the young guy's blushing expression, and the other person's eyes were glued to him.

Shy and bold, his eyes really don't know how to restrain himself.

After a slight increase in the favorability of Aso Akiya, it fell again because of his eyes.

"Can you introduce me again?"

"I, I am 20 years old, from the Netherlands! I can speak multiple languages, single and unmarried, and dream of earning enough money to travel to Paris next year—"

The young man's brain was empty, and he spoke out his thoughts in one go.

Aso Qiuya: "..."

Do you act like you're on a dating show?

Ma Shengqiu also briefly scanned his works, intending to politely ask this person to leave, but his indifference and alienation cannot escape the young man who has been dealing with rich people all year round.

Ma Shengqiu also lowered his head to work, and said, "Sir, let's go out first."

The young man was at a loss: "Huh?"

"Okay, I'm going out to bother you..." The young man who had never been in a relationship before had a slumped face, completely forgetting that he didn't introduce his name, took heavy steps, and closed the office door.

After get off work, the young man decided to go to the bar to cry, remembering his failed meeting.

When Ma Shengqiu also finished his work in the afternoon and found that he hadn't seen the Lanbo brothers and sisters returning from shopping, he guessed that Lanbo must be addicted to shopping.Such a disease is commonly known as "shopping syndrome". Looking at the auction invitation letter on the table, he couldn't help but think of Lan Tang, who likes to bring artworks home every time he participates in an auction.

"Now I'm also short of money, and I don't have any idea of ​​collecting art..."

Ma Shengqiu also thought that since he was going to take a look, he would buy one or two oil paintings and hang them at home.

He turned the paper over.

On the reverse side of the invitation letter is the signature of someone from Goupil's company.

—Vincent van Gogh.

Ma Shengqiu's casual expression froze and hissed.

"Renamed?"

The name is kind of scary.

Was Van Gogh a man of this era?Are you from the Netherlands?seems like it.

Ma Shengqiu had never heard the name introduced by the young man before, and he thought the other party was stupid. At this time, he was eager to know if he had admitted the wrong person, so he stood up immediately, opened the window, and went to see the ginger-haired young man who returned to the company disappointed .

He tentatively called out: "Van Gogh!"

The other party seemed to have been shocked, his shoulders shook, and he turned around suddenly in the middle of the road.The young man's excited expression was like a sunflower painted with his hair color.

"Be careful, watch out for the carriage!"

After Ma Shengqiu finished speaking, the other party rushed back to his downstairs and waved his arms: "Mr. Wang Qiu!" Ma Shengqiu also felt guilty, and quickly added a kind smile, "I'm busy with work today, we'll meet you next time." Talk about your work—”

The young man kept nodding: "Okay! You can find me anytime!"

Aso Shengqiu also heaved a sigh of relief, dispelling the sense of distance created by his alienation.

Close the window.

He sat back on his seat and covered his heart, "Almost, I almost let this person go. Sure enough, you can't be careless. In Europe, you are most likely to meet people who have not yet become famous."

There are surprises everywhere in life, and I actually met Van Gogh who was suspected of being young!

Ma Shengqiu also stared at Van Gogh's manuscript again.

"Did he like to write in his early years?"

He is confused for a second.

Immediately, he remembered Bernard Shaw, a scumbag who was rushing to the road of music, his brows were tightened, and his heart ached so much that he wanted to stuff the manuscript of the novel into the other's mouth: "You can't choose the wrong occupation like Bernard Shaw, it will delay your talent. !"

Van Gogh was impoverished during his lifetime, painted thousands of paintings, but only sold one painting?

This painting sells for only 400 francs?

This is not a problem for Aso Qiuya, at worst he bought them all!Cover the walls of the room, and hang a picture of your favorite starry night on the head of the bed!

The eyes of the world don't see the pearl. As a time traveler, how can he make Mr. Van Gogh suffer for the rest of his life and not be appreciated by Bole. He should let Van Gogh shine during his lifetime.

Aso Qiuya whispered: "Van Gogh's Starry Night..."

He gave a devilish smile.

In fact, reminders are not limited to novels, you can remind them to draw paintings.

No one can resist such a temptation, Van Gogh is working opposite~.

Thinking about it this way, Ma Shengqiu also restrained his excitement and let go of the negative emotions brought about by Paul Verlaine before and after his imprisonment.Now that I am far away from France, I don't have to think about things in France for the time being. He has never been Verlaine's parents.

He opened "Mysterious Island" and said to Gabe who was educated in France.

"Gabe, did you work hard on your homework today? Let me help you..."

A world apart.

What came was not the child's cheerful answer, but a weak voice: "Oh."

In France, soon after Matilda successfully divorced, she read the newspaper, and the joy of divorce was mostly extinguished by the news that Rimbaud appeared in London and was inseparable from Mr. Wang Qiu.

Matilda gritted her teeth: "Mr. Wang Qiu, you still helped Rimbaud."

Fortunately, she thought Rimbaud escaped to England by himself!

Not at all!

Verlaine rolled into prison, but Rimbaud happily took the whole family on a trip!

Matilda was angry and annoyed with Wang Qiu, and couldn't let go of it, so she got into the horns.Why did they laugh when they saw Rimbaud and Verlaine in prison? It was obviously because Rimbaud was reluctant to suffer!

Matilda stood up angrily, walked to the kitchen, and chopped things up "bang bang".

The Motel's family remained unchanged before and after the divorce, except that Verlaine was missing.

The maid asked tremblingly, "Madam..."

Matilda said, "Call me Miss, I'm divorced!"

The maid changed her words: "Miss, what are you doing?" For a wealthy daughter who is loved by her parents, Matilda seldom goes to the kitchen to cook.

Matilda looked indifferently, and said: "Verlaine must have had a hard time in prison, and the food was not enough. As his former wife, I naturally have to give him some living allowances."

The maid was surprised, Miss Matilda was so tolerant?

Then, the maid saw what the "living allowance" in Matilda's hand was.

—Rat meat!

Matilda chopped up the rat and made a jar of pate.

The maid's scalp was numb. Except for the famine years, it was impossible for Europeans to eat rat meat, and it was rumored that the Black Death was caused by rats.

The next day, Matilda gave the bolognese to Paul Verlaine who was in prison.

The other party wept with joy, thinking that the divorced wife had changed her mind.

But it's all a dream.

Matilda's hatred for Paul Verlaine was so strong that a can of meat sauce could not stop her. She missed the opportunity to send Rimbaud in to accompany Verlaine, but she didn't want to let Rimbaud who was at ease, squatting Verlaine in prison!

Matilda thought of a good way, that is to write a book, write out her marriage experience, let the world know about the dog and man, and make them notorious!

Without thinking, she wrote her first autobiographical novel.

——The Marriage of Madame Verlaine.

……

"The Marriage of Madame Verlaine": In this marriage full of tears and rebellion, I saw my husband go to someone else, a boy from the country.No manners, rude and dirty, spit bones on other people's plates at first meal.This boy has a good face, but his eyes make me feel wretched, he is not as good as you think!

—Matilda Motel.