Started with a green hat for Verlaine

In early February, the storm in France was blocked in the English Channel.

Rimbaud's family spent a warm new year in London, not affected by the cold of Charleville, with sufficient food and charcoal fire every day, and the bedroom and living room were warm.

Every winter, Arthur Rimbaud most wanted to escape from his cold hometown, but this time, his family was by his side, so he didn't need to run away, and became a good son under his mother's eyes.No matter what vegetable soup or broth Rimbaud's family boiled, Rimbaud's mother asked her son to stop writing, put on a thermos, and give Mr. Wang Qiu a bowl when he went out.

The warm soup is the gratitude of the Rambo family to Wang Qiu.

Ma Shengqiu never refused, and always finished drinking in front of Rimbaud, so that the other party could go home and deal with business.

Arthur Rimbaud couldn't see what he meant, and said awkwardly: "You don't have to show your mother too much face, drink as much as you like, and pour it out after I go out if you don't like it."

Ma Shengqiu also said: "What I taste is her love for you."

Arthur Rimbaud was surprised: "Love?"

Ma Shengqiu also said: "A mother is afraid that her son will do wrong things and go astray, so she can only put her heart into the thick soup and ask me to take care of you more."

Arthur Rimbaud was embarrassed and his eyes wandered.

The road was blocked by heavy snow, and Ma Shengqiu was temporarily unable to return to Ireland, so he let Rimbaud come to play with him. He noticed Rimbaud's strange behavior and asked softly, "Where are the gloves I gave you before?"

Arthur Rimbaud said casually, "I don't need one hand, so I gave it to my sister."

The blond boy is unnatural today. The stitches have not been removed in his right hand. After putting down the thermos with his left hand, he has been hiding it in the pocket of his coat, as if he is very afraid of the cold.

Ma Shengqiu also exerted a little force and pulled Rimbaud's left hand out. Not surprisingly, the frostbite on his hand reappeared in winter.

Ma Shengqiu also saw something tightly clutched in this rough hand.

Arthur Rimbaud was shy, let go of his fingers, and stuffed it to Mr. Wang Qiu: "A gift."

The gift that Ma Shengqiu also received was an exceptionally delicate ivory cross, on which was engraved the crucified Jesus. The carving was exquisite, the dentine was soft and greasy, and it was as valuable as gold.Ivory is one of the most expensive luxury items, and a wealthy businessman can have one of them as a family heirloom.

Arthur Rimbaud would have sold it and used it for money for the living expenses of the whole family, but he heard that Mr. Wang Qiu liked artworks and was about to participate in an auction recently, so he kept the ivory cross and gave it to Mr. Wang Qiu who knows how to appreciate.

"You stole it?" Ma Shengqiu was also vigilant, and his first reaction was extremely real.

Arthur Rimbaud's shyness froze, and his mind almost collapsed: "It's not stolen!"

Ma Shengqiu also frowned, and said, "You, like me, don't believe in God, so it's impossible for you to buy me such a flashy gift." Arthur Rimbaud snatched the ivory cross angrily, "You don't like , I can buy other gifts!"

Ma Shengqiu also stopped Rimbaud before Rimbaud ran out of the office. The blond boy grabbed the doorknob and fought against Ma Shengqiu, "Let me go! I'll sell it!"

Bertha Kinski, passing outside, listened with interest to the movement inside.

For her, Rimbaud is a disabled and lovely French boy, and Mr. Wang Qiu is an oriental beauty that is rare in a century. A very eye-catching thing.

Working here is a place to learn and grow. The only thing that bothers Bertha Kinski is the aesthetics. "Back in Austria, I think the boys are ugly."

"I'm sorry, I misunderstood you, please give me a chance to apologize." Ma Shengqiu also saw Rimbaud's fierce attitude, and his doubts in his heart decreased. Maybe it was something given to Rimbaud by someone else.

He held Arthur Rimbaud in his arms, smoothed his hair as hard as he could, and jerked off!

Arthur Rimbaud felt aggrieved, as if he took back the fried hair's tail.

Gollum.

It will be more comfortable for Mr. Wang Qiu to touch a few more.

Under Aso Qiuya's apology, Arthur Rimbaud's conscience ached, and he confessed: "This is what Verlaine gave me. I was afraid that you would feel uncomfortable if you knew it, so I didn't tell you." Arthur Rimbaud Bo's eyes showed the sensitivity and sadness of a poor family, "I didn't mean to make you angry. The most precious thing I have is this cross. It can be exchanged for many pounds. If you don't like it, you can exchange it for money. We don't owe Verlaine anything... ..."

Ma Shengqiu was not angry either, and emphasized: "Don't belittle yourself. In my opinion, this is not your most precious thing. The most important thing for you is your body and soul."

Arthur Rimbaud wanted to cry, but he could not bear it, and after thinking about it, he simply couldn't bear it anymore.

"Mr. Wang Qiu, then you can accept it."

"No, it is a treasure in the eyes of those who believe in Jesus. We are the same kind of people, enjoying money, but not greedy and plundering, enjoying freedom, but chasing the wind uncontrollably. What should accompany us is the ticket for the journey and that A ray of sunshine..."

"...the ticket and the sunshine."

"Let's return the thing to Verlaine, and let Verlaine return it to its original owner."

"You mean the cross is not Verlaine's?"

Arthur Rimbaud was bewildered.

Ma Shengqiu also analyzed with him: "Verlaine doesn't believe in religion either. This ivory cross may belong to his wife, so we don't want to touch it."

Arthur Rimbaud lost his temper, and sat down with Mr. Wang Qiu dejectedly.

Ma Shengqiu also said, "Don't be angry, I'll paint your hands."

Ma Shengqiu also took good care of Rimbaud's left hand, and did not hesitate to soil his leather glove.

Arthur Rimbaud looked at the smeared place, and the dense tingling sensation was suppressed by the ointment, as if someone was smoothing over the wrong things he did in his youth.

"Rimbaud, have you written any poetry recently?"

"Yes, I am not used to writing with my left hand. When you are free, I will read a poem to you."

"it is good."

Aso Qiu is also waiting for Rimbaud's "A Season in Hell".

However, Ma Shengqiu also ignored the fact that Rimbaud did not show him the manuscript for a long time, but only read it aloud.Arthur Rimbaud would not show Mr. Wang Qiu his breakup poetry collection. He was afraid that the tear stains on it would be discovered by the clever Mr. Wang Qiu, and he would die socially.

Arthur Rimbaud looked at Mr. Wang Qiu's attentive gaze, and his heart was swaying.

Even though the black-haired man didn't have a warm temperature, and was as cold as ice, Arthur Rimbaud could feel the tolerance of the other party after letting go of his grudges.

Regardless of good or evil.

That is the fate and friendship between the two lives.

In the previous life, without Arthur Rimbaud, Ma Shengqiu would not have read Paul Verlaine's poems, and would not have found out on the Internet that Paul Verlaine had a wife named Matilda Motel. All unknown people have long been drowned In the long river of history, it is impossible to make waves.

In other words, Ma Shengqiu also sympathized with Matilda out of a similar resonance with his own life experience. In addition, the other party is not very similar to himself.

After all, Ma Shengqiu is not Matilda.

If he were Matilda, he would stop at nothing to get back his beloved.

He was never someone's vassal, never willing to be an ordinary person, the fanaticism in his soul longed to be ignited by love, longing to be destroyed with the world.

The man with the [book] in his left hand and the [shell] in his right looked more like a lunatic than anyone else.

A lunatic who could lose his life but wouldn't want a divorce.

"Rimbaud, I will not harm you."

Ma Shengqiu also calmly held Arthur Rimbaud's left hand to avoid the scar.

Arthur Rimbaud's fingers passed Mr. Wang Qiu's fingers unceremoniously, and his fingers intertwined, but it was not the love of love, but a wish for family affection, hoping to get more tenderness from the other party.Arthur Rimbaud turned his head slightly to hide his reddened ears, "I know you are good to me, Verlaine was also selfless to me, but then he changed and became full of lies, only you are still the same as before, It’s rare to say a few nice things about me.”

"The cross is left to you to deal with. Whatever you want to do with it, I will treat it as Verlaine and give me a piece of air, so I can recuperate in London with peace of mind."

Arthur Rimbaud, who lacked the love of his father, pinned his fantasies on his father on him.

His mind was purified in an instant, like a little unicorn with its head on its parents. After being injured in the outside world and suffering, he would cry when he returned home.

"Dad, I will write poems for you for the rest of my life, as long as you like..."

Arthur Rimbaud grumbled.

Ma Shengqiu also lost all the pickiness in Rimbaud's character.

Write all your life and never seal your pen again?I thought it was an unintentional act, but with some care, I actually cracked the history and destiny of the 19-year-old Fengbi in this way.

He sighed slightly, and hugged Arthur Rimbaud, who was afraid of the cold, and he was no different from a corpse.

"Let me look forward to your future."

……

Talking about it for a while, paying off the debt crematorium.

Artille Rimbaud of Wenye World was very sad, and especially wanted to go to the tombstone to commit mistakes.

He just wanted to be a porter, and bring over the works of the same body from another world, as a gift for his father first, and he didn't even think about a word!

"Writing all your life?"

"Who are you fooling, you actually fooled the person who urges more crazy demons!"

"Help, I don't want to be your peer anymore!"

Arthur Rimbaud was startled and terrified.

Mr. Wang Qiu has never been a reminder to miss, just like the ending of a pigeon is a pot of soup, only worthy of loud cooing when it is not killed.

Just look at the world and you will know that all writers don't want to write!

It must be the sequelae of being urged too much in the previous life x.

Arthur Rimbaud deleted the idea of ​​writing from his brain, and it can be said bluntly that the writer's inspiration has been sealed in the supernatural society!

"Yosh! Ready."

The sea breeze blew through Arthur Rimbaud's long hair and his playful voice.

The first act of 2009!

Arthur Rimbaud exploded with accumulated power, swept the entire city with a powerful "singularity", cut off communications, and went straight to the Supernatural Secret Service Division in Yokohama!

"Boom--!"

The first thunder of the year shook the earth amidst dark clouds.

In just half an hour, Yokohama once again encountered a day of disconnection and no signal.

Arthur Rimbaud didn't care how much he lost financially or how much panic he caused. His eyes were like a cold ocean that engulfed everything, and the stormy waves beat the waves. What he could see was the indescribable monster hidden under this body.

He was stealing as fast as he could, without any compromise.

The so-called infiltration——

That is to beat everyone!Just grab the top!

"Within 1 minute, I want to get the hair and blood of Akiya Aso!"

The people in the Supernatural Secret Service Division were so frightened that a transcendent-level supernatural power user launched a lightning attack and directly caught everyone present!Moreover, this European has the same appearance as the "Assassination King" Paul Verlaine!

The unruly wind that the Japanese government has glimpsed in a glimpse is no longer low-key in this world, and it has officially appeared with strong strength.

This is a traveler who has traveled many countries, an incredible natural disaster.

"Tell France, I'm not dead yet, don't use my brother's photo to be defaced and wanted to arrest me, what a shame, a country with supernatural powers doesn't have my photo."

Arthur Rimbaud smiled provocatively at the position monitored by the camera. In order to resurrect that person, he didn't care about being noticed by the whole world.Throughout his life, he traveled around the world, living out his own self, and lived out his second arrogant and beautiful life.

He stepped on the expensive computer mainframe of the Supernatural Secret Service Division, holding a white hand bone from a broken hand, and sticking it to his cheek, his brows and eyes glowed, and his indescribable attachment and lingering affection could make Japanese civil servants blush.It was an item that Aso Qiuya hastily discarded back then, but was picked up by the Supernatural Secret Service Division.

"By the way, I'm going to tell another person that I'm also going to resurrect Aso Akiya, and the man's hand bones will belong to me—"

"Lantang."

"You have the ability to catch me~."

This war belongs to the new members of the family.

……