Started with a green hat for Verlaine

Chapter 484 Chapter 484 A Green Hat in a Foreign Country

1874 was a year of peace.

Because of "penicillin", Oscar Wilde graduated ahead of schedule and became a member of Oxford University in England. He became the darling of the social circle when he first came to London.

Arthur Rimbaud couldn't stay in France, so he stayed in England to study.

It is Matilda's "credit" that he is so honest.Matilda's book "The Marriage of Madame Verlaine" was initially ignored, but after someone found out that Wang Qiu was married, it immediately attracted the attention of all parties.

Immediately afterwards, the French people ate melons and became popular.

In the book, Matilda leaked the positions of Rimbaud and Verlaine, saying that Verlaine's ability in bed was not good enough, Rimbaud had sex with Verlaine at the age of 17, and Verlaine paid for the two of them to open a room outside, and Verlaine's money was all She gave it to me!

Paul Verlaine was in prison, unaware of the turmoil outside, and at most he was pointed at by prison guards, while Arthur Rimbaud... directly died.

"She is too much, how can I write it all!" Arthur Rimbaud's privacy was exposed, his face was blushing, and Matilda nailed him to the pillar of homosexuality.

His family, especially his mother, have sent letters asking him to go back.

How dare he go back and face his mother!

Ma Shengqiu also asked: "Then what do you think she should write?"

Arthur Rimbaud found an excuse to evade: "I didn't know it was her money."

Ma Shengqiu also scolded him again.

It was not easy to criticize at the beginning, but now that the relationship is close, it must be scolded!

Arthur Rimbaud covered his ears: "I know I was wrong, don't say it again!"

Seeing Mr. Wang Qiu standing in Matilda's position, Arthur Rimbaud stomped his feet angrily, his rebellious heart soared, pinched Mr. Wang Qiu on the cheek, and ran away.

That feel, flexible and elastic.

"It doesn't look like a middle-aged man at all."

Ma Shengqiu was also stunned, covered his face, and flew into a rage: "Stop!"

When Oscar Wilde came to look for someone on the weekend, he saw Aso Shuya who was beating Arthur Rimbaud's ass, bowing left and right, making a crackling noise, Oscar Wilde was too scared to enter the door, put away the keys, and closed the door reflexively :"excuse me."

Five minutes later, Oscar Wilde heard Rimbaud's screams stop.

Ma Shengqiu also smiled and opened the door to let him in.

Oscar Wilde looked at Arthur Rimbaud, who was lying on the sofa crying bitterly, cursing someone, and listening carefully, it was not Wang Qiu who scolded, but Verlaine and Matilda, whose buttocks seemed to be It swelled up.

"Has Rimbaud offended you?" asked Oscar Wilde in a low voice.

"No." Ma Shengqiu also denied that he was a calm elder and would not have the same knowledge as the younger generation. "He just has an itchy ass."

Arthur Rimbaud gave them a tearful, plaintive look.

Like weeping and complaining, there is no doubt that she is a beauty.

Oscar Wilde said with emotion: "These eyes are more beautiful when they cry."

Sorry, he will not be deceived by Rimbaud's appearance.

It's so cool to watch!

Hearing what Wilde said, Ma Shengqiu also let out a "huh" and went to see Rimbaud, who was beautiful but not evil, with tears in his eyes that seemed to contain stars and seas, and thought: If the blonde Verlaine cried like this, it would be perfect, and I will Remember to take pictures.

Together the two despised Rimbaud.

No matter how Rimbaud asked Mr. Wang Qiu for help, Ma Shengqiu refused to help, and let "The Marriage of Madame Verlaine" spread.This biographical novel appeared in the eyes of the public under the name of Wang Qiu, Rimbaud, and Verlaine. If Ma Shengqiu also intervenes again, the French people will only be more excited.

Under Aso Akiya's ignorance, the upsurge quickly disappeared.

After all, Matilda's literary level is not high, and the content is suspected of deliberately belittling literati and smearing Wang Qiu. It didn't take long for her to be banned by the French Writers Association.

As a result, Matilda lost her first novel in her life.

The day after the news of the ban came, Arthur Rimbaud excitedly ran to Magdalen College, Oxford University, and found Wilde with ease.

Oscar Wilde saw him: "Did you skip class?"

Arthur Rimbaud said annoyedly: "Don't mention it, I have already learned the knowledge in those textbooks, and it was Mr. Wang Qiu who pressed me to learn more."

Oscar Wilde sat on a bench on campus, looking like a man of the hour. Many students and seniors at the same level all looked at him.The appearance of Arthur Rimbaud also gave Oxford University a beautiful landscape.

Arthur Rimbaud's Exclusive Quote: "Come, buy me dinner!"

Oscar Wilde took Rimbaud to a restaurant near Oxford University. The two opened a box, and they didn't smoke like others.

Arthur Rimbaud gossiped: "Who is Mr. Wang Qiu's wife?"

Oscar Wilde spread his hands, "I don't know."

"You think I'll believe you if you say that?" Arthur Rimbaud disdainful, this is the friend who exchanged the list of pornographic books with him?There is no sincerity at all!

Arthur Rimbaud said: "The person Mr. Wang Qiu loves has the same name and surname as me. Let me ask you, have you ever met that person? Or know some information about that person?"

Oscar Wilde was taken aback: "What? You have the same name?!"

Arthur Rimbaud was beaming: "I saw the name on his waist!"

Oscar Wilde gave a "shh", walked out the door, made sure that no one was squatting outside to eavesdrop, and then closed the door and entered for a private conversation.Arthur Rimbaud didn't dare to cause trouble for Mr. Wang Qiu, and imitated him to keep a low profile and lowered his voice: "We exchange information. In the whole of Europe, we probably know Mr. Wang Qiu best."

Oscar Wilde couldn't restrain his curiosity, and said excitedly, "Okay."

So, the two people around Wang Qiu began to uncover secrets.

"Does Mr. Wang Qiu like men?"

"I don't know, he hasn't shown it before, and has been persuading me to take the initiative to chase girls, but I guess that's right."

"Have you ever met someone with the same name as me?"

"No."

"Neither have I. There is no one with the same name and surname as me in three generations of my family."

"Ranbo, how old do you think Mr. Wang Qiu is?"

"Definitely middle-aged."

"I picked it up... Bah, it was not long after I met Mr. Wang Qiu. Mr. Wang Qiu told me that the eldest son in his family is older than me."

"No way! He has other sons?!"

Arthur Rimbaud slapped the table and stood up, his face full of indignation.

Oscar Wilde looked at him in disbelief: "You really think of him as your father?"

Arthur Rimbaud sat down: "Nonsense, I am different from you who have a happy family. When I was young, my father ran away. When I grew up, only Mr. Wang Qiu cared about me. When I was in danger, only he would rescue me desperately." , I am willing to recognize him as my father."

Oscar Wilde was ashamed and forgave him for misunderstanding Rimbaud, and regarded Rimbaud as one of Wang Qiu's suitors, and secretly guarded against him.

Arthur Rimbaud exposed Wilde: "Don't be ashamed, I don't think you can catch up with Mr. Wang Qiu."

Oscar Wilde retorted: "Why do you think I can't do it?"

Arthur Rimbaud said: "Just because I have been in a relationship, I know the subtleties of one-sided feelings and two-sided feelings!"

Oscar Wilde Desperate, "What Does He Like?"

Arthur Rimbaud was silent, holding his cheeks and thinking: "Mr. Wang Qiu likes famous writers, so his mate selection conditions may be these people..." Oscar Wilde made a decisive decision: "I will also become a famous writer in the future !"

Arthur Rimbaud shouted: "Write it, write it!"

Arthur Rimbaud said: "What's the use of talking about it? I read your poems in the study. They have no special features and cannot be famous in France."

Oscar Wilde clenched his fists and endured the other party's comments. Whoever made Artille Rimbaud famous for writing poetry can be regarded as his predecessor.

"Qiu often asks me, where's your poetry collection?"

"..."

Arthur Lamborghetti.

With his peers, he can tell the truth: "My poetry collection has been finished a long time ago, but it is the infusion of my soul, the full stop of love. Let me give you an example. Would you mind showing your diary to Mr. Wang Qiu?" ?”

Oscar Wilde got it: "Are you going to drag it on?"

Arthur Rimbaud depressed: "Let's wait until I can get a book together."

Oscar Wilde and Arthur Rimbaud ate and drank, and the two drank and confided secrets to each other, and in the end—the parents were called to pick them up.

Ma Shengqiu also saw two people who were so drunk that they carried one on their shoulders and took them away without the help of the waiter.In the carriage, Wilde hugged Aso Qiuya's waist and cried out that he didn't want to get married in this life, while another person hung on Aso Qiuya's lap, laughing: "Mr. Wang Qiu, who is your wife?"

Ma Shengqiu also watched the two of them, and Rimbaud's question pointed directly at people's hearts.

The answer is neither Rimbaud nor Verlaine.

That man...is called Lan Tang.

The next day, the two people who skipped class collectively woke up from a drowsy sleep and screamed twice. Among them, Oscar Wilde screamed the loudest and the most frightened, overshadowing Rimbaud's exclamation.

"Why are you in my bed?!"

"Wilde, take your leg away, it stinks!"

The two people who had just reconciled cursed again.

Oscar Wilde was kicked to the floor by Rimbaud, feeling extremely wronged.

Arthur Rimbaud was still quivering.

"You will also grow strong, with a personality like a little girl."

As soon as the words were finished, Oscar Wilde rolled up his sleeves, picked up the pillow and threw it at him, knocking Arthur Rimbaud on the bed, and started the battle of male dignity.

The room was full of chickens and dogs, and there was no peace.

Ma Shengqiu also passed by the door, hiding his achievements and fame, raised his eyebrows and said: "It's best for you to never collude with each other, and no one will harm anyone."

Yes, he was the one who threw two drunks on one bed.

Sure enough, there was fun.

At the end of the [-]th century, Oscar Wilde and Arthur Rimbaud were the same age, and they were shining figures in the literary circles of Britain and France. In history, they appeared in the same city and never met, just like two parallel roads that are close at hand. Wire.

Ma Shengqiu also made these two lines meet, satisfying the regret of this "reader".

You are one of the best people of our time...

And I am a bystander.

Making money, buying houses, buying land, raising children, collecting copyrights of works, and promoting writers, Ma Shengqiu also gained the ease and equality that were difficult to fully enjoy in the supernatural society at the end of the [-]th century.

His feet healed.

He took off his gloves, revealing his full hands.

The ring mark on the ring finger of his left hand often attracts other people's eyes.

He lost that ring.

However, he got the dignity he wanted before death.

Ma Shengqiu also thought: This is the meaning of meeting Wilde and Rimbaud.

Without special abilities, everyone is mortal.

……

【Gabe, never look down on ordinary people. 】

【why? 】

[Because this society is made up of billions of ordinary people, and it is these helpless ordinary people that the seven betrayers are protecting. 】

【Master and his companions are guarding them...】

【Um. 】

【Mom, I understand, I will also inherit the master's ambition! 】

【Your master... I mean, is Mr. Verne in your body okay? 】

[He ignored me and didn't help me, the worst thing! 】

【…】

Raising children is not in a hurry, and Ma Shengqiu always comforts himself in this way.

It is not only him who wants to stay away from this world, but also the sympathetic Mr. Verne.

Before the arrival of the hot July, Ma Shengqiu did not forget the agreement, and sent an electric fan developed by himself to Matilda in France. Matilda covered her surprised mouth when she received the gift, and looked Tears were shed after the letter.

[Miss Matilda, I wish you happiness in the future. 】

She took revenge on Rimbaud and Verlaine, and also took revenge on Mr. Wang Qiu who took Rimbaud away.

However, the other party still treated her gracefully.

The best thing about a man is that he is courteous to women, tolerant and generous, and understands the oppression of women in this society.

Matilda thought that the world would criticize Mr. Wang Qiu who was married. Unexpectedly, the public opinion has never changed. The French people don't care whether Mr. Wang Qiu is married or not.In other words - Mr. Wang Qiu is even better if he is married, which means that there is no problem with his sexual orientation. This is an upright oriental man inside and out!

"I'm sorry, Mr. Wang Qiu..."

Her moral sense triumphed over that narrow hatred.

Matilda found a pen and wrote a reply letter guiltily on the paper.

【I also wish you a perfect marriage. You are so outstanding, generous and respectful of women. I don’t know what happened between you and your wife. I think she must be the happiest person in the world...】

【I hope everyone can be loved by you. 】

【All will understand your love. 】

There is a distance between people's hearts, like mountains and seas, but there will always be a moment to cross the mountains and seas.

a few days later.

Seeing the reply, Ma Shengqiu also got her blessing.

He witnessed Matilda's transformation from weak to strong, and the other party's blackening was not even one-tenth of what he was in the past, and Matilda was relieved since then, as if implying a certain future...

Let go and be free.

Perseverance, continue the desperate despair.

"You and I are always different, thank you for blessing my marriage."

Ma Shengqiu was also sad, and went to see Gabe who pestered Dumas and asked about Rimbaud for him in "The Mysterious Island".

Gabe said, "Dad, why is Mr. Rimbaud so depressed?"

Dumas replied casually: "His partner is dead."

Gabe wondered: "Aren't the transcendents all powerful? Why can't they protect their partners?"

Alexandre Dumas smiled like a harmless middle-aged man with a bit of vicissitudes in his eyes.

"Because the person who killed his partner was also one of Attil's favorite people. He broke his promise and failed to protect the two of them. In the end, he killed his partner Paul Verlaine himself for revenge. He is now Living, just chasing the illusory 'resurrection', the whole person is not normal, you must not mention the name of 'Aso Qiuya' in front of him."

"Gabe, we have to learn from our mistakes and resolve any misunderstandings immediately. Don't have an overnight feud with the one you love."

"Accidentally..."

"You may regret it for life."

Arthur killed his partner, Arthur Rimbaud ... killed Paul Verlaine.

Aso Qiuya's gentle face is like a mask.

Behind this mask, the soul struggling from death is weeping in silence, refusing to make a sound.He tasted the sadness and joy that he had been waiting for for many years, and his heart lake was blown by a gust of autumn wind.

The waiting flower of lies blooms after death.

"you did it."

Lan Tang, kill someone for me, get rid of the fear in this world for me.

In Wenye World, Arthur Rimbaud, who was chasing the dream of resurrection, would choose to rest in the Twilight Pavilion in the subspace when he was tired.He lay down on the cold coffin, with his cheek against the smooth wood, firmly guarding his dead lover, refusing anyone to enter the Twilight Hall to spy on the sleeping face of the dead.

The appearance of beauty and ugliness is no longer important.

In the dream, he and Ma Shengqiu also embraced and slept together.

【I love you, I never betrayed you, wait for me, Qiuya, I will take you back from the hands of death. 】

【There are many people with the same name and surname in this world, but...】

【Your Rimbaud is me. 】

……

"The Count of Monte Cristo": All human wisdom is contained in these four words: "wait" and "hope"!

—Alexander Dumas.

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