Started with a green hat for Verlaine

After Aso Qiu also calmed down, he stayed overnight at Hugo's house.

Victor Hugo, 72, is raising his grandchildren. His only son, François Hugo, is also getting sick this year and is recuperating at home.

Ma Shengqiu also helped everything he could, and he couldn’t stop a person’s life, old age, sickness and death. After the French pizzeria caused a chain boom, he multiplied Mr. Hugo’s small coffers several times and did not lose the other party’s pension. money.

Today, Victor Hugo is definitely the richest writer in French literature.

Victor Hugo also read the books written by Matilda. He borrowed them from a friend once, and the printed books were sold out long ago.

Gossip is everyone's hobby, and Hugo, who regards Wang Qiu as a friend, is no exception.

During afternoon tea, Victor Hugo asked Akiya Aso.

"Qiu, what kind of person is your wife?"

"A...a person who is very afraid of the cold."

Ma Shengqiu was also dry, as if he was slowly squeezing out the blocked blood.

Victor Hugo sat on a chair with a blanket on his knees, thinking about the "female" that Wang Qiu said, "Then she must be very delicate?"

Ma Shengqiu also shook his head: "'She' is very powerful."

Victor Hugo instantly thought of a certain fighting nation, and his eyes admired. The women in that country were extremely tough, and a strong person could deal with a bear.

Can't see it.

Orientals marry Russian women as wives.

The corner of Aso's mouth twitched: "It's not Russia, 'she' is French."

When it comes to this step, Ma Shengqiu is no longer vague, many things are piled up in his heart, and he always finds an opportunity to chat with someone he trusts.

"Do you want to know my past? Mr. Hugo, my life... Maybe only outsiders can judge me."

Aso Qiuya's eyes seemed to go back to the long past, with fine snow drifting, starting with the dark end of the war, "I first saw 'her', 'she' was very pitiful, lying on the ground, bleeding from her body, The long black hair blocked the face, and after I pushed the hair away, I saw 'her' comatose face..."

Victor Hugo listened to the stories of his friends and fantasized about heroes saving the beauty.

Ma Shengqiu also said with a smile: "I set my goal at the first sight, no matter what 'her' is in the past, I want 'her' to be my lover and my wife."

"It's crazy, isn't it?" Ma Shengqiu also asked himself and answered, "In my bones, I seek excitement, I am selfish and I like to be strong. I hate the mediocre life arranged by my parents. God has given me the opportunity to meet this troubled beauty. I don't want to miss it. .”

Victor Hugo said seriously: "Not crazy, I just wonder how beautiful she is."

Ma Shengqiu also choked, and gave him a lewd look.

"The beauty of 'her' is very unique, not as gorgeous as a rose, nor as dazzling as a god in the sky, but a noble, restrained and melancholy beauty."

"The distance that 'she' gives people is not so far away."

"I like 'her'. Fortunately, after I sent 'her' to the hospital, I found that 'she' had amnesia, and 'she' had forgotten her past, lying empty and helpless on the hospital bed. If I didn't If you help 'her', you can imagine the fate, 'she' doesn't have any ID on her..."

Victor Hugo couldn't help drawing in his mind the image of a beautiful and helpless French aristocratic woman who was separated from her family, injured and lost her memory after encountering danger.

Ma Shengqiu also raised his lips and said the turning point of breaking his legs: "So, I lied to 'her', I am 'her' boyfriend, not long ago 'she' agreed to my pursuit, we have known each other for three months as long as."

Victor Hugo startled in his chair.

Ma Shengqiu also laughed at himself for his means: "'She' believed my lie."

"We soon lived together and lived under the same roof. 'She' believed in me, was docile and amiable, learned to do housework for me, learned to cook for me, and put me first in everything, just like a real A lover who has experienced amnesia. I do my best to provide the other party with a good material life to make up for the guilt of lying, and I have been with 'her' for eight years with this secret on my back."

Victor Hugo lowered his voice and asked, "Did she remember?"

Ma Shengqiu also laughed, "The day after the wedding, 'she' said she remembered."

Victor Hugo said in his heart: The main event is coming.

Even after many years, Aso recalled that day, he still felt the breathless depression, joy, pain, and the sadness of sliding into the abyss after reaching the extreme of happiness.

"'She' weaves my lies into the original memory, shaping our acquaintance and love out of thin air...'She' thought we really knew each other for three months,'She' thought...the past was real in love with me..."

Aso Qiuya's eyes were originally warm and soft, but at this moment they were extremely gloomy.

"'She' doesn't know at all. The purpose of saving 'her' at the beginning is to get 'her'. The reason I love 'her' is that I can't find a better choice."

"The man 'she' fell for was a liar."

"'She'...is a douchebag."

In the end, Ma Shengqiu also wiped the corners of his eyes with the back of his hand as if nothing had happened. His tears could not flow from his eyes, nor could they be retracted from his eyes, so he could only cover them up like this.

Victor Hugo laments this twisted love: "Why did you do it?"

Considering the gap between the nobles and the common people, it is not incomprehensible to him. He believes that many men will be distracted when faced with a noble woman who has amnesia, and embark on a path of no return.But Wang Qiu deserves to be Wang Qiu. What makes him so powerful is that he can lie to the other party for eight years without being exposed, and he can cook raw rice into cooked rice.

Victor Hugo couldn't think of any French aristocratic family who lost their beautiful daughter in recent years, and asked, "Don't you have any children?"

Ma Shengqiu also said: "I don't have any biological children, but I adopted orphans."

"I know what you want to say." Aso Qiu also tactfully stopped Mr. Hugo's inferences about married women. After all, Lantang is a man and cannot become the woman judged by Mr. Hugo, "I and 'her' There are many problems between them, the identity gap is one of them, and the other problem is..."

Victor Hugo answered quickly: "She has a fiancé? Or was she married?"

Aso Qiuya: "..."

Victor Hugo smiled: "I guessed it right."

Ma Shengqiu also had no choice but to say, "Yes, I guessed it right. You are worthy of being a writer of novels, and you are very sensitive to emotional matters."

Victor Hugo stroked his curly beard on his cheeks, "Writers are people who talk on paper, but I use my life experience to judge."

Victor Hugo increasingly interested: "Go ahead."

Ma Shengqiu also exhaled: "You are so keen to know about my bleak past, so let me tell you, 'she' has a well-matched ex-boyfriend. Looking for 'her', the two broke up, but in the end, looking at the situation later, I got involved in their relationship."

Victor Hugo persuaded: "You are so good, she will definitely choose you."

Aso Qiuya's eyes were slightly gloomy, "No, you made a mistake. Judging from the social background at that time, that person is much better than me."

Victor Hugo said bluntly: "You look good, women can't stop it."

Ma Shengqiu also replied: "He is prettier than me."

The beauty of Paul Verlaine in Wenyeli is second only to Posey in England!

In the novel, this person is hailed as an unrestrained Norse god!

Victor Hugo's body was shocked, and he realized that he was a frog in a well. He had never seen a man more stunning than Ma Shengqiu in France for many years!

"Are there any pictures?" Victor Hugo made a voice wanting to see it.

"No." Ma Shengqiu was also expressionless, "You can refer to the Rimbaud we all know, that person is also blond and blue-eyed, and he is many times more refined and elegant than the slovenly Rimbaud. Man, I guess I don't have the confidence to stand opposite him for comparison."

Victor Hugo couldn't help but feel sympathetic. It's too bad luck to have such a rival in love.

"I really can't think of anyone in France who is so good that it can make you lose your confidence. It would be great if you could meet up."

Ma Shengqiu also ignored Hugo's speech and continued: "I thought that time could wear away the traces of the past, 'her' heart was mine, it didn't matter if she had an ex-boyfriend, I didn't pay much attention to this aspect, because 'her' It is worth protecting, every outstanding person is destined to have many suitors."

Victor Hugo wonders: "How did you come to be separated?"

Ma Shengqiu also said, "We quarreled."

Victor Hugo's perception of quarrels is women's screams and cries.

Ma Shengqiu also explained the incident in a simple way: "The day the lie will be exposed, 'she' remembered the whole process, stabbed me and left, and then 'her' ex-boyfriend found me in private, want my life."

Victor Hugo was shocked and said nervously, "Are you okay?"

Ma Shengqiu also changed his words: "If something happened to me, how could I be sitting here."

Victor Hugo scolded: "Those powerful people like to kill to vent their hatred, and the law can't catch them all!"

Ma Shengqiu also felt warm in his heart, and stroked the silk scarf around his neck.

Victor Hugo was not old-eyed and dim-sighted. He looked at his neck keenly, pretending to be rude once, and wanted to take off the other party's silk scarf, but was blocked.

Ma Shengqiu also grabbed Hugo's hand and put it back, not wanting to scare the old man.

He told his ending.

"I almost died, but I survived by luck. Later, I learned through other channels that the man who killed me was dead..."

"Everyone paid the price, too many people have been hurt by this lie."

"Mr. Hugo."

"How do you think I should face my former lover?"

There were dark clouds covering the sky, and the garden of Hugo’s house became cooler. Victor Hugo, who had been fighting in love all his life, was meditating. He raised his eyes to see Wang Qiu, who smiled lightly. Those pains must have been engraved into the marrow of his bones, not a The story of the afternoon can be fully expressed.

Victor Hugo gave the answer: "In your craziest time, you loved her, and in your calmest time, you still can't forget her."

"Oh, what else do you want to ask me?"

"Don't you just want to talk about a passionate love until death?"

"man."

"Born to conquer the one you love!"

"Love is despicable, it is holy, and it is the common selfishness of two people!"

"If you haven't lost, then win, so that those who have been hurt can smile again! Wang Qiu, you have this ability and financial resources. You just paid for the chance of meeting with lies."

……

In Wenye World, after waking up, Victor Hugo looked at the ceiling, did not go to work, and asked for leave because of the recurrence of old injuries due to post-war syndrome.

He was ashamed and confused thinking about one thing.

"I saw Qiu Ye in my dream, and actually persuaded him to reconcile with Attil?"

"Is this the voice of my heart?"

"I……"

"No bends?"

……

"Notre Dame de Paris": Love is like a tree that grows by itself, takes root deep in our hearts, and continues to thrive even on the ruins of our hearts.The more blind this feeling becomes, the more obstinate it becomes, and it is amazing.It is strongest when it makes no sense.

--Victor Hugo.