Started with a green hat for Verlaine

On the day Arthur Rimbaud recovered from his illness, he murmured uncomfortably in his sleep.

"do not go……"

Ma Shengqiu had already booked the boat ticket, and put the suitcase by the wall. He came to Arthur Rimbaud's bed, stroked the other's forehead, and smoothed out the wrinkles between the eyebrows that resembled Leonardo. smoothed together.

"I'm going to see another Arthur Rimbaud."

"In a sense, I have never left you. I chose you more than ten years ago. That was our original fate."

Ma Shengqiu also lowered his head, and placed a kiss on Arthur Rimbaud's forehead.

"I love you."

"May my windbreaker live a long life."

"May my wandering angels laugh all their lives."

He left a letter to arrange funeral arrangements by the other party's pillow, and while the night was dark and Rimbaud's tears were not streaming from the corners of his eyes, he quietly left Ethiopia in Africa alone.

Not long after Ma Shengqiu left, Arthur Rimbaud woke up in the empty house, called "Dad" a few times, and then saw the letter beside the pillow.

Fighting back his tears, Arthur Rimbaud read the letter.

The other party left him a regular travel fund.

If he gets tired of staying in Africa, he can go to other countries and save a little, enough to fulfill his dream of traveling around the world.

If he got sick, Arthur Rimbaud could turn to a British hospital for help. The Nursing College under Nightingale's name and the major hospitals behind him would unconditionally help him, and he would never charge him a penny for consultation.

Wang Qiu gave Oscar Wilde the honor of participating in the research of "penicillin", and at the same time gave Arthur Rimbaud the guarantee of health.

He left the cornerstone of realizing his dream to these two people respectively.

even--

He also has surprises in store for other writers.

Ma Shengqiu also went to France first to settle down Rimbaud's family and reassure them of Rimbaud who is far away abroad.

Immediately afterwards, he returned to the UK and established the "Wang Qiu" Writers Foundation, transferring all the money earned by the investment company for long-term investment to the foundation to encourage writing, so that impoverished writers can get a subsidy, so that Every writer who published a novel during his lifetime was buried.

Ma Shengqiu also terminated his labor contract with Bertha Kinski.

"Miss Bertha, go to France to find Mr. Nobel, he just needs a professional housekeeper, so I shouldn't be the villain who stops you."

He was joking, and handed over a gift in anticipation of their marriage, which was tea and silk bought from the East.

Bertha Kinski said generously, "Thank you boss."

Her eyes have the sweetness of love and the joy of getting rid of being single.

It is definitely the right decision for a woman to choose the Nobel Prize.

Single-minded, rich, talented, literary and artistic, and without parents or brothers, Nobel is completely a diamond-level bachelor in the world.

"I will definitely help the boss find out how many novels he has in his possession." Bertha Kinski snickered, "I can't let the boss down."

The resigned secretary got the same bad taste, and Ma Shengqiu naturally supported her, and couldn't let Mr. Nobel's works be dusted.

Bertha Kinski gave Aso a hug.

"Mr. Wang Qiu, remember to come when I get married."

"..."

Ma Shengqiu also failed to make a promise, and sent his blessings with a smile and tenderness.

Bertha Kinski went to France.

Ma Shengqiu also started to meet his friends in Europe. He appeared frequently in the salons of Britain and France. Even the most tricky reporter failed to make him show a cold face.

Not long after returning to Russia, Leo Tolstoy sent a letter to ask Akiya Aso. The letter only wrote a short sentence: [Did we help you? 】

Aso Qiu also replied: [Yes. 】

This conversation is destined to become a puzzle to which few people know the answer.

When these interpersonal gatherings were reduced, Ma Shengqiu would be free to return to a quiet life with Oscar Wilde.Oscar Wilde unexpectedly showed an attitude of not minding and not being jealous, as gentle as a qualified British gentleman, and seemed to have grown up inadvertently.

"Qiu, I won't be the child who monopolizes you anymore. I have caused you trouble in the past. I apologize for that."

Oscar Wilde performed a gorgeous apology ceremony, with his belly in his chest and chest out, and he had a calm temperament under the cumbersome four-piece suit.

A student at Oxford University, a rookie in the literary world, and a young celebrity in London society, all kinds of titles are crowned on his head. He is no longer the minor who depends on his mother's fame and Akiya Aso's help.

Ma Shengqiu also witnessed his transformation from youthful to mature.

As he grew older, Oscar Wilde's height was never as tall as Aso Qiuya, but became half a head taller than Aso Qiuya.

The glamorous Oscar Wilde has his own society, his favorite opera stars, his classmates and friends, and the aristocrats he knows.His attire will always attract reporters, and every time his ingenious design will get some praise and criticism, he still walks proudly on the street, holding a flower.

This era is rejecting mediocrity.

Everyone is scrambling to express themselves and make the world colorful.

Ma Shengqiu also does not want to be a pool of stagnant water, he wants to walk in the forefront of the times, be a "superior" in the eyes of others, and live a sensational life.

"Oscar, I have decided to prove my innocence to the outside world."

"Ah! Wouldn't this be letting others take advantage of you!"

Oscar Wilde couldn't hold back his demeanor, and was instantly anxious like an ant on a hot pot. He surrounded Ma Shengqiu and persuaded him: "Don't let the nobles get away with it!"

Aso Qiuya: "Pfft."

Ma Shengqiu also looked directly at him: "Calm down, Oscar."

Oscar Wilde obediently sat across from him, took a deep breath, and adjusted his heart to collapse at the thought of Wang Qiu taking off his clothes to the outside world.

"I want to prove myself, and I need the help of people with credibility." Ma Shengqiu also expressed his thoughts, "Whether it's one or two nobles, or one or two writers, they don't have the power to help me suppress public opinion, but I can't take off my clothes in front of everyone, so who am I?"

Oscar Wilde worried: "Do you want to find someone with high authority?"

Ma Shengqiu also shook his head with a smile, "Wrong, who told you that the words of high-ranking and powerful people can make the whole world believe?"

Ma Shengqiu also raised a finger, "I have to remind you that the most deceitful people are the group of dignitaries and nobles, even the prime minister is not trustworthy."

Oscar Wilde was surprised.

The reason why Ma Shengqiu doesn’t trust the prime minister is that the prime minister intervened in the incident of Wilde’s imprisonment in history. Mr. Marquis threatened the prime minister, and if he didn’t close the case with Wilde, he would shake off the prime minister and his eldest son. As a result, the prime minister had no choice but to die. Friends are not dead and poor, let's cheat Wilde together.

A vaccination in advance will help make Wilde sober.

——Don't place yourself among nobles and prostitutes.

Ma Shengqiu also said: "The person I am looking for, first of all, must not make me sick, and secondly, let other people believe the conclusions spoken by these people."

"May I?" Oscar Wilde offered himself.

Ma Shengqiu also rolled his eyes at him: "Oscar, self-confidence is a good thing, and overconfidence is a sign of inflation. Few people believe what you say."

Oscar Wilde sighed.

"I still don't understand, what groups are you talking about?"

"doctor."

Ma Shengqiu also stated his profession neatly. If a doctor's words are not trustworthy, then invite several doctors with the most credibility!

"Only people in this profession are used to seeing the body, saving lives and healing the wounded, and can ignore gender. The older the doctor, the less concerned about the beauty and ugliness of the body."

"All I want is—"

"Surgeons over 70 years old!"

"They don't dare to lie about their reputations. They have benefited countless people and have great potential influence. Nobles don't want to offend such old people!"

Ma Shengqiu also smiled at Oscar Wilde, who was born in a doctor's family. That smile warmed Oscar Wilde's heart, because Wang Qiu, who was hurt by rumors, believed the doctor most!His father was such a surgeon!

Ma Shengqiu also tore off the silk scarf around his neck, and was the first to reveal the result to his own people. His smooth skin was the proof that he had stepped into a new life.

"The time to verify the skin is set on January [-]th."

"This day is my death day."

He is sitting on the sofa.

However, his dead soul always feels the pulling force in the dark.

"Oscar, after I recover..." Ma Shengqiu couldn't say a complete sentence, Oscar Wilde was already extremely excited about his skin recovery, and he took the initiative to check the neck of the Oriental man, and said quite excitedly: "Great It's over! You don't have to hide anymore! My nightmare is over!"

The corner of Ma Shengqiu's mouth twitched: "Nightmare?"

Well, he remembered that the other party had seen the scars all over his body.

Young man—tsk, you're so courageous.

In the scene of a horror movie that can be named "The Snow Man", who can help him in good faith except Oscar Wilde?

Yangou has the advantages of Yangou.

Ma Shengqiu also met Oscar Wilde because of their fate.

"Oscar, what do you want to eat today? I'll cook for you. By the way - I bought you a field yesterday, which can bring you an annual income of about [-] pounds. From now on, you can concentrate on reading and writing. "

"Hiss, how much did you pay for it?"

"Not much. I had a meal with the Duke of Westminster. Under his recommendation, I bought someone else's field for [-] pounds. The location is not bad."

"God!!!"

Oscar Wilde knelt.

The Duke of Westminster, one of the four richest dukes in England!The super rich with an annual real estate income of more than [-] pounds!

Is this what it's like to get rich overnight?He understands!

In a trance, he saw that a road had been paved for his future, the thorns on it had been pulled out, the soil was covered, and the lilies he liked were all over the carpet, and what he gave to Wang Qiu was just a small part of it. cluster.

--returning a Favour many times more.

Ma Shengqiu also repaid Wilde's kindness with practical actions.

……

January [-], [-].

Ma Shengqiu also summoned well-known surgeons from many countries. The youngest of these people was 70 years old, and the longest was 90 years old.

Nightingale stood among a group of old doctors, and she didn't violate the harmony at all.

She has a similar kindness in her.

Today, she came here as a supervisor. For the justice of the people and to protect Wang Qiu's privacy, she is willing to vouch for Wang Qiu.

Ma Shengqiu also walked into the room, took off his clothes, and only kept his underwear. The mentality of these old doctors was regarded as a physical examination, even if one or two of them were sexually interested, so what?

How pitiful it is to have more than enough heart but not enough strength.

Ma Shengqiu also smiled thickly.

His brain automatically forgets the deeds of Victor Hugo, fierce people are always rare, and normal people are basically ascetic at this age.

Five minutes later, a group of old doctors walked out slowly.

Nightingale asked: "Are there any scars?"

The oldest doctor replied with emotion: "There are no scars, no red blood streaks, no dark spots...not even a single mole."

What a legendary beauty, they met at this age.

This is God's masterpiece!

Nightingale was relieved, and he and Ma Shengqiu also looked at each other with a smile, Nightingale said: "It is enough to announce the truth to the public."

Ma Shengqiu also respected: "Thank you for your hard work."

All of a sudden, years of rumors can be washed away.

outside world.

Newspapers, magazines, and journalists from all walks of life were blown up.

Wang Qiu!you cheat!How can this kind of inspection thing be done without them!

It was too late, and Ma Shengqiu also took the bottom line to save himself from being molested by the public, borrowing the word of mouth from the medical profession, perfectly fished himself out of the mire, and slapped the mud on the nobleman's face.

"I'm a clean person, and I don't like being surrounded by people, so I have to ask these respected old gentlemen for help."

"Thank you for your work, I got the best gift!"

"This is going to be the happiest birthday I've ever had."

after one day.

The mainstream British newspapers published Wang Qiu's speech.

Countless writers are still honored.

They saw the right person, Mr. Wang Qiu is worthy of their work!

It's just a pity...that...everyone knows...

Gustave Flaubert, a reclusive writer in Lyon, France, cried to Maupassant: "I missed my chance again!"

Maupassant dug his ears, "Teacher, Wang Qiu only invited doctors and nurses, but he didn't invite Victor Hugo, who is in his 70s, which means that he already knew what you were thinking and didn't want to be stared at by a group of old perverts. "

Gustave Flaubert was devastated and could not take the blow.

"My thoughts on him are simple, I just want to see his..." Gustave Flaubert murmured to himself, and suddenly his eyes widened, "You little bastard, who is the old man?" Pervert!"

Maupassant quickly changed his words: "Hugo! I'm talking about Mr. Hugo!"

Gustave Flaubert was satisfied.

A Frenchman who is not bisexual is not worthy to be the leader of the French literary world!

Only those who have read thousands of sails can write mature works!

Literary leader Hugo: "..."

Being a leader can be really hard sometimes.

……

The Marquess of Queensberry was satisfied with the public information.

A man whom he befriends is not a slave.

Wang Qiu is indeed a mysterious but clean and upright man.

The patron of the boxing club next door, the well-known Marquess of Queensberry, finally moved his feet and came to Wang Qiu's company in person as a guest.As the host, Ma Shengqiu also made a cup of black tea for the Marquis of Queensberry, as if he had forgotten the other party's coldness and sarcasm.

The Marquess of Queensberry was a little embarrassed, and said in a rare way: "I'm sorry, I misunderstood you, you should have told me earlier."

Ma Shengqiu also made a request: "As compensation, can I enjoy a boxing match held by Mr. Marquis?"

The Marquis of Queensberry immediately said triumphantly: "No problem!"

During the process of watching the game, the Marquess of Queensberry explained the whole process, explained the rules, and commented on the players. He passionately told about his favorite field, and Ma Shengqiu also easily resolved the embarrassment of the two.

When the match was over, Ma Shengqiu also said regretfully: "This is the first boxing match I watched, and it will also be the last. My wish is fulfilled, and I may leave Europe soon."

The Marquis of Queensberry was surprised, and he swung his whip to promise: "Are you worried about the nobles' revenge? With me here, they dare not attack you."

Ma Shengqiu also thought: I believe this, of course, you are the one in history who dared to chase down the British Prime Minister with a whip when you heard a little gossip. If the British prince didn't stop you, you would have beaten the Prime Minister. .

Ma Shengqiu also rolled his eyes, smiled at the violent and upright Marquis, "No, I'm just homesick."

For this reason, the Marquess of Queensberry was speechless.

Ma Shengqiu also vaccinated Mr. Marquis: "Mr. Marquis, you should protect your children well. I found that they are noble and good-looking. I am afraid they will easily go astray in the future."

The Marquis of Queensberry immediately sneered, "Hehe, they dare."

Ma Shengqiu also shrugged: "The more forbidden, the more interesting, has Mr. Marquis forgotten the creed in the noble circle?"

Lord Queensberry choked.

Paris, France and London, England are two gay gathering places.

Tourists know the truth better than locals.

Ma Shengqiu also said: "At this time, it is necessary to find a good teacher and provide appropriate enlightenment education so that they can have a correct understanding."

If someone else said this, the Marquess of Queensberry would be able to go down with a whip. Doesn't he exist as a teacher in an aristocratic family?But the person who spoke was Wang Qiu, a smart man who could fight against the aristocrats without losing. It was necessary for the Marquis of Queensberry to think about his three sons.

No, it should be two.

The second child looks a bit worse, not as good as the eldest and third child.

The Marquess of Queensberry asked, "Do you have any recommended teachers?"

Ma Shengqiu also said: "Don't look for teachers from well-known universities, especially those from Oxford and Cambridge schools. I personally suggest to find some ordinary teachers with harmonious and happy families. The effect will be better."

The Marquess of Queensberry's eyelids twitched, and he understood that he couldn't put his son in these two schools, he had to change to a school with a good school spirit.

"Thank you for your suggestion."

"You're welcome, Mr. Marquis, sometimes the greatest achievement of a person is not only external things, but an excellent offspring."

Ma Shengqiu didn't know how much his words could reduce childhood beatings for the children of the Douglas family, but he reached the limit that a bystander could intervene, and the rest depended on the Marquis' fatherly love.

Walking out of the door, Aso Qiuya's ears became calm from the hustle and bustle. There was no car he was used to on the road, only the sound of carriage rollers.

In the era of insufficient electricity, the distance between people is getting closer.

Ma Shengqiuya's mind flickered, he lowered his head to look at his hands, it was not his own illusion, his hands just blurred for a moment.

This "body" may have to return to the most essential state of the soul.

He is not alive after all.

The reporters squatting not far away rubbed their eyes.

Is the sun too harsh?

Ma Shengqiu didn't delay any longer, worrying about the negative impact of his situation.He tried his best to work, plan for the future, and in the last time, he explained the departure for himself, and declared that he wanted to go back to his hometown and see his family.

At the end of January, when he returned to his apartment in London, Oscar Wilde, who had read the newspaper, asked anxiously, "Qiu, where is your home?"

Ma Shengqiu also said, "In the distance."

Oscar Wilde's expression suddenly changed.

"Will you come back?" Oscar Wilde thought of Ma Shengqiu's behavior of buying a house and land for himself, his hands and feet were cold, and he could no longer feel the slightest joy. "Are you going to leave England forever? Just like going to the Fairy Club Like the land of fairies, are you going somewhere I can't find you?"

Ma Shengqiu couldn't bear his sadness, and cleverly said: "My hometown is far away, and ordinary people can't go there. My children are waiting for me there, and the conflicts between me and my wife are waiting for me to resolve. "

Aso put his hand on Oscar Wilde's shoulder, as if treating a man who deserved equal treatment.

"Oscar, I am a father and a husband."

"We all have to be responsible."

"Let me tell you a secret." Aso Qiu also said, "I can see your future. Oscar's future is to marry the girl he likes. She is as beautiful as a lily. She is your most satisfactory wife. Between you You gave birth to two lovely sons, one named Cyril and the other Vivian, and you wrote a famous fairy tale for the children..."

Oscar Wilde was confused. He believed in Wang Qiu, but the other party actually said that he would marry a wife and have children, and described it in such detail.

two sons...

He will also be a father, a father who writes fairy tales for his children.

Ma Shengqiu also said, "I won't lie to you."

Oscar Wilde shed tears, "I thought... I couldn't fall in love with anyone else, let alone get married and have children."

Ma Shengqiu also said: "There is a difference between ideals and reality. When you are with me, you are embracing a dead body. I cannot give any warm response to your love. I am cold and not old. Europeans will doubt me." With my identity, I can't even accompany you to middle age, do you understand?"

"As an undead, time is frozen."

"I should have died, but my soul came here and got to know you, which gradually gave me the motivation to live."

"I'm homesick, Oscar."

Ma Shengqiu also patted Oscar Wilde, who uttered famous words, but he couldn't learn it himself, "Have you forgotten what you said? Learning to love yourself is the beginning of a lifelong romance."

"Fuck his romance!" Oscar Wilde cried with his head in his arms.

He screamed: "I only want you!"

Ma Shengqiu also straightened his face, "Then let me tell you clearly, it is impossible for the two of us. You like beauties, and I like beauties too."

Oscar Wilde's cries came to an abrupt end, tears hanging on his eyelashes, as pathetic as they could be.

Shouldn't Yangou and Yangou live happily together?

Ma Shengqiu also took out a stick figure from his pocket, opened the half-folded position, and showed Oscar Wilde the animation image of Lantang.

"My wife—looks like this, I can't cheat."

"..."

"Also, this is my younger brother, this is my son, this is my youngest son, this man with receding hairline used to be my secretary."

In order to break his mind, Ma Shengqiu pulled out all the beauties in Wenye World to show Oscar Wilde.

Dazai Osamu, Edogawa Ranpo, Nakahara Chuya, Mori Ogai...all of them are paper people, it is difficult to PK with real people.

This is a beautiful world.

[Accept your fate, Oscar. 】

[Even if I get divorced, I can't be with you. 】

In the apartment, the heart of an English man cracked open.

This winter broke Oscar Wilde's heart, and Ma Shengqiu also concentrated on recuperating his body and mind for him. Occasionally, his body would feel like a frame drop, which frightened Oscar Wilde a lot, and he mistakenly thought that the other party was going to disappear.

"You go home! I'm not sad anymore!"

"...Oscar, how can I take it seriously when you say that."

Ma Shengqiu is also a considerate person, and when he heard the other party's agreement, he felt extremely sad.

Oscar Wilde saw the unbearable eyes of the other party, and the selfish desire and pain intertwined in his heart relaxed. He remembered that he relied on the other party and enjoyed the care of the other party as a matter of course because of the grace of saving his life.

Obviously at the beginning, he refused to get something for nothing, but later, he fell under Wang Qiu's gentleness.

He shouldn't be like this.

As Wang Qiu said, he should act like a responsible man.

"Qiu, we are friends... not benefactors." Oscar Wilde blurted out, "I don't want such charity. If I can't catch you, let me remember you forever!"

Oscar Wilde plucked up his courage and rushed towards Ma Shengqiu, trying to imprint his pouting mouth on the other's lips.

"Snapped--!"

Ma Shengqiu also slapped the guy awake.

Oscar Wilde covered his face against the hot slap marks on his face, sobbing like a little daughter-in-law.

Completely defeated.

Not even a dream kiss.

Ma Shengqiu also curled his lips, with a helpless expression, as if he had treated his own children in a rebellious period, "I'm married, let's not talk about moral degradation, I treat you like a child, but you want to kiss me?"

"Oscar, I'm tired of living in this life, just tell me."

"I can follow you with my soul!"

Oscar Wilde didn't care about being sad, and was quite sharp-toothed.

Ma Shengqiu also chuckled, "Do you know the pain of suicide?"

"I was dismembered and died, and I was fortunate enough to become an undead after death. If you want to 'live' like me, you have to be dismembered once."

"Neck, chest, limbs, all were chopped up."

"As long as you are willing, I will take you to a factory with a cutting machine right now, and let those disabled old workers tell you what the pain of being cut off is, and what is the fate of falling into the cutting machine."

After finishing speaking, Ma Shengqiu also took Oscar Wilde out.

In a large factory, Oscar Wilde, who had never experienced the sufferings of life, got a perfect science popularization from the workers.

There is nothing more direct than bare fingers.

Oscar Wilde's eyes averted.

Ma Shengqiu also held Oscar Wilde's hand, giving him the courage to look directly at the disability, "Remember, this is the life of the bottom people."

"Oscar, do you still want to commit suicide?"

"..."

Oscar Wilde found himself still loving life.

For the first time, he realized that even if he lost Wang Qiu, he would still have his parents and elder brother, and family affection and love would hold the same weight.

It is these things that make him feel happy and miss the world...

"I want to go home."

Oscar Wilde said wearily.

"Okay, let's go back together."

Ma Shengqiu also dragged him out of the factory, but the other party was out of his wits, and thanks to Ma Shengqiu's guidance, he boarded the train home.

In Ireland, Mrs. Wilde was amazed to see her youngest son.

Ma Shengqiu also said, "He misses you."

Oscar Wilde hugged his mother without saying a word. Mrs. Wilde smiled and said to her son who was suddenly clingy: "My Oscar has grown a lot taller. Didn't he get bullied at Oxford University?"

Ma Shengqiu also answered for Wilde: "He is the only one who bullies others. Who would dare to bully our famous Oscar Wilde?"

Oscar Wilde laughed through his tears.

He looked at the tall and tall Wang Qiu through his mother's shoulder, and the oriental man who had been with him for six years gave him a narrow smile.

He is not only an elder, but also a peer, and a guide in life.

"You're the best."

Oscar Wilde heard Wang Qiu's praise, and accepted the reality of being broken up in a tragic way. In his next life, he must be more handsome!

The Wildes and his wife are at home, and my brother has also returned.

Ma Shengqiu also told the Wilde family about his plan to return to his hometown, and received their care and support, but when asked when he would return, Ma Shengqiu also said with a smile: "I don't know, the wandering soul It’s not easy to settle down.”

After going back, it is life or death, and Ma Shengqiu is also very open.

Anyway, he wants to go back.

He wants results.

He found the "true culprit" who killed him.

By the way, he wanted to destroy his supernatural portrait, so as not to let the bloody and tearful self continue to scare people.

Sir William Wilde asked: "When are we going?"

Oscar Wilde's heart tightened.

Ma Shengqiu also said: "When spring comes, it is suitable for long-distance travel."

spring?Spring in Ireland is from February to April, Oscar Wilde was thinking about the time quickly, his brother Willie Wilde jumped up the topic: "Then we can play together before the weather warms up!"

Ma Shengqiu also said relaxedly, "No problem."

Ma Shengqiu also said to Oscar Wilde: "You can go anywhere, and I will leave it to you to arrange my itinerary during this time."

Oscar Wilde heard his unfinished words.

——as a lifetime memorial.

In February, when the spring flowers bloomed in the middle of February, Aso Qiuya and Wilde's family did not go too far, and completed a tour of Ireland.He chose to leave this spring and hugged Oscar Wilde and Arthur Rimbaud who came back suddenly at the port.

Apparently Oscar Wilde informed Rimbaud.

The two shared the same sadness and tacit understanding, and sent Ma Shengqiu to board a multinational cruise ship to sea, saying parting words.

Ma Shengqiu also traveled by boat, smiling, waved goodbye to the two young people standing at the port, and signaled them: I am going to find my own home.

He returned to the box, sat on the chair, and opened the five books he carried with him--"The Temptation of St. Anton", "The Mysterious Island", "Resurrection", "The Portrait of Dorian Gray", "Painting Book" .

His eyes skipped over them, including Gabe, who was no longer the most eye-catching existence, and finally his eyes fell on the "Colorful Paintings".

He saw Lan Tang unfold the "color painting collection".

He saw Lan Tang walking alone into the golden Twilight Pavilion.

He saw Lan Tang lying on the coffin, reading the latest resurrection information over and over again, calling his name...

[Autumn also. 】

Ma Shengqiu also had tears in his eyes, remembering what he saw on January [-]th, Lan Tang did not receive any birthday presents for him.

This is their common birthday, no one celebrates for Lan Tang.

His hand touched the books, but he couldn't penetrate the books to touch people from another world.Through this period of observation, he found more and more that he had misunderstood Lan Tang, Lan Tang was not Paul Verlaine!

As a French transcendent, Lan Tang does not correspond to any three-dimensional literary giant. He is a unique and special existence.

"Seeing your soul clearly is my greatest achievement."

Aso Qiu also whispered.

The five books exuded a faint light, and their power merged into his transparent body, and the traction force strengthened again, almost dragging him into the world of books.

"I am going home."

"However, I can't cause trouble for others. If I disappear alone in the room, everyone on this ship will be blamed..."

He was thoughtful.

"Suddenly realized that I regard that world as my home."

At night, Ma Shengqiu also walked out of the room and came to the deck. His body became more and more light and transparent, and even the sea breeze could pass through his body.

Looking at his partner who has not forgotten him, he recited the poems in the "Colorful Painting Collection", his brows and eyes stretched, and his heart was empty: "Change our destiny and overcome our disasters, from now on."

He carried five books and disappeared on the deck.

The guests and crew panicked, and believers knelt down on the spot, shouting that they saw the saint who passed away.

……

[I once came to the world with nothing. 】

[It is you who put clothes on me, feed me water and food, and awaken my will to love myself. 】

[Thank you, Oscar Wilde. 】

【met you. 】

[It's my luck. 】

【You and Rimbaud, live a good life and no longer be disturbed by poverty... I believe you will become best friends. 】

……

The world is transformed, and it is strange and bizarre.

Souls from higher dimensions travel through the infinite void.

Ma Shengqiu also had the mentality of going all out, obsessively thinking about Wenye's home in the world, until his consciousness became hazy and his spirit became lax.

After an unknown amount of time, time lost its concept in the void.

At a certain moment, Ma Shengqiu also woke up suddenly, similar to the reaction of human beings waking up from a nightmare. He felt that his soul was falling, falling continuously, hitting his back against a hard object, and his soul fell into an extremely dark environment. .

Ma Shengqiu also tried to concentrate, but found that he couldn't see or hear anything.

The surroundings are closed.

He raised his right hand with great effort, his body was unprecedentedly heavy, as if every bone was being oppressed by "gravity".He bent his fingers and tapped directly above, and the "ceiling" made a dull wooden sound.He touched the surrounding walls, the corners were square and airtight, and the place where he was lying seemed to be inside the coffin?

He returned to Wenye world after his death?

Aso Qiu was also delighted. With the help of countless writers' works and the powerful force of five books, is it so easy to come back?Then, he touched something "buried" next to him, which seemed to be another skeleton.

He—touched the furry earmuffs.

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