Started with a green hat for Verlaine

Aso Qiuya is going to the photo studio to take a new photo today.

Lan Tang took out the suit he was going to wear when going out in the morning, followed the tutorials on the Internet, and ironed it for the other party himself.Ma Shengqiu also came out of the bathroom of the rental house, his cheeks were stained with water, his beard was clean-shaven, and the fighting spirit in his eyes made him look like an elite in the workplace.

The stereo in the living room played the melody of piano music, and under the soothing atmosphere of daily life, the two exchanged a refreshing close kiss.

Ma Shengqiu also bit Lan Tang's cheek mischievously.

Lan Tang took out a napkin and wiped it, and scolded the other party: "No, there are teeth marks."

Ma Shengqiu was also confident: "You despise me?"

Lan Tang said: "It's useless to say anything, don't leave marks on my face, and Huaguo's atmosphere is conservative, I will be laughed at when I go out, last time I went out to the supermarket, I was stared at my neck. "

Lan Tang is a person who doesn't care about other people's opinions, but if there are too many people staring at him, he will suffer from occupational diseases and will feel extremely uncomfortable.

Lan Tang pushed him away with the same strength as if he hadn't.

Ma Shengqiu took advantage of the trend and took a half step back, his hands still around Lan Tang's waist, the lines pinched out by the French girdle made people's eyes hard to leave.

Lan Tang said: "Go home and let you eat whatever you want."

Then, Lan Tang pointed to the clothes: "Wait for me a while,"

Ten minutes later, Aso Qiu also went out with Lan Tang. Lan Tang was still the same, dressed in a buttoned windbreaker, not in the habit of wearing it open.Aso Akiya, who stood shoulder to shoulder with Lantang, was wearing a black suit bought in a mall today, with neat hair tucked behind his ears.

Lan Tang proficiently greeted his neighbors and said hello to grandpas and aunts. He spoke Chinese that was close to the standard, which was completely a manifestation of his closeness to Huaguo.

Ma Shengqiu also watched his performance with a smile, and his demeanor was very casual.

They go to have breakfast first, and then go to the photo studio.

After Aso Qiuya and Lan Tang left the rental house in this old community, there were discussions about them.

"This foreign kid looks good."

"The photos posted on my granddaughter's wall are all of these foreigners."

"Aunt Li, I feel a little familiar. Could the two of them be celebrities secretly dating?"

"Definitely not, I've seen too many celebrities in Yanjing City."

Aunt Li from the community street affirmed that her eyes are particularly sharp, and the locals living in the old community of Yanjing have strong judgment.

"The celebrities walk so flamboyantly that they wish they were protected by seven or eight bodyguards. How can they be so casual? In private, the celebrities wrap themselves up, and I can smell the perfume on them with my nose."

Unlike celebrities, the two people who left only had a clean smell. To put it simply, it was the smell of drying after being washed in the washing machine.

Ordinary, clean, and revealing the confidence that is not brought by appearance.

Wherever he goes, he looks like someone from a TV show.

"The young man surnamed Wang must be someone who is a white-collar worker, a gold-collar worker, or someone who has been a boss before." A man with the same surname as Wang Qiu, Wang Qiu, walked out of the small courtyard on the first floor of his house, waving a cattail fan, "But that foreigner , Tsk tsk, the old man felt too low-key from him."

Aunt Li's eyes sharpened: "Spy?"

The retired woman chatting about trivial matters next to her cheered up.

"Can we catch another spy?"

"Awards are not important, I just like the flags issued by the government."

"Hey, you still want to catch spies?"

"I can't catch it, but I can report it!"

The grandpas and aunts in Yanjing started chatting, the angles were strange, but the outrageousness also touched the truth—Lantang had really done espionage work before, and when he went abroad, he would pay special attention to integrating into the local life.

Uncle Wang, who brought up the conversation, shook his head with an unteachable expression, which attracted Aunt Li's attention.

This Uncle Wang was not simple before. He was a cadre.

Uncle Wang said: "I knew that each of you has a bad memory. What happened recently, have you forgotten?"

Aunt Li recalled: "The biggest thing recently is that the Frenchman committed suicide in Japan, and the golden house disappeared."

Uncle Wang asked, "For whom did the Frenchman die?"

Aunt Li said firmly: "I remember it clearly, Aso Qiuya, it's rare to have a Japanese name so easy to remember."

Uncle Wang fanned it with a cattail fan: "What does Ma Shengqiu look like?"

Aunt Li said casually: "Isn't it Japanese? Their hairstyle is very fashionable. They wear bangs on purpose. They are called 'male gods' by those little girls on the Internet. I hate their colorful hair the most. It makes a group of children think Hair dye, this Ma Shengqiu is not very different from us..."

As soon as the words fell, a person in the group of aunts yelled.

"I remember now!"

Aunt Sun, who often travels abroad, said excitedly: "That face is incredible, there is a similar person in our country——!!!"

Aunt Li was confused.

Aunt Sun patted her thighs: "The one surnamed Wang looks like Ma Shengqiuye!"

Aunt Li's memory fog disappeared, her eyes widened, and she suddenly remembered the similar reason, not because Wang Qiu looked too much like a certain star, but because that face had been on the news of the international community, it was the deceased in the Golden House incident, Became one of the memories of the times.

Uncle Wang couldn't take it anymore, stepped forward and said, "Fart, you've got it wrong."

Aunt Sun retorted: "Where did I say something wrong?"

Uncle Wang said triumphantly: "Look at your virtue. It is Ma Shengqiu who looks like Wang Qiu, but it is not Wang Qiu who looks like Ma Shengqiu. The boys in our country don't have to look like a Japanese at all."

Speaking of this, Uncle Wang smacked his lips: "This young man is very sensible. He invited me to write couplets on the first day he came here."

Aunt Sun was too lazy to argue with him, and went home in a hurry: "I have to call and tell my daughter who is going to school. She likes Aso Qiuya very much, and she is arguing to go to Japan to study in university. I can't let her go to Japan." country—”

The upsurge of discussion in the old community focused on Wang Qiu and the foreigners.

"Is there anyone in the community? Does anyone know what that foreigner's name is?"

"Is it British?"

"Coincidentally, I registered his information, Lan Tang, a Frenchman."

"This name is well-educated. It is different from those foreigners named Tom and George. Zhilan Yushu, Jinyu Mantang..."

"Uncle Wang, don't be so profane, maybe you just translated it casually!"

"What do you know, the French before the translation is also nice—"

Lan Tang.

What is the closest French name for this Chinese name?

Uncle Wang's expression froze showing off his talent, and he didn't continue talking in the noisy environment. He walked home tremblingly, picked up the phone: "Hello, are you Yaoyaoling? I want to report a person who lives on our side. French."

Under careful questioning by the police, Uncle Wang said firmly, "It's not wrong, I suspect that there is something wrong with his identity, Lan Tang? This name is basically 'Rimbaud' in France!"

"Frenchman, Rimbaud, whose name was in the papers in August, sir, my brain is clear!"

"I suspect that he has evil intentions, pretending to be the dead Rimbaud, and trying to harm the young men of our country!"

"You have to arrest people quickly, no, protect them."

"That young man named Wang Qiu looks too dangerous!"

"How dangerous are you asking me?"

"During the Chinese New Year, my great-granddaughter clamored to marry him when she grew up!"

The Golden House incident made Arthur Rimbaud and Ma Shengqiu completely famous, and was considered by the world to be a true portrayal of love, and the ancient legend of the Golden House directly intoxicated the women in Huaguo, wishing someone could give it to them.

That year, the international price of gold plummeted.

Investors were afraid that Arthur Rimbaud would bring gold into the market.

The people of Huaguo were overjoyed, and they insisted on hyping up gold. Many people couldn't get a gold house, but they could use gold to make a mini version.

The scaled-down architectural model of the Twilight Pavilion is very popular on the Internet. The second generation of Hua Guofu scrambled to post pictures on Twitter to show off their "collection": a small gold-built Twilight Pavilion.

The ups and downs after Ma Shengqiu's death made him one of the most well-known foreigners in China and gained many fans.

What is a star?

This is the "star"!Influence the world with one's own power!

In the photo studio, under the guidance of the staff of the photo studio, Ma Shengqiu sat upright in front of the camera, kept a spring-like demeanor on his face, and tried to show his best state on the photos.

Lan Tang stood in the corner to accompany him, took out his wallet, and paid the bill by the way.

"how much is it?"

"Hey, my husband can speak Chinese, 20 yuan for a photo, [-] yuan for an expedited one."

After paying the bill, a light flashed, and Lan Tang turned to look at his lover who was sitting.

After the "click" sound.

The black-haired man instantly lifted the seal of not being able to grin, his smile was filled with the joy of returning home, and only Lan Tang knew his feelings best.When Lan Tang returned to France, Mr. Baudelaire took him to make a new human skin mask, supplemented his ID photo, and regained his French household registration.

They will fall in love and come together. With acquired hard work and a natural fit, the two finally walk on the same path.

You know my joy, and I know your longing.

——We miss our hometown.

Lan Tang took out another hundred-yuan bill from his wallet, put it between his fingers, and put it on the cash register of the store.

"tip."

"Sir, we don't accept tips here!"

Lan Tang did not listen to her voice. The customs of each country are different, but the meaning of money is the same. There is no reason why money cannot be given out.With the joy of inheriting the "inheritance", he walked behind the photographer to check Wang Qiu's photos together.

The man in the photo is very handsome, approaching middle age, with undiminished charm, more temperament than when he was young, belonging to the international general appearance.

After reading it, Lan Tang praised and praised the photographer.

It made the photographers feel embarrassed, and avoided enthusiastic foreigners. Who knew that foreigners would ignore them when they got the photos, and went to talk to the black-haired man who took the photo with a smile, like a couple in love.

Photographer: "..."

Faced with this photo that does not need to be retouched, the photographer was very straightforward. Using the machine on the spot, he printed out a set of photos and gave them to the two.

Lan Tang picked up the scissors, clicked, and took a photo of the other party's head, and put it in his wallet.There are a few things that will never be missing in his wallet: thousand-yen yen bills, photos of Akiya Aso, and bank cards of Akiya Aso.

Ma Shengqiu was also sweet for the behavior he put in his heart: "Lan Tang, why don't you take a photo too, I also need you in my wallet."

Lan Tang said in satisfaction, "Okay."

Relying on the youthful appearance of the transcendent, another perfect photo without retouching was born, which became the proud work of the photographer in his life.

At the place where the official ID photo information was updated, Ma Shengqiu also took advantage of his relationship with high-level officials to take an urgent passage.

He got his latest ID card.

The surface of the card seems to retain the heat just made, and the surface is covered with a film.

Hua Guo's ID card contains his personal information after his resurrection.

——His name is Wang Qiu.

……

Standing in the hall, Wang Qiu's tears flowed unconsciously, and a drop of water splashed on the brand new ID card.

Lantang blocked the line of sight that others would see.

Men do not shed tears lightly.

This inner softness does not need to be seen by outsiders or accompanied by a second person, he will be jealous.

Lan Tang waited for Wang Qiu's mood to ease, and asked expectantly.

"Qiu, when did you reissue our marriage certificate together?"

"My requirements are not high."

"Just give me a card from Huaguo."

In an instant, Wang Qiu's tears flowed backwards, and he wanted to suck them back into his eyes. He leaned back 45 degrees when he heard "Hua Guo Marriage Certificate".

He was stunned by this "simple" little wish.

"Honey……"

"what happened?"

"If you are not afraid of our lifelong love, I suggest you change your wish, or change your marriage certificate from another country."

"Why? Is there anything special about this country?"

"Ah—we're conservative."

Seeing Lan Tang's confidence in his previous marriage certificate, Wang Qiu covered his face and spoke the truth of countless citizens: "It's harder than resurrection, do you understand?"

Lan Tang was dumbfounded.

This is different from what I thought!

Wang Qiu hooked Lan Tang's index finger with his index finger, put it in his palm and held it.

He made a bold statement: "Other countries, you can choose! I will accompany you to fill in marriage certificates in all the places in the world where you can get married!"

In life, there must always be some unsatisfactory places.

He is now an ordinary citizen, cowardly, cowardly.

I swear to the death that I will not be a troublemaker!

……