Started with a green hat for Verlaine

Ma Shengqiu was also buried in the past.

Arthur Rimbaud then died in love, putting an end to all kinds of grievances.

The reunited love formed their names. There are no Aso Qiuya and Arthur Rimbaud in the world, only Wang Qiu and Lan Tang who stay together for life.

After returning home, the two fell into a delicate state, wanting to make up for the rift, stepping on the minefield that led to the falling out that year.

Wang Qiu said to Lan Tang: "It's my fault that I lied to you."

Lan Tang felt guilty: "I misunderstood that you took me as a substitute, and it was my fault later on."

Wang Qiu said again: "I hated Verlaine unilaterally. I thought you would kill him. I didn't consider your thoughts."

Lan Tang's toes were ground on the ground, and he lifted the man again.

Wang Qiu wanted to know Lan Tang's true thoughts and restore the other party's feelings, and asked, "Did your heart ache the moment you killed him?"

Lan Tang almost wanted to avoid the question, but stopped abruptly.

"You asked me this question, and I also want to ask you a question—" Lan Tang didn't allow himself to be depressed by himself, and said calmly, "Did you regret it the moment you knew my real name was Paul Verlaine?"

Wang Qiu and Lan Tang stared at each other for a moment, a strange murderous aura appeared between them, and the "color painting collection" enveloped their bodies, which was icy cold, and it was the best cooling air conditioner in summer - zero electricity bill.

"Good question." Wang Qiu broke the dead silence rashly, and made a sinister confession, "Let me answer you, for such a thousandth of a second, I regret it."

Lan Tang almost wanted to hang Wang Qiu's feet and shook his head.

What's going on in your head!

This heartless man chases people and plays tricks, and he likes to read names when he recognizes people!

Fortunately, you are regarded as a good person with deep affection and no regrets by others!

"Later, for a ten-thousandth of a second, I wanted to die with Paul Verlaine, but I don't know whether you love me more or Paul Verlaine more. I was afraid you would hate me, so I gave up. .”

"I can't bear the slightest bit of hatred from you."

"Because I am the one who lied to you, and I am the one who claims to be your husband. I am willing to take the responsibility of protecting you. Even if you choose to leave, I will not hurt you. I will not be a man that the world will look down on!"

"I did not let Paul Verlaine die."

"I want him to live until you see my dead body and you kill him! If you love me more than him, you must avenge me!"

"If you can't do this, then let me be the victim."

"I want you to suffer from my hatred for the rest of your life."

"This is my last wish."

Sweat permeated Wang Qiu's back, and he spoke loudly. At this time, he did not have the psychological burden of the leader of the port mafia. Ordinary people would always dare to admit their fragility.If you don't say it now, when will you wait?He told the truth before, but Arthur Rimbaud would be so angry that he would kill him.

The good thing about the deep bond between the two of them - finally being able to tell the truth.

He was inexplicably proud, and confronted the transcendent again: "Talk the truth for the truth, Lan Tang, it's your turn, I want to know what you think."

Lan Tang sucked in air, please tell your truth, bully me and dare not touch you.

Wang Qiu cautiously said: "It's agreed, but don't move."

Do not fight.

Can't fight, our army surrenders!

Lan Tang squeezed the pillow into a distorted shape so that it didn't hit his face.

Who told you, you hateful Japanese...Huaguo people!

No wonder the teacher told him that the characteristic of Chinese people is that they can't look at the surface. The national culture makes them introverted, and they don't easily reveal their hearts. The word "I love you" is not casually spoken in Huaguo.

Wang Qiu's love for him was unprecedentedly open.

Lan Tang felt egg pain. After returning to the age of 19, his personality was also rejuvenated by body hormones and various reasons.

Lan Tang became depressed and buried his face in the pillow.

"I killed him, I'm very sad, that is my partner raised by myself, how could I have no feelings for him."

"Thank you so much—"

"You let me deeply understand the nature of the two boyfriends."

"He has no conscience!"

"You black heart!"

"How did the big dye vat of society turn you into this picture!"

"Isn't it good to be kind!!!"

Lan Tang, who suffered from the internal conflict between his two boyfriends, let out a groan.

The dignified transcendent who is in charge of life and death, and a former supernatural spy, is a bad guy compared to the feats of Aso Akiya and Paul Verlaine.

God knows he is not some bad guy on the street!

It's those two people who are beyond common sense!

In response to Lan Tang's positive answer, Wang Qiu inevitably turned dark: "Why did the French government let you raise Paul Verlaine? Another point, you don't want to blame Paul Verlaine for being too young. You treat him like a child, how could he be your ex-boyfriend?"

Lan Tang choked, his shoulders trembled, his face was buried in the pillow, and no specific expression could be seen.

"...he crawled on my bed."

"Lantang, you just can't hold it???"

"I... At that time... I was also young... I couldn't stand the temptation..."

"You beast!"

"Qiu, let me tell you the truth...you don't know how good-looking he was back then, any French man couldn't hold it back."

Lan Tang passed the most embarrassing hurdle, and seemed to gain confidence.

Wang Qiu went crazy.

Are you still proud of your French national conditions?Your cheating rate is famous all over the world!

Wang Qiu went to snatch the pillow that Lan Tang used to cover his face.

Lan Tang refused, and said in a nonchalant way: "I made a mistake, but I corrected it, you can't hold on to my last relationship!"

Wang Qiu yelled: "I clearly heard that you spoke so nicely to him on the phone! He made him laugh!"

When Lan Tang heard him mentioning this matter, he immediately burst out with guilt mixed with grief and anger.

"You don't understand!"

"Speaking nice words is my language skill to appease him!"

"I'm worried that he will run to kill you!"

Lan Tang guessed right, Paul Verlaine did go to kill Ma Shengqiuye, Wang Qiu looked at him dumbly: "After hearing your call, I'm gone."

Lan Tang was miserable: "I saw your head, and my soul was scared to death!"

Wang Qiu said, "Who is worse?"

Lan Tang said the topic: "Mr. Wang Qiu, please think about it differently. Can you imagine Paul Verlaine holding my head to see you?"

Wang Qiu suffocated, and said not to be outdone: "Can you imagine me calling Paul Verlaine in front of you, and showing him tenderness?"

Isn't that heaven-shattering enough? !

Lan Tang was expressionless: "Oh, I have thought that the person you love is him."

Wang Qiu: "..."

Lan Tang said: "It's him who usually reads poetry, not me. After I found that I couldn't match the image of a poet you mentioned, it was hard not to suspect that he hooked up with you behind my back and pretended to be me in Japan. Cheating."

Wang Qiu is desolate: "Am I that kind of person?"

Lan Tang returned him with the same emoji, and said melancholy, "Is that me?"

The misunderstood, love-triangle, and quadrilateral couple look at the past and sadly discover that neither of them cheated.

Ridiculous?

This is the reality of not speaking the truth publicly.

In the end, Wang Qiu hugged Lan Tang, whose eyes were red, and kept each other warm. In this scorching summer, after learning the truth, his heart was chilled.

"Qiu, there is no third party between us, and there won't be any in the future!"

"There won't be..."

Wang Qiu couldn't afford to experience such setbacks. Cuckolding Verlaine is a bad idea, and it would be a tragedy when it was his turn. "I promise, there will be no more messy identities and names."

Two people's love is two people, blondes are not welcome to participate!

"I am Wang Qiu, you are Lan Tang, we are innocent."

Wang Qiu thought of the story of Liang Zhu in Huaguo. He himself represented the cloned people, and Lan Tang represented the "color painting collection". They continued in another way, "Our love is—made in heaven and earth."

The sunshine in Yanjing casts a small beam of light from the window, and there are no such luxurious floor-to-ceiling windows. They live together in the small dwelling and slowly turn the pages of history.

"Qiu, do you still hate Paul Verlaine?"

"do not know."

"Why don't you know?"

"Probably...it's too sad to hate a humanoid weapon."

The poet Paul Verlaine died of a serious illness.

Paul Verlaine of IF Line World was taught a lesson by him.

Wang Qiu could vaguely feel that after the blond Rimbaud revived him, there was more or less an intention to make up for his clone. Too many factors made Wang Qiu choose to let go of his endless hostility.

Wang Qiu said viciously to Lan Tang: "But I didn't forgive him! I want him to cry, cry from the bottom of his heart!"

"I want him to regret it!"

"I want him to realize how wrong it is to betray you!"

"He wants to taste all the pain I taste, and I want him to be as jealous of me as I was jealous of him in the past!"

"I can't do it, let everyone I know find a way!"

"His elder brother and younger brother are all my sons!"

"No one wants him!"

……

Abroad, the blond Rimbaud received a message from his father, and opened his eyes to look at the screen of the phone in a daze: "... Let Paul Verlaine cry, let him know the heart of regret... Did Mr. Wang Qiu get any stimulation? ..."

There are a lot of information on his mobile phone, especially the information about him going out to play and have dinner all over the world, and only a few people get the notification tone of attention.

The blond-haired Rimbaud pushed Paul Verlaine who occupied half of the bed.

"Brother, have you ever regretted it?"

"Have."

"Come and listen."

"I regret that I didn't kill Arthur Rimbaud in the explosion on Saibo Street, so that my brother and brother are all mine alone."

"...Being a human being is still ruthless."

The blond-haired Rimbaud clicked his tongue, then wrapped himself around Paul Verlaine, who didn't want to talk any more, and whispered in his ear: "Artille Rimbaud died in Japan, didn't you feel any sadness?"

Paul Verlaine closed his eyes and said, "Death is nothing."

"He can't understand me. He has known me for so many years, but his understanding of me is not as good as that of my brother. Being a human is his happiness. If he turns into a human and appears with different abilities after death, I will admit his sadness."

"Except for lunatics, there is no one who would wish you to be born."

"The blessing he said to me—"

"Perhaps it once existed, but in the end, as his despair of me turned into nothingness, he recognized the fact that I was a monster."

"Brother, have you ever loved someone?"

"What is love like? Can it really make people happy?"

How childish.

A piece of white paper, unaltered color.

Arthur Rimbaud spent four years as a partner, but he still couldn't change Paul Verlaine. Paul Verlaine couldn't feel the love of human beings, and missed the happiness at his fingertips.

The longer the blond-haired Rimbaud knew Paul Verlaine, the more fresh he felt about this younger brother with a strange brain circuit, and he inevitably empathized with him, and every cell in his body exuded a feeling of closeness to another self.

With a cynical answer, he bowed his head and kissed Paul Verlaine on the forehead, giving his younger brother this kiss in place of his dead parents.

"My brother doesn't know either. My brother thought to himself that traveling freely is also a kind of happiness. You don't have to be tied up in a small home by anyone."

Loving others may encounter misfortune, but loving the world is all right.

"Let's love this world together."

"You don't have to betray it, and it won't betray you."

……

Paul Verlaine mused.

So, you are worse than me, you have been single for 30 years, and you have never been in a relationship until now?

The reason why I can't feel the love is that you are not a good example?