Started with a green hat for Verlaine

"Lantang, I will not betray you."

Ma Shengqiu also used the promise to soothe Lan Tang's uneasiness, and touched the other's frowning brows with his fingertips.

Aso Akiya told Lan Tang about the matter of Ozaki Koyo, explaining that she was a poor little girl controlled by the leader, and he regarded her as a child of the same generation as his sister or daughter.Without making it clear, he was worried about being disturbed by the disorderly steps that destroyed the harmony of the family, and happily shook it out.

His honesty.

His love.

This is what he tried his best to prove to Lan Tang after getting rid of the initial deception.

Abstinence is not over yet, and life in the name of love is as pure as heaven, and it is easy to calm people down.

Lan Tang believed Qiu Ye's words, and fell asleep with the sweetness of love and little dissatisfaction.

He loves his soul more than his body.

after falling asleep.

In the dream, Lan Tang thought in a daze: Where am I, and I have heard similar promises.Who ever said never betray him?Has anyone ever said that each other is the closest person?Lan Tang fell into the abyss chasing a faint feeling. In the chaotic memory, he seemed to see those blue eyes again.

A pair of man's eyes, like the Aegean Sea, stared at him.

Such a romantic shade.

why...

So far away as if in the sky...unpredictable...

Lan Tang wanted to say something, but his voice couldn't come out, and the joy and chill that permeated from the soul swarmed.

The cold... drowned his soul...

so cold……

"Lantang?" Ma Shengqiu was also sleeping lightly, feeling something was wrong.

Ma Shengqiu also propped up half of his body, under the moonlight at night, to see the long-haired youth trembling in his arms.After living with him for more than two years, Lan Tang, whose mental state has stabilized, had another nightmare.

This time, tears welled up from the corners of Lan Tang's eyes.

Sad and pathetic.

As if returning to the time just after the explosion, Lan Tang panicked day and night, no, it was worse than that!

Ma Shengqiu also recalled what he said that stimulated the other party, and found that the only sentence was "I will not betray".He firmly believes that he will not betray Lan Tang, and material benefits can no longer impress him. He has obtained unimaginable spiritual satisfaction from his association with Lan Tang, and he is willing to be with him for the rest of his life in the future.

However, there is another person in this world who also promised.

That man betrayed Arthur Rimbaud and left Arthur Rimbaud with a mental wound that could not heal.

They used to be partners, as close as siblings, brothers... lovers.

"nothing."

Ma Shengqiu also embraced the trembling Lan Tang.

"Whoever betrays you, you kill him, don't show mercy, including me—if I betray you."

"There are so many beautiful things in life."

"You are Rimbaud."

"You are the wind of freedom, unrestrained, and you will return to your hometown of France in the future."

"Dream, just set sail."

In the third dimension, the 37-year-old Rimbaud suffers from severe synovitis tumor, and no one takes care of him on the road. He returns to Marseille, France, and ends his adventurous life.He became famous when he was young, he was a poet, slept in the street, was reviled, he sold key chains and shoelaces because of money, he also worked as a sailor, translator, business manager, coffee merchant, etc., if any profession Bore him, and he'll look for another career.

He went deep into Ogadan, looking for ivory, he saw the most ferocious robbers and ethnic minorities who murdered and cut off the testicles, broke through dangerous areas, and even smuggled and sold arms.

He is so arrogant that he believes he can do anything he wants.

Before he died, Rimbaud was still looking longingly at the direction of the Marseille port, wanting to embark on the journey again, but his body could no longer support him to continue walking.

—He died of exhaustion.

Rimbaud's last words to his sister were deeply reflected in Wenye World, "It's already autumn, the season to leave. Let's go, I need the sun, and the sun will heal me."

Where is Rimbaud's sun?

Wen Ye's Arthur Rimbaud is so afraid of the cold.

Ma Shengqiu also hopes that he will live longer, beyond the age of 37, to see more scenery.

"Honey, I want to be your sun, burn me to death, can it keep you warm?"

The black-haired young man pressed his forehead against Lan Tang's, kissing away the tears from the corners of his eyes.

Lan Tang's tears stopped flowing.

He woke up and heard Qiu Ye's words... He couldn't remember clearly what he saw and heard in the dream.

Just remember that the person in front of you loves you more than anyone else.

"Ah."

Autumn also.

There is hot love.

Lan Tang couldn't fall asleep in the second half of the night, curled up beside his lover, interlocked his fingers, and rubbed the ring.Ma Shengqiu also talked to Lan Tang in a low voice, gentle and meticulous, and also looked at his ring.

The diamond is small and has been worn for two years.

Ma Shengqiu also almost forgot the process of choosing a ring and scheming for each other. In those alone memories, Lan Tang seemed to be there, and they fell in love like real lovers.At Lantang's collarbone, a thin chain can be seen faintly, and a chrysoberyl is inlaid on the pendant.

He hopes that his love will not fade like a gem.

"Next year, we will buy a villa and change to a bigger home, put your favorite fireplace in each room, and fill our shared study room with our works..."

Aso Qiu also talked about it.

Lan Tang listened to his lovers arranging their future.

This kind of life can go on for many years, until one of them tires of it.

……

Northeastern France, Moselle department.

Near the border of Luxembourg, there is a town called Metz. In the Middle Ages, it was the capital of the Kingdom of Austrasia. It has been the main traffic route from Rome, Italy to Reims, France since ancient times.

In addition, it is also a military center of France, and some high-level blockades were lifted after the war.

Paul Verlaine was born here.

As a humanoid weapon.

Willfully abandoning the affairs of the government department, Paul Verlaine returned to his hometown for the winter.

The charcoal in the fireplace is constantly burning, and it exudes warmth through the glass. This fireplace is very classic in design and style, and it will not be outdated if it is used in the villa for decades.The tall, silver-haired young man nestled on the chair, his waist was as soft as a bow, and he dozed lazily, unable to raise his spirits.

It was an antique chair covered with colorful rugs. When people leaned back, the wide chair would make a wooden creaking sound, which was strange and pleasant.

The fireplace was chosen by Arthur Rimbaud, and the chairs were bought by Paul Verlaine on a business trip abroad.

A blanket is a bonus when shopping for two.

Winter, a poetic season in the eyes of the French, is nothing but shit to Paul Verlaine. The government will only send him on missions non-stop in bad seasons and bad timing.

The government usually puts up a banner to thank: "Thank you for your hard work, others are not willing to go."

A timeless saying.

Yes, other transcendents are eligible to refuse, only he is like a name that cannot be deleted on the waiting list.Wherever there is a need, he will be arranged there, trying to firmly control his personality, body, and soul. Who makes this man named "Paul Verlaine" one of the masterpieces of the government and the most useful one? trump card.

When Paul Verlaine thought of this, waves appeared in his eyes. Every country has its own characteristics, but the disgusting things they do are the same. He discovered it after sneaking into a Japanese military base.

Japan, a small country in the Far East, also tried in vain to control the power of "gods" and created the same container.

The difference is - France is successful, Japan is in the exploratory stage.

Ultimately, the explosion destroyed the Japanese research.

Paul Verlaine thought endlessly: "If France hadn't discovered this, maybe I would have given birth to someone of the same kind? Just like me... with a human body...with inhuman strength..."

He looked out of the floor-to-ceiling windows, the winter in France was drier than that in Japan, and the climate in Paris was better than that in Metz.

Paris...the house at 289 Rue Jacques is still there.

That man just likes to spend the winter in Paris, and he almost refuses to come to Metz with him, saying that Metz is too cold, the heating equipment often has problems, and coming here is indirectly controlled by the army.

"Why did I think of that man again?"

Frowning, the silver-haired young man who looked like a star on a movie screen complained.

"Tell me you don't want him."

"From the very beginning, I was his nanny arranged by the French government. What about a partner? When encountering problems, a natural transcendent level superhuman is more precious than me. If something happens to him, I will be punished. If something happens to me ... he must be all right, the name 'Rimbaud' used to be aristocratic..."

"He is so arrogant. I just want to see him surprised. He can react so quickly after being betrayed and avoid my attack. He is stronger and more sensitive than I imagined."

"pity……"

"You still don't understand anything, dear friend."

"For the sake of the country, you would rather fight me and choose to kill me."

He moved his body, and the blanket that covered him was loosened, and his naked body was full of unrestrained charm.

An old-fashioned telephone rang.

"Hey?"

Barefoot, pointing on the carpet, Paul Verlaine lazily reached out and grabbed the landline beside him.

A few minutes passed, perhaps half an hour passed.

The French intelligence officer who directly belonged to Paul Verlaine said: "In Yokohama, or even the surrounding cities, there is no one you are looking for. The Leibo Street was established on the land of the Yokohama Concession. It is rumored that the explosion that year was a military incident. The souls of the dead inside the base for revenge, triggered the appearance of the Japanese god 'Arabato'."

Paul Verlaine had a half-smile: "God."

The intelligence officer didn't understand what he meant, and said respectfully, "The man's body is gone, and there are no clues."

Paul Verlaine was silent for a second, and said in a relaxed tone, "You can go back to France now. There is no point in staying there. Everyone knows that he is dead, and the French government has given up. I just thought there would be a glimmer of hope."

After hanging up the phone, he continued to fall into a lazy state, staring at the fire in the fireplace in a daze.

——It seems that there is no need to make up the knife.

"He died cleanly, without any trace. If you were alive, you would have been killed and returned to the country."

To be honest, he didn't have enough confidence in defeating Arthur Rimbaud. "Colorful Painting Collection" is a space-type supernatural ability, and his supernatural ability...unfortunately, it is also a space-system supernatural ability. The name of the supernatural ability is very similar, just like a collection of poetry. People who don’t know will think they are the reincarnation of poets ?

Suddenly there was a hint of sadness or something.

It's an illusion.

Paul Verlaine closed his eyes and hummed French folk songs softly. With a move of his hand, he threw a collection of Jean-Nicolas' poetry into the fireplace.A sudden burst of flame engulfed this thin volume of patriotism.

A strange pleasure of destruction erupted in his heart.

Who would fall in love with this country!

Let's fight, let's fight, let's drag the whole world into war, the war that stops is really unpleasant.

"Friends..."

"The expression on your face of being betrayed by me...is really great."

On the chair, Paul Verlaine, who had spent the winter leisurely, rewrapped the blanket and touched his body with his hands. Subtle goosebumps appeared on his warm skin, as if he had realized something in a trance.

He is obviously not afraid of the cold, but he subconsciously learned the posture of being afraid of the cold.

later.

I no longer have a second partner.

Great, he always kept the other party in the most beautiful moment and killed his loved one.

Great, he could feel the momentary burst of human emotion.

……

Distress: I do not believe in God, I give up and deny, all thought, as far as the old irony is concerned.Love, please don't talk to me again.Tired of life, yet afraid of death, my soul is like a toy of the tide, a boat drowned in the sea, which sails out to meet a terrible shipwreck.

—Paul Verlaine.