Zongman: I have really retired!

The rooms are decorated in a typical European style, and the walls are covered with paintings by famous artists, each of which exudes a strong artistic atmosphere.

Whether it is lacquered wood furniture or Nordic-style decorations, they all show the owner's pursuit of taste in life.

"Paul... what are you going to do when that bondage is over? Are you going to come back to France with me or stay here." The voice was soft and soft, like a gentle mother asking a child's request.

Should you stay with your "brother" or go to a country that uses you as a tool?

Adil Rimbaud thought to himself that he should ask this question after all. He clenched his hands slightly and sweated a little.

This is really rare for a transcendent who is powerful enough to match a nuclear bomb, but at this time, Adil Rimbaud's anxious mood was like an erratic butterfly, tumbling back and forth in his heart.

Of course Adil Rimbaud wanted Paul Verlaine to return to France with him, but both he and Paul Verlaine knew very well that Paul Verlaine did not want to return to France.

The room was silent, and with the chirping of cicadas outside the window, even the air took on a quiet and solemn atmosphere, as if silently listening to a silent response.

In this silent atmosphere, Adil Rimbaud let out a sigh of relief: "I'm sorry..."

"Why apologize?"

Paul Verlaine's voice was calm and steady, with a hint of confusion.

He raised his head and looked directly into the eyes of his relatives and friends, his eyes clear and friendly, with some subtle dependence and concern.

Adil Rimbaud was in a trance, but Paul Verlaine's appearance was really outstanding. Just like the Nordic god, his charm lies not only in his appearance, but also in his elegant behavior and unique temperament that can make countless people obsessed with him. to him.

Adil Rimbaud felt a little bitter in his heart. It was only now that he could discover the business-like perfunctoryness revealed in the kind and friendly words of Paul Verlaine. Looking back carefully, there was also some alienation and indifference as well as some imperceptible wariness. .

Adil Rimbaud's heart fell in love at the first sight he met Paul Verlaine. At that time, Paul Verlaine was still the Black No. 12 of the Faun. He gave his name to him with a secret feeling. From then on, he It's tied to him all his life.

The teacher's persuasion and the objections of his friends were all put aside, and he ignored all the objections. To pursue the god in his heart with all his heart.

In order to protect Paul Verlaine, he did not hesitate to do the most shameful espionage work ever. God knows that when his teacher Baudelaire found out, he was almost so angry that he didn't kill Paul Verlaine directly.

After all, the disciple that I have worked hard to train for many years and is about to become a dazzling star on the battlefield actually goes to do the shameful espionage work incognito for a man. Who wouldn't be crazy if I let this happen to him?

Baudelaire did not expel him from the school, but took care of everything for him, which was enough for the master-disciple relationship. Adil Rimbaud was really too embarrassed to ask his teacher to sacrifice his face again and go to the French government to ask for a teacher to teach Paul Verlaine the ways of the world. He could only stumble and teach Paul Verlaine what he knew.

But he himself seems to have forgotten... isn't he also a tool cultivated by France?

The newly born Paul Verlaine was almost a blank slate. Atier Rimbaud gave him all he could give. He poured everything he had into this relationship without reservation.

Paul Verlaine was polite to everyone, and Atil Rimbaud was proud of him. His teacher Baudelaire commented on his poor acting skills, but Atil Rimbaud still deceived himself and believed in his own teachings. The problem is that Paul Verlaine's actual situation has never really been considered.

As the product of an "artificial experimental subject", Paul Verlaine's existence can be legitimately excluded from human society. Everyone except him probably thinks so.

If a creature had a human appearance, a human body, human emotions, and a human soul, would he want to be recognized as a human being? Does he expect to live normally in human society as an ordinary person? Does he feel pain when others treat him differently?

Adil Rimbaud didn't know either, he just looked back at Paul Verlaine:

"I'm sorry. I thought I gave you what I thought was right. In fact, I just gave you worthless compassion and self-impressed understanding."

Paul Verlaine closed the "Collection of Paintings" he borrowed from Xia Youjie's bookshelf. He stood up calmly and put the book back on the bookshelf. Then he looked back at Atier Rimbaud and said in a somewhat lazy voice:

"So? This is not an important thing. I know you too well, dear friends, and this is not entirely your fault. You had enough trouble going back and forth between me, Baudelaire, and the French government at the time."

Paul Verlaine's mood swings have always been very small in the past. Unless there are accidents, he has no emotions, so he doesn't care who he is working for.

It's not that Adil Rimbaud didn't know about his specialness, but he thought it was natural. After all, shouldn't it be necessary to polish the tool properly before using it? Will a tool develop feelings for the person holding it to kill? how can that be possible?

Until An Lan regained his emotional function, things that he had not understood before could be figured out instantly. Atil Rimbaud's unusual little thoughts about him were simply revealed.

Paul Verlaine, who has enjoyed special treatment from Atier Rimbaud for so many years, now carefully reflects on his past memories. Those memories that were as pale and feeble as bubbles now outline a broad and magnificent picture of life, like a shining shadow. As beautiful as the shining stars.

Well, Paul Verlaine admitted that Atier Rimbaud did not treat him like a tool but pursued him as a lover. Even the hidden love was so cute.

How to do it? My relatives and friends, your shadow is all over my life now. Your imprint is everywhere in my life. Why are you so cute? How do you want me to escape from you?

Paul Verlaine raised his lips and smiled. His usually loud voice was somewhat restrained now, and he sounded a little coaxing: "You like me."

Adil Rimbaud's face turned red almost instantly. His eyes were a little dodgey, but in the end he gritted his teeth and admitted frankly: "I like you, the kind that I liked the first time I saw you."

After saying that, he stared at Paul Verlaine intently, his eyes seemed to be expecting, but full of incredible surprises.

"I knew it."

The tone was matter-of-fact, and the man put his head on his neck. Their breathing became entangled, and even the rhythm of their heartbeats became similar as their body temperature rose.

Paul Verlaine gently bit Adil Rimbaud's earlobe, which seemed to be teasing and coquettish. Who could bear this? Anyway, Adil Rimbaud, who had been lusting after Paul Verlaine for many years, couldn't stand it...

(Sleep with the lights on and don’t drive)