Writer saves the world

In Yokohama in the early winter, the sun hangs in the sky and is only pale and white. Standing in the sun, you can’t feel much warmth. The chill is hidden in the wind and drills into the bones like needles.

In such a cold weather, Rimbaud was wearing thinner clothes than when he met Erye Tingming several times before, or it was because Rimbaud secretly made a few waves of quick money to fill his wallet and make his poor quality of life It has been improved to the point where it can barely be seen.

With money to buy light, warm and expensive clothes with good-looking styles, he naturally doesn't need to wrap himself in three layers as before so as not to freeze to death. Even in winter, he can take care of warmth and grace at the same time.

The returning memory washed away the melancholy and gloom in Rimbaud's eyebrows and regained his usual calmness and elegance. He just leaned on the chair lazily propping up his chin. Lips are the spring water of the Seine.

And when he looked at someone intently, there was a tenderness in his eyes that he didn't seem to be aware of, no matter how incomprehensible Wood is, his heart would probably beat a little more in such eyes.

It's a pity that the thing sitting opposite him is not a piece of wood but a book. Erye Tingming looked at him for a while, and only said, "You look good, and it looks like you've recovered from all your illnesses."——That's true The speech on "Social Laws of the Monkey City" is much needed.

"...Forget it." Rimbaud muttered in a low voice, put down his hand on his chin, changed to a more comfortable position on the seat, and changed the topic to the business of his visit today, "I'm going to be promoted to the headquarters Yes, it may be busy for a while later, if you want to find me, call me."

He blinked at Erye Tingming, and added: "Anytime is fine, I'm online anytime."

Erye Tingming said with a smile, "Congratulations on your promotion, and also, be careful."

The headquarters of the casino is the port of Mafia. No matter how promoted the job of a security guard is, it will not become a civilian job in an office. It is inevitable to rush forward under the crackling firecrackers in the wind and rain. On the contrary, it is more dangerous than the casino guards. Doubling, you will lose your life if you are not careful.

Erye Tingming can't wait to put every small beet that can bloom and bear fruit into the vegetable garden greenhouse to take care of it carefully, and there are many desires to guide, but Rimbaud is already a mature adult, and adult life choices don't need The extra interference of others, no matter whether the road he chooses is rough and rough and where he ends up, the scenery along the way will become a valuable life experience.

The so-called art comes from life, and beets that have experienced wind and frost will be sweeter and more delicious. Erye Tingming can only squat on the side and watch him charge into the hail of bullets, and then tell him to "be careful".

Rimbaud nodded in response to Erye Tingming's congratulations, and chuckled at his worry.

"Don't worry." Arthur Rimbaud, the French ace intelligence agent who transcended, said relaxedly, "It's just a small scene."

Compared with the cruel battle like a meat grinder where the transcendents fought desperately on the battlefield of light and dark, the European countries had already seen it, Rimbaud really didn't think it was a place with shallow water and small pools in Yokohama. What a challenge.

Even if he had overturned his car severely once in Yokohama, it would not have polished the arrogance of the strong.

But when he spoke, his tone couldn't be more gentle and peaceful, and the corners of his brows and eyes didn't show any signs of flamboyance. It was just like discussing the weather outside the window, talking about ordinary and trivial things that should be taken for granted.

Erye Tingming paused for a moment, "Okay, then... I wish you good luck in martial arts."

There seemed to be something different about the other party, Erye Tingming keenly discerned that the fragrance emitted by the soul had changed.If it was originally like the hydrangeas in the rainy season, the bright blue-purple blended into the gloomy gray to form a dull and wet drizzle, then now it is more like a midsummer rainstorm, with lightning and thunder ripping apart Facing the sky, the Milky Way drains water and destroys everything, making the whole world gray and white, a beauty that makes people tremble, wonder and even fear.

In other words, it smells better.

Erye Tingming was not very hungry for the time being, but he still unconsciously licked the corner of his lips, and swallowed honestly at Rimbaud.

There is no such thing as enough to eat in literature, the more the better.

So Erye Tingming recommended a few more books to Rimbaud. The last time he borrowed the "Rimbaud Poetry Collection", the other party has not yet returned it, which shows that as the counterpart of the poet Rimbaud, symbolic poetry still suits his appetite. Yes, so this time Erye Tingming took out "Flowers of Evil" and "Parallel Collection", not only the Japanese translations carefully translated by Nakahara Chuya from the Imperial Library, but also the French originals for comparison.

Rimbaud's eyes stayed on the name [Charles-Pierre Baudelaire] for a moment, then lightly passed the names of [Parallel Collection] and [Paul Verlaine], and suddenly said: "These few days A name, I seem to have seen it before."

"Speaking of which, I haven't returned the collection of poems you borrowed from me before, and I seem to have heard the name of the author of that book." Rimbaud read "Artille Rimbaud" in French, with a soft and tender ending. Like a whisper in a lover's ear.

"If I'm not mistaken, it's a French name?"

Rimbaud still had a gentle smile on his face, and all the speculations and suspicions in his heart were hidden under his eyes, and there was not even a slight ripple in his eyes.

Erye Tingming didn't speak, and only looked back with the frank and innocent eyes he used to deal with temptations, as if he was just an innocent, ordinary person.

What bad thoughts can he have, isn't it just that he hopes that everyone can read more books.

The temptation made by Erye Tingming's words failed to obtain any results, which was completely within Rimbaud's psychological expectations. It can also be said that Erye Tingming's reaction of not saying anything had already expressed certain information.

Rimbaud didn't insist on asking for an answer, but said: "I lost some memory before, and I forgot my own name. The name Lan Tang was also pronounced according to the pronunciation of the word on the top hat beside me at that time. Coincidentally, if the word is pronounced in French, it is also pronounced [Rimbaud]."

He looked at Erye Tingming, with a misty smile floating in his melancholy and deep eyes, which made people invisible to see the turbulent dark tide in the depths.

Eryeting responded: "Ranbo is a very good name - I thought so from the first time I heard it, this name will suit you very well."

He seemed to admit something, and if he went deeper, he would definitely get more, but Rimbaud suddenly raised his eyebrows and laughed a little. He leaned back in his chair and shook his head to deny Erye Tingming's point of view. : "No, I think Lan Tang is already very suitable."

"I have used this name for almost two years. If you call me Rimbaud, you will not be able to respond."

Rimbaud tapped his forehead with his fingertips, and said witty words to liven up the atmosphere, "My place has become the shape of Lantang."

The jokes are not very funny, and they are a bit unsuitable for children. They are very French and not in line with Rimbaud's own style of painting.Erye Tingming laughed a few times to save face, and then changed the subject casually under the suggestion of the world consciousness.

"Let me get you a library card. You can come over anytime you want to read later." Erye Tingming took a library card No. 001 from the drawer, and wrote Lan Tang's name on it, "I'm here There are quite a lot of books, you can read other books besides poetry anthology... It won’t hurt to read more books.”

He said this, as if they hadn't said anything before, and they didn't try to find out, and it seemed that they had exchanged enough information to reach a mutually satisfactory consensus on certain things.

For example, Rimbaud knew that Erye Tingming knew his identity, and Erye Tingming also knew that Rimbau had recovered part of his memory. Knowing that Rimbaud is not planning to return to France, and plans to stay in Yokohama for a long time to manage the Lantang vest.

But Rimbaud didn't go to explore Erye Tingming's true identity, and Erye Tingming didn't ask Rimbaud's purpose of staying in Yokohama.

Those things are not the main point, as long as they are sure that there is no malice or conflict of interest between each other, the basic limit of information exchange is enough. If you know more, you will not be able to maintain the current balance. .

—Sorry, their relationship is not that close yet.

Erye Tingming handed out the library card, and Rimbaud stuffed the thin card into his wallet, "I'll just use this to cover your protection fee—of course, you still have to treat me to dinner."

Erye Tingming picked up his words, "It seems that your new position is very good."

The protection fee is a major source of income for the community organization. Rimbaud can decide to waive his protection fee. This promotion must be a leader.

Rimbaud sneered, "It's just the captain of Black Lizard, so it's not 'good' at all."

Erye Tingming thought for a while and replied, "Salary?"

Rimbaud sighed, "For the price they gave, I'm doing charity, okay?" Rimbaud felt a little suffocated when he thought about his pitiful salary, so he turned to ask about Erye Tingming's career plan, " I heard that you have recently rejected several orders from casinos, why, are you really going to rely on bookstores for food?"

Just this shabby bookstore in a garbage area, no matter how you look at it, it's a loss-making business that can't make money.

Erye Tingming didn't answer, but instead asked him, "What about you? Are you planning to do a long-term charity project in Mafia, the port?"

Whether it is the wages of the casino guards or the wages of the members of the Mafia at the port, compared with Rimbaud's treatment in France, it must be the same level of meager and shabby.Erye Tingming looked at Rimbaud's current clothes, and knew that with this level of consumption, Rimbaud could not even maintain his basic life without going out to earn some extra money.

"Ah... It is true that the treatment of subordinates is not satisfactory." Rimbaud shrugged, his face full of helplessness forced by life, "The position of leader is still barely enough, and I have no better choice, so I can only make do with it first."

It is not easy to catch Verlaine, but it is even more difficult to control Verlaine in his own hands. Rimbaud is now empty-handed and his account balance does not exceed five figures. It is too difficult to reach the sky in one step, so he had to set himself a small goal first.

For example, taking the port Mafia into the bag.

Erye Tingming also sighed, and answered Rimbaud's question just now, "It's true that the bookstores are not very easy to operate now. The whole cultural industry has suffered from the war. Even the schools have been closed. Who else reads books?"

He also had a look of helplessness forced by life, and sighed: "I'm really fed up with this war, and if it goes on like this, I won't even have food."

The more he understands the situation in this world, the more he wants to lie flat and sleep until the end of the world—especially this terrible power war.

Generally speaking, war can promote cultural exchanges and ideological collisions to some extent, so there is usually a period of prosperity in the literary world before and after wars.High-quality literary works can soothe the spirit, give people hope for an active life, and push the world into a gentle and upward post-war recovery period.At the same time, under the role of literature to reflect on mistakes and warn future generations, people will yearn for peaceful resistance to wars, reducing the possibility of large-scale wars recurring.

But that is the general situation offline in the normal world. In the current state of this garbage world, a war without literature as a buffer will only destroy people from the sex to the soul. Not being able to read at all, this will not only make many little beets out of school, but also lead to the overall regression of the cultural level, and then make literature gradually lose the best communication carrier of books.

After all, you can't expect illiterate people to be interested in reading books.

There are no good works without enough readership, just like flowers that emerge from the soil, no matter how beautiful and delicate, they will only be brilliant for a few days, and will wither in a blink of an eye until there is nothing left.

At that time, the world will also end in the destruction of gg, and Erye Tingming will also be unable to eat.

There is a long way to go on the road of Kuangfu Wenmai, and Erye Tingming can only set a small goal for himself first.

For example, to end this terrible power war.