Cos Verlaine's I crossed

I would have thought that what I did would be different.

change the world.

I thought it would be extraordinary.

I was wrong.

The world is too old, there is nothing new, everything has been said.

- Arthur Rimbaud, Total Eclipse of the Heart.

……

1873 7 Month 10 Day.

In a hotel in Brussels, France, two gunshots shattered the peace of the city.

A bullet hit the wall.

A bullet hit Rimbaud in the left wrist.

The man smelling of alcohol bought a gun in an attempt to keep his lover who wanted to leave, the man fired in a desperate panic, regretted it, attempted to commit suicide, and screamed: "Attil! Arthur Rimbaud!"

The pain seemed dull for a second or two.

Then, from Arthur Rimbaud's wrists to his limbs, the blood dripped down the fingertips where he wrote poetry.

This scene was unprecedented in the experience of the two knowing each other.

The blond boy who insisted on leaving was a little confused at first, his pupils constricted, and after realizing the meaning of the two shots, he looked at the man in disbelief, as if seeing sweet butter suddenly rotten and stinky under high temperature.

The person is still the same person.

It just became broken, and the last bottom line was disintegrated from the soul.

Paul Verlaine and Arthur Rimbaud have known each other for two years, with a ten-year age difference between them. They became friends because of their talents, and became soul friends and partners in love because of poetry. There has never been a completely tearing face.Arthur Rimbaud covered his arms, faced the muzzle of the gun, and instantly turned into intense hatred and fear, and ran away without looking back.

Love, because the two gunshots disappeared without a trace, I only hated myself for being blind once.

Only former lovers are left whining in Brussels.

"You can't leave me——!!!"

Two months later, in Charleville's hometown, Arthur Rimbaud spent his 19th birthday recuperating under the care of his mother.He ignored the turmoil of the outside world, and completed his final work—a collection of poems "A Season in Hell".

He left France and moved to London, England to start his new life.

It's just that whenever he eats, his arm will subconsciously tremble slightly. Fortunately, it's his left hand, which can cover it up.

A rising star in the London social circle, a playboy-like British gentleman, is surrounding him with gentle words, tirelessly talking about the humanistic environment in Britain: "Britain is a place that embraces culture and is suitable for creation. You should continue to write, you shouldn’t waste your talent, even if you don’t write poetry, you can write other types of works, Britain has your readers—”

For Oscar Wilde's chatter, Arthur Rimbaud concentrates on eating and filling his stomach.

Although the two are the same age, Arthur Rimbaud's family is far inferior to that of Oscar Wilde, and he doesn't have a doctor's father who won a knight title or a famous mother.

Also at the age of 19, Arthur Rimbaud has experienced ups and downs in his life, and has already become famous in the poetry world, while Oscar Wilde is studying at Trinity College Dublin, the oldest in Ireland. He is famous in London for his exotic clothes and funny conversation.

"Thank you for your generous treat, goodbye."

"Wait a moment!"

Oscar Wilde grabbed one of the Frenchman's hands, and after feeling the other's stiffness, he quickly let go and said cautiously, "Sorry, I didn't hurt your hand, did I?"

Arthur Rimbaud, tired of such exchanges, sarcastically said: "I will not be welcome to you in England."

Both Britain and France have "sodomy crimes" against homosexuals.

Oscar Wilde said heartbroken: "I know you have been hurt by love, because of that man, I have already inquired about it for you. The man who shot and wounded your arm committed the crime of intentional wounding and has been jailed." Prison, his wife divorced him, and even if he came out after serving two years, he would be cast aside by the French literary world."

Arthur Rimbaud lowered his head to look at the men's red high-heeled shoes that stopped Wilde, and the corners of his eyes twitched.

He said impatiently, "What does it have to do with you?"

Oscar Wilde responded: "I treasure your gift, which was blessed with a meteor that shot across France."

Arthur Rimbaud smirks: "I'm good at wasting."

Pushing away the British guy, Arthur Rimbaud said he would close the pen, completely ignoring the people who were chasing after him.Oscar Wilde chased all the way to the door of the apartment temporarily rented by Arthur Rimbaud. The blond boy stared back at him. His sky blue eyes were like lakes refracted by sunlight, sparkling, and his irises showed amazing beauty.

His whole person is extremely rebellious, and after breaking up with the French poet Paul Verlaine, he did not see the bleakness of his face, but interpreted a model of beauty and murder.

The encounter between Oscar Wilde and Arthur Rimbaud was a coincidence among coincidences. Arthur Rimbaud was very low-key after he came to England, and he did not flaunt his identity as a poet, but he was recognized by some acquaintances in the literary world .

Because everyone said that Arthur Rimbaud was good-looking, especially his unforgettable eyes, Oscar Wilde had the idea of ​​making friends.

In this world, there is no one you can’t make friends with——Oscar Wilde thought so, and felt that it was a pity that Rimbaud left the literary world just like that.

Oh, though he didn't read much of Rimbaud's poetry.

But for good looks and talent - he radiated Irish goodwill from the bottom of his heart.

Arthur Rimbaud stood at the door and said something abruptly: "Since you know that he is in prison, do you know that I applied to revoke his trial?"

"what?"

Oscar Wilde was taken aback.

Oscar Wilde, an Irishman, has a golden-brown haircut in the middle, a high nose bridge, thick lips, clever and sly eyes, broad shoulders, and a handsome face that reveals a bit of solemn beauty. He is even more popular in school.

However, Arthur Rimbaud was not at all interested in Oscar Wilde.

Wilde's social circle did not belong to him.

What he pursues is a novel, free world that allows him to burst out with love and vitality every moment.He despises people who get married without love, and laughs at people who don't get happiness in marriage. By the way, he opposes a life of routine and accepts Oscar Wilde's favor, which is just a repetition of the previous incident.

He left Paul Verlaine not because the other party didn't love him anymore, but because he was tired of being bound by love.Paul Verlaine couldn't accept this, so he turned his suicide gun on him.

"I didn't forgive him, I didn't gloat over his misfortune, I didn't wait for someone who was vacillating, it's simple, I'm tired of life in France."

"Writing—it's such a boring thing."

"A good baby like you who can say a few naughty words should go to drink milk."

Arthur Rimbaud gave him a dismissive laugh, speaking in a rough and casual manner, quite at odds with the refined elegance so sought after in London society.Roses are gorgeous, with piercing thorns, and can grow wildly in any soil. Rimbaud, who is already 19 years old, will no longer be easily tempted like he was 16 years old.

Arthur Rimbaud pinched Oscar Wilde's stunned face severely. Compared with himself, the Brit looked really old.

Oscar Wilde in pain: "Wow—! You—!"

With a bang, Arthur Rimbaud closed the door of the apartment fiercely.

Oscar Wilde covered his cheeks with residual pain, and said vaguely: "How can you look down on me so much?"

He was very upset. He should be the one who despised the other party, but when he thought of Rimbaud's experience of daring to drop out of school and participate in the Paris Commune revolution, he suddenly felt a little admiration.

If he did that, he might die on the battlefield.

After thinking about it, Oscar Wilde still felt that Rimbaud, who was completely different from his classmates, had a special personality.

A person who has no background but is proud.

"It's a pity." Oscar Wilde recalled as he walked, Rimbaud didn't believe in religion and God, like a brilliant light from France.They are obviously not nobles, but they are more clean-sighted than nobles, and gems are also stones on the side of the road.

Oscar Wilde felt lost, with a faint turmoil in his heart.After returning, his friend asked him how he felt after meeting him, and he said the first sentence to his friend without thinking——

"That Monsieur Rimbaud is very handsome!"

the following year.

In [-], Oscar Wilde graduated and entered Magdalen College, Oxford University for further study.

Oscar Wilde couldn't find Rimbaud, and the apartment was sublet.Whenever he attended a party and talked about the French, he would inevitably mention Rimbaud, followed by Hugo, Baudelaire, and Verlaine. People like Bo.

"In Mr. Rimbaud's eyes, there is a star chasing freedom like a beast."

This contact was also broken.

Arthur Rimbaud went to Vienna, Austria, and felt a little frustrated that the process of publishing "A Season in Hell" was not going well.Fortunately, he didn't expect to have any residual enthusiasm in the literary world. If he couldn't publish it, he wouldn't be able to publish it.

He didn't expect that he would be robbed after he invited the coachman to drink in Vienna. Out of love for his life, he obediently watched his money and coat go away from him, and said bitterly, "This is Vienna."

Arthur Rimbaud was penniless and living on the street. With his pretty face and speech skills, he sold keychains and shoelaces in a blink of an eye.During the day, he became a peddler enthusiastically. At night, he slept on the corner of the street nonchalantly, even if he was invited with ambiguous language, he would not be moved.

love.

That was a filling meal.

sexual desire.

It's a one-time fast food, you have to choose the good ones, and it's nothing to eat rubbish.

Arthur Rimbaud can afford and let go of dignity, and inexplicably illuminates his ability to do business.Unfortunately, he was not used to seeing too many things in the world, and had a dispute with the Austrian police, and the business route was interrupted. He was deported back to France by the Austrian police without saying a word.

On the way back to France, Arthur Rimbaud shouted: "I'm going to travel around the world! Measure the earth with my feet!"

When Arthur Rimbaud was 20 years old, Paul Verlaine was released from prison, and Arthur Rimbaud met his former lover in Germany while traveling.

Facing Paul Verlaine, who begged him to change his mind, Arthur Rimbaud was still determined and refused to look back, drawing an end to his unrestrained youth: "You are talking nicely now, it is all empty words, how could I know you When will your wife show up, and will you be with her again, Verlaine, it's meaningless."

From the moment Paul Verlaine dared to shoot, Arthur Rimbaud was heartbroken.

This man is too cowardly!

He met Paul Verlaine when he was 17 years old. He had a wife at the time. He thought that Paul Verlaine fell in love with him and would divorce him sooner or later. Unexpectedly, this man wanted to keep his rich wife and be with him.

Suicide if you have the ability, and he will look at the other party high!

Arthur Rimbaud left without tears, replaced by freedom.

He arranged his new life - hiking in Europe!

Traveling costs money. He began to try other surviving occupations. His mother and family were very supportive of his transformation. On the one hand, Arthur Rimbaud was struggling, but on the other hand, he started a new life optimistically.

When he went abroad on a ship, Arthur Rimbaud had a whim-I want to be a sailor.

He was ridiculed by the crew on the ship and said it was impossible.

Artille Rimbaud, who is always young in mind, ignored obstacles and studied for a few days, but he did not wait for him to go ashore to learn art from a teacher. A sudden storm caused him to fall helplessly into the sea under a natural disaster.

Waking up again, Arthur Rimbaud was lying weakly in the hospital, suffering from a serious illness, hoarse, unable to speak, and was regarded as a survivor of the tsunami.

The ward is so bright and the temperature is comfortable. On the ceiling is a round ceiling lamp, which is powered on. This is the light bulb that has not yet been invented in the era of Arthur Rimbaud.

A few days of recuperation passed in a blink of an eye, but the confusion brought to Arthur Rimbaud never stopped.Arthur Rimbaud looked at the petite Asian nurse blushing and taking care of himself, blinked his clear blue pupils, and found that he could not speak in French, so he asked in English.

"Where is this place?"

"Tokyo, Japan, an intensive care unit specially provided for foreign friends."

The nurse replied pitifully.

In 2011, Japan experienced a magnitude [-] earthquake that was rare in a century, triggering a large-scale tsunami and nuclear power plant leaks.

Tens of thousands of people went missing in the disaster and many were displaced.

When he woke up, Arthur Rimbaud was already in the 21st century.

Spanning two centuries...