Cos Verlaine's I crossed

Lan Tang was speechless, his palms sweating.

The eyes of the man under him were so beautiful and bewitching, as if they were going to drag him into hell for a carnival.

Lan Tang had no way to refuse.

In the world of the port mafia, heartbeat means danger.

Coincidentally, Lan Tang is a person who dares to face danger.

After Lan Tang was hit with a straight ball by Arthur Rimbaud, he tried his best to calmly say: "Are you usually such a frank person?"

Arthur Rimbaud thought about it for a while: "That's not true."

On the battlefield and in business, he has suffered enough, and has learned to be cunning and ruthless. There is no way for an irrational person to retreat unscathed.Furthermore, his act of self-preservation as Paul Verlaine cannot be called candid.

He dared to love and hate, lived for himself, and chose the route to go, even if his family persuaded him, it would have no effect.

Now, he has lost his family too.

Arthur Rimbaud stared at Lan Tang, "It's been eight years, living here must be very difficult."

Lan Tang became suspicious, could it be that his exile in Japan had something to do with the other party?

Arthur Rimbaud said: "Looking at foreign buildings, eating unappetizing food, and people coming and going speaking foreign languages, I have also experienced the pressure of living in such an unfamiliar environment."

When he was living in Japan, he was more unlucky than Lantang. Lantang could understand Japanese, but he knew nothing about Japanese.

Arthur Rimbaud hugged Lan Tang, and Lan Tang was moved, because the blond man who had a deep bond with him said——

"I'm sorry, I apologize to you for that person."

Lan Tang suddenly asked: "Who is that person?"

Arthur Rimbaud clasped Lan Tang's waist, "This is the secret."

Lan Tang said unwillingly, "What's the relationship between me and you?"

Arthur Rimbaud said: "It's a secret too."

Lan Tang: "You..."

Lan Tang's face was gloomy, and he almost wanted to beat him up: "You promised me last time, but you didn't fulfill your promise."

Arthur Rimbaud: "You sleep with me one more time and I'll tell you."

Lan Tang said coldly: "Impossible!"

The murderous intent of Hong Kong and black quasi-cadres enveloped Arthur Rimbaud.

Arthur Rimbaud sticks out his tongue, so scared.

Arthur Rimbaud took out an eye patch from his pocket, and said with a smile, "If you cover your eyes, I will take off the human skin mask."

Lan Tang didn't understand his innocence: "Do you think blindfolds are useful?"

Arthur Rimbaud said: "At least put it on, we can forget each other's identities, and I gave you a chance to touch your face, you always have to take a step back, give me some face—"

Arthur Rimbaud released the supernatural power while talking, and his fingers gathered the compressed gravity, stained with a dark red luster.He snapped his fingers and distorted the subspace barrier of the "color painting collection" next to him. Seeing this, Lan Tang's heart sank, which meant that the other party had the power to escape.

The ability of the space system, the first time I met an opponent.

Arthur Rimbaud didn't change his face and played handsome, his fingers hurt so much that he almost screamed, and the intensity of the subspace slightly exceeded his expectations.

Twisting the Warp, passing through a hand, was already his limit.

Mistake, he should have delayed for another month.

The ability of the space system is indeed at the BUG level!

Lan Tang was puzzled by Arthur Rimbaud's calmness, hesitated for a while, and chose to put on the blindfold, "You are not allowed to escape."

When his eyes returned to the darkness, Lan Tang felt uneasy. Arthur Rimbaud kissed Lan Tang's eyes through the blindfold. Seeing the other party relax, Arthur Rimbaud softened his heart and said with emotion: How deceiving.

Caution is a good habit, and excessive caution can easily fall into a trap.

Lan Tang's strength has not yet fully recovered, and he does not have the confidence to defeat his former acquaintances. He will double overestimate Arthur Rimbaud who came to see him.

The black-haired Frenchman after wearing the blindfold has a special style. His long bangs fall next to the blindfold, covering up the haggardness accumulated over time.Through the lower half of his face, Arthur Rimbaud seemed to be able to see Lan Tang when he was young, so high-spirited and daring to break into the enemy's country.

Arthur Rimbaud ordered: "Turn off the lights, I'm going to rest!"

Lan Tang: "..."

Lan Tang couldn't see his surroundings clearly, he groped to the wall at the head of the bed, turned off the light, and heard the sound of Arthur Rimbaud taking off the mask.

Lan Tang touched Arthur Rimbaud's face again.

His painting skills are not very good, and he can't perfectly expose this person's face with his sense of touch.

Arthur Rimbaud laughed as if he knew his resentment.

【You just trust me too easily. 】

In the darkness, Lan Tang and Arthur Rimbaud hugged each other on the bed, the jacket of their clothes was untied and thrown at the foot of the bed.Lan Tang felt the other party's breath carefully, and said, "Do you have many lovers?"

Arthur Rimbaud denies: "No."

Lan Tang was inexplicably angry: "You are very skilled."

Arthur Rimbaud took it for granted: "This is a racial talent!"

Lan Tang said, "French?"

Arthur Rimbaud smiled: "You are so cute."

Lan Tang ignored his provocative words, and never stopped probing his nationality: "It can't be British, right?"

Arthur Rimbaud joked: "Maybe a German, a Swede."

Lan Tang smiled: "It's French, right?"

The next second, Lan Tang took the initiative to wrap his arms around his neck, calling out softly.

"Compatriots."

Arthur Rimbaud, always eloquent, was at a loss for words.

Arthur Rimbaud's body was stiff, and his original passionate thoughts were suspended. Who knew that this "Rimbaud" was so patriotic that he was embarrassed to smash the opponent's hope!

Arthur Rimbaud differed from Lan Tang in his attitude towards the motherland. His affection and loyalty to France were mostly lost after the failure of the Paris Commune.Arthur Rimbaud grew up in the civil strife in France. He had seen too much chaos, death, and indiscriminate killings in his youth, and he was very disappointed with the upper class.

Lan Tang lay on the bed and sat up, "Why don't you continue?"

Arthur Rimbaud complains: "You're boring."

Lan Tang said calmly: "I am indeed judged as a very boring person."

Arthur Rimbaud was unhappy again, "Who said that?"

Lan Tang replied: "Those colleagues of the port mafia."

Arthur Rimbaud hugged Lantang, aggrieved: "No one else can dislike you except me."

The corner of Lan Tang's mouth rose slightly: "Are you my lover?"

Lan Tang added: "Past tense."

Arthur Rimbaud said annoyedly: "This is quite difficult to answer. You can't say yes, and you can't say no."

Lan Tang touched the other person's hair, imagining that the blonde hair that fell to the shoulders was like the afternoon sun shining on the shoulders.

"your name."

"My name is the same as yours."

"???"

"You idiot, do you think that hat is your own?"

"……what?!"

Lan Tang's eyes were empty, and a ray of soul seemed to float out of his mouth. For eight years, he had used the hat as a personal item before amnesia, and believed that the name on it was his French name.

As a result, someone said that wasn't his hat?

What a joke!

Lan Tang's earlobe hurt, and was bitten by the man in the dark.

Arthur Rimbaud complained: "A person who wears white earmuffs, will you wear a black round felt hat? Earmuffs and top hats cannot coexist."

Lan Tang quickly retorted in a daze: "It can coexist! I wore it once, and it's very warm!"

Arthur Rimbaud's eyes twitched.

Lan Tang knew that ordinary people couldn't understand it, and every time he walked in the crowd, he was a freak. He didn't expect that his acquaintances didn't understand it either, so he felt lost.

Arthur Rimbaud comforted: "You have never been so afraid of the cold before."

In order to gain memory, Lan Tang gave up torture, he snuggled into the other party's arms: "Can you tell me about my past?"

Arthur Rimbaud applauds his knowledge.

As expected of the background of a spy!

At the critical moment, you can learn the skills of seduction without a teacher.

Then, Arthur Rimbaud happily hugged Lantang and went to sleep. What a shame to mention the bad things in the past.

Lan Tang: "..."

That night, Lan Tang successfully suffered from insomnia.

Arthur Rimbaud slept soundly. Before falling into a deep sleep, he vaguely threatened: "If you dare to take off the blindfold, I won't come to you tomorrow, and I won't come the day after tomorrow."

Lan Tang was helpless, unable to resist this low-level threat.

He thinks this person is cute.

Lan Tang didn't break his promise, he sighed at night, and the way of resting purely under the quilt gave him the warmth he hadn't seen for a long time.

Lan Tang sighed in his heart.

[What is my name, and what is your name? 】

【Paul...】

【I vaguely remember... that's how I called you...】

……

In the morning, Lan Tang didn't feel empty, there was a real body in his arms, emitting heat, which made him feel good.

This person is still there and has not escaped. Today is a good start.

Lan Tang whispered, "I'm going to work."

Arthur Rimbaud half-closed his eyes, struggling to shake off his drowsiness. In order to exercise his gravity ability, he hadn't rested on the bed for a long time.Arthur Rimbaud glanced at Lan Tang who spoke softly early in the morning, covered his head with the quilt, took off Lan Tang's blindfold, and tightened the quilt. A series of processes were so fast that Lan Tang didn't realize it .

"Oh, you go."

"You...won't you get up? Let's go have breakfast together?"

After Lan Tang regained his sight, he noticed the mask on the bedside table, staring at the bed, the hand that wanted to lift the bed was about to move.

Arthur Rimbaud's lazy voice came from under the covers: "No, you leave your breakfast and go."

Lan Tang said, "Slacker."

Arthur Rimbaud pretended not to hear.

We don't need to be serious, we can still get along with each other in a friendly way!

Lan Tang went out to wash up, and after 10 minutes, he was fully dressed, with long black hair falling behind his waist, he walked slowly to the side of the bed, picked up the human skin mask, and urged: "Put on the mask. "

Arthur Rimbaud groaned in pain.

Why did you wake him up!

Lan Tang said: "Hurry up, or I'll lift the quilt." Lan Tang was very curious about Arthur Rimbaud during the day, even if he couldn't see his true face, he could accept it, and he just wanted to chat with him more.

Arthur Rimbaud, threatened by him, stretched out his arms reluctantly from under the covers to reach for the mask.Lan Tang's eyes lit up, and he really saw the snow-white skin, the man's arms were delicate and slender, and his fingers were slender, as beautiful as a work of art.

Lan Tang thought to himself: [My vision is good. 】

Although he is not sure about the relationship between the two, Lan Tang has some fantasies about the appearance of this person in the eyes of passers-by.

Arthur Rimbaud made a rustling sound under the quilt, secretly put on the human skin mask, sat up straight away, and yawned like a dead zombie.

Then Arthur Rimbaud threw off the covers and got out of bed.

Lan Tang's calm face was stained with a tinge of red, and he turned around to show his courtesy to this person.

After half an hour.

Arthur Rimbaud wore Lan Tang's clothes and sat downstairs to eat. Lan Tang looked at Arthur Rimbaud from time to time. The frequency was so high that Arthur Rimbaud felt that he was not wearing a mask. .

Arthur Rimbaud was eating a sandwich, stirring the salad with the other hand, and said weakly: "What are you looking at?"

Lan Tang hesitated to speak: "Your hair..." This is not the first time I have come across such an exquisite hairstyle.

Arthur Rimbaud is now disheveled, without braids, and the ends of his blond hair are curled up, not smooth enough, but the long blond hair is extremely dazzling, making this ordinary face look no longer ordinary.

Arthur Rimbaud: "Huh?"

Lan Tang finished his meal, left his seat, brought a comb and a small hair tie, and said solemnly after facing Arthur Rimbaud.

"Compatriots, let me comb for you."

"what?"

Arthur Rimbaud couldn't understand Lan Tang's brain circuit.

"Don't destroy the windows anymore, I'll give you the key, and wait for me to come back at night."

After dressing up Arthur Rimbaud exquisitely and braiding his hair successfully, Lan Tang felt great satisfaction for a while, handed over the keys to the villa to Arthur Rimbaud, and went to work erratically.

Arthur Rimbaud stared at Lan Tang inexplicably the whole time, until Lan Tang's back disappeared, he touched his braid.

Angry, too angry.

Arthur Rimbaud's uneasy feeling reappeared when he thought that the rate of turning his head would increase when he went out in this way.

He pulled.

Lan Tang's hairstyle, which he had recovered with great difficulty, fell apart.

Arthur Rimbaud happily spoils the outcome: "Comfortable, long hair is trouble."

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