Cos Verlaine's I crossed

Arthur Rimbaud resumed his black household status.

He said the words of breaking up and forcibly left Japan from the waters of Yokohama Port regardless of the obstruction of "Colorful Painting Collection".

Lan Tang refused to use instructions, and dared not take the real action. He practiced his saying of "forgetting instructions" to the end, guarding and protecting the dignity of his partner.However, the moving speed of "Painting Book" was slow, and Lan Tang could not catch up with the speed at which Arthur Rimbaud could break the sound barrier.

Lan Tang didn't know whether to be happy or complicated. His partner's escape speed was as fast as ever, and he didn't even have time to encircle the "color painting collection".

After finding no trace of the blond man at sea, Lan Tang said in a daze, "You put on the black hat before leaving..."

From the beginning to the end, Lan Tang was most concerned about the safety of the other party. The black hat was an item that blocked commands and mind control, and most of them were conspirator who wanted to control a transcendent like a nuclear weapon.

Lan Tang tidied up his emotions and went back to the villa. He saw the scrawled poem papers on the table, and helped to tidy them up.

After reading the poem above, Lan Tang felt the resonance of his soul.

"Are these... all written by relatives and friends?"

Lan Tang was sour.

When I was not around, the other party was living well alone, but the sense of identity with France was not enough, and it was probably oppressed.

After letting go of relatives and friends, Lan Tang was not in a hurry, knowing that he could go back to France to find him.His memories are patched together, and there is no problem returning to France now. To be on the safe side, he must deal with his mafia status in Japan as soon as possible, erase his Japanese household registration, and then talk to his relatives and friends in detail to see if he can recover breakup situation.

Lan Tang clutched his heart, was hit by the breakup and dumped, and what made him panic was the way Paul Verlaine cried to him.

Relatives and friends have never cried.

Lan Tang felt full of guilt, the crying blond man was like a god weeping, close at hand but out of reach.

However, normal people would not agree to treason in a relationship!

Lan Tang tried hard to stand firm: "I'm not wrong, it's because Paul is too emotional, he doesn't understand, a transcendent with a national background and a transcendent without a national background are two different things..."

Lan Tang's voice fell to a low level nervously after speaking.

"He doesn't do stupid things, does he?"

Lan Tang always has an ominous premonition about his partner, just like what was written in third-rate magazines, when a girlfriend takes revenge on her boyfriend, she usually gives a harsh lesson by cheating.

Lan Tang said with palpitations: "He cares about his origin very much, and generally looks down on other people, no, I have to go back to China soon!"

Lan Tang acted quickly, packed all the important items in the villa, hid them in a safe place, and brought them back to France later.

Immediately afterwards, the people of the port mafia saw the quasi-cadres with even more depressed expressions come back to work, buried in crazy work.The coffee cups in his hand were one after another, and he abnormally took the initiative to stay and work overtime, wanting to finish all his work for a month.

Mori Ogai is still concerned about the psychological problems of his subordinates.

"Lantang-jun, are you alright?"

"not good."

Lan Tang was gloomy.

Mori Ogai was choked by the straightforward answer, and comforted himself that his subordinates were willing to speak the truth, and as a leader, he had to figure out the emotions of his subordinates.

Lan Tang said: "I fell in love with someone some time ago, and he dumped me. I want to turn my grief into strength and work hard."

Mori Ogai suddenly realized.

Dazai said that Lantang had a sweetheart, but he still didn't believe it, but things went so "smoothly" that the other party dumped Lantang!

Mori Ogai resisted the urge to applaud and said hypocritically.

"Don't worry, with Lan Tang-jun's conditions, the next one will be better... Eh? You mean 'he'? A man?"

"Ah."

Lan Tang raised his eyes, glanced at the leader with the affectionate eyes of a Frenchman, as if he was angry, and said wearily: "He is the best."

Even Mori Ogai cannot belittle Paul Verlaine.

Partners are the best.

Mori Ogai: "..."

It's not wise to talk about this with someone who has lost their relationship.

Mori Ogai and Lantang couldn't continue chatting, so he told Lantang to leave quickly, and the more good things he did to work overtime, the better!

Lan Tang's impatient attitude towards Mori Ogai was flat, he couldn't tell whether it was loyalty or fear of the cold, so he walked away trembling.Before leaving, Lan Tang asked suspiciously out of responsibility: "Boss, why did you summon me in the basement? Did an enemy attack the chief's room?"

Mori Ogai moved his office from the top floor to the basement floor, greatly increasing the security.

The port mafia leader was embarrassed but polite: "No."

I'm afraid of death, it's none of your business!

Relying on Lantang's limited space system ability, Mori Ogai suspected that his body would be cold when the others came to rescue him.

The quasi-cadre, Transcendence, Lan Tang slowly resigned.

While working overtime for the port mafia, Lan Tang used his accumulated connections in Japan to start investigating Paul Verlaine. He wanted to know Paul Verlaine's information, even the superficial ones.

He pulled up the scarf a little and pressed his cheek against it, as if he could still feel the breath of his partner.

Lan Tang felt a pain in his heart. He could turn on the air conditioner and heat as much as he wanted at night, but he lost someone he could hug and sleep with.

Lan Tang murmured: "Eight years ago, what happened between us?"

When I came to Japan by myself, was it one person, or two people?

Has his partner been bullied by the government?

Numerous questions piled up in Lan Tang's mind, and Lan Tang pretended to be calm, with the coldness of a supernatural spy in his eyes.

……

Sea and sky line, I don't know where to go.

Arthur Rimbaud had no destination, and unconsciously went farther and farther away. He got rid of the trouble of "Paul Verlaine", but he deceived Lan Tang's behavior was a certain fact.

"I thought I'd be the 'Verlaine' in Wenye, the 'Rimbaud' in your Wenye."

"I thought I could break fate and rewrite our doomed tragic ending."

"I didn't expect... I'm not the assassination king, everything was a wrong encounter, your favorite partner is not me, and the person you are willing to sacrifice your life to protect is not me."

"We don't have a past, we don't have a future at all."

"You are another 'me'."

"I am an outsider."

Arthur Rimbaud, who vowed not to be with a man anymore, vowed not to intervene in other people's marriages, was once again mocked by fate in order to prove that "Rimbaud" and "Verlaine" can be happy.

Yes, Lan Tang is not married, has no children, and is in a state of single amnesia.

But he still became the third party!

Lantang loves Paul Verlaine, not Jean-Nicolas Arthur Rimbaud!

No matter how much they look like... they are not the same person.

Arthur Rimbaud turned into a wind, shuttled across the sea and sky, stopped and went, and went to strange countries and cities, where there were many black-haired and yellow-skinned Asians.

Hearing unfamiliar languages ​​and feeling the guidance of foreign countries, Arthur Rimbaud once again became a confused prodigal son, who needed ID cards and passports everywhere, and did not have enough money for him to stay in black hotels for too long. I couldn't lift my spirits, slept in an unmanned park, and got used to being with homeless people.

He is not very familiar with everything here. Before being repatriated by the Taiwan government, Arthur Rimbaud escaped.

A week later, Arthur Rimbaud left for England from Taiwan.

He sat penniless on the streets of London, staring at the crowd of artists performing music, painting, and singing, thinking.

He realizes he has no source of money and needs to survive.

Preferably the one that makes money legally.

Arthur Rimbaud has not yet recovered from his broken love, but he has calmed down a lot.The last time, oh, it was at the end of the nineteenth century, when he came to Vienna to travel and relax, but was robbed by a coachman, and he lived on the street, selling keychains and shoelaces at a disgraced stall.

"Keychain?"

Arthur Rimbaud looked at himself with empty hands.

People who have no house, no car, and no registered permanent residence will not even own a key chain.

"shoelace?"

Arthur Rimbaud looked down at his shoes.

Lan Tang bought him pointed-toed leather shoes, which were shiny and shiny, and the gravity blocked the dust. It could be seen that the quality was very good, and there was only one shoelace on it.

Arthur Rimbaud felt that he deserved it. He experienced things that ordinary people could not experience, and saw the difference between the three worlds. He didn't even have a skill in performing arts.

The blond man had an ordinary appearance. Although he was dressed plainly, his figure was impeccable. The blue eyes in his facial features could catch the attention of others at first sight.He tried his best to discard the things that Lan Tang gave him, and exchanged for the first human skin mask he earned by picking up money. With his chin resting on his hands, he listened boredly to the bursts of applause nearby.

Back then, he was a poet, as long as he was talented and knew French and Latin, he could eat and drink wherever he went.

No matter how bad it is... when he returns to his hometown, his mother will tolerate him.

Arthur Rimbaud thought of the power of his own tears, and smiled to himself, and he was endlessly sad after laughing.

No one will care about him anymore.

His fingers were raised to block the curvature of the corner of his mouth, and the lines of his side face made people think it was a piece of sculpture art.

"Hello."

Suddenly, someone greeted from not far behind.

Arthur Rimbaud, who was sitting on the flower bed, was indifferent, and didn't think he was calling himself. The man immediately changed his words with an elegant voice: "Mr. in front! He has the same golden hair as me, but he rests his cheek with his hand, and his figure is bigger than a top model. The better one!"

The direction is clear, and there are too many elements in the words.

Arthur Rimbaud was a man of great personality, and the man who spoke clearly revealed another flying personality.

Arthur Rimbaud turned his head in shame.

The faces of both sides came into view.

The visitor stopped.

Arthur Rimbaud saw a British man wearing a pink suit in the summer. His blond shoulder-length hair was thick and soft, his face was firm and handsome, his shoulders were broad and stylish, and his height of over 1.9 meters [-] forcibly overwhelmed the pink color. The neutral temperament brought by the suit.

This appearance...

Arthur Rimbaud had never seen this man before, and he was subtly familiar.

The other party stared at his appearance, and the expression on his face became sluggish with the naked eye, and said rudely: "The bone is so good, why is the skin so ordinary, it's different from what I thought."

The instant favorability drops.

Arthur Rimbaud hates people who look at their faces the most. He is the same as his predecessor and can never see his proud soul clearly.

Arthur Rimbaud was not happy at first, so he turned cold and sarcastically said: "A tall monkey in a crowd is deliberately stepping on two stilts, is it to attract clapping and laughter from humans?"

In a word, personal injury is perfectly returned.

The British man's face darkened. He has unique taste and disdains ordinary people's dress. There is nothing wrong with wearing high heels today...

This man's mouth is too poisonous!

Thinking that I said bad things first, the British man was right. The blond hair that shone in the sun was darker than Arthur Rimbaud's.

"I'm a painter, and I wanted to invite you to be my oil painting model, but you didn't meet my requirements." Oscar Wilde found an excuse to explain his yelling behavior.

He was in a good mood today, and on a whim, he felt that the weather outside was comfortable and suitable for going out to admire the beauties on the streets of London.With his arrogance in pursuit of aesthetics, he will not walk among mediocre people, just by accident—he suddenly wants to get out of the car and take a stroll.

When Oscar Wilde saw the back figure sitting by the flower bed, he was immediately put on guard.Like a Nordic god sitting outside the crowd, blending into the ordinary, looking at the world quietly.

What I was chasing——it was this kind of charm.

Oscar Wilde asked his attendants to step down, and couldn't wait to go forward to make friends, thinking that he would see the beautiful face in his fantasy.

Reality broke his bones.

Oscar Wilde sighed slightly, quickly adjusted his mentality, and made up for his behavior: "Were you sad just now? I apologize to you. If you look at the crowd, you might as well take a look at the flower beds behind you. Your back, you should be as calm as a god."

Arthur Rimbaud heard his explanation, and the coaxed familiarity reappeared, but he really didn't know the other party.

Arthur Rimbaud said: "You know me?"

Oscar Wilde shook his head. Unlike the other party's casualness, he was like a nobleman who went in and out of the upper class.

"I just think—your soul is more beautiful than your appearance."

[The legendary back kill. 】

Oscar Wilde added inwardly.

Oscar Wilde didn't know, this sentence when they met for the first time directly broke the defense.

Arthur Rimbaud stood up abruptly: "Do you think my soul should be more beautiful than my appearance?"

There is a circle of blue irises in his eyes. Looking closely at the pattern, it looks unique like vines blooming flowers. Looking at his pupils again, it seems that there are meteors burning and crashing, which is extremely amazing.

He forgot that he was speaking with a disguised appearance, swept away the gloom, and smiled brightly.

"Have eyes! I also apologize for what I said, Mr. Painter, let's get to know each other again, and I can be your model."

This world is not the world of those Yangou!

Some people are different!