Cos Verlaine's I crossed

"Ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo-"

Millions of price speakers are deafening.

On the weekend, the red supercar was speeding on a special road section, and the roar at the limit speed made the nearby top sports cars flinch.

That is simply not a speed that humans can control.

fast!

It can also be faster!

It's like turning into a tornado on the sea, breaking through the shackles of oneself!

At a bend ahead, Arthur Rimbaud slammed the steering wheel, and there was a grinding sound of toothache, and then the strong feeling of pushing back and the inertia of throwing people out made Oscar Wilde on the co-pilot hold on to his seat belt. Laughing out loud, he shouted against the wind pouring into his mouth.

"Rimbaud! Watch out for scrapped tires!"

"I can take you to heaven! I can also take you to hell!"

Arthur Rimbaud tossed his blond hair and shouted.His beautiful long hair was flying wildly, and a strand of hair was too long, whipping on Oscar Wilde's cheek, it was fine and numb, as if a weak current had been mixed into the wind.

Oscar Wilde was in a trance, and for a moment suspected that the assassination king's "assassination" target was himself, and wanted to take him into a car accident.

Pooh.

The interests and hobbies of beauties are always correct!

The perfect British gentleman, to meet the various needs of the object of pursuit!

Ten minutes later, Oscar Wilde's limited-edition supercar was pulled away by a crane by professionals, and it could be taken into the repair shop for processing.

Arthur Rimbaud was in high spirits after racing, far away from the center of London, the two appeared in the suburbs where British people like to go on vacation. The idyllic environment can wash away the fast-paced life that is too anxious.

"Here you are." Arthur Rimbaud fumbled from his trousers pocket, took out a handful of coins, and threw them into the homeless man's begging bowl.

Oscar Wilde looked shocked.

The tramp thanked and said hurriedly, "May God bless you."

Arthur Rimbaud watched the limping disabled people go away, such people can be found everywhere, and the gap between rich and poor is even greater in big cities. London has never been a place for quiet life.

Oscar Wilde said disapprovingly: "Why should he be given money? Although he has some leg disabilities, the state will provide subsidies. With his hands, he can find a job to support himself."

Arthur Rimbaud said: "What if he's a black man in England?"

Oscar Wilde pondered: "This is his own choice, and it is these uncompetitive people who are eliminated by society."

Arthur Rimbaud rolled his eyes at him.

"Rich man, you will never understand the pain of the poor!"

"Maybe the little money I give him is enough for him to drink, or maybe the money I give him is just enough for him to buy medicine to go home and reduce some pain. I don't need any return from them."

Arthur Rimbaud walked in front of himself, summing up his behavior: "I just want to be happy, and you don't need to figure it out. I will pay you back the repair fee for that supercar when I have money, and I won't owe you anything." .”

Oscar Wilde protested: "I know, I was poor too!"

Arthur Rimbaud said without turning his head, "I don't believe it."

Oscar Wilde said: "I helped friends turn around, spent all my money, was hungry, and dared not be discovered, the refrigerator at home was empty, and I could only live on credit in the hotel restaurant I frequented, that Who can give me money at that time, he is God!"

Arthur Rimbaud stopped and looked proudly at the rich man.

"When I was poorest—"

The blond man thought about it after decades of life, "Sleeping on the road, I have nothing but my talent and youth."

Oscar Wilde's eyes light up: "Only talent and youth?"

Arthur Rimbaud folded his arms: "Can't you?"

Oscar Wilde out of the blue: "That's cool!"

"I also think that one day, I can say such things." Oscar Wilde swore that he was not flattering beauties. He was bound by the British government to the transcendent. He had to make a report when he left London, and he had to go through layers of approvals when he went abroad. He lost money. troubles, but also lost freedom.

"You can do it anytime." Arthur Rimbaud instigated the other party to put aside the pressure of the family and take a quick trip.

"It can't be done." Oscar Wilde languished, "I will be hunted down by her...that horrible and violent woman..."

"It's because you are too weak." Arthur Rimbaud stopped waiting for him, and continued to walk aimlessly. When he found a big yellow dog, he chased it, but frightened it with its tail between its legs. Ran.

Today is different from the past, the breath of Arthur Rimbaud can scare away small animals, it is the sense of oppression at the top of the food chain.

Oscar Wilde covered his mouth and grinned.

He silently remembered that he liked big dogs, and subconsciously yearned for the company of animals.

——What kind of people usually keep dogs?

--lonely person.

Oscar Wilde put aside social and work, and was a skipper for a time. Regardless of the hesitant performance of his attendants, he acted as a tour guide every day, taking Arthur Rimbaud to visit all the interesting places in London.

Arthur Rimbaud had more fun than he had at the end of the nineteenth century with his first English friend in the world.

"I've been to Africa, and the cannibals are still there. Have you ever seen them? Keeping the traditional and backward customs, with pure eyes, doing cruel things in order to continue the race—"

"I've had Ethiopian coffee, which is much better than coffee shops. The best coffee comes from the hands of women."

"I have been a sailor, a coffee merchant, I have sold arms, I have traveled across Europe and Africa, I have used my feet to measure the road of my dreams, and I am deeply in love with those interesting people and things!"

Arthur Rimbaud confides in his global travels.

From curiosity at the beginning to active discussions later, Oscar Wilde envied Arthur Rimbaud to the point where he couldn't extricate himself.

Oscar Wilde kept reminding himself.

This is in exchange for treason!

Oscar, you can't do this, the British government is super cruel!

Oscar Wilde barely stood his ground, and dryly seduced Arthur Rimbaud: "Britain is the world's top power, and the welfare of its citizens is very good. Do you want to consider joining the UK?"

Arthur Rimbaud spat at Oscar Wilde.

"Look, what era is it now, the people have long been the masters of the country, why are there such things as queens and knights!"

The King of France was eradicated at the end of the nineteenth century. France entered an era when civil rights were greater than royal power earlier than Britain. Arthur Rimbaud witnessed such an era of constant development and change.

"..." What you said is so reasonable, I dare not refute it.

Oscar Wilde's face felt swollen.

People can escape from France, but you think France is not free enough, but you persuade him to defect to England-the British cage is watching, and if he catches someone, he will definitely not tolerate the other party wasting his strength.

The more Oscar Wilde thought about it, the more wronged he became. Why are we all the same transcendents? Your life is so good, so I want to work!

and many more?

This person just came to the UK, doesn't seem very happy?

Oscar Wilde seized on Arthur Rimbaud's weakness: "You said you were doing well, why didn't you behave like that when I first saw you, as if—being bullied?"

Arthur Rimbaud was furious: "You are being bullied!"

He stared at the keen British man at the critical moment with a half-smile, and stepped on Oscar Wilde's leather shoes.

"I am the best!"

"Hiss—yes, yes, you are the best."

"I just discovered some differences between ideals and reality. I couldn't stand the depression, so I came to the UK to relax."

Arthur Rimbaud muttered, retracted his foot resentfully, squatted down, and wiped the footprints on Oscar Wilde's leather shoes with his palm.

"It doesn't hurt, does it?" Arthur Rimbaud raised his head.

The sky is reflected in the blue eyes, and it is hard to tell which one is bluer.

Joy and anger can be casual, and dignity can be reversed. Arthur Rimbaud's act of shining Oscar Wilde's shoes touched the other party.

Oscar Wilde bowed down for many people and held the beauty above his head. Everyone felt that Oscar Wilde enjoyed it. In fact, it was the same. Oscar Wilde was willing to sacrifice those insignificant dignity for the lofty aesthetics. .

And his dignity—

One day, I will also want to be respected by beautiful women.

"It's just a massage!" Oscar Wilde said humorously, "The strength is moderate, the acupuncture points are pressed precisely, the nerves and the brain are stimulated, and the fatigue of my day is reduced, and I feel like I have been reborn!"

"You, you are too good at boasting!"

Arthur Rimbaud laughed so hard that he was about to sit down on the ground, but Oscar Wilde grabbed his hand in time.

As soon as Oscar Wilde exerted his strength, he pulled the man to stand up.

"I like seeing you smile the most. Of course, I personally think that you are more handsome standing and laughing."

"Handsome?"

Artille Rimbaud rubbed his chin, his stubble having no chance of growing out after being stared at by Wilde.

"Do you have any fun suggestions?" Arthur Rimbaud asked for Mr. Painter's opinion and returned his tolerance. "We've been shopping for so long, it's my turn to experience your gameplay."

Oscar Wilde bowed and said in a melodious tone.

"Give it to me."

……

A private party was held on the yacht.

The British professional band played dancing tunes, Arthur Rimbaud was put on a black tuxedo that was no less than a white suit, and Oscar Wilde showed off his gorgeousness, with fur scarves on both sides of his neck, embellished with A suit with flowers is more flamboyant than a peacock.

Oscar Wilde gave up the men's step to Arthur Rimbaud and chose the women's step himself.

Arthur Rambo was a little more restrained than during the day, and his dancing movements were not so smooth, and he was learning experience bit by bit.

"I didn't dance..."

"It's okay, I'm honored to be the first person to dance with you."

Oscar Wilde's face was radiant, and his hair seemed to be excited. After he guided Arthur Rimbaud to learn how to dance, his eyes looked at their reflection on the other side intentionally or unconsciously.

On the shadow, each other becomes brilliance.

The dancing posture of the Nordic gods, from green to mature, from messy to elegant, his hands seem to be embracing each other all the time.

Once again Oscar Wilde sighed in blissful distress.

【How should I keep you? 】

……

The more you can't get it, the more mortals' hearts are just around the corner.