Cos Verlaine's I crossed

Arthur Rimbaud didn't waste his time working in Japan.

Modeling is a temporary career, and he aims for a new adventure in the 21st century!In order to achieve his goal as soon as possible, after he was naturalized in Japan, he taught himself Japanese and modern English. When he looked up the dictionary, he also learned the difficult-to-pronounce Chinese from neighboring countries.

His language talent has always been very good, but he lacks the tempering of the corresponding environment.

Before crossing over, he knew French, English, Latin, part of German and Dutch. With his excellent Latin, he dared to send poetry to Napoleon's third son at the age of 14. After entering the Paris literary world at the age of 17, he always Ridiculous for having a rude accent and being a redneck, it took him a year to reverse his accent.

In the second half of 2013, Arthur Rimbaud was completely tired of the life of shooting magazines. It was extremely bad to be a puppet who was directed by a photography agency.

On the pretext of missing his hometown, he found someone to apply for a visa, bought a plane ticket and went back to France.

Before leaving, he bought flowers and fruit to visit someone.

The nurse who believed his words of amnesia back then was already a wife. When she saw him, she was very pleasantly surprised and introduced her husband and children to him.

Arthur Rimbaud changed his hedgehog personality in the magazine, put on his shoes with his hands tied, and came indoors, shyly listening to the care and inquiries of the nurse. The 22-year-old blond youth looks like a beautiful big boy, being greeted by his sister in a foreign country.

"My job is very stable, and my income is enough to live on. I seem to have remembered something about my hometown, and I am going back to France to look for my relatives." Arthur Rimbaud is very grateful to the other party, because with the help of the nurse, he can He successfully got rid of his identity as a black household under the natural disaster and got a foothold in Japan.

When he was in the most difficult time, someone extended a helping hand to him and warmed his heart.

Hosokawa Aiko's husband was aroused by this rare and beautiful young man with a sense of crisis. While coaxing the child, he asked nonchalantly: "Mr. Rimbaud, I also traveled to France for a while, I don't know which city you are from beautiful city?"

When Arthur Rimbaud thought of his hometown, his heart ached. He came to the world a hundred years later. If his mother and sister received the news of his death, they would definitely be extremely sad.

"It's not a big city." Arthur Rimbaud said flatly, "It's a small town with an idyllic view, full of farming fields, named 'Charleville'."

Mr. Hosokawa obviously has not heard of this place name.

On the contrary, Aiko Hosokawa bent her eyes. When she was young, she loved reading and was involved in many literary works. She had heard that Charlevel had produced a famous poet.

"Why, you are very much related to that French poet."

With the same name and the same origin, Aiko Hosokawa once felt that the other party was like the poet Rimbaud who came out of a movie, with the outstanding beauty like Leonardo and the exuberant curiosity that ordinary people don't have. Placing her with all kinds of questions.

"It's not the same," said Arthur Rimbaud firmly. "I hate poetry!"

After breaking up with Paul Verlaine, his interest in poetry fell to the bottom, and he stayed away from the European literary world after finishing his last work.

Arthur Rimbaud explained: "My dream is to be a war correspondent, a mercenary, or even a sailor. I don't like to sit and write."

Aiko Hosokawa was stunned, this young man had too much personality.

Hosokawa Aiko went to look at the other person's expression, and the high-spirited appearance made people happy, unlike the pale and weak figure on the hospital bed who was always looking out the window. There is no nurse who does not like a patient who knows how to be grateful after recovering.

"Thank you, Miss Aiko, I will visit you when I am free."

Arthur Rimbaud once again exposed his habit of talking big words. In fact, he doesn't plan to return to Japan recently, and he doesn't know when and where the next meeting will be.

Aiko Hosokawa tolerated Arthur Rimbaud's guilty and wandering gaze, and said with a smile.

"Then I will wait for Mr. Rimbaud's visit."

"Good luck sir."

No matter who you are and what secrets you hide, your confident appearance is like the sun, with a vast and boundless sea hidden in your eyes.

I really want to see your eternal splendor, shining on others.

Arthur Rimbaud couldn't sit still for long, so he found an excuse and ran away.Without good coffee, he couldn't spend an afternoon chatting with Japanese people who had nothing to say.

After sending the guests away, Mr. Hosokawa came back and saw his wife holding an autograph card in the fruit in a daze, "What's wrong? Aiko."

Aiko Hosokawa accepted the autograph card and put it on her chest, feeling very excited.

"It's M. Arthur Rimbaud's signature!"

The exact same handwriting, even if imitated, also satisfies the hobby of literature fans.

Who wouldn't want to live like Rimbaud, who participated in the revolution when he was young, talked about a passionate love, showed off his talents, traveled the world when he was young, hiked in Europe, read thousands of sails when he was middle-aged, and experienced wars and severe cold and heat that ordinary people can't bear , Returning to his hometown, still detached from the shackles of the body when his life was dying, and wanted to set sail.

Not to mention that there were not many people like Rimbaud in the 21th century. In the [-]st century, people can pursue freedom openly, but few people have made a name for themselves from the bottom.

The reason why meteors are meteors.

Because his light can be remembered even if it is short-lived.

In France, Charvelle has been renamed Charvelle-Mézières and merged with another region, but the local train station remains the original location, where Arthur Rimbaud ran away from home and chased The starting point of dreams.

Arthur Rimbaud returned to France, first went to Paris, and then transferred to Charleville, just like a foreigner visiting France, looking around in a daze.

The blond-haired and blue-eyed him has gained many accosts along the way.

He got off the train, walked around the train station, and followed the train for a while childishly, but he could no longer see the steam train emitting black smoke.

At the age of 16, he ran away from the train station in Charleville, unable to pay the fare of 13 francs. After fare evasion, he was arrested and sent to Maza Prison. Teacher Isambal has been sealed in history.

Arthur Rimbaud embraces the city he fled with open arms.

"Train tickets are much 'expensive'."

At the end of the nineteenth century, francs were very valuable. 1 franc could fill a stomach, 8 francs could buy a gun in Belgium, and 10 francs could spend a day in a high-end hospital.

Walking around, Arthur Rimbaud shuttled between old-fashioned buildings and modern buildings, light and shadow fell on him, like the mottled traces of time, he stretched out his hand to catch the light spots, and could no longer find the smooth road in the past Went back home on foot.

The house is still there.

Farmland is gone.

The buildings of the city block the distant mountains, proving the changes of the world.

Arthur Rimbaud, who needs to farm with his family every year, is in a state of despair.Seeing that the house had become "Rimbaud's former residence", Arthur Rimbaud, who was homeless, asked the passers-by who lived here about "Rimbaud's" graveyard.

Arthur Rimbaud found "his own" cemetery, as well as the cemetery of relatives buried beside him, including his mother and sister.The cemetery looks deserted, basically gray and white stone monuments, their family's tombstone is white, easy to distinguish, with a cross carved on it, symbolizing the belief in Catholicism.

Arthur Rimbaud, a non-believer, stood in front of the tombstone, staring blankly at the cross.

His full name and time of death are written on the tombstone.

He died in 37 at the age of 1891.

He couldn't understand why the 37-year-old "Artille Rimbaud", who had not believed in God all his life, converted to God when he was dying?Is it because you want to go to heaven after death, or... to atone for your own sins, longing to be reunited with your family after death?

"Mom, sister."

Arthur Rimbaud's tears "slapped" down.

I am completely homeless.

This may be the price paid by those who pursue freedom.

When he saw someone offering flowers in front of the tombstone, he couldn't help but chuckle. It turned out that after so many years, someone was still willing to worship him.He peeked around, it was fine, there was no one in the cemetery, he ignored the modern surveillance cameras, stepped over the black guardrail, and concentrated on wiping the tombstone and cleaning it before someone came to stop him.

He didn't buy fresh flowers specifically, but took out small wild flowers picked by the roadside from his pocket.

"I'm coming to see you."

Arthur Rimbaud said choked up.

Tears blurred away the dust on the tombstone, and he wiped it off carefully.

"sorry."

"Mom, I'm just a bad kid from the Rimbaud family. I only like to run outside and don't like to go home. I make you sad like that 37-year-old 'me'."

"Although we don't seem to be the same person, I'm only 22 years old, it's okay, if I slap myself, it's you who taught me a lesson."

"Verlaine and I have separated, this time for real."

"he died."

"You see, I can't be with a dead man. He was vacillating in life, always thinking about his rich wife and blood-related children. Don't worry this time. He's free. I live in a world where he can never see into the world."

"This era is changing every day, my eyes are overwhelmed, and I don't want to go out. It takes me a long time to learn common sense that everyone else understands."

"Mom, this world is so beautiful..."

"I lost everything and gained a new life. You don't have to worry about my future anymore. I will try my best to live alone..."

"I love you."

Arthur Rimbaud bent down and kissed the cold white marble.

The passivity of the French cemetery managers gave him the opportunity to say goodbye to his family.

Well, as expected of us French!

There is nothing wrong with him deliberately choosing the time to come to France in August for a big vacation!

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There are not many locals on the streets of Paris.

Tourists on the road whispered and discussed the state of France's depression in August.

The residential area is extremely quiet.

The traditional French have gone out with their families for vacation, or stayed at home to rest, and the bosses who can continue to operate outside are called hardworking bees.

After watching his family, Arthur Rimbaud dutifully went to Paul Verlaine's cemetery. He took a look at it from a distance, but he didn't dare to approach him, for fear that he would be aroused to his feelings for Paul Verlaine. After all, they The leading edge of space has long been broken.

He asked someone to send a sprig of bristlegrass to Paul Verlaine's tombstone.

Is it a joke?

Is it sentimental?

He couldn't tell what emotion was piling up in his heart.

After fulfilling his wish, Arthur Rimbaud felt a trace of fear in France, and his body and soul were surrounded by indescribable loneliness, and he was often inexplicably absent-minded.

The French Bakery is closed in the afternoon.

He had to buy maps and bread in the supermarket, and the clerk struck up a conversation at the checkout.

"Sir, what country are you from? French is fluent."

"..."

The map in Arthur Rimbaud's hand just fell off.

"Which country do you think I'm from?" Arthur Rimbaud forced a smile, but the French clerk didn't notice it at all, and said casually: "Switzerland? Belgium? I think you look a bit like a British Or the Germans."

Arthur Rimbaud took a vicious bite of the bread.

"I'm African!"

The French clerk was speechless, looked at him, and guessed that he was a later immigrant, "Sir, these things are 10 euros and 60 cents in total, please swipe your card."

Arthur Rimbaud muttered: "It's expensive."

Before he came, he learned about the ratio of euro to franc, which is about 1:0.9.

He asked again: "Why are you not charged in francs?"

The French clerk said casually: "Sir, francs have not been circulated here since 2002, and the country suggests that everyone exchange francs for euros."

Arthur Rimbaud's eyes darkened.

The franc, which ceases to circulate from French territory, circulates in countries such as Switzerland.

Ridiculous.

How can the pounds and dollars of other countries still live well?

After swiping his card, Arthur Rimbaud hurried out of the supermarket, feeling that he was out of place in the French environment, and no matter how beautiful the international city was, he couldn't dispel the feeling of suffocation.

hateful!

Everyone here treats me like a foreigner!

In a fit of anger, Arthur Rimbaud went to the conscription headquarters to sign up for foreign mercenaries.

Mercenaries are one of his dream professions. As far as he knows, France is the only country that officially recruits mercenaries. The mercenaries who join are protected by the convention. Those who have served for five years without dying can become French citizens if they work hard.

Recruitment conditions: foreign nationality, knowledge of French or English, IQ and physical fitness standards, strong learning ability, and willingness to perform high-risk, high-mortality tasks.

People who become mercenaries can enjoy the French welfare system.

Arthur Rimbaud feels good about himself, no problem!This profession was specially opened for him, just as he wanted to leave his Japanese nationality and return to Europe.According to the internet information he searched, French mercenaries all go to war-torn areas. The more chaotic the place, the higher the wages. The wages in Djibouti, Africa, can reach [-] euros!

Moreover, the foreign mercenaries were established in 1831 and belonged to the French Army. Arthur Rimbaud had some intimacy with this and planned to realize his dream.

"It says that those who join the mercenary army cannot use their own names in the first year, and have to replace their numbers. I've made up my mind—my name is Baudelaire!"

As conscripts, everyone undergoes a physical examination.

It was clear at a glance whether a row of men was white-headed or muscular, and Arthur Rimbaud was not shy about this, and arrogantly stripped off his clothes.

His physical fitness is outstanding, and his muscles are not very obvious, but he used to do farm work with his family, and walked through many places in Europe with his legs. He can run and jump, and he is full of energy. much better.

Beautiful from the hair to the soles of the feet.

All around looked sideways, peeking at Arthur Rimbaud, and the dark face of the instructor inspecting them was a little red, and he smacked his mouth.

A pretty good looking, hot kid who can go anywhere.

"what country are you from?"

"I am of French military blood! I am here to join France!"

Arthur Rimbaud sweetened his lips once.

French is the best passport in France.

Arthur Rimbaud wrote the name of Aiko Hosokawa on the object of the death pension. Thinking that the money might disturb the nurse's conscience, he thought about it and donated half of the money to the Rimbaud Museum in Charreville.

[After I die, please help me repair the tombstone of Rimbaud's family. 】

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