Cos Verlaine's I crossed

Fingal is Oscar Wilde.

Through the surname, deriving this conclusion is very smooth and silky.

Apart from him, there is no second Wilde who can make Douglas Jr. jealous, and there is no second person who is bewildered and calm and humorous.

Oscar Wilde is a famous big-faced dog. He wrote in "The Portrait of Dorian Gray": "The way to get rid of temptation is to surrender to it." He once wrote a moving sentence in "Mrs. Wen's Fan" : "We are all in the gutter, but there are still people looking up at the stars".

Arthur Rimbaud sneered at the first sentence, but liked the latter sentence. People have two sides, and Wilde's two sides are particularly obvious.

Oscar Wilde allowed him to pinch his ears and hook his waist, instinctively lowering his height and the momentum that should have been publicized.When he was approaching the gate of the campus, Oscar Wilde asked weakly, "Aren't you going to visit?"

Arthur Rimbaud made no effort, but still hurt his ear.

He didn't rub the dog's ears.

"You deceived me so badly." Arthur Rimbaud raised his eyebrows, "You don't look at your face, you only look at your soul. Your reputation is not like that."

Oscar Wilde hated people who chewed their tongues.

How terrible his reputation is, so that people abroad will know it!

What about the non-disclosure agreement for the transcendent?

Arthur Rimbaud noticed that his act of taking Wilde away attracted the attention of his Cambridge students. He naturally wanted to save face for the other party, "Go back to the apartment by the Thames first, and I will settle the score with you later."

When Oscar Wilde heard that he had no intention of running away, he was very pleasantly surprised: "I'm going to drive! You stand where you are and wait for me!"

High-end apartments on the banks of the Thames.

The cool-toned decoration looks a little dark and depressing when the lights are not turned on.The sliding door of the balcony is open, the wind penetrates the room, and the setting sun illuminates part of the room, dividing it into two areas.

Oscar Wilde turned bartender and showed his hospitality.

Arthur Rimbaud leaned against the sliding door, glass of iced cocktail in hand, and seemed to see a golden retriever wagging its tail.

"You took me to visit Oxford University and Cambridge University, didn't you think that you might run into your acquaintances on the way?"

"I thought about it, but I didn't think I would encounter..."

Oscar Wilde sucks.

"How did you get into Oxford University? Don't you know Murphy's Law?" Arthur Rimbaud didn't understand Wilde's luck, but the other party dared to do this, which showed that he was not afraid of his identity being exposed.

Think about it, how can ordinary people come into contact with the circle of people with supernatural powers, how can they know the name of "Wilde".

Arthur Rimbaud thought he was fooled by Wilde's acting skills, and said unwillingly, "When did you recognize that I was wearing a mask?"

Oscar Wilde confessed: "When I was drawing your back, I noticed that your earlobes are different from the skin color of your cheeks."

Arthur Rimbaud reflexively touched his earlobe: "Is it obvious?"

Oscar Wilde said: "I am a painter, and I will inevitably find that normal people don't look at your earlobes under your hair."

Arthur Rimbaud was speechless.

Oscar Wilde came to toast to him with a shy face, "I punish myself, forgive me for being fascinated by your back and concealing it, I swear it was a coincidence that I met you, no matter what you have come to England to hide your true face The purpose has nothing to do with me."

Arthur Rimbaud suddenly felt relieved, and Oscar Wilde didn't look like a deep-minded person, otherwise he wouldn't have easily overturned.

He is now out of cosplay, with disheveled hair and unruly behavior. He is very different from Paul Verlaine. It is impossible for Oscar Wilde to know what kind of face he has.

"Fascinated by the back view?" Arthur Rimbaud complained fiercely, "Are you imagining that the face under my mask is beautiful?"

At the end of the nineteenth century, he had met Oscar Wilde at the same age. He already had the demeanor of a dog at that young age. He didn't believe that the dog could eat shit after being changed, and Wilde could not be attracted by beauty!

Oscar Wilde was not ashamed: "Thoughts do not sin!"

Arthur Rimbaud curled his lips: "If you're honest and didn't put on an act in front of me, I'll take it as the fact that I overestimated you."

Oscar Wilde overjoyed: "You forgive me?!"

Arthur Rimbaud looked at him with disappointed eyes, "I thought I would meet a bosom friend, but instead I met a person who looks like you..."

"No, no! I don't look at faces when I make friends!" Oscar Wilde hurriedly washed his reputation, plausibly saying, "You don't even show your face, I can't count it as a face! Your current face is not as good-looking as mine, I still regard you as a friend!"

Arthur Rimbaud was interrupted by him, thinking that Oscar Wilde was willing to piss off Douglas Jr. for a man who didn't know the truth.To know his true face, he was actually no better than Little Douglas.

This is not in line with the other party's usual style.

Only when treating friends, Oscar Wilde will not be a face control.

"I accept your answer!"

Arthur Rimbaud hooked Oscar Wilde's timid shoulders, optimists only value what they think is the truth.

"Fingol, come, drink to our friendship!"

"Okay!"

Oscar Wilde survived.

The tension evaporated, and the two returned to the relationship they had yesterday.

"Wait a minute, I suddenly remembered something." Arthur Rimbaud drank a few glasses of wine, put down his glass hastily, and asked Oscar Wilde, "Have you dated that little Douglas?"

Oscar Wilde said sadly: "No."

Arthur Rimbaud rejoiced: "It's good if you don't date, don't jump into that big pit stupidly."

Oscar Wilde choked, arousing great doubts.

Arthur Rimbaud said: "He is not worthy of you except for his face and family background, Fingal, think about it with your brain, if he is really outstanding, then Shakespeare must be the first to make a move."

Oscar Wilde: "???"

Is this directly related to Mister Shakespeare?

Arthur Rimbaud said in a joking tone: "Just for example, you British people especially like people with blond hair and blue eyes. I can imagine how popular Douglas Jr. is. I've heard a saying that a person's The level of the pursuer is the level of that person.”

"Finger, is there really a powerful person chasing him?"

"Will he have the charm to attract Shakespeare, who eats both sexes? Can he have the looks to make people like Dickens circle around?"

"Don't be stupid, good things can't be kept with you, and beauties are divided into grades, so be careful that you are the only one to pursue in the end."

These words of Arthur Rimbaud are brutal.

Oscar Wilde was stunned and didn't dare to think deeply.He fell in love with Douglas Jr. at first sight, and his colleagues heard about what he was pursuing so hard, and Bernard Shaw, who had a good relationship, persuaded him to give up.

Oscar Wilde said far-fetchedly: "Alfred rarely appears outside, and everyone doesn't know him."

Arthur Rimbaud frowned at his obsession.

"It doesn't do you wrong to say you are a fool."

"Rimbaud~."

"Even if a friend sincerely persuades you, you don't intend to give up little Douglas? That aristocratic face makes you fascinated?"

"..."

Oscar Wilde embarrassed.

He didn't dare to say: Yes, that's right, the son of the Marquis is so beautiful!

Alfred Douglas, with top-notch beauty and family background, perfectly hit the taste of Oscar Wilde who likes this kind of people.

"There is no cure."

Arthur Rimbaud was helpless, he was thinking, when he fell in love with Paul Verlaine, did other people see him in the same way.

Shouldn't fall in love, shouldn't have started, and went to the wrong ending.

"wait for me a bit."

Arthur Rimbaud put the glass into Fingal's hand and went into the bedroom.

Oscar Wilde was startled, subconsciously wanted to follow in, but was slapped on the face by the closed door of Arthur Rimbaud.

"Fingal, you stay outside!"

Oscar Wilde was shocked and thought of a certain possibility.

Arthur Rimbaud combed his hair, looked in the mirror and took off the human skin mask stuck to his skin. He saw a piece of Wilde's lipstick in the drawer, and he had fun dressing up and painted it on his lips.

Unexpectedly, this is not a lipstick, but a new body temperature lipstick.

A few seconds passed.

Seeing the abnormal color on his lips, Arthur Rimbaud was a little stunned. He seemed to have applied lipstick somewhere. He bent down and gave someone a kiss with pity and mockery.

"It's amazing, it turned out to be like this, Wilde and I..."

The two worlds are connected.

He always met Oscar Wilde after falling out of love.

Putting on formal clothes, Arthur Rimbaud walked out of the bedroom absent-mindedly, and his peerless back and appearance were finally in harmony.While walking, the Frenchman seems to be able to set off a turbulent wave at any time, destroying all the quiet and silent pictures, showing his strength and confidence to the fullest.

He came in front of Oscar Wilde, and smiled recklessly at Mr. Painter, who had no resistance at all.

"Tell me, what do you see? How am I compared to little Douglas?"

"It's... flames and sea water."

Oscar Wilde was stunned, and what he saw was the beauty of ice and fire. There was really someone whose soul and body were shining together, and participated in the life of the person named Wilde in a whizzing way.

Under the beautiful shell, there is a brighter soul!

"What to do next, don't you know?"

Arthur Rimbaud grabbed Oscar Wilde's collar and leaned forward. His innate rebelliousness made his appearance full of aggression. He imprinted an extremely seductive kiss on the corner of Oscar Wilde's mouth.

He remembered that he once kissed Oscar Wilde's cold tombstone.

Regret the fate of the other party.

Those fairy tales and novels... well written.

He was born in the same year as Oscar Wilde, and he left his name in the literary world. He even met Wilde earlier than Posey.If Wilde could change the fate of falling in love with Alfred Douglas and finally dying tragically, Arthur Rimbaud would be willing to be the god of fate once.

He has a hard heart that ignores the strife of the world, and a soft heart that wants to help the less fortunate.

In short, you'd rather fall into Posey's hands than fall into his hands.

"Tomorrow—you will break up with him completely and have nothing to do with him."

Arthur Rimbaud's lips were wet, his lipstick was licked and bitten by the man, and he said lightly.

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Let alone Douglas Jr., there is no problem with the British government! ! !