Cos Verlaine's I crossed

Oscar Wilde spent the night at the apartment.

However, he slept in the second bedroom next to Arthur Rimbaud, and he couldn't sleep because he was thinking about the unique smell of lipstick all night.

This is already a leap forward.

Early in the morning, Oscar Wilde excitedly went to the kitchen, found kitchen utensils in a strange way, made sandwiches and fried eggs for breakfast for the two of them, and bought an airlifted New Zealand milk.

"It's done!"

Oscar Wilde is like a boy in first love. Although his relationship history is rich enough to publish a book, there are too few people who make him give his heart.

Aesthetes are not irresistible to everyone.

"Rimbaud, are you awake?"

After thinking about it, Oscar Wilde knocked on the bedroom door and carefully asked the beauty resting inside.

He obeyed Arthur Rimbaud's previous self-introduction, and still did not change his name to Paul Verlaine.This is the most wise decision after his witty reaction and confession yesterday.

There was a rustling sound of getting out of bed in the master bedroom.

With a swish, the door blocking Oscar Wilde's eyes opened.

"What time is it?" Arthur Rimbaud's blue eyes are sleepy, his long blond hair has a messy beauty, and Wilde's nightgown hangs loosely on his shoulders, lacking a strong and full shoulder and a long and narrow collarbone It is like two charming straits, which are extremely eye-catching.

Oscar Wilde handed over a hot towel: "Ten o'clock."

Arthur Rimbaud was not used to the service of opening his hands with his clothes and his mouth with his meals, so he took the towel and drove Wilde aside.

"I'm going to wash up, don't get in my way."

"Oh."

Before the kiss, Oscar Wilde would wait for him in the living room, but love is like a tornado, blowing in Oscar Wilde's heart and uprooting all other flower seedlings.

Can't wait a moment.

Every moment wants to take the relationship further.

Oscar Wilde never left, and followed eagerly behind him. When Arthur Rimbaud was washing up, the other party helped him with the cup, and even took out the men's perfume, hoping that Arthur Rimbaud could use it.

Arthur Rimbaud: "?"

You British people spray perfume every day to cover body odor?

Oscar Wilde: "Don't you like perfume?"

Arthur Rimbaud picked up the perfume and sprayed it on Oscar Wilde's face. The fragrance permeated between the two, "Please remember, I just took off the mask, not the head. Change, how you treated me before, how you will treat me in the future."

Oscar Wilde quickly closed his eyes to prevent the perfume from getting on his eyes, and said affectionately: "How can it be the same? We are dating!"

Arthur Rimbaud, with his back turned to him, stopped to go to the bathroom.

"Dating? When did I date you!"

"last night."

"Didn't you drink yesterday? Nothing happened."

Oscar Wilde reminded that Arthur Rimbaud had an innocent face, with no trace of lipstick on his half-smile lips.

Oscar Wilde will never forget that it was this lip that seduced him, soft to the touch, like two feathers, making him forget the English clock tower and the French arrest warrant hanging above his head.

Oscar Wilde mourns: "You can't selectively forget!"

Arthur Rimbaud said disapprovingly: "I don't accept myself as a third party, when will you clean up the flowers and plants?"

Oscar Wilde's eyes were red with anxiety, and he even kissed him once, but he refused to admit the relationship!He made a poisonous oath: "Honey, how could I make you a third party? I will cut off all contact with those people, if I can't do it, I'm a dog!"

Arthur Rimbaud had originally closed the toilet door, but upon hearing Wilde's oath, he opened the door again, poked his head out, and retracted his head a second before Oscar Wilde was about to steal a kiss.

"Go and finish."

The unruly wind turned into a mischievous finger-twisting wind.

After Arthur Rimbaud sat down at the dining table, Oscar Wilde was still struggling to send emails from the phone address book.Breaking the relationship is not as easy as it says. As a British gentleman, at least you have to write an email to explain the situation, and then quickly block the other party.

Arthur Rimbaud finished his breakfast, Oscar Wilde's hands were sore, seeing Arthur Rimbaud's smile again, the motivation appeared again!

Arthur Rimbaud utters the devil's question: "Fingal, is the mail to Douglas Jr. written?"

Oscar Wilde explained: "At this point in time, he should be in school. In order not to disturb his studies, I wrote a regular email and planned to send it to him during his lunch break."

In terms of thoughtfulness, Oscar Wilde had nothing to say about beauty.

What Arthur Rimbaud wanted was not his tenderness to Douglas Jr., not enough ruthlessness, and there was still the possibility of breaking the ties.

"I don't care how you deal with other people, I believe you can solve it perfectly." Arthur Rimbaud said meaningfully after breaking Oscar Wilde's initial obsession with Douglas Jr., "However, how to solve the matter of Douglas Jr. You must listen to me."

Oscar Wilde looked troubled.

Arthur Rimbaud said: "It will not violate the moral level of society."

Under Arthur Rimbaud's godlike but sweet smile, Oscar Wilde knelt fast and beautifully: "No problem!"

Oscar Wilde offered his belief in beauty.

Compared with Alfred Douglas, who spent a lot of money and still ignored him, a normal person would choose Arthur Rimbaud. Arthur Rimbaud was not only a top beauty, but also a great friend.

"Rimbaud, you don't like me wearing high heels, so I won't wear them."

"Don't give up, you can dress up however you want."

This is what sets Arthur Rimbaud apart from the rest.

Arthur Rimbaud is superior and dominant in the love scene, he dislikes Wilde's dress, but agrees with Wilde's dress, "If you don't have these mavericks, you won't be the Fingal I know."

"Finger, you can't lose the most important pride in love. You have to despise vulgar people, and stay away from stupid people. If you can't do this, don't pursue me."

"Otherwise I hate you."

Arthur Rimbaud warned the other very seriously.

Oscar Wilde jumped out of his chest with a heart, and fell into Arthur Rimbaud's arms, wishing he could rub against him again.

As he said, Oscar Wilde stood up straight and shouted three times.

"I don't look at the face from now on, I just look at you!"

"..." Ghost letter.

A black line fell across Arthur Rimbaud's forehead.

Outside the Cambridge University apartment, Oscar Wilde complied with Arthur Rimbaud's request, and immediately experienced the feeling of social death.

Oscar Wilde didn't even dare to look at Alfred Douglas's peerless blackened face, and said with shame: "Mr. Douglas, I'm taking the liberty to bother you. I won't affect your life in the future... Please, please Return some of my personal belongings."

Alfred Douglas couldn't believe it: "Oscar Wilde, did I hear you right?" He pointed at Oscar Wilde's nose, making him take a step back in fright, "You want to take back what you gave me?!"

Real estate, yachts, cars, luxury goods, not all gifts have been renamed, and some of them are still Wilde's items.

Oscar Wilde pursued him for a full year, spending money like water, and Alfred Douglas accepted all the gifts, living affluently, without having to look at his father's face.

However, he didn't want to agree to a relationship easily, firstly because he was proud enough, and secondly because he didn't care about things that were easy to get, let alone ordinary nobles, let alone those with a very high status.

He enjoys being flattered by his country's transcendents, and he doesn't dislike this man who is willing to treat him sincerely, so he has long regarded this man as his own, and fantasized about the two of them making trouble together and moving out of the Douglas family later life.

It never occurred to Alfred Douglas that someone could cut himself!

This is impossible!

He boasted that his appearance was more perfect than that of his brother.

Wilde is a dog of beauty, he only looks at beauties, and if he looks at the entire British upper class, no one is more beautiful than him!

Oscar Wilde covered his face in pain, feeling more embarrassed than the male actor who mispronounced words on stage.He remembered the lines written by Arthur Rimbaud and recovered his voice: "I can give you all those items that are too expensive, but... I hope you can return me... the lover who gave you this year holiday gift."

Alfred Douglas was furious and had never been so humiliated, and Wilde's words added fuel to the fire.

"What Valentine's Day items? None! None!"

"A brooch of my own design, inlaid with precious stones..."

"You go to the second-hand market to find it!"

As soon as the words fell, Alfred Douglas pushed Oscar Wilde away. He didn't know how to hold back and show weakness. He glared at him angrily, and drove his sports car out of the apartment without looking back.

Oscar Wilde transfixed: "Second-hand market?"

Using his contacts, Oscar Wilde frantically searched for the whereabouts of the gifts he sent out, only to find that many handmade gifts had flowed into the second-hand market, and all of them were sold by Alfred Douglas at a low price.

To use the words of Alfred Douglas to his friends: "This kind of thing is not suitable for me, I only like the private order of big brands."

Aristocrats who don't wear well-known brand items are easy to lose face when they go out.

It is quite normal for the son of the Marquis to have such thoughts.

The only thing he neglected was - this is the affection paid by others.

Oscar Wilde was devastated.

In terms of the degree of collapse, it is far better than another Oscar Wilde at the end of the nineteenth century, whose identity and background are far inferior to the son of the Marquis.

In the past, friends and lovers would take good care of anything that Oscar Wilde gave away, and value this kindness, especially the gifts that he spent time making, which is even more rare.

It's not that he didn't realize that Douglas Jr. was perfunctory to him, but he saw the melting of the other party's eyes, and thought that sincerity was as good as gold and stone.

In fact, it was just that Alfred didn't have a better goal.

Who in the UK doesn't know the details of the Douglas family?Don't know the suicide history and political stains of the other party's family?

The beauties are amazing, but their heads are empty, they don't know how to make progress, and they are arrogant and extravagant. They are like a vase carefully crafted by God.

"I'm nice to him, it's fine if he doesn't accept me, how can I sell the personal gift I gave him!"

"He's not short of money!"

"Even if he lacks money, he can sell the house and the car!"

Oscar Wilde returned to the apartment, hugged Arthur Rimbaud's waist and wept bitterly, pitying his old crush on Douglas Jr.

One can really be as selfish as Little Douglas.

"..."

Arthur Rimbaud had read a little about his deeds, and guessed that Douglas Jr. would intensify his efforts to use his beauty to obtain benefits in Wenye World. He didn't expect that the sale of brooches happened more than once.

"See what he is like." Arthur Rimbaud said angrily, "When money is thrown into the water, there will be an echo. You have lost money in vain, and there will be no sound."

Oscar Wilde weeps: "Stop scolding, I'm sorry."

Arthur Rimbaud did not know whether he did it on purpose or not, but it was difficult for a normal person to speak ill of a poor man.

"Well, I won't say you're stupid, have you recovered those elaborate gifts?"

The Nordic god with blond hair and blue eyes revealed a soft color.

Arthur Rimbaud's appearance is not so neutral, he is full of masculinity, and sometimes he has a childish side. When he is willing to restrain his edge, he is a cliff flower blooming for you on a high mountain.

Oscar Wilde: "Paid a high price and got it back."

Arthur Rimbaud pinched Wilde's cheek.

"Show me that brooch."

"Um……"

"It's not bad. There are elements of stars and moons. Although there are some strange girlish hearts... Generally speaking, it is more suitable for suits."

Arthur Rimbaud pinned the brooch to himself.

Oscar Wilde didn't have time to stop him: "I'll give you a new brooch!"

Arthur Rimbaud admired himself, full of Wilde's dark history: "No, I think this gift is very good, it always reminds you of your previous stupid experience, you kissed me, if you dare to rekindle with little Douglas, I will Just stick this brooch in your head."

"Listen to me, I will do what I say."

Arthur Rimbaud's eyes were shining, they were blue under the glacier, and his cold expression aroused Oscar Wilde's excitement.

What is your own head!

Unlike sleeping until you earn money, he just wants to grab the wind in his hand and hold her tightly in his arms.

Oscar Wilde said spinelessly, "Yes."

Arthur Rimbaud scratched Wilde's chin, and he really felt the sight of raising a big golden retriever: "Stop lying on my lap, you, a man who lived among thousands of flowers, why are you acting so spoiled to me? "

Oscar Wilde switches moods: "I want to kiss you."

This kiss is obviously not a taste.

Arthur Rimbaud hesitated. After he left Lantang, he hadn't done it for a while, and it was easy to step on the line in intimacy.

The most important thing is that this guy wears black stockings under his suit pants!

Too astringent!

Men will also want to tear it open and take a look.

"Kiss if you want." Arthur Rimbaud gave up his rationality and agreed to kiss. Oscar Wilde turned into a wolf and pounced on him.

Arthur Rimbaud's waist drives the strength of his whole body, trying to suppress Oscar Wilde with physical skills.

At this moment, Oscar Wilde burst out with great strength, holding down his body, and he was extremely proficient in dealing with men.Arthur Rimbaud, not happy to be the one to be kissed dizzy, dodges under the palm of his hand, and the two tumble off the couch onto the rug in a back and forth fight, causing Arthur Rimbaud to His head hit a leg of the coffee table.

Arthur Rimbaud covered the painful place: "You won't let me!"

Oscar Wilde's clothes were messed up, and he said cheekily: "Some things can be allowed, and some things can't be allowed. I will try my best to get your consent." It's salivating for Arthur Rimbaud, "Honey, where does it hurt, let me rub it for you."

Artille Rimbaud Oh, that's not necessarily the case.

Finger, two men who don't want to lie down have no future!

……

On this day, the British government heard that Oscar Wilde had cut off his relationship and had a falling out with Douglas Jr.

The Knight Captain of the Guards of the Clock Tower, Agatha Christie, who was in charge of the intelligence of people with supernatural powers in Britain and even Europe, narrowed her dangerous eyes, and tapped the heel of her high boots on the ground.

"There is an extra man of unknown origin next to this guy. Hasn't his identity been investigated yet?"

"Blonde hair and blue eyes...can make Wilde give up other beauties..."

"100% camouflaged face!"

Oscar Wilde's weakness was too obvious, so there were many spies who seduced Wilde. Both sides knew this well. Fortunately, Oscar Wilde's mouth was strict and did not harm the interests of the British government.

Which spy agency's top beauty is willing to sacrifice for Wilde who comes and refuses?

Agatha Christie felt that today's black tea was tasteless.

What is Wilde doing?

Let's play, how can you not write a report!