Cos Verlaine's I crossed

Arthur Rimbaud always said that the wind was the wind, and the rain was the rain, and the changes were extremely fast. Before Goethe had time to react, he ordered indifferently: "Okay, take a bath for me."

Goethe: "..."

The identities of master and subject are miraculously reversed.

It just makes people want to stop.

In the bathroom, Goethe's mind stayed on guessing and hallucinating. He squeezed shampoo out of his hands and rubbed Arthur Rimbaud's long hair. Arthur Rimbaud saw the foam falling and blew gently.

Bubbles fly.

After a while, the bathroom was full of foam.

Those bubbles that were supposed to fall and finally perish danced under the weight of gravity, turning into bubble-like and cloud-like forms, prolonging their short "lifespan".

Goethe found him alternately mature and indifferent, at other times like someone lacking in childhood, exuding a dangerous childishness.

Arthur Rimbaud had a difficult childhood.

As long as he could remember, Arthur Rimbaud knew that there was no father in the family. The father of the soldier left his wife and children and went to a distant place alone. The mother alone supported the family of five.Arthur Rimbaud will follow his mother to plow in spring, harvest in autumn, and help people raise horses. His hands that write beautiful poems are as old as an old woman.

When the poet Verlaine saw him for the first time, he was amazed at his youth and talent, and when Mallarme, a fellow poet, saw him for the first time, he was surprised by Arthur Rimbaud's "ugly" hands.

However, Arthur Rimbaud felt that those memories were happy, and hard work could not erase the warmth of his family being around him.

Arthur Rimbaud looked at his skin soaked in hot water, it was as white as snow, and the nobles who regarded paleness as their beauty were ashamed of themselves.He had lost the chilblains of years and years, and no one would find out about Arthur Rimbaud's past.

He would rather live like this than be an artificial human without father and mother, born for killing.

The Paul Verlaine of this world has no childhood.

The experimental subject was born in the form of a teenager. Even though "Black NO.12" is the most perfect work, "Fun God" has no time to wait for "Black NO.12" to grow up slowly.

As a result of the ripening, "NO.12 of the Black" lost the opportunity to understand human beings from childhood.

After "Black No. 12" became Paul Verlaine, he was taught by Lan Tang. Paul Verlaine still couldn't understand many simple and easy-to-understand things in society, such as why children can easily be happy, such as why humans love to dream.

German intelligence documents recorded the growth trajectory of Paul Verlaine, and it was easy for Goethe to understand the source of his indifference.

Compared with human beings, Paul Verlaine's mind is pure, without so many disturbances.

It was a silent "no man's land".

Who sets foot.

Anyone who leaves footprints.

Goethe's mind was constantly turning, and he concentrated on bathing Arthur Rimbaud. Although it was the first time he "served" in this way, he would never hurt him.Arthur Rimbaud had to give a thumbs up. If Goethe lost his job, he could rely on this trick to get rich.

The black-haired man has a pair of hands that control power and life and death. Even when he holds water and splashes it on Arthur Rimbaud's shoulders, he looks good. His fingertips slide across the skin, and his posture is like a saint. From his eyes to his breath, he is so gentle. bordering on unreal.

Arthur Rimbaud suddenly wanted to splash water on Goethe's face, which made this classical "lady of every family" look panic-stricken.

At the moment of his intention, Goethe pressed his shoulder, anticipating the state of his muscles ready to explode.

"Verlaine, be good."

"I'm very good, Herr Goethe, are you being ashamed of me?—I've never had anyone help me like that."

Arthur Rimbaud turned his body around, lying on the bathtub, talking and smiling, like a mermaid with a human skin on his upper body, no one knows what kind of soul is behind this face.

Goethe thought of the things he missed in the hallucination, and his mind was confused again, and he felt blocked again.

This is the end of laziness.

As long as you really take the Assassin King to play, it will be fine.

Goethe lowered his head regretfully, no longer pretending, and tenderly branded a kiss on Arthur Rimbaud's lips.

"Paul, can I call you that?"

"casual."

Anyway, you are calling someone else.

Arthur Rimbaud didn't care, which is why he gradually found Nietzsche very interesting. Nietzsche only called him "Baby".

In front of Goethe, Arthur Rimbaud was one way, and in front of Nietzsche, Arthur Rimbaud was another way, carrying the double-dealing to the end and evolving in a strange direction.

"Everyone is like a lady? Is that how you describe him?!" In private, Arthur Lambert visited Nietzsche's room, and Friedrich Nietzsche laughed until he patted the bed, wishing to let Goethe know about the controlled assassination Wang was teasing the other party.

Arthur Rimbaud sat by the bed, snatching Nietzsche's fruit plate, "Everything is serious, putting on airs, eating and drinking with style, isn't this what a lady is?"

Friedrich Nietzsche's diarrhea was worse than that of Arthur Rimbaud's, and he seemed to be in a bit of a state of collapse.

"Maybe he thought you would like this style." The German transcender lying on the bed gossiped, "When he was with Schiller, Schiller liked to walk and chat with him. Schiller ate like hell."

Arthur Rimbaud raised his eyebrows: "Perhaps Schiller and I think the same, in fact, they all dislike Goethe's prudence."

Friedrich Nietzsche: "Hey, you haven't met Schiller, how do you know what Schiller thinks?"

Arthur Rimbaud: "I think it's fine, don't need so many reasons."

Arthur Rimbaud took a few bites of the apple he didn't like and put it to Friedrich Nietzsche's mouth.Friedrich Nietzsche didn't dislike it, and ate it with relish, "Although you can't eat apples with diarrhea, baby apples are fine."

Arthur Rimbaud didn't know enough about this kind of common sense, he was stunned, and it was too late to take it back.

Looking at Nietzsche, who was sick and unable to make himself crazy, Arthur Rimbaud felt a little regretful, and suggested that he should be the one who barbecued at sea. Would Nietzsche not know the fate of eating sea monster meat?

Know, the man is still playing with himself.

Friedrich Nietzsche caught a glimpse of Arthur Rimbaud's hesitation and exaggerated: "Does the assassin king care about me?"

Arthur Rimbaud thought, "I'm not him."

Paul Verlaine is an unsophisticated fool, heartless and heartless, he mistakenly regards the person who loves him the most as his greatest enemy, and also regards Nakahara, who hates him and kills him, as his own younger brother.

Arthur Rimbaud would not follow his example.

Arthur Rimbaud threw away the core and went to see a doctor about the effects of eating apples.Seeing that he was about to leave, Nietzsche said hastily: "It's not that serious! I was lying on my stomach because I had diarrhea, and my butt hurts!"

Arthur Rimbaud: "..."

Sorry, he also has a part to contribute here.

Friedrich Nietzsche sat up with a smile, took the water glass offered by Arthur Rimbaud, drank warm water to dilute the apple in his stomach.Consciously or unintentionally, Friedrich Nietzsche said: "In three days, we will arrive at the territory of Germany. What part of Germany are you most interested in?"

three days?So fast!

Arthur Rimbaud remembered the time, he couldn't delay any longer, he said without hesitation: "A place that sells smoked pig's knuckles."

Friedrich Nietzsche looked dumbfounded: "Do you only have the impression of smoked pig's feet in Bavaria?"

Arthur Rimbaud thought for a while, and he couldn't dampen the confidence of the Germans. At least he had gone hiking in Germany at the end of the nineteenth century.

"There is also a charcoal-grilled version, and I want to try the German mustard dip."

"..."

Friedrich Nietzsche collapsed.

Arthur Rimbaud is interested in food all over the world, and it is a kind of happiness to eat authentic special food during the trip.When Goethe knew of Arthur Rimbaud's appetite, he specially ordered the chef on board to use the only ingredients to make one authentic German dish for Arthur Rimbaud.

Arthur Rimbaud asked Goethe why he was so kind to himself when he had already controlled himself.

Goethe, who never answered directly, said with a smile.

"It doesn't matter what kind of person you were in the past. I want to bring you back to my home in Germany. You are welcome to visit my home."

Thinking that there would be some inhuman inspections and experiments in the future, Goethe said apologetically to the assassin king who obeyed him, "I will try my best to give you a better life, as long as you are obedient—"

Goethe has a good moral character and never harms the people around him. Rabbits don't even eat grass beside their nests, and he knows the truth very well.

Assassin King is an exception.

When Goethe hadn't figured out how to deal with the other party, the Assassin King fell into his hallucination and did something he shouldn't have done in the hallucination.

The day before returning to Germany, Goethe relaxed. This side was already close to the German sea. Even if other countries received the news that the Assassin King had joined Germany and ran over to snatch people, they would not be able to snatch the nearest German government.

"Paul." When Goethe explained the "Quran" to him line by line, Arthur Rimbaud's eyes were full of Goethe. That was also Goethe's favorite leisure time. Some people actually loved reading religious books as much as himself.

"Your attitude towards the world is the attitude the world gives back to you."

"I am very glad that you are willing to go back to Germany with me."

"My compatriots."

Goethe's sincerity received Arthur Rimbaud's cold water: "Mr. Goethe, don't mess with me, I'm French."

Goethe disagreed, and pointed to Arthur Rimbaud's heart.

"We are all aliens with human bodies. You are a dragon, and I am a devil. They are compatriots that humans can never trust."

"!!!"

Arthur Rimbaud's heart was beating wildly.

Goethe, the German writer of the [-]th century, is the representative work "Faust"!

This work is Goethe's lifelong painstaking effort, which condenses his exploration of human nature - God bet with the devil whether the chosen human can overcome the temptation of the devil and ascend to heaven.

What if, for lack of God's help, humanity lost?

There is no one who writes poetry without touching mysticism, fantasizing about the wonders of nature. The last world proved that God is nothing, and the devil is naturally absent, and this world——

who is realWho is nothingness?

Arthur Rimbaud showed Goethe's first fanatical smile in history, like a mortal touching a myth and legend, so excited that he couldn't control it.He threw himself into Goethe's arms, "Mr. Goethe is the devil?"

"Hahaha - it's so interesting! You should have said it earlier!"

……

It's over, the Germans hang up.

Time waits for no one, if you don't run again, I'm afraid you won't be able to run away!