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Influenced by Africa, Zhongyuan Zhong also came out of depression and was attracted by this colorful original ecological world.Although the two older brothers were unreliable, he began to call "brother" vaguely.

Zhongyuan also contained a candy given by Arthur Rimbaud, walked away silently, to prevent himself from destroying Arthur Rimbaud's coaxing, and saw Paul Verlaine inspecting it with a puzzled expression. Scones.

"Is this a cake? What's the burnt black on it?"

“Wild food that can be eaten!”

"I do not want to eat."

"Brother, take a bite and see~."

"No."

"You are disobedient!"

"If you want me to be obedient, brother just beat me."

"Chuya—! Come and taste it!"

Hearing that he was involved, Zhongyuan Zhong also ran away, saying while running, "I'm going to the river to wash my clothes!"

The farce between the three brothers was far more than once.

The next day, while taking the bus, Arthur Rimbaud and Paul Verlaine boarded the bus with few people one after the other. Zhongya Nakahara looked left and right, and found that the front row was empty, and said with emotion: "First It's the first time I've seen so few people on a local bus."

In the more prosperous cities, the Central Plains also sees all the buses that are crowded with people and the outside is full of people, and they dare not get on them at all.

Arthur Rimbaud casually said: "Come here to experience life."

After the words fell, Arthur Rimbaud went to the back row with a smile, chatting with the black people, not caring about the smell of sweat at all.They use real faces in remote areas of Africa. In places where there is no Internet, these people will never know who the assassin king is in their entire lives.

When Paul Verlaine saw his brother go to sit with those people, he didn't want to persuade him for a long time, so he just sat in the front row.

Chuya Zhongya hesitated and wanted to sit next to Paul Verlaine, but Arthur Rimbaud shouted from the back seat: "Chuya, come to my side! Don't sit with Paul, I will teach you how to speak the local dialect!"

Zhongyuan Zhongye heard the words and walked over, leaving Paul Verlaine alone in the front row where no one was sitting.

Paul Verlaine didn't want to be social in this respect, so he took out a pocket-sized reader and read the language on it, striving to have no language barrier.

After the bus started, it thumped and thumped on the road.

When encountering wild animals, the bus will slow down and stop, reminding everyone to close the windows. In terms of protecting wild animals, no region does better than Africa.

"Here is rich and poor, and here is barbaric and bred a unique culture. When we shake hands with Africans, we should use more strength to express our recognition and respect."

Arthur Rimbaud taught Nakahara Chuya, the adventurous factor was hidden in those blue eyes similar to them, and he was eager to try.

He shook hands with the black man beside him. His honey-colored skin and slender and soft fingers were like the lover of his dreams.

A black friend who went out to study was directly flattered, but he clenched his right hand very hard.

Arthur Rimbaud smiled all over his face: "Don't use gravity, Chuya, you have a try and say hello with what I just said."

Zhong Yuanzhong also imitated: "Friend, let's shake hands."

Zhong Yuanzhong is also relatively short, but his strength is definitely not small, and he has won the respect of black friends-this is a young strong man!

"Remember, you only shake hands with the right hand of Africans." Arthur Rimbaud snickered, reminding Chuya Nakahara, "You haven't forgotten that they use their left hand to wipe their nose and go to the toilet, right?"

Nakahara Chuya's handshake shook, and he quickly distinguished left and right.

Black friends did not use the wrong hand to save face!

Arthur Rimbaud said: "When we were shopping, you noticed that the mainstream currency here is francs, dinars, shillings... The daily necessities in African stores are relatively expensive, and the hotels are also very poor, but The scenery here will never get tired of seeing..."

Arthur Rimbaud has a special liking for Africa, no matter how many times he returns to the European world, he will still return to this scorching land.

Nakahara Chuya's eyes were attracted by the cyclists outside.

All the things that can be loaded on the car, Africans are keen to install on the bicycle, so he often sees bicycles with speakers and rearview mirrors. These people enjoy the atmosphere of music freely.

Nakahara realized for the first time that bicycles can be more fun than sports cars, and that kind of random modification is prohibited in Japan.

"One more thing." Arthur Rimbaud lowered his voice, trying to hide Paul Verlaine in the front row from the roar of the bus, "Do you know why everyone likes to sit in the back row instead of the front row?"

Cold sweat dripped down Nakahara Chuya's forehead: "The front row... isn't it clean?"

In the front row, Paul Verlaine froze while reading a book.

Fortunately, Paul Verlaine, who gravity-separated himself from the seat, was wise enough not to trust African hygiene.

Arthur Rimbaud shook his index finger and said with a smile, "Of course not."

Arthur Rimbaud suddenly hugged Chuya Nakahara on his lap.

The man's hearty laughter was intertwined with the sudden braking of the bus, and the black friend also grabbed something nearby in time.

"Because everyone knows that the front row is prone to accidents!"

"Bam—!"

The brakes of the bus failed, and it crashed into the trees on the side of the road. Paul Verlaine reflexively wrapped the vehicle with gravity, relieved the force, and saved himself and the driver from getting bloody.

When they arrived at their destination, the three of them got out of the car, and the dilapidated bus continued to thump away, which African people in the car took for granted.

Paul Verlaine glanced at Arthur Rimbaud, as if to say: "I haven't seen any scenes, how could I be tricked by you."

Arthur Rimbaud laughed it off when he failed.

"Let's go, our next stop - Cairo!"

Shortly after.

Zhong Yuan also had question marks all over his head: "Why are we going to Europe?"

Arthur Rimbaud didn't have time to answer, Paul Verlaine learned to answer quickly, and educated his younger brother for his elder brother: "The transportation industry here is underdeveloped. If we want to go to Cairo, we have to go to Europe first, and then take a detour from Europe to Cairo. It will be much faster than we can fly."

Paul Verlaine took out the three false identities he had prepared.

"Brother, you choose one."

Arthur Rimbaud chose the identity of the oldest, Paul Verlaine chose the identity of the second, Zhong Yuanzhong also became the third.

The three brothers became a registered person.

Paul Verlaine suddenly approached Arthur Rimbaud's cheek and kissed him.Arthur Rimbaud covered the cheek that was attacked by surprise, put down his hand, and kissed back helplessly, expressing his closeness to Paul Verlaine, "You use the French kiss on your brother!"

Paul Verlaine said: "My brother is from Japan, so shy."

Not to mention it's okay, Zhongyuan Zhongye blushed slightly, clenched his fists in private, and endured the chain of regional scorn.

Damn it, next time he will definitely be able to kiss back!

On the plane, the appearance of the three brothers was covered up, but Arthur Rimbaud's aura of a prodigal son was not affected by his appearance in the slightest.

The stewardess glanced at him secretly.

Arthur Rimbaud considered writing a phone number to stay.

Paul Verlaine watched him quietly, Arthur Rimbaud gave up.

After leaving the backward area, Arthur Rimbaud dealt with his complicated feelings towards Lan Tang, and his state returned to the lively period of tourism.

From the streets of Europe to Cairo, Paul Verlaine regained contact with the outside world, and his phone was full of messages and phone calls Lan Tang sent to him after he returned to France smoothly.

【Paul, I met the teacher, and the teacher forgave me. 】

【Paul, where are you? 】

[Paul, I can't get through the phone, please write me back as soon as possible. 】

[Paul, I have information about your brother. 】

There was also a question Lan Tang asked him.

[The teacher said that you appeared in England in August and later in Italy. Have you fallen in love with Oscar Wilde? 】

Paul Verlaine replied simply.

[No signal, going to Cairo soon, the British regard me as an older brother, and email me about my younger brother. 】

After confirming the safety of his relatives and friends, Paul Verlaine closed his mobile phone. Before the end of his trip to Africa, he did not plan to meet with them for the time being.

France, Paris Commune.

Lan Tang waited for Paul Verlaine's reply, and let go of the worry that Paul would be deceived by the British, "It turns out that he went to Africa..."

The next moment, Lan Tang felt sore in his heart.

August?

That was exactly the time when Rimbaud left him and fled the city of Yokohama.

It turned out that Rimbaud had traveled to England, and the two might have known each other before, or they might have known each other later, until they were discovered by the British government, and Rimbaud once again lost his foothold and fled to the Atlantic Ocean.

Rimbaud is not the assassination king, but he is implicated by this identity. It is no wonder that Rimbaud uses Paul's identity to play.

"Teacher, I have a piece of information I want to provide."

Lan Tang took a deep breath, walked towards the door of the head of the Paris Commune, and decided to help Paul and Rimbaud clarify their identities.

After opening the door, the French "Flower of Evil" looked at the bill decadently, and the bank urged him to pay the bill again.When Charles Baudelaire saw the student, he smiled as beautifully as he had seen him in his youth.

"Athier, I'll talk about the information later, please help me with one thing first."

"……I have no money."

"You go and demand compensation from Victor Hugo for me."

"Will Mr. Hugo give it?"

"Will do."

Charles Baudelaire has recently avoided Victor Hugo, embarrassing himself for saving Victor Hugo, but when it comes to repaying the money, he is confident: "He has been paid recently. !"

Lan Tang: "..."

It's so pitiful, Senior Hugo.

Charles Baudelaire got back to the point: "Athier, don't you go to the doctor to recuperate yourself, and you come here to say something to me?" He saw at a glance that the matter was related to Verlaine, "And you want to tell your partner intercede?"

Lantang's appearance was not as haggard as in Japan, and he smiled gently.

"Teacher, it's not for him this time."

"Oh?"

"Paul has a brother who is no less powerful than Paul. I hope that France will not accidentally injure another person."

"Paul... Where did his brother come from? The main body?!"

Charles Baudelaire was immediately alert.

"Well, Paul's gene provider, the sweetheart of the 'Fun God' who has been missing for many years and whose whereabouts are unknown, has appeared."

When Lan Tang mentioned the "God of Shepherd", he almost couldn't remember the face of the anti-government leader. After all, he had only met once before, and the other party was bombarded and killed by Paul Verlaine, who was temporarily freed, and his upper body disappeared.

Charles Baudelaire stopped thinking about the bill and tapped on the desk with his fingers, "Tell me about the process and don't hide it from me."

Lan Tang's expression was slightly uncomfortable: "Okay."

In order to return home smoothly and gain the trust of teachers and the country, Lan Tang has confessed the big and small things in his life.After rounds of tests, he was recognized with strong patriotism, leaving only some unspeakable private matters left unsaid.

a few hours later.

Lan Tang told about his history of being deceived in Yokohama.

Charles Baudelaire in the office burst into laughter, which was more immersive than watching a classic comedy.Charles Baudelaire pulled the blue-faced Lan Tang to the sofa aside, "My Attil, you really surprised the teacher!"

France returned a transcendent of the space system, and revealed the existence of another transcendent who mastered gravity. Even Paul Verlaine's danger was reduced, and he had the possibility of being drawn back to France.

Charles Baudelaire no longer looked sullen about France.

He whispers to lost and found students.

"You slept with a pair of brother flowers?"

"..."

Teacher, is this the only thing you pay attention to!

Lan Tang, who was influenced by a pair of brothers for half his life and mistook his partner, had mixed feelings.

—Nope, all ran away.