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Cairo, just finished a wonderful performance in the opera house.

It never occurred to Arthur Rimbaud that he was still watching Shakespeare's opera after a world... no, two worlds away.

No one in this world writes operas anymore?

Even though the content of the opera in Wenye World has been changed and elements of the new era have been added, the core of the opera is still based on Shakespeare's screenwriting techniques, full of joys and sorrows that are familiar to toothaches.

"Why is it him again, he is old..."

In this world, only Arthur Rimbaud dared to complain like that.

"Ah? Isn't it beautiful?" Nakahara Zhongya watched an opera for the first time, and the three of them sat in the best box. The immersive experience made him feel the charm of opera, and he couldn't help but refute that stinky old man.

Arthur Rimbaud said: "What do you know, I've been tired of Shakespeare's operas for a long time, I just want to see new ones!"

Paul Verlaine commented objectively: "Shakespeare is one of the most popular operas in the world. If you get tired of watching his operas, we can watch the operas presented by the Paris Opera House next time."

Arthur Rimbaud disagreed: "Let's talk about it later."

He is not a fanatic of opera, and he doesn't have to watch it if he doesn't have to watch it. Naturally, he won't go to the French base camp just for the opera.

"Come on, let's ride a camel and see the pyramids!"

Not far from downtown Cairo, there is the largest pyramid in Egypt - the legendary Khufu Pyramid.

In a land of yellow sand, pyramids as high as [-] meters and the atmosphere of ancient Egypt rushed towards us.Passengers listened to the tour guide's introduction to the Pyramid of Khufu, Arthur Rimbaud was looking for camels, Paul Verlaine was looking at small stalls selling souvenirs, and only Zhongyuan Zhong also went to give free explanations.

The tour guide speaks English, and Zhongyuan Zhong can understand it after stumbling.

After a while, Zhongyuan Zhong also received a bunch of popular science, and excitedly ran to Paul Verlaine, who was a transcendent, to ask.

"Brother, the tour guide said in English that the Pyramid of Khufu is the first of the eight wonders of the world, and it is also a milestone in the history of human architecture. So was it built by people with supernatural powers more than 4000 years ago?"

"???"

This question is a bit out of line, brother.

Paul Verlaine's eyes went blank for a moment, and he looked up at the pyramid created by ancient humans.

According to the official records of the French government, there were very few people with supernatural powers in ancient times. They were called wizards and mages, and they were far less numerous than in modern times.

Zhong Yuan Zhong also's eager eyes inspired his brother's pressure.

Paul Verlaine said: "It should be..."

"Fart, don't listen to his nonsense." Arthur Rimbaud brought a carefully selected camel over, and sprayed Paul Verlaine, who almost taught the Central Plains, "This guy didn't go to school, and he misunderstood others." Brother, let me tell you—Chuya, this is a miracle created by ordinary people!"

Zhong Yuanzhong also scratched his head, not knowing who to believe.

Paul Verlaine went to watch the camels as if nothing had happened.

Arthur Rimbaud raised his forehead: "Zhongye, if you trust me in this regard, I can guarantee it 100%." ​​His blue eyes looked at the pyramids, which are ancient buildings that exist in a world dominated by science, "Forever Don't doubt the wisdom of human beings, people with supernatural powers have never been the mainstream of society."

Paul Verlaine said lightly from the side: "But the status of people with supernatural abilities is higher than that of ordinary people, and they have the power to kill."

Arthur Rimbaud said indifferently: "The gap between the strength of people with supernatural powers is too great, so we can't generalize them. Most of them are people with supernatural abilities who can't support themselves, that is, there are more modern people with different abilities. The illusion that after 100 years, the older generation will all die, and you can see how many people with supernatural powers are left in the world."

Paul Verlaine had never heard of this idea, so he asked curiously, "Do you think that the number of people with supernatural abilities will decrease rapidly?"

Arthur Rimbaud walked past Paul Verlaine, slapped Paul Verlaine on the butt, and hated the other party's disregard for human life, "I didn't say anything, Chuya, come here, I'll take you for a ride .”

Paul Verlaine couldn't understand: "Don't you take me first?"

Arthur Rimbaud said, "No time, go find a camel yourself and follow us!"

Arthur Rimbaud easily flipped onto the camel's back without relying on gravity, and stretched out his hand to the short-legged Nakahara, pulling him up.

Nakahara Nakaya sat in front of Arthur Rimbaud, stroking the camel with a sense of freshness, and vowed to his brother.

"I'm still growing up, and I will definitely be as tall as you in the future."

"Ha ha!"

Arthur Rimbaud laughed so that Zhong Yuan was also at a loss.

After that, Nakahara sat firmly between Arthur Rimbaud's arms, turning his head from time to time.He saw Paul Verlaine leisurely riding the other camel to keep up with him, with slender legs, he was not at all unfamiliar with handling a camel for the first time, and he was not angry at Rimbaud at all.

In a world full of yellow sand, the three of them travel together freely.

Zhongyuan Zhong also suddenly realized that he was no longer an orphan, and there was nothing wrong with traveling like this for a lifetime.

Two hours later, Artille Lambos stuffed a handful of banknotes to Chuya Zhongyuan, and explained one thing: "You live here for three days and experience the feeling of a foreign country. We will come to you in three days, and I hope you Not bare buttocks crying 'brother, take me away'."

Zhongyuan Zhongya put the banknotes in his pocket with an expression of "who do you look down on", and said boldly: "I can practice my oral English well, and I can survive for a year without any problem!"

Arthur Rimbaud patted Paul Verlaine on the shoulder: "Let's go."

Paul Verlaine looked around, and said uncomfortably, "Brother, come with us."

Zhong Yuanzhong also said: "I am very strong!"

Paul Verlaine sighed slightly, leaving a look of pity, and followed Arthur Rimbaud back to downtown Cairo.

With the Assassin King's eyesight, he couldn't see the surrounding situation anywhere.

This is a gathering place for cheating and abduction.

Many well-known tourist attractions are full of scammers, but scams are particularly serious here, like the Pyramid of Khufu.Paul Verlaine believed in Zhongye's strength, but he didn't dare to have too much hope.

"Brother needs to be taught a lesson."

"Let's go play and meet at the hotel at night!"

As soon as he heard that his brother wanted to leave him alone, Paul Verlaine immediately focused his attention on his brother and asked him to take him with him.

Arthur Rimbaud was helpless: "Okay, let's go to the night market."

After the two elder brothers who were escorting them during the journey left, people near Zhongyuan Zhongye asked people to look at each other, and then a black and thin man approached and struck up a conversation with a lot of souvenirs: "Brother, do you want to talk to me?" Buy a mask, you can take it home to ward off evil..."

Zhongyuan Zhong didn't care too much: "I'm not afraid of ghosts." Saying this, the young man glanced at the brightly colored Egyptian items, and he saw many strange things.

He counted the money that Rimbaud gave him. It was all Egyptian currency, which was convenient to use. It seemed that he could buy a lot of things in Cairo.

Gradually, Zhongyuanzhong also stepped into the consumption trap.

"Buy one for my brother..."

"Buy another one for another brother..."

……

Three days later, the two brothers had a great time and fell asleep all night when they came back. Paul Verlaine woke up suddenly when he felt a leg kicked in his face while he was sleeping soundly.

Paul Verlaine took a closer look and saw that Arthur Rimbaud, who was sleeping next to him, had inexplicably turned his head and slept at the end of the bed.The blond man was drooling with his pillow in his arms, his feet were messed up, and he kicked Paul Verlaine, who was sleeping well and could not dream.

Paul Verlaine put his pillow at the end of the bed, lay down on it, and wiped the drool from the corner of his brother's mouth with a tissue.

Immediately afterwards, Paul Verlaine secretly took out a few notes from Artille Rimbaud's pocket that the woman on the side of the road handed to him.

It's full of contact numbers.

The appearance of the two brothers can be disguised, but their bodies are first-class and hot. They are as eye-catching as top models when they walk to the night market. The most important thing is that Arthur Rimbaud is very lucky.

Paul Verlaine smashed the note, hugged his brother to sleep.

The night is no longer lonely.

This time I won't get kicked in the face.

In the early morning, the sun slanted on the faces of the two from the outside, Arthur Rimbaud woke up in a daze, feeling the body temperature of the second person, the waist in his arms was so slender, and he thought he was holding some kind of lover.

Arthur Rimbaud's illusion lasted only a second.

Oh, it's Paul.

How did they sleep at the end of the bed?

Twenty minutes later, Arthur Rimbaud, who was refreshed and finished washing, held a comb, "Paul! I'll comb your hair!"

play brother.

This is the joy of Arthur Rimbaud's recent development.

Hearing this, Paul Verlaine sat obediently on the bed, looked down at his mobile mailbox, and waited for his brother to comb his hair.

Arthur Rimbaud first combed his younger brother's hair smoothly. Both of them had the same long, golden hair. Because Paul Verlaine braided his hair all the year round, the hair would be more curly after loosening, not straight.

Arthur Rimbaud went back to the past. He braided the hair of his two younger sisters and slowly regained his sense of proficiency.

Double ponytails for a while, single ponytails for a while, wreath braiding for a while... Arthur Rimbaud had a great time.

"All right."

After the words fell, Arthur Rimbaud hugged Paul's shoulders.

"Ok?"

Paul Verlaine pointed the black screen of the phone at himself, reflecting his own appearance. The braided hair on the forehead was a little loose, but it was not a serious problem. It seemed that his brother had given up his intention of "innovating" for himself.

Paul Verlaine smiled: "I thought you wouldn't give me a haircut I could walk out of."

Arthur Rimbaud made a face and jumped out of bed to change his clothes.

While changing clothes——

"Paul! Where's the note from the Egyptian girl?!"

……

Paul Verlaine: Besides my brother, how can there be a third person between us?