Cos Verlaine's I crossed

The opera depicts Don Juan's short but romantic life, cheating countless women, and finally the brave and fearless Don Juan falls into despair.

His story came to an end.

The unscrupulous man was screaming, and his soul was dragged down to hell.

The high-pitched and tragic singing turned into faint laughter, as if many women were secretly laughing, but shed tears of dying for their lovers.

The audience who had a history of extramarital affairs and cheating shuddered collectively, comprehending the meaning of the opera.

After reading it, Arthur Rimbaud said angrily: "This Don Juan is a womanizer who can't control his crotch!"

He never thought of himself as a Neptune, let alone covet the beauty of others, and only maintain one relationship at the same time.Don't look at Arthur Rimbaud looking for a man as he pleases, it also requires that the other party has enough charisma and is willing to give his heart to play with him.

Arthur Rimbaud has only stumbled on two people in his life, one is the married poet Verlaine, and the other is the amnesiac Landon.

The former made him no longer dare to intervene in third-party relationships, and he hated same-sex relationships and the poems he wrote in those years.

The latter made him think that he had found happiness, made an exception, and ended in failure.

Arthur Rimbaud was touched by the sad thing: "Soul and body, superficial people often choose the latter, how difficult it is to find someone who loves you wholeheartedly and is willing to give up his soul, Paul, you and Lantang..."

Arthur Rimbaud was about to impart emotional experience when his voice stopped abruptly, and he touched his hair suddenly, feeling his scalp tense.

His blond hair was braided into his younger brother's hairstyle.

In the opposite direction to my brother.

Paul Verlaine was bored, so he dressed his brother up again.Specifically, he braided his hair, moved closer to himself, and buttoned back the buttons that his brother had unbuttoned because he was afraid of the heat, so as to reduce the chance of emitting hormones.

Then, Paul Verlaine leaned on his elder brother's shoulder, touched his elder brother's soft fingers, and pressed the palms together. They were of the same size, and the half-moons on the nails were slightly different.He focused on every detail, as if there was some treasure on it.

"Paul!" Arthur Rimbaud frowned. He was working hard to increase the similarity, and this guy gave him the same hairstyle again.

"Don't you hate Lantang braiding your hair?!"

"I want my brother to be a bit like me."

Paul Verlaine spoke innocently, Arthur Rimbaud stared at him, and suddenly found that the Central Plains seemed to be different too.

Zhong Yuanzhong was also surprised: "Brother? What do you think I am doing?"

Arthur Rimbaud raised the corner of his mouth: "Touch the back of your head."

Nakahara Chuya's face is relatively round, his facial features are still childish, and his hair looks like a child who hasn't grown up, with short and uneven ends.Paul Verlaine considered that his appearance was not suitable for braided hair, so he tied a small ponytail for his brother, which added some handsomeness.

While Arthur Rimbaud and Nakahara were watching the opera, Paul Verlaine enjoyed playing with his brother and brother.

Arthur Rimbaud frowned: "Why don't I feel anything?"

What a terrible thing it would be if someone sat next to him and touched him, and he didn't know anything.

Zhongyuan Zhong also had no problem with the ponytail, and thanked Paul Verlaine in a low voice, Paul Verlaine said generously: "You're welcome."

Immediately, Paul Verlaine was turned back by Arthur Rimbaud.

Arthur Rimbaud asked: "Explain."

Paul Verlaine had a pair of blue eyes that looked like a mirror to him, and his ethereal eyes concealed the inhuman anomaly in his heart, "When you heard the singing, you triggered the medium of the supernatural power, but the person who casts the supernatural power is not malicious. I want to perform an opera for you."

Arthur Rimbaud said dangerously: "How are you all right?"

Paul Verlaine smiled: "I knew it was the opera singer when I heard the singing, and I was prepared. When I was in France, my relatives and friends took me to see his opera. His supernatural ability has already been registered by the Paris Commune."

Arthur Rimbaud was depressed, lacking information, and he was ashamed in front of his brother.Seeing that Paul Verlaine was wearing a black hat, he thought it was a credit to the black hat, so he snatched it away and put it on his own head, baring his teeth, "I'll settle the score with you when I get back, bratty brother."

Paul Verlaine discouraged: "Where are you going?"

Arthur Rimbaud flipped down from the VIP seat, "The opera is very good, I'll talk to the opera singer!"

Zhong Yuan Zhong also helped Rimbaud and said: "He can go if he wants to, why should you stop him from chatting with an opera singer."

"Brother, let's wait for him outside."

Paul Verlaine thought about it and thought it made sense.

Phantom, he had met once, and knew a lot of secrets from his colleagues, so he didn't have much rejection of this opera singer.

The outside world thinks that Phantom is an opera singer who does not seek fame, is low-key and talented, and pursues mysticism.In fact, the other party did not have the courage to show his face. He wore a mask and walked in the shadow of the Paris Opera House all year round. His figure was so thin that he could not support a suit. It was really horrible.

Paul Verlaine was familiar with Lan Tang, had met the coquettish Oscar Wilde, and had a preliminary understanding of his brother's taste.

——A person who looks ugly will definitely not be able to catch the eye.

Backstage of the theater.

Hearing the applause from the audience, Phantom finished improvising and was about to leave when she was blocked by a person.

"Hello, opera singer!"

Arthur Rimbaud wore a black hat, with ordinary appearance and extraordinary temperament. His long hair was braided and fell around his neck. He came in a hurry, like a tornado breaking into the world of phantoms.

"Were you singing just now? I swear, I have never heard such a beautiful singing voice!"

"What Shakespeare, I write some old-fashioned operas every day, I can't compare to you at all, I really like the atmosphere of your singing, it seems like an angel is singing, so the voice of an angel is like this!"

Arthur Rimbaud bragged about his favorite things.

Phantom was overwhelmed by the applause, and couldn't help feeling extremely proud, unable to refuse the fans' praise.

He said reservedly: "I still have some distance from Mr. Shakespeare, but I am more diligent than him and passionate about creation. Sooner or later, I will surpass this respected senior opera singer."

We all know that Shakespeare hasn't produced a new work for eight years.

This idle opera singer, after the war, was busy trying to get rid of the "singularity", traveled back and forth between Britain and France in secret, and became a pen pal with Phantom in private, so he had no leisure and elegance to write operas.

Shakespeare's face would be trampled by Arthur Rimbaud for his love of the new opera.

Arthur Rimbaud grinned, and he liked the kind of people who broke the shackles and dared to say that they surpassed Shakespeare.

Back then, at the end of the nineteenth century, few writers dared to make such bold statements.

Have personality!

Who is Shakespeare?

The glory of the British literary world, the leader of the opera world!

In the last world, there were only a handful of writers who were able to be knighted for their talents and read all over history. Shakespeare was promoted from a commoner to an aristocrat by virtue of his opera, and he was envied by countless people throughout his life.In later generations, people who have not seen Shakespeare's operas are not worthy of saying that they understand operas.

Arthur Rimbaud said decisively: "Let's go to the bar together! I want to talk with you about the plays written by Shakespeare!"

The phantom was pulled out by the action group in a daze: "Huh?"

Arthur Rimbaud grabbed his wrist, the temperature was like a fire, and he didn't care about the opera singer's skinny.

"What? Are there any Frenchmen who don't know how to drink?"

This rises to a nationality attack.

In a fit of rage, Phantom was tricked into going to a bar near the Opera House in order to prove that she knew how to drink.

Phantom is also very self-defeating when it comes to drinking.

He has seen all kinds of big storms, and he deeply understands the attraction of opera to some people, but the people who say all kinds of good things about him are all attracted to his opera, not himself!

No one would look at him anyway!

At a booth in the bar, Arthur Rimbaud ordered two glasses of absinthe and rants about Shakespeare eloquently. After getting addicted to alcohol, he completely forgot about his two cheap brothers.

As it happened, Arthur Rimbaud was amazed to discover that the opera singer had profound insights into soul and body.

Phantom said bitterly: "Appearance is a natural thing, only soul cannot be given by parents through blood!"

Arthur Rimbaud slapped the table: "That's right! I hate those idiots who rely on their beauty to learn nothing! There is a son of a Marquis in England. He looks good and thinks that everyone will revolve around him. If something goes wrong, I dare to show my face to anyone, I have a friend who is pursuing him, but luckily I forcibly interrupted him!"

Phantom flew into a rage: "Another self-righteous nobleman? Well interrupted, this kind of friend can forget about breaking his leg!"

The two reached a consensus on boycotting the beauty in the vase.

Arthur Rimbaud told about the experiences of the people around him, and the Phantom responded from time to time, empathizing with him and feeling sad from his heart.

People in this world like to look at faces. Phantom would be fine if he had an ordinary face. He was born with a disfigured face, was abandoned by his parents, and even suffered the humiliation of being exhibited in a circus when he was a child.

With the alcohol on, the Phantom was a little out of control, and he could tell that the plain-looking, well-built Arthur Rimbaud hated lechers too.

Arthur Rimbaud's instinct of drinking: "Those vulgar people will never be able to see our souls!"

"Yes." Phantom was full of sense of substitution, and drank it too, full of bitterness, trying to forget the faces of those people after seeing his real face.

What are you sorry, can we continue to be friends?

go to your friends!

It's not that he dislikes his appearance!

God should burn these liars to death!

Wait, he's drinking absinthe?

Phantom has heard of the name of absinthe. A glass of green wine is made by burning alcohol. It is mixed with the fragrance and bitterness of Chinese herbs, and is called "Green Devil".

After a burst of dizziness, Phantom's rationality further disintegrated, Arthur Rimbaud muttered to himself: "The man I liked the first time, he only loved my body, I let him go, and he came back with a shy face, when I made up my mind to break up He actually shot me when I was..."

The phantom said without hesitation: "You should kill him!"

Arthur Rimbaud smiled, that hatred had turned into deep disappointment many years ago, which made him no longer believe in the sincerity of other men.

Lan Tang is an exception.

But that sincerity was not for him.

Phantom asked: "Did he hit you?"

Laughing and howling, Arthur Rimbaud said in a drunken frenzy: "Hits! The bullet went through my hand! He praised my hand for being kissed by a faun, and he broke my heart to pieces!"

Phantom was moved. No fan had ever discussed emotional injury with him. He said, "It's all a bunch of bastards."

Different from Phantom's self-pity, Arthur Rimbaud was happy after howling, and said with admiration: "Mr. Opera, you are a rare sober person, don't be fooled by people who look at your face."

The Phantom also cried, but it was too late: "I have been deceived by others, and more than once, they don't love me, they never loved me, and every time they came to visit me for the opera..."

Arthur Rimbaud's expression froze.

Is there anything worse than yourself?

Phantom said: "Although your appearance is average, you still have a figure. I can't even be as healthy as a normal person."

Phantom's hand pressed down the false face, extremely sad.

"I have nothing but talent..."

The last person who said this, Arthur Rimbaud vaguely remembered that it was Oscar Wilde in history, but the opera of Phantom is really not bad, Arthur Rimbaud hurriedly chimed in: "You still have money! I Remember that you are a famous French opera singer!"

Phantom's heart attack: "I have no savings, I came to the United States with nothing to redevelop..."

Arthur Rimbaud: "???"

Phantom resentment: "Damn Baudelaire, damn transcendent, that guy cheated me a lot of money! In order to please him, I bought him a lot of luxury goods..."

Arthur Rimbaud seemed to hear a familiar surname.

"Baudelaire?" Arthur Rimbaud was confused. "Is that Charles Baudelaire whose stepfather is a French general, born well, owed a lot of debts, and died unclean?"

"That's the man!"

Phantom roared, bloodshot eyes overflowing.

Arthur Rimbaud laughed, and his impression stayed on the portrait of the late poet. It was not a beauty, and it was not worth spending a lot of money to support her. "How could you look up to him?"

Phantom clenched her hands into fists, loosened her hands weakly, and let out a miserable smile: "I was blind, thinking that he only cares about talent and money, and doesn't care about my appearance...he cares...he cares especially!"

Arthur Rimbaud said indignantly on behalf of his friend: "I don't care, next time I see him, I'll spit on him for you!"

Phantom was desolate, immersed in despair: "I don't believe it, you dare not, no one dares to do this..."

Charles Baudelaire, the leader of the Paris Commune, is a well-known dignitary in the French political circle. His biological father is a French member and his stepfather is a general. He is a powerful transcendent himself, and the students he accepts are also transcendent.

Arthur Rimbaud glared and patted his chest to promise: "There is nothing I dare not do! Even if it burns down the Louvre, I would dare!"

Phantom heard the fan's poisonous oath, her brain twitched, she took off her mask without thinking and asked.

"Look at me, do you still have the courage?"

Behind the mask, the opera singer's real face is quite ugly, but much better than his childhood.The phantom of childhood grew up under the ridicule of almost everyone, desperately trying to get out of the cage.

Phantom's mouth opened and closed, and tears flowed from her dark eyes, resembling a skinny skull face.

"Do you still dare to like me?"

"..."

Arthur Rimbaud watched for a moment.

Those blue eyes didn't show any fear at all. Which of the slovenly homeless people on the street isn't ugly?The Phantom is at least a neat, well-spoken man who wears a mask like a gentleman.

He boldly reached out to touch Phantom's hair, "Thin people can gain weight, their skin can be whitened, and incompleteness can be repaired..."

"My first love was a poet, alcoholic, and bald!"

"I didn't despise him at all!"

Arthur Rimbaud was never one to care about faces!

Mixed with the hallucinogenic magic and alcohol smell of absinthe, Phantom felt someone hug her while crying.The other party was wearing a black hat, speaking rude but gentle words, and his ordinary face seemed to be handsome.

Phantom continued to cry bitterly.

Because, Phantom looked down on ordinary people before, but it was such ordinary people who were willing to drink with him and swear with him.

Arthur Rimbaud suffered from the pain of being too beautiful and neglecting his soul. He could not see talented people crying in front of him. He said firmly: "Do you want to fall in love? I can talk to you! Others think you are ugly, I think your soul is dazzling!"

Phantom tried her best to put the mask back on, and said sobbing.

"No... no..."

"why?!"

"I don't want your sympathy. I will find a way to get revenge on those people. I will make them regret sooner or later..."

"How many years will you have to wait to finish?"

Arthur Rimbaud hated weakness the most. In his opinion, the opponent's concession meant giving up revenge.

Arthur Rimbaud took off the Phantom's mask, and the two went berserk in the corner of the bar, just like the drunkards around them.

"Where did your courage go? You compare yourself to surpassing Shakespeare, how can you be a person who hides and cries?!" Arthur Rimbaud told Phantom loudly, Phantom's thoughts were confused, and she thought: I just said that I want to surpass Shakespeare?It seems to have?

Arthur Rimbaud clasped the opera singer's shoulders directly.

Ask the other person to look directly at you.

He forgot that he was also wearing a human skin mask, which was still the most high-end type, and said aggressively: "Is it possible--you think I'm not good-looking? Look at my face, my eyes, and my sympathy are so cheap? I It’s because I agree with you that I said this to you!”

Phantom lost her voice, ashamed of the opponent's magnanimity and confidence.

If a transcendent person pursued him again, Phantom would definitely be furious, and his head would hurt from anger, but—the one who pursued him in front of him was the opera audience who hit it off. Defects in appearance and stature.

Phantom has been broken in love many times and has never loved an ordinary person. She said with tears in her eyes, "I... think about it again..."

Arthur Rimbaud was so angry that he would be asked to "think about it" one day?

Arthur Rimbaud squeezed the Phantom's chin.

Let's chirp.

He kissed Phantom, and it was also Phantom's first kiss in her life.

The phantom petrification opposite the deck.

Arthur Rimbaud danced like a child, celebrating his compatriots' escape from the sea of ​​suffering and their new life: "Okay, we have agreed that we will not look at the face in the future, but only at the soul. I want you to think that you are beautiful. Go back and take Pod." Give Lyle a scolding!"

Phantom's face was not clear, her ears and neck were all red, her body was trembling, and her soul was screaming crazily.

How could there be anyone!Dare to kiss him in the face! ! !

Is this the unrestrained American? !

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