Cos Verlaine's I crossed

Arthur Rimbaud broke into pieces after getting drunk.

He vaguely remembered that he helped the opera singer named "Phantom" go out, and after sending him to the hotel, he took a taxi back with his feet fluttering, and fell asleep in the taxi, with gravity protecting his whole body.

Then, he seemed to hear his brother's voice, but he couldn't tell which brother it was, maybe both brothers came.

He felt it was a bit noisy, but he couldn't resist the voices of his family asking. It felt like his youngest sister, Isabel, was chirping around him. This little lark was cute and clingy, and the only downside was that he would call out to be serious at any time. mother.

"Be quiet, Isabel... Brother is fine, don't call mom... Mom is already bothering me enough..."

Arthur Rimbaud reached out his hand drunkenly towards the hallucination.

He reflexively withdrew the force of gravity, defenseless against his family, and gently touched the cheek of the "girl" who had done farm work with his hand.

Even when he was drunk, the elder brother was reluctant to hurt his younger sister.

Protecting his family is one of his instincts.

Outside the back seat of the taxi, Zhong Yuanzhong, who was about to pull the alcoholic out, was also touched on the face, and did not understand the French spoken unconsciously by the other party.

He barely recognized the words "brother" and "mother".

It would be difficult for him to be more specific. After all, he was just learning French, and French accents were also divided into regions. The native dialect that Arthur Rimbaud spoke just now was different from the Parisian accent.

Zhong Yuanzhong was also distressed, a right hand wearing a white glove appeared on his shoulder, and Paul Verlaine pulled away the boy who was blocking his view.

"Brother, let me come."

Paul Verlaine recognized the French that made Zhongyuan Zhong also confused, and guessed the range of Arthur Rimbaud's hometown.

Zhongyuan Zhong also obediently moved out of the way.

Arthur Rimbaud has not returned to France for many years, nor has he mentioned that he has other relatives, which means that the family relationship has been broken. Paul Verlaine does not think that his sister named "Isabelle" and "mother" are still alive.

When Paul Verlaine was born, France was already in civil strife.

In that chaotic era, various tragedies shaped the strong, and the strong were always accompanied by misfortune and became part of the war.

"elder brother."

Paul Verlaine smelled the other party's alcohol, he pulled hard, and hugged Arthur Rimbaud who was drank into mud in the back seat.

"You're drunk, I'll take you back to your room." Paul Verlaine said next to Arthur Rimbaud's earlobe, "You only have us."

Arthur Rimbaud's pupils were absent-minded, and stars were flickering.

"Isabel..."

The blond man turned his head to look at Chuya Nakahara, who was similar in stature and had blue eyes, and insisted on referring to his younger brother as his younger sister through his drunken madness.

"That's Zhongye."

Paul Verlaine pointed out indifferently.

"Smelly brother..."

After the stars in Arthur Rimbaud's eyes fell, dimmed, and his hallucinations were shattered, he muttered a title that tended to become a mantra.

"Are you talking about the middle?" Paul Verlaine asked back.

"Talking about you." Arthur Rimbaud stood up straight with limp hands and feet. Before he could go back pretending to be chic, his feet were empty and his waist had extra arms.Paul Verlaine picked up the drunkard and shouted: "Brother, catch the black hat on his head, don't get it dirty."

Zhong Yuanzhong also picked up the black hat, looked at it, and walked behind.

The appearance of Paul Verlaine and Arthur Rimbaud is basically the same, characterized by a tall head, a slender waist and long legs, and a body like a bow.After the legs are bent, it will appear particularly flexible in other people's arms, without the stiff feeling of other adult men.

There is no one in a million people with such a perfect body proportion.

In the eyes of "artists" who know how to appreciate beauty, it is the most unique light in the crowd, and it cannot be ignored once seen.

Paul Verlaine was in excellent physical condition without using his supernatural powers. He easily picked up Arthur Rimbaud, took big strides, and walked towards the elevator in the hotel lobby.Zhong Yuanzhong was also in a hurry, shit, I have to trot to keep up with my brother's pace.

After a few seconds, Arthur Rimbaud gave up struggling, his eyelids were twitching, and he pretended to be noodles hanging on his brother's arm.

He fell asleep again.

In the dream, the absinthe brought him colorful hallucinations.

The corners of Paul Verlaine's mouth curled up, and he tried his best to keep his arms supporting him smoothly without any sense of bumps, as if it was a great sense of accomplishment for his brother to fall asleep at ease.He likes this blood-connected atmosphere, and the existence of Arthur Rimbaud makes up for his shortcomings as a cyborg.

What could be happier than a clone recognized by the ontology.

They're brothers, they're busts, they're family.

[Brother, I will drink with you next time. 】

In the hotel on the other side, Phantom came back drunk and drank the fragments. After waking up, his eyes were dull and he yelled in annoyance.

"I would do such a thing?"

In a strange bar, get drunk and go crazy with strangers!

"The American—?"

Phantom touched her lips tremblingly, trying to recall what it was like to be kissed, it seemed a little warm.I don't even know the other person's name, and the first kiss since the mother was single until now is gone.

The most famous French opera singer, Mr. "Ghost", who has courted several French surpassers, let out an uncontrollable cry.

After 10 minutes, Phantom went to take a shower top-heavy.

He looked at himself in the mirror, as if he had been poured with cold water, and instantly woke up. The person who is willing to kiss this face must have such courage.

Because even he himself wanted to cry when he saw it.

If it's just ordinary ugliness, there are so many unattractive people in the world, Phantom won't be so inferior that she can hide for many years.

too ugly.

has reached the level of deformity.

Phantom was abandoned by her parents after she was born, and grew up with difficulty.

In his unbearable childhood, he was adopted by a French circus as a money-making tool. Like other deformed people, he was kept in a cage for display, like a monkey for people to point at.Later, he awakened supernatural powers, took the opportunity to strangle his prisoner to death one day, and successfully escaped from the circus.

Numerous deformed people have been tortured and depraved all their lives, willing to accept their fate, but Phantom is supported by a strong resentment in her heart.

God closed one window for him, but opened many doors.

Years later, Phantom became self-taught and became an opera singer at the Paris Opera House, but few people know that he is not only a top opera singer, but also a top architect, designer, and magician...

Hiding in the dark to cultivate, Phantom has worked hard to adjust herself, and her appearance is barely out of the circus period.

He even mastered the technique of making human skin masks.

As long as he is willing, he can live a normal life like a normal person at any time, but he just doesn't want to do this.

"The mask is fake."

Phantom looked at her face with a kind of arrogance in her bones.

This supernatural society and his natural high IQ gave him self-esteem beyond ordinary people, which made him not give up: "I just want to find someone who falls in love with me and doesn't mind my appearance..."

"Not the French."

"Don't go beyond."

"Don't be a bastard who values ​​appearance!"

After finishing her angry words, Phantom suffocated in front of the mirror again.

Yesterday, his audience turned into a new suitor, clearly expressing that he doesn't mind his appearance and is willing to fall in love with him.

The Phantom panicked.

The other party is an American, and he can't be a transcendent at first glance, nor is he a guy with eyes above the top. He perfectly meets the above three conditions.But he was faintly unhappy in his heart, disliked the other party for being ordinary, and there was no place for him to fall in love at first sight—this was very uncomfortable.

Do you want to promise yourself?

If he doesn't agree, wouldn't he slap himself in the face?

Phantom took out the note in his pocket, which contained a mobile phone number left by the other party, so that they could contact after returning.

"God, how should I respond to him and make him forget yesterday—I've never been in love before."

Don't look at the face, only look at the agreement of the soul.

Phantom was upset.

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