Cos Verlaine's I crossed

The seasons change, the weather is cold, and Christmas at the end of the year is coming. Arthur Rimbaud, Paul Verlaine, and Zhong Yuan Zhong also made an appointment to spend the first Christmas together, and they cannot release pigeons.

Today's Arthur Rimbaud is bound to be a good brother.

Otherwise, Paul Verlaine would follow the concept of family reunion, with a smile on his face, raise the butcher knife silently, and slaughter the phantom that ruined the festival.

"Sir, you have a courier."

The front desk staff called. Paul Verlaine went downstairs and went upstairs again. There were three express boxes in his arms.

Arthur Rimbaud bit the rubber band, lowered his head, and was about to tie his hair. A section of delicate skin was exposed on the neckline of the neckline, and the pores were barely visible.As a result of his winter in the United States, the honey-colored skin that was exposed to the sun lamps and in Africa gradually showed signs of returning to white.

Feeling the savagery and sharpness of turning black, Arthur Rimbaud naturally does not intend to change back, in his words——

"I am more handsome when I turn black! There will be more beautiful women chasing me than men!"

In this regard.

His two brothers didn't want to talk.

Zhong Yuanzhong also changed his clothes for going out and wrapped himself in a scarf. Even if Paul Verlaine took control of his wardrobe, Zhong Yuanzhong could still add five or six different colors to his whole body.

Sunny and cheerful, irritable but sensible.

The painting style of a Japanese-American boy appeared.

Zhongyuan Zhong also helped Verlaine take the courier, put it on the carpet, and took a closer look, it came from Jacques Avenue in Paris, France.

"Brother, who sent you the courier?"

"Friends and relatives."

Paul Verlaine found the digital marker and began to unpack the express from the first box, which was stuffed with thick cushions to protect the wine.He took a moment to glance at Nakahara Chuya: "Brother, go and replace the silver belt on your waistband with a black belt, this suit doesn't match."

Zhongyuan Zhong also let out a "ha" and pulled the silver chain.

"Isn't it pretty?"

"I feel so too."

Arthur Rimbaud poked his head out from behind Chuya Chuya, supporting Chuya Chuya's non-mainstream path.

Paul Verlaine shifted his attention, opened a piece of letter paper, and read: "My relatives and friends wish us a merry Christmas, and we must keep warm in winter. The wine in the first box is a gift for us to drink. It is produced in Bordeaux, France. The Meyer region...Vineyard Petrus?"

"its not bad, right."

Paul Verlaine took out the wine, checked the quality, and accepted the gifts from relatives and friends. The original owner of this bottle of wine was probably Baudelaire.

Lan Tang is not an alcoholic, and has no hobby of storing wine, but the teacher of the other party is a real alcoholic, with many wineries under his name.Under normal circumstances, Lantang seldom bothers others, and buys a bottle of wine that suits his taste in an old wine shop to accompany his meal, instead of choosing a big name.

Perhaps considering that Paul Verlaine didn't like his gifts, Lantang was a lot more cautious in choosing gifts, and deliberately wrote clearly the reason for the gift, the time and place of origin of the gift, so as to prevent people from being misunderstood again.

Zhong Yuanzhong also likes wine. After Paul Verlaine put it down, he happily looked at the French on the bottle, as if he could understand it.

Arthur Rimbaud teased: "My brother is a little drunk."

Paul Verlaine also liked it when he saw it, he pursed his lips and smiled, secretly thinking that his relatives and friends finally gave him a good gift.

The second delivery box was also opened.

Three scarves, three ear muffs, three pairs of gloves in Christmas style.

Arthur Rimbaud couldn't help but laugh: "The thermal suit? He's terribly afraid of the cold, because he's afraid you'll freeze to death abroad."

Paul Verlaine handed Arthur Rimbaud: "Do you want it?"

Arthur Rimbaud turned his head: "No, that's a gift for you. I have nothing to do with him."

Paul Verlaine said: "The relatives and friends have prepared three people."

Arthur Rimbaud pretended to be deaf and dumb. Lantang's range of gifts was too wide, and he actually wanted to "catch all three brothers".Arthur Rimbaud kicked the third express box and urged: "Open it and have a look."

This is similar to the feeling of unpacking a blind box.

"Basic food, housing, and transportation." Paul Verlaine listened to him, and opened the third express box, which contained a fully enclosed metal box that could only be destroyed violently. The effect was similar to that left by Arthur Rimbaud to Oscar Wilde. Rings have the same purpose.

Lan Tang's gift is - to give them the key to go home.

Paul Verlaine manipulated gravity to cut open the hard metal box, hooked up a key ring with his index finger, and three keys jingled underneath.

That voice is like a memory.

The years they have passed are carried on the gift.

Paul Verlaine's eyes were in a trance, and his mood fluttered. He took off the other two keys and threw them at Arthur Rimbaud and Chuya Nakahara.

Arthur Rimbaud didn't want to take it, and used gravity to block the thrown key, but he suddenly heard a familiar address.

Paul Verlaine said: "Paris, France, the key to the apartment at No. 289 Avenue Jacques, relatives and friends want to leave a copy for you, and you can live there whenever you want to go to France."

The keys in front of Arthur Rimbaud floated over, palms up, holding a key that fell gently nostalgicly.

At the end of the nineteenth century, Rue Jacques was called Rue Saint-Jacques.

He lived with the poet Verlaine.

In the Wenye world that reflects humanities and history—the apartment at No. 289 Jacques Avenue returned to the hands of Arthur Rimbaud in another form. You must know that they could not afford that apartment at the beginning.

France is the light of civilization in Europe.

And Paris is a paradise for the rich, a dream for poets.

Arthur Rimbaud refused to admit that he cared about Yilantang, but accepted the gift from "Verlaine" across the world.

--Merry Christmas.

——You who do not exist in this world.

Since December, France has been experiencing continuous rain and snow. The roads in Paris were frozen and snowflakes were blowing. Lan Tang wrapped himself up in a ball and came to a hospital in the suburbs of Paris shivering with the cold.

Bette Hospital, the French official designated place of psychotherapy.

Entering the warm room specially prepared by the dean for himself, Tang Lan breathed a sigh of relief, as if he had come alive in the winter.

A friendly-faced young French doctor walks in with an assistant behind him pushing a small trolley with a steaming bowl of cream of mushroom soup and waffles for afternoon tea.

"Mr. Rimbaud, are you still extremely afraid of the cold recently?"

"It's much better than before."

Lan Tang gratefully took the hot soup and took a bite of the biscuit to relieve his chills caused by long-term psychological problems.

The best psychiatrist in France is the Dr. Philippe Pinel in front of him. At the same time, he is the director of the Beetle Hospital. He pursues a humanistic care method and treats every patient tenderly.

Dr. Philip Pinel sat down to chat with Lan Tang, which is also part of the treatment of mental illness.From this French transcendent, Philippe Pinel discovered rare and valuable qualities-patriotism, loyalty, good temper, and never messing with men and women like other transcendents.

An hour later, with the help of Dr. Philip Pinel, Lan Tang's mind was gradually relieved, and he retreated with a slight blushing.

Every time he came to the hospital, it meant a social death for Lan Tang.

Dr. Philip Pinel not only has good medical ethics and superb medical skills, but also has a precious growth-type healing ability, the name of which is "Madman's Freedom".This ability can cure most diseases, including mental illness, and the activation medium is the designated treatment target who must reveal his heart and reveal his most secret and dark nature.

Simply put, you have to speak out about your fetishes and dark history.

Lan Tang almost bit the bullet and finished the answer. He thought he would get an indescribable look from the other party, but he didn't expect that this doctor was really excellent in medical ethics, and he always gave him a tolerant and understanding look.

More even——

Lan Tang thinks that the doctor admires him all the time?

This is unnecessary, Lan Tang is ashamed, he is not a normal person.He knew why he had been unable to heal his chills for so long, because Paul Verlaine had not yet returned to him.

After leaving the dean's special medical room, Lan Tang bumped into other people looking for Dr. Philip Pinel in the corridor.

A person came across, rubbing his forehead, he seemed to have a migraine, and his uncomfortable appearance could make French ladies feel distressed.

"Attil?"

"Guy, Merry Christmas."

Lan Tang nodded at the man, retaining the low-key style of the spy spy period, not asking, not probing, and ready to pass by.

The teachers of the two are friends, but the students are not very familiar with each other.

"Merry Christmas." Out of curiosity about the returnee, Guy Maupassant glanced at him and asked, "Are you sick?"

Lan Tang stopped in his tracks and said politely, "Mental illness after the war."

Guy Maupassant said with a smile: "I understand this, most of my friends have left some bad things." He is also very social, active in the Parisian social circle, "wait for me for half an hour, let's go to dinner together , introduce you to others!"

Lan Tang shook his head: "Next time."

Guy Maupassant asked narrowly, "Do you have an appointment today?"

Lan Tang said: "One person, but someone I care about may call me back, and I don't intend to let him hear the noise."

Guy Maupassant shrugged: "Forget it."

The two staggered their figures.

The students of Gustave Flaubert and the students of Charles Baudelaire are not in the same way.

Guy Maupassant greets Dr Philippe Pinel.

"Doctor! Here I come again!"

"..."

Dr. Philip Pinel's smile on Lan Tang restrained a bit just now. Although he was still very gentle, it was not as good as it could be seen by the naked eye.

"Mr. Maupassant, what's wrong with you?"

"Headache symptoms."

"Great, I can still heal."

Dr. Philippe Pinel said humorous words and called his assistant François L to go out and evade, not to involve the secret of the Transcendence.

"It's an old problem." Guy Maupassant's personality was relaxed. To be precise, he was very relaxed. "It's all thanks to the doctor to help me relieve the sequelae of migraines. I didn't die at home."

Dr. Philippe Pinel put his hand on Maupassant's temple.

"I'll give you a regular massage first, please relax, the whole process is on video, I won't do anything extra to you."

"Okay."

Guy Maupassant's migraine has a long history, which stems from the fact that he forcibly enhanced his supernatural powers during the war, shared a large amount of damage, and broke through the sequelae of the transcendent class, which cannot be completely cured.

"Doctor, how are you going to spend Christmas? Stay in the hospital all day and not go out?" Guy Maupassant enjoyed the massage with his eyes closed, multitasking, thinking about tonight's Christmas dinner.

"Get off work at three o'clock in the afternoon." Dr. Philippe Pinel said lightly, "The original travel plan was to go to see the Christmas opera, but this year the Paris Opera Christmas opera has changed to an opera singer."

Guy Maupassant expressed regret, and said helplessly: "People from the Paris Opera House said that he went on a trip, so he can come back next year."

Dr Philip Pinel said: "I hope so."

All in all, this year the French will not see a new opera from The Phantom.

Everyone pays for the Phantom's lovelorn together.

Guy Maupassant couldn't bear it, and asked a sensitive question that no one knew outside: "Whose fault is this time?"

The Paris Opera House is a tourist check-in place for French transcendents. Every time a new opera is released, everyone wants to skip work to watch the opera. Naturally, they are full of affection for the opera singer.The Phantom fell in love with the French Transcendence at first sight, and kept showing affection. Everyone in the small circle knew about the pursuit of the French Transcendence, and Guy Maupassant was the Phantom's first love back then.

Dr. Philippe Pinel silently pointed to the camera secretly, and Guy Maupassant instantly understood.

camera.

Monitor the course of treatment.

It is the Paris Commune who protects the country's transcendents and people with supernatural powers behind them, and the people who run the phantom away should be the people of the Paris Commune!

Guy Maupassant thought to himself: [Probably Mr. Baudelaire. 】

It's over, Phantom, why did you fall in love with the famous "Flower of Evil"?

Is your wallet enough?

It is better to pursue Mr. Hugo than to pursue Mr. Baudelaire. At least Mr. Hugo will not cheat your money out of conscience!

Guy Maupassant, who had been hiding from the Phantom for eight years with tricks, felt a little worried.

——Can I see the new opera next year?