Cos Verlaine's I crossed

In the past, the Phantom has been the one who gets rejected.

Phantom hated the people who rejected him, thinking that they were playing with him for fun, when he spoke for the first time, he suddenly understood the reason why those people rejected him.

After they rejected the phantom, they behaved differently. Some avoided the phantom, some would come to support every new opera, and some didn’t pursue it when they saw the bulletin board of the Paris Opera House. The big deal is to change their faces. Then step into the auditorium to watch the opera.

The human heart is fleshy, and if it hurts others, it will also feel uncomfortable.

Just like at this moment.

They... are really guilty of themselves.

The Phantom suppressed her bitterness and bowed her head to Arthur Rimbaud. The arrogant opera singer begged his suitor to forgive him.

"I was drunk that day and said something I shouldn't have said, Rimbaud, this is my own problem..."

"Shut up! Just go! Don't say anything that makes me sick!"

When Arthur Rimbaud was enraged, he would not be stingy with the most vicious words. In his youth, he would pick up a stone on the ground and smash it hard at the silver mask of the Phantom.

He will ask the other party to get out in embarrassment!

He will ask the other party to show his true face and bear the sun's exposure!

But he is no longer a 17-year-old boy. After years of vicissitudes, he can't do that kind of thing anymore.

Phantom's body trembled, and she turned around slowly, unable to say anything to make up for it, he was an emotional loser.

In the next second, Phantom heard the blond man behind him crying.

"Phantom, I let you stay!"

Rimbaud's personality seemed to undergo a sudden change.

"..."

Phantom subconsciously looked at the other party, and saw a different Rimbaud.

He saw that Rimbaud's blue eyes were moist, seeming to be crying but not crying, ecstasy, as if tearing off the ordinary disguise, releasing a charm approaching the extreme, and there was a kind of beauty of Venus shedding tears in the sun.

There are many homeless people in the world.

Rimbaud's beauty lies in temperament and charm, which cannot be imitated by others.

Phantom's footsteps wanted to get closer to the bursting beauty, but her rationality was hardened, she stopped going to see Rimbaud's retention, and left quickly.

【I don't love you, I shouldn't lie to you. 】

"fraud."

Arthur Rimbaud murmured.

Some people said that if he cried to persuade him to stay, even a hard-hearted person would be moved, mad for him, and abandon his wife and son for him.

But the person who said this sentence did not say the prerequisites.

——You must keep that beauty forever.

Arthur Rimbaud wearing a mask meets another phantom wearing a mask. Through the skin and the heart, what touches each other is phantom.

"No one can see the soul..."

Even the ugliest, most inferior-looking phantoms failed.

Arthur Rimbaud walked in the direction facing his back, laughing at himself while walking, and if a passer-by obstructed his walk, he would forcefully bump it away with his shoulder, and stayed away from the place where he was disappointed in love without looking back.

There were voices abusing him in English all around, and he accepted it all.

The eagerness to cry disappeared in a blink of an eye, and Arthur Rimbaud's eyes were dry and cold, and he could not see a single tear.

The previous appearance was just the way he used to seduce Phantom.

He hates weak people.

He hates people who judge by appearances.

Arthur Rimbaud swore he would never go to the opera created by Phantom again, no matter how unfortunate the other party's future was, it had nothing to do with him.How sad that the ugliest people are also pursuing beauty, and those operas about love and injustice are obviously stories of hypocrisy.

In the evening, the welcoming lady of the hotel looked at the orange-haired boy at the door with a smile on her face, and felt that the relationship between the other party and the two brothers was so good.

Zhong Yuanzhong, who was dressed in winter clothes, also looked around the door, trying to see a brother who came back and took him to dinner.

The Japanese face of the orange-haired boy was Westernized, and Paul Verlaine customized a Japanese-French human skin mask for him.Around his neck is a Christmas-style elk scarf, a yellow sweater jacket with a black sweater, and dark blue fleece trousers, full of bright colors.

Brother Rimbaud went out in the morning and hasn't returned yet.

Old brother Verlaine said he couldn't get through to the other party's phone and wanted to find his brother, so he left him alone in the hotel.

Zhongyuan Zhong also considered following Paul Verlaine, but the Assassin King proved that he could get rid of Zhongya Zhongyuan with practical actions.

"Damn it, I'll go out and eat before I come back!"

Zhongyuan also saved some pocket money. After muttering for a while, he left his own note at the front desk and stopped staying where he was.

The three brothers separated.

As night fell, Arthur Rimbaud, who had been clubbing outside till night, came back staggeringly, smelling of alcohol.

"Hey, no one is here?"

Arthur Rimbaud went to touch his cell phone. He remembered that Paul Verlaine called him several times. He didn't answer the first few times, but he was so annoyed that he answered his brother's call.

When Paul Verlaine heard that he was in the bar, he claimed to come to see him. Arthur Rimbaud waited and waited, but he couldn't wait for his brother.

Emotionally impatient, Arthur Rimbaud lost his temper and left.

In the hotel, Arthur Rimbaud suddenly woke up, and found it a little strange that his two younger brothers were not there.He saw Chuya Zhongya's message at the front desk. The other party went to play and would come back after dinner, while Paul Verlaine went out to look for him around five o'clock.

"Paul went to see me? Two hours ago?"

Arthur Rimbaud hiccupped, and his sloppy expression gradually disappeared.

Paul Verlaine's last phone call to him was at five o'clock in the afternoon, which coincided.If he set off two hours ago, how could he not meet himself in the bar?

Could it be, was something delayed halfway?

Arthur Rimbaud went out and called Paul Verlaine back. This time it was his turn to ask the other party to answer the phone.

"This stinky brother!"

The phone couldn't be connected, and Arthur Rimbaud was furious, feeling that Paul Verlaine had played a trick to divert the tiger away from the mountain.

If the other party is really in danger, they must make a big noise immediately and inform them to retreat, instead of hearing nothing and making Zhongyuan Zhong, who has the weakest defense among the three of them, also run out to play.

Paul Verlaine cared about his elder brother as well as his younger brother, and his feelings for them were more sincere and...extreme than brothers in normal families.

Two hours ago, Paul Verlaine contacted Arthur Rimbaud. Hearing that the other party was clubbing instead of dating, he turned around to find his brother and walked towards the hotel where the Phantom was.

Wearing a black hat, suit and leather shoes, Paul Verlaine smiled as if he was going to a banquet, to meet his brother's seducer.

As early as a few days ago, the Assassin King had inquired about Phantom's whereabouts. Because his brother wanted to date Phantom, he couldn't find opportunities during the day and couldn't spare time at night. He endured this ugly opera singer for a long time.

He wants to use the method taught by his relatives and friends to "persuade" the other party to leave, so as not to take up the precious time he spends with his brother.

If the phantom knows a little bit, he won't do it.

"Tut Tuk." Paul Verlaine arrived at the door smoothly all the way, knocked on the door twice, and said with a raised tone, and his brother's lifelike voice: "Phantom, open the door, I have something to see you."

After a while, the door was hesitantly opened by the black-clothed opera singer, the eyes under the silver mask were extraordinarily complicated.

The bangs are half down, covering the eyebrows and eyes, and the long hair is tied into delicate braids. Paul Verlaine's elegant attire is like the appearance of the Phantom and Arthur Rimbaud when they met for the first time. Even the facial features are exactly the same - customized by the twins Same leather mask.

"Rimbaud, why are you—"

"Snapped!"

Paul Verlaine dodged into the room, closed the door with his backhand, and approached the phantom who took half a step back and was on guard.

Afterwards, it was private time for the Assassin King's questioning.

"Hi, I'm Rimbaud's younger brother, and I'm here to visit you."

Paul Verlaine introduced himself, feeling a strange sense of satisfaction in the spoken brotherhood.

"Are you Rimbaud's younger brother?" Phantom's defenses relaxed, and she couldn't help laughing, "The one who spends money to support Rimbaud?"

Paul Verlaine smiled and said, "Is that how my brother described me?" He looked around the room, and there was a suitcase being packed in Phantom's room, and the other party had the intention of leaving, "It's about the same."

The situation at the scene was different from what Paul Verlaine had imagined. Paul Verlaine became suspicious, worried that his brother would run away with the Phantom.

Absolutely not!

Brother is his, no one can take it away!

Paul Verlaine was uneasy, and the smile on his face became gentler, and he said straightforwardly: "Where are you going?"

Phantom felt that the other party was not kind to the visitor. Considering the breakup with Rimbaud today, out of guilt for the brother of the visitor, she replied: "I want to leave this city and go to the next place suitable for writing operas."

Paul Verlaine asked: "Leave alone?"

Phantom was strange, and nodded with a gloomy face.

When he heard that the Phantom was going to leave, Paul Verlaine was so relieved that he almost said "Excuse me, I'm leaving now".

For the sake of caution, Paul Verlaine said politely: "As a younger brother, I hope that you will not meet each other in the future."

Phantom said indifferently: "We broke up."

Paul Verlaine's eyes lit up, radiating spontaneously, making Phantom think of the other's brother, and the two had identical blue eyes.

"My brother dumped you?" Paul Verlaine was slightly delighted. This is really good news, and he made himself worry for so many days for nothing.

No, things didn't go as planned.

Paul Verlaine looked at the Phantom up and down, and the Phantom subconsciously blocked the silver mask, not wanting to be stared at his face: "You can go!"

Paul Verlaine is a person with strong self-awareness, and he doesn't care about Phantom's reaction: "You guys are really dating." He became confused, "I told my brother, why would he agree to your pursuit? You should Could it be that I haven't taken off the mask all this time, blinded my brother, or that I recently found someone with different abilities for plastic surgery?"

Paul Verlaine reached out and was about to take off the Phantom's mask, to judge which way the Phantom used to know his brother.

Phantom was stimulated by the successive words, and angrily dodged the opponent's hand.

"I will never fool anyone with my looks!"

"Please leave! I only talked to you for your brother's sake. If you humiliate me for him, there is no need at all!"

"I'm leaving right now!"

"In this life, forever, I will never look for him again!"

The insulted Phantom rebelled in the most extreme ways.

"Just remember it." What Paul Verlaine wanted was the phantom's guarantee, and the opera singer's words had some credibility.

Paul Verlaine found that the purpose had been accomplished, the Phantom would no longer pester Arthur Rimbaud, his brother was single again, and the teaching of his relatives and friends was no longer necessary.

With a thought, Paul Verlaine politely asked one more question.

"Mr. Phantom, why did you break up? Are you too ugly?"

"..."

The Phantom's dislike for Paul Verlaine rises.

Rimbaud, who is sunny and cheerful, has a younger brother who can't read people's faces, and Rimbaud actually discussed his ugliness with his younger brother? !

"You can ask Rimbaud." The Phantom roared with black anger all over her body, "One more thing, I didn't like your brother today and chose to break up with him, it wasn't your brother who dumped me!"

The air seemed to freeze for a moment.

Paul Verlaine's expression went blank, and the figure who was about to leave stopped.

The man who was very close to Rimbaud turned his head sideways, his eyes were strange, and the smile as soft as the clouds in the sky disappeared.

"You mean—you dumped my brother?"

……

Opera man, who gave you the courage to say this.

You're the reason my brother didn't answer my calls and went to the bar to hang out?