Cos Verlaine's I crossed

Although Victor Hugo arrived very quickly, the informant reported that Arthur Rimbaud came and did not refuse, drinking with the rich second generation in Paris.

After getting out of the car, Victor Hugo took one leg first. Under the dark gray suit pants were matte handmade leather shoes.With the driver's respectful expression, he skillfully tore off his tie, and handed over the official's work card to the driver for safekeeping, knowing the characteristics of throwing away when entering such a place.

He patted his cheek to change his expression.

The smile is flirtatious.

Just learn from a few unscrupulous old friends.

Victor Hugo messed up his long red hair and put it on his shoulders. With one tooth, he bit the black glove that isolated the trigger toxin, took it off, and only wore his left hand.A man's right hand glove is placed in his breast pocket, replacing the formality of a white handkerchief.

While adjusting the details, the red-haired man walked in chicly, like a nightclub regular, his age dropped by more than five years in an instant.

Victor Hugo, 45 years old this year, doesn't think he is old. A man is a teenager until he dies, and he doesn't rely on his appearance to make a living. In terms of his charm, his lethality to women grows with age.

On the other hand, his views on love and sex have gradually changed, and he has a sense of transparency to understand the vicissitudes of the world.

The lights from the nightclub made everyone's appearance bright and dark, and only one person was like a spotlight, igniting an explosive visual impact. This storm of beauty stimulated the excitement of the French.

Everyone in the room wants to be the next to buy a drink.

Arthur Rimbaud was decadent, with dim blue eyes, which made people feel distressed inexplicably.The clothes he wears are all famous brands, and the watch he wears is a collection he won by cheating in an American casino.

The wealthy second generation in Paris have a tricky vision, and love of beauty does not mean that they are willing to surrender their status. When they saw Arthur Rimbaud, they broke the routine and flocked to invite Arthur Rimbaud enthusiastically. drink wine.

Cocktails, fruit wines, coffee wines, exotic and unique drinks stimulated Arthur Rimbaud's taste buds and awakened his numb mind.

There is a steady stream of these world-renowned drinks, from cheap to expensive, from seen to unseen, Arthur Rimbaud uses alcohol to stimulate his energy, tired and excited, with a slight blush on his face, honey Stained with rose color, the body sitting on the sofa seems to be swaying with the music.

That look of being drunk but not drunk, I don't know how many people swallowed their saliva.

People with bad intentions ordered mixed spirits, but Arthur Rimbaud didn't give them face, and poured wine on the other side's face on the spot.

"Get out! If I don't drink, get out of here if I don't know how to behave!"

The other party wanted to get angry, but he didn't dare to face Rimbaud's momentum of going crazy with alcohol.

Disharmonious factors are always very few.

In order to please him, the "celebrities" in Paris turned into professional dog lickers, holding Arthur Rimbaud sentence by sentence, mocking the losers, as if they regarded themselves as honorable drinking buddies.

The only difference between them and the British transcendent Oscar Wilde is that the latter is especially good at looking at facial expressions and speaking nice words when seeing beautiful women.

There are also grades to please.

Lan Tang treats him with the gentleness of "I love you".

Oscar Wilde was sweet, technical, and of the best class.

The next level is Nietzsche in Germany. What is Nietzsche's full name... This guy didn't say it.

Phantom has never flattered herself.

The other party was lonely, ugly but talented, God did not give the other party a good appearance, but gave him an unyielding pride.

【These are not love...】

【What they saw was me, not the soul I wanted. 】

Arthur Rimbaud smiled dumbfoundedly, raised his head and drank the drink, shaking off those people that flashed in his mind.

The irritating liquid made him choke, coughed out, and spilled a little wine on his trouser legs. When the rich second generations looked down, they saw the slender legs wrapped by each other, which were so eye-catching that they wanted to touch them with their hands.

The clever young man had pulled out a piece of paper, wiped his thigh courteously, and was then squeezed by Arthur Rimbaud laughingly.

With a stretch of his hand, Arthur Rimbaud hugged the person in his arms, regardless of whether the family behind him was a billionaire or a politician.

The rich second generation who came here for the beauty hunt are certainly rich and generous. Arthur Rimbaud teased them, not taking the airs of the top beauties, but instead he was about to drown his own loneliness in his heart.

He doesn't like these people.

The rich second generation born in Rome couldn't understand him at all.

At this time, the young people surrounding Arthur Rimbaud were pushed away, and a red-haired man picked up the young man who was closest to Arthur Rimbaud, and naturally occupied the position beside him.

"I'll buy you a drink."

One sentence made Arthur Rimbaud unable to bear the thought of refusing.

I don't know each other.

Compared with the rich second generations who have not yet married and established a business, the other party is the older type he prefers, and he can't hide his calm aura.

Mature, rich, classy, ​​not a brat.

"Okay, let's drink! The rest is mine!"

Arthur Rimbaud brought a bottle of top-quality champagne and threw it to the other party, wanting to see if the other party could let it go.

The other party also looked at the bottle appreciatively, and drank two-thirds of it.

Gently leave the other third.

"Who do you look down on? Learn from the British?" Arthur Rimbaud looked at the remaining amount of the wine bottle, and drank it in one gulp provocatively. His lips were radiant, and his tongue was licking the corners of his mouth, which was extremely seductive.

Arthur Rimbaud had already drank some, and it was easy to get drunk when mixed with different drinks, but he had always had a good ability to speak hard.

After a while, Arthur Rimbaud burped.

The rich second generations around booed.

Beauty drunk, that is their goal.

The arrival of Victor Hugo deliberately slowed down Arthur Rimbaud's drinking speed, and blocked the other people's dirty hands.His smile remained unchanged, and he used his speech skills to give half of Arthur Rimbaud's distracted attention to himself.

Drink two-thirds of alcohol, and the effect can be half.

Nobody dislikes a considerate person.

The red-haired man has a good capacity for alcohol. He is a newcomer, wandering around nightclubs, and saw a different "Paul Verlaine".

Acting violently with beauty, wild and unrestrained, like a libertine.

Even when he came, he saw Arthur Rimbaud hugging each other, making love to each other, and getting along with the rich second generations around him, he couldn't think of the other party's flirtatious.

From his first impression, he was just a lonely person who came to indulge himself in this kind of pleasure-seeking place.

And—Paul's body doesn't seem to recognize himself?

Victor Hugo's smile deepened, and he calmly used his eyes to push back those extra people. The sense of oppression on his body was unbearable for ordinary people, let alone competing with him for the status of the number one drinking buddy.

He watched Arthur Rimbaud order those expensive drinks, some of them didn't drink at all, and they were spilled everywhere when Arthur Rimbaud shook the bottle, he didn't blink his eyelids, as if it was a matter of course.

Beauty is the rarest resource.

Arthur Rimbaud in particular is a French handsome man.

Victor Hugo drank elegantly, touched Arthur Rimbaud's bottle with his glass, watched the dancing, and chatted about the dancers.

Arthur Rimbaud was tolerated by the older red-haired man for all his willful behavior, his eyes were drunk, and after venting his energy to a certain point, he stuck to it, wanting to feel the red-haired man's fiery chest.The other party pushed away a little, without taking advantage, and imperceptibly raised the style.

There will be no good men in nightclubs, and he is already excellent if he is not in a hurry.

Arthur Rimbaud was like this, the more he rejected him, the more energetic he became, and there was a low-level interest in humiliating himself in his bones.

Victor Hugo was surprised for a moment, he refused and posted it?He has never met such a transcendent person. Most people become famous at a young age, want to save face, and will not give good face to those who reject themselves.

Arthur Rimbaud has a hot figure, with a soft and thin waist, and his thighs are close to his thighs. When Victor Hugo stopped him, Arthur Rimbaud asked unabashedly: "Do you work hard in bed?" How about it?"

Good question!

In this regard, the red-haired man was proud, as if he couldn't hear the other party's intentions, he said implicitly: "Not bad."

Arthur Rimbaud asked: "Why did you push me away?"

Victor Hugo looked at the younger generation: "Drink."

Arthur Rimbaud did not accept his refusal, and sneered: "Is there a man in France who doesn't like beauty?"

Victor Hugo argued for truth: "Everyone is different, and you cannot generalize."

"Really? Hahaha, I don't trust French men!"

Arthur Rimbaud laughed, generalizing?Are you sure you're not generalizing?It is easy to find a man in France, but it is even more difficult to find a French man who is not a double plug. Paris is a gay den.

Arthur Rimbaud severely insulted the other party's hypocrisy: "It's all a group of sanctimonious guys, isn't my appearance attractive to you? Then why do you sit next to me? As long as I tick my fingers at you, you think you can Calm down, don't you pitch a tent?"

Victor Hugo said calmly: "Why do you have to force me to admit that I like the same sex? We can be friends, drink together, chat together, and talk about interesting topics."

"I do not need!"

Arthur Rimbaud pressed his painful heart, domineering, like a scorching sun burning, "I have a fire here, if it doesn't burn others, it will burn myself!"

The red-haired man came to him at the right time, and Arthur Rimbaud looked down on others, "I want you to kiss me!"

Victor Hugo laughed, and he did.

Such a clumsy order, even Charles Baudelaire's method of asking for salary is not comparable to that, if he is easily threatened by a man, the supernatural world will burst into laughter, and he will not be in the situation of many admirers. Next, stay firmly heterosexual for so many years.

It is his nature to like women, and he will always be attracted to those young girls, even if they cannot touch his heart.

No one can break his resistance to men.

Even, Esmeralda...

Victor Hugo said calmly: "If I don't agree, what can you do?"

Arthur Rimbaud immediately found a new fighting game, reeking of alcohol, and said viciously: "I can strip you naked! Kiss you! Make you lose control in full view!"

Victor Hugo was certain: "You can't do it."

Arthur Rimbaud laughed and laughed, and the other party alone could make him happy, better than a bunch of people talking nonsense.

How could I not be able to do it myself?

The effect of the gravity ability is the best when it is launched at close range!

As long as he touches the opponent's body, he can easily manipulate the red-haired man's body and three-piece suit!

In the next second, Arthur Rimbaud looked confused, and reached out to fumble for the shirt under Hugo's suit jacket. His chest muscles were very good, but why did his gravity ability not respond as if he was disconnected?

"Strange... aren't you affected?"

"Yes."

Victor Hugo replied with a smile to the drunkard.

No malice towards himself, Paul Verlaine should be a person with a bad temper on the surface and a good nature.

"!!!"

Arthur Rimbaud was unimpeded in the supernatural society. Once he was hindered, he realized that the red-haired man in front of him was not simple.

He wasn't on guard, instead he was furious.

You are not happy, you come to a nightclub to have fun, but the other party is wasting your time trying to play tricks on you?What a joke!

He was broken in love, dumped by the Phantom, desperate for love, and when he returned to France, he couldn't even handle the people in the nightclub? !

Arthur Rimbaud was in a state of stress and could not bear this humiliation!

He stood up, like a big star on the silver screen who overwhelms all beings with his beauty, insisting on making the other party his servant: "If you don't agree, I will jump on the stage, take off all my clothes, and dance naked! "

The red-haired man was overwhelmed by his bold words.

Seeing that he was frightened by his "prowess", Arthur Rimbaud smiled even more happily, and said arrogantly: "I have long since lost my reputation and face! Who do you think I am? I am a wanderer in the world Rimbaud!"

At the end of the nineteenth century, he lost his face!

It's just a striptease!

Victor Hugo showed a flash of shock, and his first reaction was disbelief: As a strong man, you dare to lose face like this?

If you take off your clothes today, the governments of all countries will know about it tomorrow.

Thinking of this, Victor Hugo was unmoved, and indulged Arthur Rimbaud's drunken madness, raised his hand, and gave the other party a stage to boldly show himself: "The stage is there, you have to dance on it, I Help you call the others away, leaving you to dance alone."

Arthur Rimbaud's eyes turned red instantly, as if his tail had been stepped on, and he laughed wheezingly, mixed with out-of-control anger.

Souls cannot attract people.

His looks and figure are not enough to attract a French man?

After a distance of more than ten meters, Arthur Rimbaud jumped up, and the performers on the stage panicked and their rhythm was disrupted.

"Sir? You can't come up—"

"Who said I can't!"

Arthur Rimbaud, sharp-eyed, turned off the performers.He twisted his waist and swayed his hips, his movements were not very skillful, lacking in charm, he just wanted to hang people up and hit him in anger.

The audience applauded and the collective excitement rose.

Arthur Rimbaud threw the coat at Hugo, and the black and red gravity wrapped around the coat, trying to hit the head of the red-haired man's elm head.

Victor Hugo puts his coat on easily.All supernatural behaviors that have no real malice towards him can't hurt him.

And he will cherish this relationship and give back to each other.

Because he is good at identifying friend from foe and respects others, his reputation in France is so high.When he was young, he was the object of worship of countless people, replacing the status of Voltaire and Rousseau.

The people who heard the conversation were very excited. Striptease is not uncommon, but this kind of prodigal beauty completes the first strip show. It is simply the ultimate dream of men and women, and you can't even spend money to see it!

Arthur Rimbaud starts undressing!

Jump while unbuttoning.

Seeing this, Victor Hugo called the hotel manager and gave a few low-pitched instructions to let people leave without being involved.

But Arthur Rimbaud quit. He danced for everyone to see, not for the red-haired man alone.

Gravity ability, activate!

"Don't think about leaving!"

Arthur Rimbaud suppressed everyone with gravity, except for Victor Hugo, the excitement on everyone's face froze and couldn't move

"I am here, here is my call!"

The blond-haired, blue-eyed god opened his arms, determined to go crazy, and the fewer and fewer clothes completely opened up his allure.

Arthur Rimbaud wants to make the audience crazy with him!No second person is allowed to refuse his carnival invitation!

— things got out of hand.

Victor Hugo began to break into a cold sweat.

He thought he had seen big scenes before, rejecting all kinds of enthusiastic confessions and self-recommended pillow seats, this scene...he really had never seen it before!

He shouldn't be so self-confident, and stimulated Arthur Rimbaud, who was like a dynamite bag. Maybe it would be Charles Baudelaire, who could deal with the person in front of him better than himself because of the shamelessness of the other party.

Victor Hugo covered his face with his hands when Arthur Rimbaud made a gesture to take off his trousers, unable to calm down any longer.

The two armies confront each other, and the brave wins.

Arthur Rimbaud triumphed with brazen strategy.

Victor Hugo would like to see him humiliated, but he cannot stand by and watch him so humiliated!Based on his understanding of the nature of the transcendent, once he takes off his clothes, everyone present will not be able to survive!

What's more, the assassin king, Paul Verlaine, has a serious murderous heart and will not allow anyone to see "his" body!

Arthur Rimbaud manages to kiss Victor Hugo.

this one kiss.

It is a feat in the French supernatural world.

Arthur Rimbaud, breathless after a dance and French kiss with a red-haired man, had no idea that he had a man of steel forced to swallow his slobber.His face is full of pure desire, anyway, the man who comes to the nightclub will not be a clean man.

"Tell me, how many times can you do it in one night?"

"...more than seven times."

Victor Hugo replied helplessly.

Arthur Rimbaud disdains, common sense stays at the per capita level of the French in the last world, who wouldn't speak big?

You are premature ejaculation!

Arthur Rimbaud was full of thoughts about getting a room, ignored the red-haired man's resistance, and said happily: "Do you know Hugo? This man likes the rhythm of three meals a day, and he can eat women until they are 80 years old. With him The ability is also up to seven times a night!"

The red-haired man was calm and calm, holding Rimbaud's back, and his words were extraordinarily innocent: "Thanks for the compliment, I am Hugo."

He wondered, has this matter spread?

Which lover is creating gossip, saying that he can reach the age of 80, and his actual situation is known to all acquaintances.

Well, 90 years old should be fine.

"What are you talking about!" Arthur Rimbaud raised his voice, dizzy, his feet slipped, and Victor Hugo supported him.

Arthur Rimbaud is stronger than the opponent, but he is not as broad as the opponent's shoulders and in good physique, and he may not be able to compare below.

"You, you are Hugo???"

Arthur Rimbaud's tongue was tied, and he had met old man Hugo in Paris. He was 70 or [-] years old at the time, full of energy, and was keen to lead the younger generation to Notre Dame de Paris to see the scenery every week.

For the literati of the Hugo faction, the reunion activity is to climb the bell tower.

This red-haired man is Victor Hugo? !

Arthur Rimbaud hung his hair down for a while, then winked at the red-haired man: "I'm going to the bathroom."

The blond beauty staggered to the bathroom.

Never return.

After waiting for a long time, Victor Hugo went to find him and found that he had run away, and suddenly realized that he was worrying about the next thing for nothing.

"I actually scared him away?"

Victor Hugo felt unbelievable, and underestimated his lethality to Arthur Rimbaud. Sexual ability is more powerful than supernatural ability.

The leader of the Paris Commune, Charles Baudelaire, who heard the news, hurriedly said: "Where is the striptease?"

Victor Hugo was powerless for a while, and the other party didn't care that he was forced to kiss him. It was too much, not at all like Esmeralda who was meticulous about herself in "Singularity" and regarded ugliness as all kinds of things in the world.

"You are late, go back and watch Paul Verlaine dance!"

Victor Hugo walked away with a shake of his face.

Charles Baudelaire snorted softly, thinking with gusto: who cares what you think, being kissed by a big beauty, seeing how you don't like it, people who don't know will think you have suffered a lot.

Hugo's sexual orientation is not generally hateful.

The red-light district in Paris is extremely lively today. There is news that a top-notch blond beauty with special abilities is about to perform a striptease. Many people are going to run to watch the excitement, but the nightclub has already been cleared.

Lan Tang's face darkened when he heard the news.

Striptease?

Forcibly kissed Senior Hugo?

He thought about it again, why was he angry?It's really not easy to control Paul, but can he control the other's brother?It can't be done, his energy is limited, and the person he loves is Paul, so it's impossible for him to do something that Paul misunderstood for the sake of that memory loss.

[Forget it, as long as your brother is happy. 】

Lan Tang looked at Paul Verlaine, feeling suspenseful: "I have good news and bad news, which one do you listen to first?"

Paul Verlaine chose: "Good news."

Lan Tang said: "Your brother is in Paris, and he hasn't gone far. He got rid of the old relationship and started a new pursuit."

Paul Verlaine said quietly: "What kind of good news is this, are you mistaken?"

My brother has a new lover.

Well, another addition to his kill list.

Lan Tang said the bad news that he likes to hear: "The bad news is that the man he is looking for is Victor Hugo, and he is our old man."

Paul Verlaine, the former French transcendent, understood the meaning.

Combined with the past rumors that Victor Hugo rejected men and only loved women in his life, Paul Verlaine thought carefully that there was no problem this time. With the value of force, his brother couldn't hold him down, and he couldn't even force Hugo to go to bed. arrive.

Paul Verlaine smiled, and after being coaxed, he fell asleep on Lantang's bed at night.

"Friends and relatives, you are so kind, there is nothing wrong with this being bad news."

— just bad news for his brother.