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Jacques Avenue, Charles Baudelaire said he wanted to give evidence to Victor Hugo, so after the voting ended, he dragged him here.

"Hush." ​​Charles Baudelaire raised his index finger at the red-haired man.

"Why did you choose noon?" Victor Hugo was puzzled. He probably knew that the other party's students lived here. He had been to Jacques Avenue when Balzac was alive.

Charles Baudelaire sneaked into the apartment quietly.

Victor Hugo imitated him, muted his voice, and two veteran transcendents over the age of 40 turned into spies to steal "secrets."

In the kitchen of the apartment, Paul Verlaine was watching Lantang cook. When Lantang needed some ingredients, he would say, and the ingredients would float over, fall on the cutting board and be automatically cut into uniform shapes.

Lan Tang prepared the pasta and vegetable salad, and adjusted the flavors. The beef was stewed in the pot, and the aroma filled the kitchen.

Men who have lived alone for a long time are good at cooking. When their careers are more dangerous, they must know how to keep their mouths shut and not eat out casually.

Paul Verlaine's attention was attracted by the kitchen, his spirit was a little lazy and light, his mind was empty, he didn't think about anything, he simply waited for Lan Tang to make lunch, ignoring the two people who sneaked into the apartment.

Charles Baudelaire hinted with his eyes, how is their relationship?

Seeing the life of the younger generation, Victor Hugo was filled with emotion. The two people in front of him looked like family members. If one of them was replaced by a female, people would believe that they lived together for many years.

"Teacher." Lan Tang suddenly said, and found that there were two more people in the living room, "You and Senior Hugo came to eat, why didn't you tell me in advance, the lunch I prepared here is not enough."

"?" Paul Verlaine suddenly focused, his pupils were slightly frightened, and he instinctively released a trace of killing intent.His reflexive behavior was to the two elders the look of a golden-haired cat with its fur splattered and its tail cocked.

"I said hello, so I couldn't see Verlaine in a daze." Charles Baudelaire smiled, with a hint of oppressive nobility. His elegant and smiling demeanor made him more like a Assassinate King Paul Verlaine's teacher, not Lan Tang's teacher.

Paul Verlaine imitates surfaces.

Lantang inherited Charles Baudelaire's melancholy about worldly affairs.

"Don't tease him less, be careful that he gets angry."

Lan Tang came out with a salad plate and evened out portions for four people. Victor Hugo thanked him, not as confidently as Charles Baudelaire.

Victor Hugo explored the same-sex life and asked: "After Verlaine came back, you have been living in the apartment?"

Lan Tang said: "Yes, we eat and live together."

Victor Hugo wondered, Paul Verlaine was so quiet?

Lan Tang explained to others: "Actually, Paul is a person who has little thoughts and can accept quietness. If we make an agreement with him, he will not go out. I told him that his brother can write poetry, and he will start writing soon. .”

Paul Verlaine was not happy: "Friends, you talk too much."

Victor Hugo changed his mind slightly towards Paul Verlaine, and Charles Baudelaire had already unceremoniously picked up the bowl and went to the kitchen to share the beef.

"Attil, do you have any good wine? I'll tell you some good news later."

"The best wine here is given by my teacher."

Lan Tang was very generous, and took out the wine Baudelaire gave them and poured it for them.

Paul Verlaine sat down and picked a place farthest from Charles Baudelaire. Charles Baudelaire sneered: "Only small domesticated animals will choose the longest straight-line distance and hide to eat." thing."

Paul Verlaine smiled: "Only the poor come to eat."

One sentence pierced the hearts of two people.

Charles Baudelaire loves to spend money, can't save money, likes to overdraw his credit card every month, and Victor Hugo's salary is squeezed dry.

Charles Baudelaire was not reconciled, his wallet was always empty: "Attil, did you make a lot of money in Japan?"

Lan Tang's back turned cold, and he said calmly: "No, I'm just an ordinary quasi-cadre of the mafia. Rich people don't like to go to remote places like Yokohama. I erased my personal information before returning to China. trace."

Charles Baudelaire withdrew his doubts, and the students were poor, so there was no problem, and he continued to squeeze Victor Hugo's wallet.

Victor Hugo was full of sincerity: "Charles, I can recommend high-paying jobs for your students so that he can support you and Verlaine."

Lan Tang: "..." Senior Hugo, you are so cruel.

Paul Verlaine made his acquaintance for a while, but did not reveal that he was rich.

No one can show off their wealth in front of Charles Baudelaire, because the other party's mind is smaller than the tip of a needle, and they will definitely remember your assets.

During a lunch, Victor Hugo witnessed the interaction between Lan Tang and Paul Verlaine.Lantang took over the responsibility of taking care of Paul Verlaine. Paul Verlaine was a relatively passive type, and he had a different trust in Lantang than other people.

Paul Verlaine, who is not guarded against Lantang, behaves casually, like the best boyfriend in the eyes of the French. He is extremely beautiful, but he will not cheat or seduce people, and he will remain alienated and indifferent to others.

The two have an indescribable fit.

The partners who survive the war and resolve misunderstandings are friends, lovers, and family members.

Charles Baudelaire, Lan Tang, and Paul Verlaine shared the good news. The French government no longer restrains Paul Verlaine. He neither deports nor arrests him. The other party can freely travel to and from abroad without causing confusion. Just give other countries a handle.

Lan Tang was overjoyed.

Paul Verlaine questioned: "Are you so kind?"

Charles Baudelaire gave the student a look: Teach him a lesson and let him understand why I help him!

Lan Tang nodded to the teacher with great face: good!

It is another matter to show an attitude in front of people, but it is another matter to be in the rear.

After the two walked out of the apartment, Victor Hugo felt lost.

"Has eight years changed so much?" Victor Hugo said, "My memory of them is still stuck in his past. At that time, Verlaine was like a cold and empty puppet."

"You comment on my students again." Charles Baudelaire always loved Lan Tang very much, and didn't like others to ignore Lan Tang.

Victor Hugo considered: "Athier has matured a lot, can bear the pressure, and feels quite measured."

Charles Baudelaire's eyes warmed up.

The young boy who had just entered the world of supernatural powers, the supernatural spy who was unscrupulous for missions, has transformed into a type that the leaders of the Paris Commune can trust.

"Are you relieved?" Charles Baudelaire's arm was next to Victor Hugo, the scent of men's perfume drifted in, and Victor Hugo's nose was itchy. Every cell wants to escape.

Victor Hugo distanced himself: "Yes, but for safety's sake, I have to observe Verlaine during this time."

Charles Baudelaire was irritated by his actions: "What's your reaction? You thought you could joke with me casually, and now you're on guard against me, treating me like a male whore who winks at you by the side of the road?!"

Victor Hugo sighed inwardly, disgusted by the other party's harsh speech: "I didn't mean that, Charles, I'm adjusting my mentality, your charm should not be radiated to me, you should go to those who appreciate you "Gritting his teeth, he said, "Don't hook my legs next time."

Charles Baudelaire's eyes were scarier than winter's knives.

Victor Hugo didn't dare to look at each other: "I like women, Charles, I am very grateful for what you have done to me at Notre Dame de Paris..."

There is a disillusionment called Baudelaire.

In the "Singularity" of Notre Dame de Paris, Charles Baudelaire incarnates the beautiful dancer Esmeralda to save the ugly Quasimodo.

In reality, it is a commendable story.

but--

The kind and pure Esmeralda, who doesn't care about her appearance, is just Charles Baudelaire's hypnosis for herself.

In order to rescue Victor Hugo, Charles Baudelaire twisted his spiritual will with the superpower "Flower of Evil", entered the world of "Singularity" and became a character inside.He rushed out of the predicament with the fierce emotion that broke the world, and saved Quasimodo who had been treated coldly.

Quasimodo was moved by Esmeralda's strength and fearlessness.

The 16-year-old beautiful dancer bent down for him, her eyes were bright, and she condensed her goodwill and affection for Quasimodo. "She" had long golden hair and charming eyes, like a goddess in charge of hunting and forests.

"She" said to Quasimodo: "I don't know who was joking, or someone shot me with Cupid's golden arrow, and made me feel love coming at the first sight of you."

"Whether this is a wrong feeling, I am also very confused." Esmeralda squatted down and held Quasimodo, who was covered in mud and hated by everyone, so that he could also be contaminated with the smell of the other's sweat.

"Even such a hug, I don't hate you."

"It's amazing!"

"My blood is flowing fast, and I am so excited that I want to cry. Are you an angel who was demoted to the mortal world and was enchanted by God? And I am the one sent by God to save you?"

Esmeralda stuck to Quasimodo's chest, "My heart tells me that falling in love with you is a painful and sweet journey."

"Will you be afraid? I said - I am fascinated by you, and I even expect you to hug me." Esmeralda boldly expressed her love under the shocked eyes of the crowd in the fifteenth century, "Can you hug me?" ?"

Facing such Esmeralda, who can remain indifferent?

Quasimodo hugged the man in his arms tremblingly.

In the end, Quasimodo endured the hot feelings of a beautiful dancer and the envy of the people. Some people framed Quasimodo as a devil and cast spells, otherwise, how could he get the love of a beautiful dancer.

Esmeralda is crazy for him, gentle for him, and resists all criticisms with her own strength, even if she is imprisoned by the king.

Facing the king who admired him, Esmeralda threatened to commit suicide. In "her" words: "I was born in this world to witness that I lived once with my life. How can I bow my head and admit defeat to you!"

"It's none of your business what kind of person he is, as long as I like it!"

"No one needs to meddle in their own business!"

This is Esmeralda in "Singularity", the "Flower of Evil" restored to her youth can burn life as a beloved thing.

That is the enthusiasm of youth and the magic of love.

The person in front of him, Victor Hugo, couldn't match Esmeralda with Charles Baudelaire. The difference was too great. After waking up, his mentality collapsed once, and he couldn't imagine that the other party was the one who saw through the soul people.

Later, when he learned that the effect was caused by supernatural powers, he breathed a sigh of relief. Making up for the other party with money was the best way he could think of.

This favor owed so much that Victor Hugo wanted to avoid it.

Which is more important, body or soul?

Victor Hugo once pursued the same soul as Arthur Rimbaud, and such "naivety" brought him disaster.

Nearly eight years of sealing!

What he waited for was a false redemption, an illusion of loss.

"Charles, forget that illusory world, you are not Esmeralda, I am not Quasimodo, we can be friends for life."

Victor Hugo said it out of his head after a few months, and quickly left Jacques Avenue. When he walked, he resisted the urge to look back, knowing that he should not give the other party the slightest illusion.

If it's not right, don't love.

Victor Hugo warned himself so, choosing to forget the confession of Charles Baudelaire in his youth.

【What is that?It's just a youthful past. 】

[Charle gave up after joining the army. 】

Under the apartment, Lan Tang walked to the teacher, and it was Paul Verlaine who told him at the window that he saw some conflicts between the two.

"Master Baudelaire?"

Lan Tang's voice awakened Charles Baudelaire who was stupefied.

Charles Baudelaire tucked up his long hair discreetly, and his well-groomed, shiny blond hair blocked his flushed cheeks.

"Attil, you are luckier than me."

Charles Baudelaire's eyes fell on the students, and he was so gentle that he didn't look like the person who was going to get angry just now, "Someone once said that if I don't have money, I need a lot of love to make up for myself."

Lan Tang agrees with the power of love: "Love can indeed overcome material things."

The Transcendence-level psychic ability emitted fluctuations, affecting the people in the entire street around, and no one saw it——

At the moment when the flowering period was at its peak, the "Flower of Evil", who passionately pursued Hugo and was forcibly sent to join the army by the general's stepfather, burst into tears and gently stroked her wrist.

"If I don't have love."

"I want a lot, a lot, a lot of money."

His wrist was clean, and there were no traces of suicidal coercion to his stepfather.

——The scars remain in my heart.

friend forever?No problem, I won't pursue you a long time ago, so what if you kiss and sleep with others?

Lovers can break up, couples can divorce, and love always fades.

Only friendship is for life.

However, I will curse you, curse you with all my strength-you will never find someone who makes you fall in love with in your life! ! !