Cos Verlaine's I crossed

Spending the night in the couple's box of the nightclub, Artille Rimbaud felt in a daze that Julian had climbed out of bed, and continued to fall asleep without hindrance.

By the time he smelled the aroma of hot food and ran to wash up hungry, it was already afternoon.

Julian originally wanted to hang out with each other for a while.

A hateful guest who refused to cooperate with him and seriously violated the requirements. He has always kicked out such people and never received them again.

But on a trip out, Julian's mind changed.

Julian watched Arthur Rimbaud munching on the food in the insulated box. The blond man tied up his hair temporarily to prevent it from falling into the insulated box. He lowered his head, chewing with simple satisfaction.

With a cold face, Julian covered his skin with long-sleeved trousers, and asked the other party: "Sir, don't you have anything to say to me?"

Arthur Rimbaud bit his fork: "Julian, you have great strength!"

"Our industry naturally requires physical strength." Julian choked, and said embarrassingly, "I will no longer serve you for free."

Arthur Rimbaud quickly said: "Then I will give you free!"

Julian: "?!!"

Arthur Rimbaud calculated: "Julian's appearance fee exceeds [-] francs a night, which is more expensive than I imagined. Look at my face and figure, which club I go to will be the top card. I don't need you to spend it." Money, you can touch it however you want, as long as you provide food and shelter."

All in all, Arthur Rimbaud confirmed: "It's very cost-effective for you to sleep with me. It would cost a lot of money to change someone to take care of me."

Julian's expression could no longer be described as stunned.

This is Paul Verlaine's brother?

You are simply eager to try and can't wait to stand on the street to sell, right?

"Julian, I'm done eating!" Arthur Rimbaud ate very fast and didn't have the habit of chewing slowly. He took Julian's hand, "I remember you were bleeding yesterday, let's go to the doctor ?”

Julian wanted to pull his hand back, thinking that the other party had a conscience: "I have already seen the doctor. The doctor prescribed medicine and asked me to pay attention to rest."

Arthur Rimbaud held Julian's right hand tightly, his eyes were surprisingly bright, like a libertine who had tasted the sweetness, and that look reminded Julian of someone who was like that when he borrowed money.

"Julian, was it your first time yesterday?"

"……Um."

"How long have you been in this industry? Do you usually only do it with female customers?"

"Sir, I know what you want to ask. Please don't expect me. I have received male customers. There are not a few male customers who like me. It's just that they didn't force me to do the last step."

Julian poured cold water on his unhurried tone. It's not that those people always abide by the rules, but that Julian can turn against customers at any time.

Facing this guy, more than half of his methods were useless.

He cannot expose his strength.

Otherwise, with the other party's turbulent temper, 100% have to fight with him to the end, and it will not be good for him to make things worse.

"Julian is so cool." Arthur Rimbaud kissed the back of Julian's right hand, noticing that Julian had no habit of wearing a ring, and there were no ring marks on his fingers. This hand had an indescribable sense of strength.

"Play with me, Julian, I won't stay long in France, I'm like a bell of depression that rings in a graveyard, and is usually answered by ravenous crows."

"I don't like people who surround me."

"Julian is different from them. What you want is spiritual satisfaction."

"A relationship like this—couldn't be more appropriate."

Arthur Rimbaud buried his head in Julian's shoulders and neck, climbed up the pole without knowing when, and hugged Julian.

Arthur Rimbaud was not afraid of Julian's background. Even if the other party's benefactor planned to make trouble for him, he could just scare him. He was sure to protect Julian and spend this winter with him.

Julian hesitated, and reached out to touch the man's hair. The soft and shiny blonde hair was irresistible to any European.

Know how to be tough, know how to show weakness, this kind of beautiful guest is too dangerous.

I don't know how many people will fall into each other's hands.

Julian turned his mind and said: "Sir, you are too tired to linger in the red light district, can you go to your relatives and friends?"

"No more." Arthur Rimbaud said sullenly, "They are all buried in history, and I can't even find the tombstone. My only blood relationship is a monster, cruel and ruthless, who has grown crooked since childhood." I don't intend to get along with this kind of person."

Arthur Rimbaud used those angelic blue eyes to capture each other.

The person who restrains the wind seduces a male prostitute with a lot of money, which is no less than expressing to the male prostitute that he wants to have a soft meal.

"Take me away, you can go anywhere, you can treat me whatever you want, I don't have a wallet to support you, but Julian has money and can be my benefactor, I am willing to be taken care of by you once..."

"..."

Julian laughed, and the pervasive coldness and displeasure disappeared without a trace. He almost forgot that he was a male prostitute who came to decline customers.

Arthur Rimbaud, I remember you.

If you did not join this industry, it is the industry's biggest loss.

"Listen to what you said, I can't refuse the sir's temptation, how long is the master going to stay by my side?" Julian cupped Arthur Rimbaud's cheek, the other party was so unique, his appearance was like a god, even Julian I don't know if I can meet such a guest next time.

Paul Verlaine is a clone of the other party. The "Fun" who met Arthur Rimbaud at the beginning probably became crazy because of the other party's obsession.

They have never known each other in the past, and they will not be colleagues in the French government in the future.

The best and worst guests.

"You promised!" Arthur Rimbaud jumped up, the tip of his tongue was slightly exposed in his lips, looking very attractive, and the words he said were extremely lingering.

"We met in winter, lighted the fire, fell asleep with that sweet kiss, trembled together among the gorgeous flowers."

Facing the poetic invitation, Julian revealed his cultural background: "I will pack firewood, like a peasant woman, and I will accompany you through the cold winter. Sir, if you are calling for help to someone far away, it is not a bell of depression, What I hear is the wind that stays here, you should appeal your troubles to the heavens, and when the angels come to the world, God will also be kind to you."

Arthur Rimbaud was poked in the center by the opponent's beautiful Latin.

"God will probably hate me."

"Why?"

"I once scolded him, saying that God died a long time ago, but I read the Qur'an later, and my father hoped that I would become a person who could understand the Qur'an, and I learned a sentence from that book. "

Arthur Rimbaud said decisively to Julian: "—I would rather be alone than in the company of the wicked."

Julian didn't speak, and took out a napkin and wiped Arthur Rimbaud's lips. He was tempted by the lips just now, and he saw the reality in a slow pace: your mouth is full of oil, and you rubbed it on me!

Under the sweet words of the customers, the well-paid male prostitutes closed their business for the customers.

Arthur Rimbaud moved into a "new home".

Arthur Rimbaud lived in a residence in Julian. This is not a wealthy area, and there are many immigrants coming and going. It is far from the artistic apartment provided by Oscar Wilde. The decoration looks a bit outdated, and there are traces of life everywhere. .

Julian changed into his home clothes and took off the coquettish tights. His complexion returned to normal, and a little fragrance remained on his body.

They exchanged names.

Julian forgot the name of Baudelaire's student and formally addressed him as "Monsieur Rimbaud".

"Mr. Rimbaud, I have a normal job during the day, so it's inconvenient to tell you that I'm at home at night, and I won't go to clubs and other places. My house is relatively small, can you accept...?"

Before Julian finished asking, his eyelids twitched, seeing Arthur Rimbaud take off his shoes, jump on the sofa, and then run around the rooms, like a big dog familiar with the territory.The first thing the other party did at his house was to run to the bathroom to urinate, and poke the button of the toilet vigorously.

Julian had a vision: [A lively Paul Verlaine. 】

After solving the need for excretion, Arthur Rimbaud ran back patting his stomach, stepped on the carpet, and made a face at Julian: "I have lived in any attic, no matter how horrible the ground is!"

Julian finds his old clothes for Arthur Rimbaud.

"Do you want to change clothes?"

"Yes, do you have thick winter socks? My sock has a hole."

Arthur Rimbaud folded the bottoms of his slim trousers, and the bottoms were actually a little dirty, revealing his feet wearing red and green, typical Christmas-style socks, where the hole was the thumb, and the toes were flexible moved.

He compares a "yay" toe shape.

It was Arthur Rimbaud who did what he wanted, who always broke the etiquette in the eyes of others.

"..."

The Nordic God's filter shattered with a snap, and Julian covered his face, feeling that he would never forget the other's broken socks in his life.

——You really don't care about image.