Cos Verlaine's I crossed

The holiday benefits of the French have always been good.

No need to go to work today, Jacques Rousseau is staying at his mansion in the center of Paris.

The mansion is located in the wealthy area of ​​the rich and famous. The single-family building with duplex structure has excellent lighting, floor-to-ceiling windows are domineering, and there are erected walls outside to protect privacy.The private study is magnificent, containing thousands of books, and ordinary people need a ladder to reach the top book.

Jacques Rousseau is completely different from Julian in appearance and personality.

Julian is not a studious person, he has no big ambitions, and is a standard common man. Facing this study, he can at most praise him.

Jacques Rousseau is gentle and gentle, tough in dealing with people, and disdains to get along with people with empty heads.He is like a scholar bathed in the ocean of knowledge, addicted to books, knowledgeable, enjoying the awe of others, always inseparable from a book in his spare time.

Except for the same figure, no one can associate the two together.

This is also the most daring and arrogant part of Jacques Rousseau. During the day, he is the self who displays his talents, and at night, he is another self who shows his flaws.

He only changed his voice and appearance.

Other details of the body remain unchanged, and they are undressed.

He even welcomes politicians who recognize his figure and take a sadistic interest in him, even if someone points to Julian and tells his real name, no one will believe it.

Such a contrast only aroused his enthusiasm.

As a qualified master of time management, Jacques Rousseau has always divided his dual identities.Julian never appeared in the daytime, and Jacques Rousseau never appeared in the red light district or clubs in Paris, making his colleagues mistakenly think that he is clean and clean, and he has a cleanliness in this regard.

The appearance of Arthur Rimbaud broke some of Jacques Rousseau's conventions.

The night of indulgence is extended for hours.

As Julian, he lived with Arthur Rimbaud for the night, got up on time in the morning, prepared breakfast for Arthur Rimbaud, changed his clothes, and urged him to wash his face and brush his teeth.

In the role-playing of husband and wife, he temporarily put aside his identity as a male prostitute and became an honest husband to support his family.

The wife is lazy, but kind, generous, and tolerant of her husband's eccentricities.

What's more, Arthur Rimbaud is such an amazing person. Even if there is a spring breeze and they are separated later, countless people are willing to replace Julian.

Jacques Rousseau did not reject the life of raising Rimbaud, and liked it quite a bit. Rimbaud had everything in terms of strength, appearance, and figure, and he was highly educated. It would be condescending to be willing to be taken care of by a male prostitute.

The other party is permeated with the atmosphere of "freedom and romance", which is something that Jacques Rousseau, who advocates nature, can only hope for and elude in his life.

"If people are too free, there is a price. Just like a cheetah will suffer from hunger in the wild, carefree in the zoo, but lose its wildness. The development of everything follows a natural common sense."

"Forcibly interfering... will only lose the opportunity to evolve."

Jacques Rousseau thought about the example of Rimbaud, not the beauties that can be touched at night, but some unformed ideas.

The growth of people with supernatural abilities is closely related to it.

Since the end of the war, there has been a strong atmosphere of peace. In exchange, there have been no new French transcendents within seven years. Those with supernatural abilities who reached the transcendent level in their teens have all become urban legends in Paris.

The close-fitting mobile phone vibrated three times, indicating that it was Rimbaud's call.

A beautiful lady will of course have her husband's cell phone number.

"lady?"

Jacques Rousseau did not have time to switch identities, and his tone was as gentle as possible.

The person on the other side of the phone did not hear the abnormal voice, and quickly said: "Julian, I don't have enough cash to pay the bill, and I don't have a bank card. I'm in the 'Rainbow' bar. Can you come over?!"

Jacques Rousseau knew that Rimbaud was a criminal in France, but it was the first time he heard that Rimbaud didn't even have a bank card.

Jacques Rousseau used another mobile phone to find his subordinates, "How much is the difference? I can't leave here temporarily, and ask a friend to send you the money."

Arthur Rimbaud reported a high consumption fee, hid in the bathroom and said angrily: "I don't know why I spend so much."

Jacques Rousseau was very clear about the huge profits of the tobacco and alcohol industry. Nightclubs and clubs are often making money day by day. The biggest way to be a top card is to let customers order alcohol for themselves, "Madam, isn't that what you ordered?"

Attil Rimbaud said vaguely: "It's Mr. Izanbal... He is my brother's teacher. We drink together. Can you lend me some more money? I will pay you double in the future."

Jacques Rousseau wrote down the names and wondered, Rimbaud's younger brother was Verlaine, and Verlaine did not have a teacher, who was the teacher?

Jacques Rousseau's subordinates were ordered to send money to Rimbaud.

At the checkout, Arthur Rimbaud breathed a sigh of relief. After he pawned the watch, he kept the cash at home, and he could return it to Julian later.

"Rainbow" bar, the checkout bar, the service staff gave a receipt and handed it over. The colleague who came to deliver the money for Julian was a brown-haired white man, the type that couldn't be found in the crowd.

Charles Baudelaire was slightly drunk, watching Arthur Rimbaud return with a half-smile.He regarded the person who came to check out as a subordinate trained by Voltaire, and secretly said: Does Voltaire value Rimbaud so much?

Afterwards, Charles Baudelaire approached Arthur Rimbaud on purpose, pretended to be drunk and said nonsense, such as failure in investment and failure in stocks. He used a series of excuses to start his own business of borrowing money.

Arthur Rimbaud was dumbfounded when he heard this, and had a vision that the other party was Balzac, otherwise how could he be so unlucky.

Is Mr. Yizangbal in this world doing so badly?

"Money is not a problem." Arthur Rimbaud said cheerfully, "I'll get you as much as you need."

Charles Baudelaire was well versed in fishing for rich women, and the number reported was not large, which happened to be the balance after Arthur Rimbaud sold his watch.

Arthur Rimbaud smiled happily when he heard this: "I have this money!"

He was defenseless against George Izanbal's loan.

In another world, he was isolated and helpless, afraid to inform his family, and almost hopeless when he wrote to his teacher for help.But Georges Izambal paid him thirteen francs unconditionally and came to free him from prison, which was a great benefactor to him at the age of seventeen.

Let alone 70 francs, even if it was [-] francs, Arthur Rimbaud would find a way to lend it to Georges Izanbal.

Arthur Rimbaud said: "You come home with me, my money is at home, and I will accompany you to deposit it in the bank later."

Charles Baudelaire couldn't hide his astonishment, didn't he hesitate?

Sure enough, I lowered the price myself!

Later, Charles Baudelaire got [-] francs of ill-gotten wealth for nothing. Arthur Rimbaud gave him the money and told him not to invest any more. Invest in real estate on the banks of the Seine.

Arthur Rimbaud shrugs: "House in Paris is getting more expensive."

Charles Baudelaire was very satisfied with Arthur Rimbaud, he looked pleasing to the eye no matter what, and said kindly: "I will buy a house next time. The investment method you mentioned is quite feasible."

Charles Baudelaire stood at the door of his residence, provocatively: "Aren't you inviting me into your home?"

Arthur Rimbaud felt the friendliness of Mr. Izanbal, and closed the door without letting Mr. Izanbal in.

"No, this is Julian's home, let's go out for a stroll."

"Okay."

Charles Baudelaire and Arthur Rimbaud are like old acquaintances who haven't seen each other for many years. One is actively making friends, the other is pushing the boat smoothly, and the relationship is heating up extremely fast.Upon seeing this, Arthur Rimbaud directly admitted that he was Paul Verlaine's elder brother, and asked Mr. Izanbal not to mistake him.

Charles Baudelaire was smiling, and there was nothing wrong with his performance of The Money Swindler.

"Brother Verlaine, what's your name?"

"Rimbaud, I'm Arthur Rimbaud."

"Where is Rimbaud's hometown?"

"Nothing."

This answer was unexpected, and Charles Baudelaire's inquiry failed.

Arthur Rimbaud understated: "France is my motherland, but there is no longer my hometown here."

Charles Baudelaire had a few words of comfort.

Arthur Rimbaud doesn't care: "That's a good thing too."

In this world, he doesn't have to go back and forth between foreign countries and France, and he doesn't even need to visit graves. No one remembers Rimbaud's family anymore.

"No one knows my past, I only have present and future."

……

Afterwards, Jacques Rousseau heard his subordinates describe Arthur Rimbaud's drinking partner. At the beginning, he heard the man with gold-rimmed glasses, but he didn't think of his colleagues. After all, none of them were short-sighted.

As soon as he heard the other party's blond hair and green eyes, Jacques Rousseau's reading action froze, and that bad feeling came up.

"Charles Baudelaire?"

"Rimbaud drank with Baudelaire and couldn't pay the bill?"

A combination of names and deeds, Jacques Rousseau knew what was going on.

Jacques Rousseau signed and asked his subordinates to go back for reimbursement.

He was very dissatisfied with Baudelaire's behavior. If he wanted to drain his wallet, he had to find rich people, and Rimbaud didn't have much money.

Back home at night, Jacques Rousseau incarnated as Julian gave Arthur Rimbaud a hug and asked about today's affairs.Arthur Rimbaud readily confessed that he had no pockets and lent the money to his brother's teacher.

Arthur Rimbaud said: "Don't worry, this is my private matter. I will go to work tomorrow and return the drink money to you."

Julian took a breath: "This is all your money!"

Arthur Rimbaud is very handsome, with a lot of property in the past, he doesn't care much about [-] francs, "He needs money, and I believe in his character, he is not a greedy person."

Julian pupil earthquake, who are you talking about?Wasn't Baudelaire an insatiable man?If you dare to show your wallet today, tomorrow he will come to guard you at the door and cheat you of all your underwear.

"You...don't borrow money indiscriminately next time." Julian naturally wouldn't let Rimbaud go to work, and took the other party's remarks as a joke.

Julian pulled Arthur Rimbaud into the kitchen, squatted down, and opened the safe hidden under the floor tiles. The jewels, diamonds, and banknotes inside blinded Arthur Rimbaud. He was poor for a while after crossing, He hadn't seen so much cash in a long time.

Julian gave the key to the safe to Arthur Rimbaud: "This is my savings for many years, just take it and use it."

Arthur Rimbaud's eyes turned red all of a sudden, he stood up abruptly, wanting to rush out to look for part-time job recruitment information.

"No! I'll make money myself!"

"Ma'am, I heard that real husband and wife share property, do you spend my money...do you feel dirty?"

Julian stopped Rimbaud with faint words behind his back.

"That's the money you made by selling your body." Arthur Rimbaud whispered, "It's fine if you're a rich man, but you're not."

Arthur Rimbaud, who couldn't bear the favor, looked at Julian, hoping that Julian would take back this decision, which was worse than his random borrowing of money!

Julian smiled at him.

Arthur Rimbaud grew bitter, regretting that he had spent all his money.

Arthur Rimbaud bowed his head: "I did something wrong, Julian."

Julien pretended not to understand: "What's wrong?"

Arthur Rimbaud languished, and said hesitantly: "When I help others, I have to do what I can..."

Julian came up, glad that the other party could reflect.

Transcendents generally spend money lavishly, cannot save money, and have a style of treating money like dung. That is not a good behavior. Julian believes that a person who learns to use money rationally and restrains impulse is a virtue.

"My money is not coming from the right place, and I can't usually spend it." Julian kissed Arthur Rimbaud on the cheek, "Madame, help me spend them and give them a good place to go."

Arthur Rimbaud was shaken, but still stubbornly refused to accept it.

Is it not easy to want money by yourself?

Raiding houses and looting houses, eating black people, and slaughtering a few big villains is enough.

Julian ignored his reaction and stuffed the key into the rear pocket of Arthur Rimbaud's jeans. The cold metal key touched the fabric and brought a strange tactile sensation through the skin.

Julian touched it with his hand, and the young man is good, playing and curling.

Arthur Rimbaud protested after being taken advantage of by him.

"Who is the gold master?"

"It used to be you, now it's me."

Julian blocked the follow-up possibility of being deceived, and suddenly thought that Rimbaud was taken advantage of by Baudelaire because he came home too late. He regretted that he should not be addicted to reading and ignored Rimbaud's loneliness.

Julian remembered that Rimbaud often squatted at the door to tease the neighbor's dog.

Julian asked, "Ma'am, do you want a dog?"

Arthur Rimbaud realized he wanted a companion for himself and refused: "I'm just a fad, not a pet lover."

Julian asked what he liked.

Arthur Rimbaud thought for a while and said, "The sea of ​​Marseilles."

Once you see it, you will never forget it.

On the second day, without Paul Verlaine, Lan Tang, and Charles Baudelaire, Julian asked himself for leave, euphemistically saying: "I want to have good memories with my wife, let's go on a trip together Bar."

Julien took Arthur Rimbaud and set off for Marseilles.

At the port of Marseille, Arthur Rimbaud saw the sea where his historical "self" wanted to set off when he died at the age of 37.

"Julian! This is the sea!"

Arthur Rimbaud was a high-flying man, reborn after leaving Paris.

"My ideal sea!"

Supporting Arthur Rimbaud after reading the biography, no matter what, he must go to Africa and see the roots of Ethiopia.

Arthur Rimbaud is like a half-grown child, without the pressure of face, revealing an innocence that is difficult for adults to retain.Blonde man runs on the beach in pursuit of what he saw before his death at 37!

Julian went to buy him the cold milk beer he was clamoring for, and when he came back, he saw an unforgettable scene before he got close to him.

Arthur Rimbaud stands against the light, barefoot, with disheveled hair, gazing at the distant sunset, like a faded photograph.

He loves this world.

He chases the eternal sun, a footless bird that refuses to set.

After the anti-government organization was shattered and Paul Verlaine, who surrendered to the French government, was born, the French government believed that the real "Rimbaud" was dead, but they didn't know that the other party had become a traveler many years ago.

Julian did not bother Rimbaud, and witnessed with his eyes——

Beauty is in the bones but not in the skin.

What's more, that person's soul is shining, almost revealing its skin, pure and ethereal.

……

Madame, in fact, everyone wants to be a shepherd.