Cos Verlaine's I crossed

During the Marseille tour, Arthur Rimbaud held Julian's hand in front of people, laughing and cursing, not like a transcendent capable of fighting thousands of troops.

Julian didn't give up too much. He was a good man in the identity of a male prostitute, and he took care of the unrestrained Arthur Rimbaud everywhere, and he called him "Madame".He set his eyes on the interlocking fingers of the two, his eyes overflowed with tenderness, he never thought that he would experience a honeymoon-like day.

France is a country recognized as romantic in the world. Although the government does not allow same-sex legalization due to reproductive issues and other considerations, related bill applications appear every year. Same-sex couples are not uncommon in France. The rare one is Arthur Rimbaud That incomparable beauty.

Although Arthur Rimbaud is slightly inferior to Alfred Douglas in appearance, in terms of aura, Arthur Rimbaud beats the opponent by a block.

If Arthur Rimbaud hadn't been heartbroken by the Phantom and his younger brother, the male prostitutes in the nightclub would never have been able to associate with him in eight lifetimes.

Some people fall in love by fate.

Some people pick good fruits in order to create fate.

Julian would not feel guilty. It would be a pity if he missed Arthur Rimbaud on his territory.

His fingertips brushed Arthur Rimbaud's fingers,

It seems that there is still a ring missing.

Julian had a few good gemstone noodles in his hand, but he was just short of ring rings. He was looking for jewelry stores around, but Arthur Rimbaud misunderstood his searching eyes.Arthur Rimbaud snickered in his ear: "Julian, are you peeking at the black dress in the window?"

Julian took a closer look, and there was an outstanding black dress in the window of the commercial street, which attracted the attention of many passers-by.

The shoulder straps of the black dress are inlaid with diamonds, the back is open, and the skirt is high-cut, showing a smooth waist and hips.These cuts are very figure-conscious, and if a woman can wear them with a warm waistcoat and stiletto heels, they will be fashionable enough in Paris.

Julian didn't try to clear up the misunderstanding. Instead, he brought Arthur Rimbaud closer to the window and looked carefully at the black dress inside.

Arthur Rimbaud was surprised: "Do you really want to wear it?"

It's not that Arthur Rimbaud belittles Julian, the other's body is not suitable!

Julian's chest muscles can be praised by Arthur Rimbaud, which shows that his body is strong enough, and he is definitely not a feminine type with reversed gender.The other party has neither femininity nor a slender frame, and the effect after wearing it - Arthur Rimbaud couldn't bear to look directly at it after thinking about it.

Julian sighed: "Ma'am, we are not suitable."

Arthur Rimbaud was relieved, and said funnyly: "I almost thought you were going to buy it for me."

Julian changed the subject: "Does Madam like it very much?"

Arthur Rimbaud hurriedly dismissed his idea: "Even if I admit that my appearance is good, my height is not suitable for women's clothing!"

Oscar Wilde and Arthur Rimbaud are about the same height, and they love high heels, but I haven't seen Oscar Wilde go out in women's clothes. Men with a height of "two meters" are too scary.

Julian pretended to be disappointed, and found out of the corner of his eyes that Arthur Rimbaud was not ashamed, but showed hesitation.

—— Rimbaud is seriously considering how he will look after wearing it.

【that's enough. 】

Julian's restless heart settled down.

As the number of nighttime lives between the two increased, Julian's newness to men passed, and he inevitably longed for the love between men and women.He is heterosexual, has a strong sexual desire, and is not as determined as Victor Hugo. Over the years, he has become a typical male and female take-all type.

In his view, either he possesses the other party or the other party possesses himself, and the male body still hinders their complete union.

If it were an ordinary person's fantasy, it might not be far from breaking up.

How can a man be considered a woman.

However, this is a supernatural society, where money and power can break the boundaries of gender and satisfy Julian's inner reverie.

After Julian made up his mind, he hugged Arthur Rimbaud in front of the window.

"Ma'am, I'll show you how to wear it later."

"what?"

"Does Madam hate women?"

"It's okay...well, I don't hate beauties with good personalities."

Artille Rimbaud tilted his head and answered from his heart: "I lived in poverty when I was a teenager and hated women. Later, I fell in love with men. Later, when I saw a bigger world, I realized that some women are different. How many women do they have? It is colorful, and its body is like a fragrant flower, which is lovable."

In the whole world, the person who knows Arthur Rimbaud best is not Oscar Wilde who painted the portrait of the soul, Friedrich Nietzsche who said "You are dancing", nor Lan Tang who mistook Rimbaud for Verlaine .

Julian listened to Arthur Rimbaud's heart.

Through the details, he pieced together the picture of Arthur Rimbaud's early life.

He was a child from a poor family who had never enjoyed the blessings, and being able to learn knowledge was the only opportunity his family provided him.

Fortunately, Arthur Rimbaud is a genius, and a genius cannot be restrained by common sense. The turning point of growth lies in the span of youth to youth.A young man with a blank slate fell in love with an older married man, perhaps because he was seduced by the elder, or perhaps because of sympathy for each other. The young man was deeply imprinted at the early age of love and always remembered his own failure.

The choice between body and soul, the married man chose the body, and for many years after that, no one chose the magnificent soul of Arthur Rimbaud.

Since then, the misogynist boy has become a windy youth, and he has appreciated the beauty of women during his travels.

Julian didn't ask Rimbaud all the love history.

He knew that Rimbaud didn't care about the eyes of the world, and his wife would always unconsciously shake off her dark history, so triumphant and cute.

There are no hidden secrets.

The traveler lives aboveboard, rebellious and free and easy.

This is the most straightforward impression of Arthur Rimbaud on Julian.

"Ma'am, give me a kiss."

How could Julian not like such a person? Arthur Rimbaud was taken aback, and "Mua~" kissed Julian's lips with a bright smile.

The French love to express their feelings with kisses.

The louder the kiss, the better the relationship, and the deeper the kiss, the more lingering the relationship.

From shallow kisses to scratching the gums to deep kisses, the two have tried it all.

Summary: Kissing is a labor of love.

In a hotel in Marseille, Julian and Arthur Rimbaud settled down. Julian paid more attention to hygiene and safety, replaced the quilt cover and cups, and was complained by Arthur Rimbaud as a health ambassador.

The most important thing is that Julian always carries some weird things with him, which are often taken out by Arthur Rimbaud to check.

Mouth fresheners, peppermint gum, perfume refills, vitamin pills, small mirrors, combs, blotting papers, paper clips, signature pens, checks, hand cream, condoms, razor blades...

A qualified middle-aged man must learn to take care of himself.

Arthur Rimbaud belatedly asked: "How old is Julian?"

Julian smiled and said, "Madam will answer first."

Arthur Rimbaud cheeky: "I'm forever young!"

Julian answered perfectly: "I will always be older than Madam. I want to protect Madam from wind and rain. I hope Madam will not think me old. I am willing to be a green leaf to set off Madam and let Madam bloom proudly."

Arthur Rimbaud was too teased to hide the blush on his face.

A shy Nordic god, a wonder on earth.

"Has no one ever said such a thing to Madam?" Julian insisted, not letting Rimbaud fool him, "I think those people must be stupid and don't understand that Madam needs praise the most. A unique and young beauty like Madam , the whole of France can't find a second..."

Arthur Rimbaud really wanted to say that he had a stinky younger brother who looked exactly like him. Then he thought about it, he was the unique Rimbaud, and Paul Verlaine could not steal his limelight!

Arthur Rimbaud threw himself on Julian, who was poking himself.

On their newly changed sheets, Arthur Rimbaud said coquettishly: "You praise me so much, don't misunderstand me in the future!"

His blue eyes are so serious, focused, it's all or nothing.

"You need to recognize me."

"Ok."

Julian caressed the other person's face, and he would no longer hallucinate Verlaine, because how many times has Rimbaud been misunderstood who said this sentence?

[There are details in the rough, sharp but not suspicious, Madam is a strong person. 】

【I don't want to introduce someone to someone...】

[tsk. 】

A few days later, unable to delay, Julian said that he would introduce an old friend to Arthur Rimbaud.Arthur Rimbaud agreed, and specifically asked Julian if he wanted to give a statement to conceal the identity of the male prostitute.

Julian said calmly and numbly: "He knows."

Apart from enemies, the most hated thing in this world is friends, especially those who know you well and observe you secretly.

At that time, they played chess in an ordinary cafe.

Arthur Rimbaud's chess strength was far inferior to Julian's, but he played very devotedly and improved every game, so that he would not give up in a daze.

Julian stopped suddenly and warned: "Ranbo, my friend is here, don't take what he says to heart."

Arthur Rimbaud followed Julian's gaze.

On the sidewalk, a man with silver-gray hair was walking towards the cafe, and when they saw him, he winked at them.The man blends in very well with this residential area, with decent and simple clothes, a dignified face, and excellent self-cultivation, just like every Frenchman who takes care of himself.

Arthur Rimbaud seemed to see the faint light of the other person, and the sense of déjà vu of serving the heavenly father all his life and being merciful was serious.

Arthur Rimbaud did not dare to speak out, but whispered: "Is he religious?"

The corner of Julian's mouth twitched: "I don't believe it."

Appearance is too confusing, anyone who has seen Voltaire will think so.

Voltaire was a deist.

The statement of the messenger sent by God to save the world is all fallacy, and Voltaire hates the prejudice of religiousism the most.

Arthur Rimbaud asked again: "So there are other beliefs?"

Julian raised his forehead: "His belief is himself."

When Arthur Rimbaud first heard it, he said "wow". Few people firmly believe in their own hearts and beliefs!

Voltaire came, there were four seats at a table, Voltaire chose and sat next to Arthur Rimbaud.The noise of the cafe stopped, Arthur Rimbaud felt the air was fresh, Voltaire knowingly asked: "My two friends, did I disturb your date?"

Julian was lukewarm: "No, we are waiting for you."

Julian saw Voltaire sitting directly next to Arthur Rimbaud, but not sitting next to himself, and the malice belonging to "Rousseau" welled up in his heart.

Arthur Rimbaud didn't pay attention to Julian's inner change, and exchanged names with Voltaire. Arthur Rimbaud exclaimed: "Voltaire?!"

Julian's clenched fist hardened indiscernibly.

- Not even a pseudonym!

Voltaire laughed: "Do you know me?"

Arthur Rimbaud hesitated for a second, combined with the first sense the other party gave him, and asked curiously: "Are there two Voltaires in France?"

Voltaire said: "Probably not, it is not ruled out that there will be in the future."

Arthur Rimbaud became excited. Who doesn't know the name of Voltaire, the sage's influence on history is indisputable, he is the thinker who led the French Enlightenment in the eighteenth century, known as "the conscience of Europe".Arthur Rimbaud was born half a hundred years later than Voltaire in history, so he had no chance to meet him, but he saw his statue in France.

At this moment, the Voltaire counterpart in front of him was much more handsome, but equally soft, with no obvious edges and corners in his facial features, and he was extremely amiable.

Arthur Rimbaud called Julian again and again: "Julian, how do you know this Mr. Voltaire?"

Julian stared at Voltaire indiscriminately: "I knew him when I was a child. Don't tell the outside world. He is a troublesome man now."

Arthur Rimbaud agreed: "No problem!"

When it comes to Voltaire, another person who has to be mentioned is Rousseau.

Historically, the relationship between the two has been rocky.

Arthur Rimbaud didn't think of Julian at all. The difference was so great that no one in the nineteenth century would have thought of it. He asked casually, "Mr. Voltaire, do you know Rousseau?"

Voltaire's eyes were bent into crescents, and he said in front of the original owner: "Yes, I have a very good relationship with Rousseau."

Arthur Rimbaud asked a few more questions, all from the perspective of an outsider, without asking whether the other party was a transcendent.

Yes, so what?

No, so what?

Arthur Rimbaud was not a fan of Voltaire. From a historical point of view, Voltaire's status surpassed Dumas, Balzac and other popular literature writers, and he was the king of French thought.

Voltaire and Rousseau are as famous, and there are only a handful of people who can be compared with them in the whole of France. How can the latecomers not look up to them.

Julian silently packed the chess pieces and acted as a background board.

Arthur Rimbaud chatted enthusiastically with Voltaire, and mentioned the not-so-excellent French literary world. Voltaire agreed with Rimbaud's statement: "The French literary world has no one to support it since the death of Balzac."

Among these French transcenders, only Balzac has written books, and the others have all abandoned their pens and joined the army, and have not been involved in the field of literature.

Afterwards, Voltaire and Arthur Rimbaud discussed Shakespeare's operas. Voltaire criticized Shakespeare as an English entertainer who liked to contrast the noble and the humble, and gained Arthur Rimbaud's approval with rational concepts.They explored deeply from opera, switched to poetry, and then switched from poetry to philosophy and contemporary novels at will.

Voltaire, who lived in the wild world of the literary world, quickly absorbed what Arthur Rimbaud said, integrated his own ideas, his eyes sparkled, and he made friends on the spot, wanting to exchange mobile phone numbers.

Julian coughed and pulled Arthur Rimbaud to his side, half-truthfully jealous: "Madam, you ignored me."

Arthur Rimbaud knew something was wrong, and touched Julian's head: "Julian should read more, so we can talk together."

Julian: "..."

Surprise flashed across Voltaire's face when he heard the title "Madame", and then he looked at Arthur Rimbaud with a little more kindness.

"You...is this a private life?"

"Yes! Julian and I have no parents, and he is my only husband in France! I love him the most!"

Arthur Rimbaud stood up and defended Julian's family status, swearing that the male prostitute was the husband.

Voltaire gave Julian a quick, sly look.

Julian's heart skipped a beat.

Then, he heard Voltaire propose to the two.

"As Julian's friend, I congratulate you. Before I came, I considered that you might be very in love with each other. I asked a jewelry designer friend to ask him to spare the time. This is his business card."

Voltaire, who was watched everywhere and depended on Jacques Rousseau to turn a blind eye, actually took out someone else's business card.

"You're welcome, I wish you a happy Valentine's Day."

Voltaire assisted a friend once.

Arthur Rimbaud took the jewelry designer's business card and looked at it.

Suddenly, Arthur Rimbaud realized the reason for giving the card, glanced at Julian, and thanked Voltaire awkwardly.

In this way, Voltaire avoided the possibility of Julien taking out the ring rashly and being rejected by Arthur Rimbaud.

Julien sent Voltaire away, and his blood pressure went up and down.

Jacques Rousseau hated Voltaire.

As Julian, he did not deliberately dislike Voltaire.

When he came back, Julian still remembered what Voltaire had said to him before, his expression was complicated, and he really wanted to bury him alive.

[Although I don't agree with your sexual fetish, I will defend to the death your right to be a male prostitute. 】

【roll! 】

……

February [-]th, French Valentine's Day.

In the famous town of St. Valentine, Julian was wearing a chocolate-colored suit, a milky-white shirt, and a red bow tie, just like a French gentleman from a chocolate factory in a fairy tale.

He was holding a bouquet of delicate roses.

At the intersection of the subway station, he got down on one knee to Arthur Rimbaud.

"Madam, please accept my love for you."

"—Julian!"

Arthur Rimbaud had expected it a long time ago, but still couldn't help but look left and right, for fear that his stinky brother would come out from a certain corner.

After confirming that there is no danger.

Arthur Rimbaud took the roses with joy.

At the same time, he pulled Julian's coat pocket, found the velvet gift box, opened it, and put the ring on himself.

"Well, the style is pretty nice."

His actions caused Julian's flow to go awry.

Julian said softly, "You should let me put it on for you."

Arthur Rimbaud showed off his ring and replied without thinking: "There are 'should' and 'should not' in this world, they are mediocre mediocrity, only I 'like' and 'dislike'!"

Arthur Rimbaud hung on Julian's back, letting him carry him like a giant koala.

He has no family in France.

If you spoil him, Julian is the only one who gives him gifts.

"Julian, we are newlyweds! I like sweeter chocolate, and rose scent for aromatherapy. I want to see your thong tonight!"

"Ma'am... Don't you wear it?"

Julian looked indulgent, and the words that came out of his mouth were tricky.

Arthur Rimbaud bit Julian's cheek with his mouth open.

Like chewing on chocolate.

"I want you!"

……

Thank you, Julian.

I've never enjoyed Valentine's Day, not even once.