Cos Verlaine's I crossed

after get off work.

Lan Tang went to the underground parking lot and drove away from the headquarters of the port mafia.

His residence is some distance away from the Port Mafia.

As a quasi-cadre of the mafia, Lantang's black income will not be low. A few years ago, he bought himself a single-family villa with good privacy protection.He has no lovers or friends, and does not hire nannies or servants. He lives here alone. The villa is decorated in a cool European style, solemn and depressing.

Once at night, there are ghosts and shadows in the windows, the garden outside the window is deep and quiet, and the villa has the atmosphere of a horror movie.

The fireplace in the living room is burning with a strong flame, and it makes a "cracking" sound from time to time. The high-tech products and the fireplace work together to make the living room warm, and the ceiling above is extremely high, and the huge crystal chandelier casts bright light.

It rained a lot in June, Lan Tang didn't finish a book for a long time, and when he opened the next book, he heard thunder and pouring rain outside.

Lan Tang continued to read the book in his hand.

This is a book introducing tourist destinations in France. Paris, Lyon, Marseille, Bordeaux and other cities are all in it. He is looking for a sense of familiarity.

Although he judged himself to be French, one should not be too confident until his memory is incomplete. What if he is a French immigrant or a European disguised as France?It may be a bit of a mouthful to say, but he actually suspected that he was a European spy who smuggled into Japan during the war, and lost contact with his superiors after losing his memory.

Outside, the rain was getting heavier, the night was thick, and the glass windows were blurred.

A bolt of lightning struck down, and the sky suddenly turned white.

The figure of Lan Tang sitting on the sofa is a little lonely and pale, like a banana leaf covered with frost, surrounded by a barren land, and he can't see anyone similar to himself. He hasn't gotten any cards in the book cafe for a while .

"Am I abandoned?"

"Can I go back to my home country?"

"Eight years ago, what exactly happened, why can't I remember..."

Lan Tang reached out and picked up a black hat beside the sofa.

The hat is old.

No matter how much he maintains it, he can't let it return to its brand new appearance eight years ago. Only the "Rimbaud" embroidered on it gives him a sense of reality.

"My name is Rimbaud."

Lan Tang murmured, telling the cognitions that the French government would be dumbfounded.

If he hadn't been so cautious, but went back to France directly and asked the French government for help, he would have been able to return to his status as a French transcender.

transcendent.

That is, the top dozens of supernatural power users in the world.

Every transcendent is a valuable talent of the country, and their number is the standard for measuring the top strength of a supernatural power.

Suddenly, the villa lost power in the rainstorm.

The fireplace in the living room became the only source of light.

Normal people would be afraid, but Lan Tang, who is used to living alone, just raised his head slightly and frowned. Because he has a high demand for heating, he has always been most worried about power outages. The villa has specially installed a backup power supply that will be turned on automatically.

Lan Tang put down his book and walked to the computer room of the backup power supply. Before he took a few steps, the flame in the fireplace seemed to be suppressed by an invisible substance, and it was extinguished with a "huh". His eyes were instantly dark, and he couldn't see his fingers.

Lan Tang stopped where he was, and asked doubtfully, "The enemy has sneaked into my house?"

This is obviously an abnormal phenomenon. Generally speaking, someone is causing damage.

[If it is an enemy, then kill it. 】

Lan Tang was extremely calm.

Lan Tang, who has shown the strength of a quasi-cadre outside, has hidden his strength over the years far surpassing everyone in the port mafia.

The so-called "tip of the iceberg" is probably the case.

Lan Tang, who sentenced the visitor to death, was so lazy that he didn't even take off the earmuffs to improve his hearing acuity.He wrapped his arms around his shoulders, shrinking from the cold, looking around with tired eyes, every move seemed to tell the enemy in the dark: show up quickly, if you don't show up, I'm about to freeze to death.

Then, he got his wish.

Beside the window, a dark shadow appeared in the dim environment.

The other party sneaked into the villa without a sound and walked towards him, his waist moved slightly, the coat of his clothes was draped over his shoulders, and the leather shoes made a distinct sound when they stepped on the floor tiles.

One word: arrogant.

Lan Tang: "...?"

The visitor said slowly, "Don't turn around."

Lan Tang froze, his pupils constricted as if being electrocuted, and the young voice of the other party gave him an unprecedented sense of familiarity.

The alarm of the mind is sounded.

acquaintance!

acquaintance!

People who knew him in the past finally came to him!

The visitor said, "If you turn around, I will leave right away."

Lan Tang restrained the thought of turning around, he couldn't see people clearly in this environment.His body was trembling, cold sweat overflowed from his forehead and rolled down the side of his nose, he couldn't tell whether it was because he was afraid of the cold or his body was waiting for this person to appear.

who is it?Who is it—is it the person who sent me the card?

Lan Tang's mind is much more complicated and sensitive than ordinary people, but he is afraid that the other party will leave unreasonably if he makes a slight move.

the more you hope, the harder you fall.

Lan Tang kept quiet.

Arthur Rimbaud walked behind Lan Tang smoothly, and was not attacked by the supernatural power, which was much better than the expected resistance.This is also an expression of self-confidence. Lan Tang is sure to expose his back and save his life.

Arthur Rimbaud took advantage of the night to hide his face, which made him unable to see the other party's expression in the dark.With a vague feeling, he was sure that he was actually taller than Lan Tang.

This is good news.

He didn't want to be shorter than Lan Tang.

Arthur Rimbaud tentatively picked up the other party's long hair. The hair was resilient and curled into a big roll. He put it in front of his nose and smelled it. The smell was very clean.

A "Nie Yuan" object who stands there with his back to you, ready to be caught.

The entanglement of the two worlds, Lan Wei, became entangled.

He hugged Lan Tang from behind.

French men's bodies are still the same, much harder than women's bodies, but Arthur Rimbaud has avoided this feeling for many years.

—Man and man.

Lan Tang looked at the person from the corner of his eyes, even though he couldn't see anything clearly, there was a little bloodshot on his pale cheeks, and he absorbed the warmth of the other person's chest in the hug.

His body, his soul... are cheering, yearning for this hug.

He didn't want to push the man away.

Lan Tang spurned himself: [What's wrong with you! 】

Lan Tang maintained his composure, the body that let go of his defenses had already betrayed him, he kept analyzing his psychological changes, trying to find out the relationship between the two, even though the relationship was about to be revealed clearly.

"We don't need to see each other clearly." Lan Tang heard the people behind say cynically, and then, the last faint light... was blocked by the curtain.

A trace of romance in a tight embrace pervaded the darkness.

Arthur Rimbaud's strangeness to Lantang melted in this moment.No matter how many plans and pranks there are, nothing can compare to the karma in the dark. There is an old saying in China that if you cultivate for a hundred years, you can cross the same boat, and if you cultivate for a thousand years, you can sleep together.

"Your superpower is called 'color painting collection'."

"Um……"

Lan Tang responded softly, and asked softly, "Where's yours?"

Arthur Rimbaud said: "I don't know."

Lan Tang followed his reaction and said, "Why don't you know?"

"Probably because I don't want to follow the trend. Everyone has names with supernatural powers, so I just don't choose one." Arthur Rimbaud joked.

Lan Tang heard that his Japanese had a Tokyo accent, leaned back slightly, and asked in exchange: "Do you speak French?"

"Yes, I can speak many languages." Arthur Rimbaud switched to French with a Paris accent, English with a London accent, German, Russian, and Spanish, and deliberately played smoke bombs.His hands were restless on Lan Tang's waist, testing each other, of course he wanted to get Lan Tang's body information.

Lan Tang felt the opponent's hand unbuttoning his windbreaker, one by one, under the opponent's fingertips.The man's hands stuck into the clothes, the fingertips were cold, and the palm to the wrist was warm—half-hand gloves.

Lan Tang suddenly shuddered, through the shirt, the chest was touched for the first time, and the other was a man of the same gender.

His chest muscles were pinched.

The thin shirt couldn't stop the teasing hand.

"Who are you?" Lan Tang always cared about this question.

"You don't move, I'll tell you." Arthur Rimbaud is a normal French man, he will take advantage if he has an advantage, he will hook up if he has sexual interest, and he has the idea of ​​instant gratification in his mind.What's more, he was determined to take down Lantang and wipe out "himself" Baiyanlang's history of betrayal.

Arthur Rimbaud calculated that they had "knowledge" for more than a week.

Is there any foreshadowing that should be there?

The two Frenchmen looked at each other, and it was very reasonable to enter the next ring.

The man behind led Lan Tang towards the sofa.

Before the fire was extinguished and only the remaining warmth remained, Lan Tang wondered, would this person want to sit on the sofa and talk to him?

In the next second, he understood what the other party was going to do.

His coat was taken off, and the man wrapped his hands around his waist, struggling to undo the rope buckle on the girdle, and took it off one by one.

Lan Tang's thoughts flowed quickly, and he declined politely, "It's so cold."

"Is it really that cold?" The person behind asked softly, hugged Lan Tang a little tighter, and put his palms on Lan Tang's lower abdomen.

Lan Tang's back was pressed against the chest of a man who was similar in size to his own. Even though he didn't want to admit it, Lan Tang was reluctant to part with this hug, and couldn't resist it.

The Japanese are too conservative.

No one in the port mafia pursued him.

No, even if someone pursues him, he won't agree, because he can't find someone who can warm him, not because he is conceited, but because the port mafia has a cold heart, and most people don't want to be the one who gives warmth.

Lan Tang quickly judged the height and shape of the person behind him.

The visitor was a man who was slightly taller than himself, no peculiar smell, no perfume smell, about 185cm-195cm tall, wearing a men's suit and tie, well-proportioned, with good muscles in his arms, sexual orientation...male?

Lan Tang said expectantly: "I want to see your face."

The real appearance of the other party hooked his curiosity like a hook and made him emotionally active.

"Lie down, I'll let you have a good look." Arthur Rimbaud laid Lantang flat on the sofa, with his face close to his, breathing clearly, fulfilling his promise to show it to others, "Any angle is fine. "

Lan Tang tried his best to make himself able to see at night, cupping the opponent's cheek with both hands, but he couldn't break through the visual barrier no matter what.

The night is so annoying.

"You are lying, I want to turn on the light..." Lan Tang wanted to be angry, but he couldn't really get angry at this person.There was an ecstasy that couldn't be ignored in his heart, like a dead spring coming to life, pouring out an endless stream of strong emotions, as if his indifference in the port mafia for so many years was an illusion.

Is it love?

Did he love this man in the past?

Arthur Rimbaud grabbed his hands and put the other's palms on his face. At this moment, he was like a god hiding his true face under the night, facing mortals, he didn't bother to tell his uniqueness.

"What do I look like, come and touch me."

"Must be your favorite!"

Lan Tang really got serious and touched the other person's cheeks, chin, bridge of nose, and lips. Every detail was impeccable, like a darling created by God. Lan Tang sketched the outline of an illusory man in his mind—this man His appearance is extremely handsome.

The man's nose is straight, his lips are raised, his cheeks have a wonderful texture like nephrite jade, his skin is extremely good, and the darkness is filled with youthful hormonal breath, which makes Lantang's heart flutter, and a thought pops up in his mind .

[He has grown up and is more manly than before. 】

At this moment, Lan Tang's DNA moved.

What is "love at first sight"?

That was about it—the heat in his palms, dispelling the cold that had been struggling for eight years.

"Am I good-looking?" Arthur Rimbaud's eyebrows and eyes were pure and lustful, full of cunning that Lan Tang couldn't see, and he returned to the flying spirit of his youth, "You sleep with me once, and I will tell you your name " He grabbed Lan Tang's index finger, rolled his tongue, and ground his teeth finely, numbing Lan Tang's nerves.

The way to quickly gain trust is to have an intimate relationship!

Arthur Rimbaud had many goals in contacting Lantang, such as canceling the international arrest warrant, making up for his betrayal, and living better, etc., but in the end... he believed in Lantang's character, and he was willing to let himself go again "Stupid" once, falling into a doomed relationship, breaking the vow not to touch a man for the rest of his life.

He has tasted the bitterness of love, shed tears, and hated that person's hesitation.Now, he wants to see if there is a second ending between Rimbaud and Verlaine without a wife and worldly constraints.

Lan Tang's body has been lonely for many years, and he shrank slightly.

As a European, he is not conservative by nature, but he has learned to be reserved under the influence of Japanese society.

Lan Tang's calm soul was dragged into the chaotic world by the opponent, all the cells in his body were consciously excited, trying to counter-press the opponent, but unfortunately he was held down by the shoulder and pushed back on the sofa.

Before his lips touched, Lan Tang heard a whisper that seemed to come from the ethereal world.

"In this world, only you are willing to let me lie."

Arthur Rimbaud has substituted the past and the identity of this world, which contains indescribable complexity and entanglement.

--Who are you?

This question has different answers on both sides.

Arthur Rimbaud: [Another of my own, single and unmarried lover with good character. 】

Lan Tang: [Before amnesia, the person who had a deep bond with me. 】

Lan Tang's heart is sour, this is the old love that people in the world say is unforgettable, and even if you lose your memory, you will not be indifferent.

He was bewitched by this stranger.

Like a moth to a flame, knowing it shouldn't be... but couldn't help it.

One night of absurdity.

……