Cos Verlaine's I crossed

At the end of February, the vacation ended and the two returned to Paris.

Julian quietly opened his eyes and looked at the person next to the pillow. Arthur Rimbaud's sleeping face was sweet, exhausted by night life.Half of the opponent's body was pressed against him, and the long leg was exposed under the air, the honey color was uniform, only the creaking socket and the inner thigh remained snow white.

It's just an ordinary double bed, the sheets are new, the paint is peeling off at both ends, Julien failed to give Arthur Rimbaud a rich life, they lie here, worse than the French middle class .

It is this peace of mind in the ordinary that brings them together here.

Julian's fingers grabbed Arthur Rimbaud's ring-wearing hand. The five fingers were slender and limp, and thoughts of reluctance to move appeared in his mind.

It's a pity to go to work.

No matter how good Arthur Rimbaud is, one always has to hold on.

Julian kissed Arthur Rimbaud's right hand, and gently moved Arthur Rimbaud's upper body away. His shoulders were numb, but there was no serious problem, but it was Arthur Rimbaud who was entangled with him. Legs are a bit of a hassle.

"Julian... don't go..."

Arthur Rimbaud is talking in his sleep, Julian's face is full of distress, if he doesn't go, he will be late, madam, you can't infect me with your procrastination!

Ten minutes later, Julian hurried out the door.

He ran several blocks before disappearing in a car on the side of the road.

In the car, the driver was concentrating on driving. Julian pressed the button of the rear seat shield, took off his clothes, kicked off his shoes, and used the blood-invigorating, odorless special medicine to eliminate the hickey on his neck, and changed into his usual rigorous attire for work.

Then, Julian reached out and wiped his face.

The supernatural disguise shook like water waves, leaving no trace, and he peeled off a mask that was as transparent as thin wings.

This mask was made by a French supernatural technician, and the quantity is very limited.

The visor was lowered, and the person who reappeared was Jacques Rousseau, a senior official of the French government, a top transcendent in Europe, and the Minister of State who advocated "people's sovereignty".Because of his ideology and determination to improve children's education and cultivate all-round talents, he has a high support rate in France, and he has a great tendency to become the next head of state candidate.

Even so, the French transcenders defaulted to not getting involved in the position of head of state, and reserved this position for people with non-supernatural abilities, making the head of state a bridge between the two sides.

They bowed to the will of the people.

It is the ultimate desire of this society not to want violence and to hope for equality.

In this way, from the perspective of the French people outside, no matter how powerful people with supernatural abilities are, they must obey the management of the country and must accept the order of the head of state.With these transcendents who have experienced wars and see through interests and power, the spiritual civilization of France is developing in a good direction.

Except—certain black sheep who are not virtuous enough.

Jacques Rousseau twisted his neck, beat his shoulders with his hands, and told the driver: "Pick up Charles Baudelaire later, if he is more than 10 minutes late for work, you can directly report him for being lazy. "

The driver heard the sound from the back seat, nodded, peeked at the mirror from the corner of his eye, and found that Mr. Rousseau's shoulders were not feeling well today.

"Sir, would you like to make an appointment for a Chinese massage?"

"Need not."

The person who can pick up Jacques Rousseau is undoubtedly a diehard, and it is impossible for Jacques Rousseau to play Julian alone for many years.

The office building of the Minister of State, Charles Baudelaire didn't know that he was approaching the end of the month, and the next month's bonus would be gone.He was picked up by the driver, thinking that he was going to discuss the education of people with supernatural powers with Jacques Rousseau, who was inspired, and thought that the other party could also serve as the Minister of National Education.

"Mr. Rousseau, where did you travel during the holidays?"

Charles Baudelaire seemed not afraid of the cold, wearing thin and breathable clothes, completely different from his students, exuding a sense of spring fashion in advance.

Jacques Rousseau stretched out his hand not to hit the smiling man, and responded: "I went to the surrounding cities of Paris, and did not travel abroad."

After Charles Baudelaire sat down, he touched Jacques Rousseau's big golden wave curls around his ears. There were holes in the earlobe under the hair, but he did not wear earrings, complying with the appearance requirements of government officials.

Jacques Rousseau held the newly printed paper in his hand. The paper was still hot, and after confirming that it was correct, he handed it to Charles Baudelaire: "Look."

Charles Baudelaire took the paper, and his smile immediately changed.

"I'm suspected of fraud?!"

It was written on the paper that the amount of fraud was [-] francs!

"A mere [-] francs, is it worth my fraud?" Charles Baudelaire said disdainfully, "Which sinister person reported me?"

Jacques Rousseau knew that the other party did not keep accounts and had a bad talent of forgetting everything when he spent it. He said indifferently: "Let me remind you, you pretended to be the Parisian teacher Georges Izambal and borrowed money from the brother of the other student's student."

Charles Baudelaire was stunned when the key words were touched, and then he realized: "Can what you love and what I want be called a fraud?"

Charles Baudelaire threw out a copy of his communication records with Georges Izanbal. He was well-prepared and did not rashly borrow the identity of others. Before he did something, he must have thought about his own way out.

"Don't quibble, Georges Izanbal didn't agree with you to use your identity to swindle money?" Jacques Rousseau asked Charles Baudelaire, "Charles, if you lack money, go to your lover. Do you have an opinion, do you want Georges Izanbal to appear and have a face-to-face conversation with you? You can afford this embarrassment, and the Paris Commune can't afford it!"

Charles Baudelaire refused to plead guilty: "At worst, I will make up an IOU!"

Jacques Rousseau sneered: "IOUs? Your Baudelaire's IOUs can fill drawers and wardrobes."

Charles Baudelaire flinched: "How can there be such an exaggeration."

Jacques Rousseau spread his hands: "When will you return the money to your colleagues?"

Being demanded face to face, Charles Baudelaire fidgeted and went to see Jacques Rousseau resentfully: [Can you treat me as a relief? 】

Jacques Rousseau said: "This matter involves Paul Verlaine. If you continue to quibble, I will let Paul Verlaine come over."

Charles Baudelaire's back turned cold. Paul Verlaine hated him. If Paul Verlaine knew that he cheated...ah bah, he borrowed money from the other brother, he would probably cause trouble on the spot.

Not right!

Arthur Rimbaud is a rich man, if a stranger borrows money from him, he will borrow [-] francs if he says so, how can he care about it? !

Charles Baudelaire said euphemistically: "Why do you make such a fuss, let him come to me about the loan issue between me and Arthur Rimbaud, he didn't mention it when he came to the Paris Commune last time It means you don't care."

Jacques Rousseau gazes at the thick skin of Charles Baudelaire.

"Charles, you should lead by example."

"...This is a personal grievance. He didn't know me, but he said he wanted to spit on me. I was so angry that I borrowed some money from him."

Charles Baudelaire was discouraged and confessed his bad behavior.

However, you expect him to spit it out after eating it?

impossible!

The end of every month is the poorest!

Jacques Rousseau understood what Charles Baudelaire meant, it was okay to apologize, but it was impossible to pay back the money. Anyway, Arthur Rimbaud didn't care about the money.

Jacques Rousseau had to make a big fuss to make the other party remember.

"Charles, stand up and face the flag of France."

"what?"

Charles Baudelaire subconsciously stood up, facing the blue, white and red national flag, Jacques Rousseau went around the desk, took down a pointer hanging on the wall, and directly whipped the most brazen old man in France .

Charles Baudelaire escaped the false first whip, failed to escape the tricky angle of the second whip, his buttocks were whipped, and he screamed. He hadn't been injured for many years, and was horrified to find that Jacques Rousseau had moved. Really.

Jacques Rousseau was full of black air, held the pointer, and threw all the bank bills on Charles Baudelaire's head, saying one by one.

"A large number of debt collections from the bank, do you think that you will be fine if you block the phone? The vacancy fees, water and electricity bills of hundreds of luxury houses, the parking fees of many yachts, the maintenance fees of private jets, the IOUs of colleagues, and the charges of impersonating others Fraud—you Charles Baudelaire are a social moth!"

It is not as expensive to raise a nuclear warhead as Charles Baudelaire!

Spiritual transcendents are precious and precious. They are usually the spear and shield to protect national intelligence. Who knows that the other party's money is getting more and more out of control!

Today, Jacques Rousseau acts for the heavens.

"No matter how many losses you have avoided for the country and how many people's properties have been protected, this is not a reason for not paying back the money you owe!"

"Snapped--!!!"

The sound of the next whip breaking through the air appeared.

In the end, Charles Baudelaire walked out of the office in shame and indignation, his face darkened, and he promised to make up the bank's arrears within one day, and return Arthur Rimbaud's [-] francs in full.

As for his colleagues' money, allow him to delay for a few more days.

In desperation, Charles Baudelaire had no time to trouble others, so he ran to his mother immediately.At the suggestion of his mother, Charles Baudelaire quickly sold some long-unused mansions, yachts, and wineries, and dumped them to the next users.

At an early age, Charles Baudelaire was disgraced.

Victor Hugo heard that he was actively repaying the debt and offered to lend money to the other party. Charles Baudelaire was ruthless and had no idea of ​​gratitude. Victor Hugo added: "I To respect your face is not to humiliate you with money, so you must write me an IOU."

Charles Baudelaire almost burst into tears.

You use money to humiliate me!

Charles Baudelaire didn't dare to lose face anymore, his bones softened, and he cried out that he was already selling the house, and Victor Hugo let him go, and Charles Baudelaire had to tear down the east wall to make up for the west wall to make up for it. Gather most of the money.

When Charles Baudelaire's stepfather learned of this, he sneered: "That libertine finally knows how to pay back the money?"

A fraud that left Charles Baudelaire even more empty.

Arthur Rimbaud saw Mr. Georges Izanbal again, who was pale and in a trance, more like bankruptcy than bankruptcy.Arthur Rimbaud frowned, and took the initiative to care about the other party's financial pressure: "Mr. Yizangbal, has your family's debt situation improved? Do you need me to lend you another sum?"

Charles Baudelaire trembled, took out the money and stuffed it: "No, no! This is the [-] francs you lent me, and I will return it to you in full. Don't come to me again—I There is no money to compensate you!"

France's "Flower of Evil" wants to cry but has no tears.

Who would have known that a small incident could trigger a full-blown crash?

Mr. Rousseau is too serious! !

On the other hand, Jacques Rousseau is talking to Victor Hugo, telling him not to favor Baudelaire too much: "If you don't teach Charles Baudelaire a lesson, he will never know the word 'pay back' how to write."

Victor Hugo reprimanded: "But you can't beat people with your hands."

Jacques Rousseau raised his eyebrows: "Did I hit it? Has anyone seen it?" A shrewd politician is good at getting rid of unnecessary troubles and using them in reverse, "You are all hearsay, have you checked Charles' body?"

Victor Hugo: "...no checks."

Jacques Rousseau bowed his head to work: "You are a veteran of thousands of flowers, what are you afraid of Charles Baudelaire, he treats you hot and cold, you feel very owed? Let me tell you the truth, Charles Baudelaire Lyle just has a bad temper, his mouth is not so hard, and he is born to understand the essence of eating soft food, when you check him, come to me again."

Victor Hugo retreated in embarrassment.

After a busy day, cleaning up internal corruption, Jacques Rousseau got off work on time and left with his briefcase.

In the evening, Julian turned into the husband of the family and looked at Arthur Rimbaud who was counting money on the sofa with a funny face. The other party had suffered from poverty, and it was not that he really didn't care about money, but wanted to give money to those in need.

"Ma'am, do you plan to use the money for something?"

"Let me think about—"

Arthur Lambert, long-term memories emerge, the Paris Commune once made a great contribution to France. They paid attention to education, raised teachers' salaries and social benefits, and opened up a good educational concept...

"Ah, the money is still not enough. The future of France is in the hands of the French themselves." Arthur Rimbaud spread the banknotes and stopped consuming his brain cells. "Donate my little money to the orphanage!"

Julian asked carefully: "Which orphanage?"

Arthur Rimbaud was depressed, he was a foreigner in France: "I don't know about the local orphanage, Julien help me decide!"

Julian gave an encouraging smile: "Okay."

Not only agreed to help, Julian promised Arthur Rimbaud: "I promise to make every penny of yours worthwhile."

Arthur Rimbaud played with the banknotes, almost forgetting that he owed Julian money.Julian walked to the living room with the dinner plate, put back the money given out by the other party, and reminded: "It's agreed that I will support you."

Arthur Rimbaud grimaced, "Julian, you speak this like a rich man!"

Julian said amusedly: "If I were a rich man in France, would you be happy?"

Arthur Rimbaud replied: "No."

Julian froze.

Arthur Rimbaud opened his arms, "This Julian is the best man, I don't need another Julian!"

——You don’t need to feel inferior, and I don’t need to be proud.

- We are equal!