Cos Verlaine's I crossed

Marseille, the temperature is pleasant.

The orchids of the valley have sprouted buds and have not yet grown buds. It seems that you can smell the fragrance of orchids all over the city in May in March.

In the early morning, Julian became an elegant and charming Parisian woman, wearing a lady's cap covered with black gauze, covering her short hair, earrings with pearls, wearing a black dress with a backless back, and a snow-white waistcoat.

The hickey marks on "her" body are faintly visible, the legs under the skirt are very eye-catching, the legs are beautifully long, and she is wearing eight centimeter stiletto heels.

Julian bids farewell to his lover.

Before boarding the ship, Arthur Rimbaud was reluctant to part with "her".

He didn't have an identity certificate, and he had no way to take planes and trains. Paris is an inland city. They came to Marseille's sea port again and booked a boat to smuggle out.

When they came to this city again, the mentality of the two was very different.

"This is our agreement to spend the winter in Paris together. From now on, you have to take care of yourself, remember to brush your teeth every night, wash your underwear and socks separately, and replace them with new ones if you want to be lazy..."

Julian fastened the bow tie of Rimbaud's shirt, just like a newlyweds, expressing concern, both of them felt that they had had a wonderful love.

The images of the two complement each other on the outside.

The blond man is handsome, and the short-haired woman is perfect.

Julian's thoughtfulness is not only reflected in this aspect, he exhorted: "If you feel lonely, don't be afraid of meeting the wrong person. If you like it, go for it bravely. Most people find their belonging after going through multiple relationships."

Arthur Rimbaud hugged Julian affectionately, his hands did not let go of his waist, it was a feeling sublimated from intense sex.

He remembered Julian's words and believed in the judgment of the other party.

Because this person will not harm him like a family member.

"This is a custom-made gift based on the orchid of the valley last May." Julian pinned the metal brooch of the orchid of the valley to the other party's skirt to give the other party something of homesickness. Faguo people always like to give others the orchid of the valley.

Arthur Rimbaud murmured: "I smell flowers."

Julian smiled: "I put a little of its essential oil on it, it has a sleep-promoting effect, and the smell will disappear tomorrow."

Arthur Rimbaud rested his head on the hollow of Julian's neck.

"Zhu... Li... Ann..."

Julian's heart is swollen, how can he not satisfy this dependence, not borrow power and position, know a transcendent with a humble and weak identity, and let the other party become his temporary spouse.

Interactions between people transcend social class.

Julian is willing to invest emotionally and understands rationally that it is over.

"Don't lose it." Julian said tender words: "Come on, it's time to board the ship, use it to accompany you instead of me."

Arthur Rimbaud demanded: "Will Julian miss me?"

Julian said: "Yes, people with blond hair and blue eyes will definitely think of you, and people who love pizza will definitely think of you."

Arthur Rimbaud hugged Julian once, and stuffed Julian with a letter, asking "she" to pass it on to the leader of the Paris Society.

Then, he let go of his hand.

Carrying the suitcase and running for a few steps, Arthur Rimbaud felt that he was really a free and easy traveler, always on the way of sailing, and only occasionally stopped.

He became greedy again, and didn't want to make a clean break, so he shyly shouted to Julian from the air: "I'll come back to see you when I have a chance!"

Julian watched the other party board the ship, and said insignificantly, "Who knows how long it will take you to come to France..."

Men's words are not reliable.

Julian has seen too many people who make promises and forget them in a blink of an eye.

The scenery outside is so beautiful, and the opponent is an unrestrained and strong man, facing countless temptations.

Rimbaud will not stay for Julian, and Julian—only the night in Paris is the male whore Julian.

Julian didn't break Arthur Rimbaud's innocence. The man's whims have always been charming, and it's good to keep it forever.

"She" stands still in the port.

The wind blew the hem of the black dress.

Until the sound of the whistle left the coast, the smuggling ship carrying Rimbaud's ideal and future took away this unique traveler.

Julian tore open the seal of the letter in his hand, and raised his lipsticked lips, seeing Rimbaud's scruples about his own safety in the letter.

With the character of Charles Baudelaire, after receiving this letter, he will indeed take care of a male prostitute.

That person's tolerance is not bad.

Baudelaire, Lantang, Voltaire, Hugo, Arthur Rimbaud prepared four layers of protection for Julian, for fear that Paul Verlaine would come to eliminate his brother's cohabitation partner in Paris .

Julien had no intention of handing over the letter to the Paris Commune.

He didn't need anyone's protection.

After Rimbaud left, the two had nothing to do with each other, and Julian would not wait his whole life for a word from a man.

Too stupid.

What's even more stupid is that Julian can't start a new life right away.

Julian felt a slight sense of burnout, unplugged the calling card, and turned off the mobile phone used to pick up customers: "In the next two months, I will have a good rest, concentrate on my daytime work, and forget Rimbaud."

When the orchids of the valley bloom in May, the fragrance of the flowers will take away all your troubles.

Summer can cover the melancholy of winter and spring.

……

Arthur Rimbaud was not very secure on board.

The stability of the smuggling boat was poor, the room would shake, and the environment was not very good. From time to time there would be the sound of other people's footsteps outside the door.

Less than an hour into the journey, Artille Rimbaud's sixth sense went awry, and he twice sensed that Julian was just outside the door, sneaking aboard, ready to surprise himself.That person likes himself, from a special industry, it is easier than normal people to abandon their homeland.

He quickly opened the door, showing a smiling face, and what he saw was not the Julian he was thinking of, but the passing sailor.

The sailor was taken aback by him, and when he saw the smiling face, he lost his mind as if possessed by a demon.

"no."

Arthur Rimbaud was disappointed, he closed the door, and didn't look at other people's obsessions, and even disliked them. Julian was never so brainless.

His Julian is accidental and intelligent, a man of experience.

In addition, there is another point, especially hygiene!

"It's so boring. The speed of the smuggling ship is too slow. I'll fly away when I'm sure where I'm going tomorrow." Arthur Rimbaud opened a boundary map, lying on a slightly damp bed, dreaming about the future.

Gradually, he closed his eyes and recuperated.

Arthur Rimbaud's consciousness was hazy, he was half awake and half asleep, and suddenly he heard the sound of "Duk Tuk" knocking on the door.

"Who is it? The food delivery person?"

Arthur Rimbaud crawled out of bed and ran across barefoot.

He has learned to forget unnecessary expectations.

Unprepared, Arthur Rimbaud opened the door and saw Julian who had changed back into men's clothing. There was also an extra suitcase beside the other party, and there were bags containing passports and other documents on it.

"You, you... want to go wandering with me?"

Arthur Rimbaud's heart was pounding.

Julian looked down and saw his feet: "You don't wear shoes."

Arthur Rimbaud hurriedly went to put on his shoes by the bed, but was stopped by the other party again. Julian paid great attention to details: "Your socks are dirty, don't put them in your shoes, come here—sit down."

Arthur Rimbaud was drawn into a chair in the room and sat down.

Julian squatted halfway, and took off the other's thick socks with both hands. Rimbaud's skin was delicate, and the soles of his feet were long and thin, not rough at all.

On the contrary, the feet look good.

People who belong to the foot control will go to lick the type.

The man put on clean socks and shoes for Rimbaud, and Rimbaud became a glamorous handsome man again.

"I don't worry about you, you don't know how to take care of yourself."

"Uh……"

"Without me, you would be dumped even looking for a lover. Fortunately, I have no father or mother, and my work in Paris is not very important."

"Uh..." Arthur Rimbaud bit his lip.

"It's my luck to meet you, and it's your luck to meet me." Julian raised his head, and the big tears rolled down Arthur Rimbaud's eyes. Julian said, "Madam, You said you were going to a faraway place, can you take me wandering with you?"

【Mom, when it comes to marriage, I always want to say that even after I get married, I have to keep myself, travel, and live abroad. 】

[I should find someone who is willing to wander with me. 】

In the "Biography of Rimbaud", the older self wrote a letter to his mother. In the letter, there is no lack of prejudice against marriage, and he does not pursue the union of love.

At this time, Arthur Rimbaud was young and hopeful.

Find someone you love, this person must dare to give up everything to love yourself, and is willing to wander the world with him.

He found it.

Julian, who is a male prostitute, catches up.

"Don't cry."

Julian gazed tenderly at the sea of ​​self in Rimbaud's pupils.

"I'll be good to you—" Arthur Rimbaud's voice was trembling and incoherent, "I'll give you all the money, I'll give you my body and my soul, I'm beautiful, I used to Have written famous poems, can you love me for the rest of your life?"

Julian said, "Yes, ma'am."

Julian kissed his eyes, but Arthur Rimbaud wept harder, sniffed, and tried to grab Julian's hand, but in horror he couldn't.

Why a touch of air?

You promised to accompany me, you said you would wander with me, like a bohemian!We will reap joy and happiness on the journey!

"Julian! Julian!"

Arthur Rimbaud cried out: "You lied to me!"

wake up.

Arthur Rimbaud rolled out of bed, fell soberly, and completely lost the illusory Julian in front of him.

He found that the sky hadn't completely darkened yet, and there was still a chance for everything!

Julien could be in Marseille!

Arthur Rimbaud ignored the dignity due to the strong, found the mobile phone, and couldn't wait to dial the mobile phone number in the address book.

He wants to show weakness, he wants to use various means to keep Julian!

A few seconds of blind tone passed...

The other party shuts down.

After the two separated, Julian cut off their contact information.

Every country is very far away, and people's hearts are alienated with distance. Male prostitutes will have countless customers, and they will not guard themselves like jade for anyone.

——This means returning to our respective lives.

Arthur Rimbaud wailed.

After all, he is alone, and no one wanders with him.

A week later.

Paul Verlaine began looking frantically for his brother.

The first stop was to go to Japan. Paul Verlaine communicated with Hara in words, and Hara was able to answer a few words.

"Brother Rimbaud came to see me once and let me study with peace of mind. If I want to travel, I can go out alone."

Paul Verlaine: "He left us behind."

Yuan also scratched his head: "It can't be regarded as abandonment... At most, the trip of three people stopped, Brother Verlaine, don't be so overly affectionate, I heard that you are cruel to Mr. Phantom..."

How cruel it was, Yuan didn't know.

Arthur Rimbaud didn't speak ill of Verlaine, and Phantom also had some reservations, so Haruya's attitude towards Paul Verlaine remained unchanged.

Paul Verlaine was not good to others but good to his brothers.

good and bad.

Hara had to judge for herself.

Paul Verlaine asked: "Are you going to find him with me?"

Yuan also looked at him, for some reason, he saw the hope in Paul Verlaine's eyes, brother Verlaine is a lonely man.

"Wait, where is Mr. Lan Tang?"

"He works in France, and I made an agreement with him to go back once every six months, and I will go to him when he is on a long vacation."

"Oh, it turns out my sister-in-law hasn't been dumped."

Yuan also said what was in his heart, and a trace of satisfaction flashed across Paul Verlaine's face.

When he was with Lan Tang, he had the upper hand.

No problem, as long as his brother is on top!

Yuan was also distressed: "Brother, it's not impossible for you to go to Rimbaud, have you finished your studies?"

Paul Verlaine said: "No."

Yuan also thought it would be better to impress Rimbaud.

He told Verlaine about his reading suggestions, Paul Verlaine was surprised, and his relatives and friends also said the same thing. Could it be that my brother would have a good impression of him after graduating from university, thinking that he had changed his ways?

Paul Verlaine thought.

Even if you can skip a grade, it's a waste of time in school.

"Let me think about it..."

The elder brother's anger and younger brother's concern made the Assassin King shaken.

After visiting Haraya, Arthur Rimbaud, who was traveling in Russia, was cold-hearted. After saving a boy with a very unique name, he traveled around to relax.

There is a scar around the eye, and Gogol, who looks like a beautiful Russian boy, is bouncing around, with a silver braid behind his head.

He insisted that Rimbaud perform magic tricks to make the other party laugh once, in order to "repay" the other party for saving his life.

"I don't need you to follow, you find a place to get out."

"But you saved the lovely Gogol, destroyed the laboratory where the supernatural beings were imprisoned, and made Gogol a free bird."

"That's because your name sounds good."

"Thank you for the compliment, Gogol will show you a half-cut magic trick!"

"Uh..." Arthur Rimbaud ignored Gogol.

He had been away for so long and was known by Paul Verlaine in France, and many international intelligence organizations were commissioned by the Assassin King to investigate the whereabouts of Arthur Rimbaud.

At the same time, the identity of the Assassin King's elder brother who is also a transcendent has caused a stir in the international supernatural power circle.

The magic that usually attracts him, in the eyes of Arthur Rimbaud in his indifferent state, is no different from the weeds on the side of the road.

Gogol was attracted by the breath of freedom in the opponent.

However, this free man is in a bad mood and hasn't come out yet.

"Sir, are you French?"

Gogol cleverly stole Arthur Rimbaud's mobile phone, which didn't even have a password, and after clicking on it, all kinds of information were blank.

A call from a country of origin seemed very abrupt.

Arthur Rimbaud took back the cell phone and beat up Gogol, who is a space system superhuman.

Then Arthur Rimbaud answered the phone without looking at it.

"Hello? Is it Lantang?"

The signal of the call is not very good, and there is noise.

There was a moment of silence on the other side.

A familiar voice came out, and the man was calm and soft, slightly vague: "Sorry, Rimbaud, my mobile phone has been shut down due to arrears, and I have just renewed it. I heard your voice message for me...""

Probably because he was organizing his language, Julian spoke a little slowly.

Thinking of his embarrassing message, Arthur Rimbaud was unwilling to admit it, and said coldly, "You can delete it."

Finding himself speaking too coldly, Arthur Rimbaud corrected himself.

"I'm abroad and the signal is not good. If you have any, just make a long story short. I won't bother you."

"Um... where are you?"

"Russia."

"What's the weather like in that country, will life be cold?"

"Fortunately, the daily average is around 0c."

"Have you seen Russian beauties? They are very famous, and I heard that Russian men are particularly good at drinking strong alcohol..."

Julian was proficient in the art of language, let Arthur Rimbaud, who didn't want to talk too much, go on, opened up the topic, and chatted about the recent itinerary.

The loneliness in Arthur Rimbaud melted.

Gogol eavesdropped openly.

Arthur Rimbaud looked at the lily-of-the-valley brooch on his chest, and he was skeptical about the claim that the mobile phone was owed, and he would not trust the other party.

Maybe it was the people of the Paris Commune who made him develop a relationship with him.

Correct.

This is the purpose of benefit.

Arthur Rimbaud held his breath in his heart and asked deliberately: "Have you handed over the letter I asked you to hand over?"

Julian said something that stunned him: "No."

Arthur Rimbaud: "Why?!"

Julian smiled: "I have to tell you the reason. I don't need to be protected by the Paris Society. Have you forgotten? I know Voltaire."

Arthur Rimbaud was silent.

Julian: "Thank you for finding so many people to protect me."

Julian: "You don't have to think too much, just take it as a rare and noble one for me, I'll wait for you to come back to play in France, I wish you a pleasant journey."

"You..." Arthur Rimbaud opened his mouth, but he couldn't speak out. The other party didn't want to be embarrassed, so he hung up the phone first.

"Damn it! Julian!"

Arthur Rimbaud came back to life and jumped with anger.

"At least let me finish talking!"

How can you be indifferent to his voice message, obviously he was crying so sadly, begging Julian to come to him, you only heard it after a week, doesn't your conscience hurt!

The invisible rift between the two was filled under white lies.

France, Bicester Hospital.

Dr. Philip Pinel asked: "Why didn't you tell what happened to you?"

Jacques Rousseau, who was playing with his mobile phone, turned off the voice changer.

"Why should I say that?"

"He is a traveler, a ray of wind that cannot be caught. It is a good choice to keep him outside forever."

"I told a white lie."

"Doctor, I still don't understand. I have carried out experimental investigations in advance, taken medicine, and taken corresponding safety measures. Why did the supernatural power go out of control on me?"

Dr. Philip Pinel silently handed over a medical report.

Jacques Rousseau turned dark.

Above, experienced doctors summed up various medical terms with a swipe of a pen.

[Easy to conceive physique. 】

……

A year later, a wealthy orphan was fostered in the newly opened Paris orphanage last year.

He has a nice name.

"Amy."