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Russia is a very large country.

After Arthur Rimbaud got in touch with Julian, he hiked in Russia, walked for a long time, and met many hospitable Russians.

In a blink of an eye, he spent the New Year's Eve carnival, his heart was wide and his body was fat, and his weight inevitably increased.

Gogol, who has the same name as the Russian literary giant, appears from time to time and disappears from time to time, claiming to have found a best friend who can understand his own soul!

Gogol learned a little bit about Rimbaud's eating and drinking skills.

The silver-haired boy smiled all day long, like an optimist, carefree, and chirped like a lark.

Later he went to learn French and imitated Arthur Rimbaud's Parisian accent.Over time, there is a shadow of Arthur Rimbaud on him.

In the spring of the following year, Arthur Rimbaud finally saw each other. The silver-haired boy's facial features became more and more brilliant as he grew older.

Russians at this age are like spring flowers.

What's more, Gogol looks indifferent and exudes fragrance, relying on Rimbaud not to kill him, he is keen on stealing Rimbaud's belongings, every time he is caught, he will be beaten, but he has to try pretentiously.

The euphemistic name is: challenge the strong, exercise different abilities!

Arthur Rimbaud intentionally teased Gogol once and asked, "Why do you think I don't want to kill you?"

Gogol opened his eyes and said nonsense: "I can make you happy!"

Arthur Rimbaud scolded: "Fart! How often do you piss me off? If it weren't for your cute looks, your young age, and no one to teach you, believe it or not, I would let you go to prison to fight with thieves companion!"

Gogol said angrily: "Gogol is not a thief...every time you steal something, you will be returned."

Arthur Rimbaud rolled his eyes at his innate talent.

People with supernatural powers are arrogant.

Steal something and think that nothing will happen if you pay it back?

Think beautiful!

Arthur Rimbaud said: "I'm leaving Russia soon. I think you're pleasing to the eye. It's a pity to keep you in Russia. I'll give you a chance to choose. Do you want to leave this country?"

Gogol became entangled, his mind was full of the devil Fyodor, and he didn't realize that he was facing a choice between two choices.

Either pursue freedom and become like Arthur Rimbaud.

Either stay to help a close friend, and see the expression on the other person's face on the difficult road, and the appearance of dying for the ideal is really not to be missed.

The next moment, Arthur Rimbaud didn't give Ge a chance.

"Okay, I know your choice."

Arthur Rimbaud hated hesitant people the most. Even if Gogol didn't hesitate for a long time, he flew away without saying a word.

Gogol hissed, "Don't give it to Gogol for ten seconds!"

Free young birds are tossed by freer old birds.

The little bird froze in place.

"Don't go!"

"It's too overbearing, I just thought about freedom for a while!!"

Gogol doesn't know how to fly in the traditional sense, at most he can move in short and medium distances, so he quickly looks for someone who can help him.

"Best friend—help! Gogol's dream is gone!"

The one-year friendship made Gogol understand that this is a precious opportunity. The other party is familiar with the international situation and has a wealth of travel experience. the way.

Chuya Nakahara's 16th birthday is approaching.

Before April 29th, Arthur Rimbaud returned to Japan. Last year, he had no time to celebrate his younger brother's birthday. This year's trip to Russia came to an end, so he will go there once he has time.

He bought a birthday cake in Yokohama to frighten Chuya.

Unexpectedly, he bumped into Paul Verlaine in front of the house in Zhongye, Central Plains, and the cake in his hand almost hit Fang's face.

Paul Verlaine smiled perfectly, walked around Rimbaud, and blocked the door: "Brother, are you also here to celebrate Chuya's birthday?"

Arthur Rimbaud gritted his teeth: "Why are you here!"

Paul Verlaine said: "My brother celebrates his birthday, why not my brother? I am also going to give my brother a surprise."

Arthur Rimbaud was annoyed. It was useless to be careful before coming here. The assassin king wanted to hide and create a "surprise" for you. Professional concealment methods are not easy for laymen to see through.

"Fuck you, remember, I'm here to find Zhongye, not you. On his birthday, I don't want to quarrel with you."

"Okay, I will listen to my brother."

Paul Verlaine is calm and calm, as long as he arrives.

After Paul Verlaine welcomed his brother, he made tea for him, put a card on the table, and handed it to him for inspection.

Arthur Rimbaud was puzzled, picked it up, and was stunned.

Diploma!

Arthur Rimbaud said sourly: "Graduated in one year?"

Paul Verlaine said: "It's some very simple knowledge. For me who doesn't plan to study further, a year is already a long time."

Arthur Rimbaud's cold eyes dissipated, looked left and right, and asked the question: "Didn't you study at the École Normale Supérieure? Why is this diploma the name of another university in France?"

Paul Verlaine explained: "The Ecole Normale Supérieure de Paris is a research-oriented school, and it does not have the right to issue a diploma. The diploma is usually attached to the name of other partner schools."

Arthur Rimbaud frowned, is there such a thing?

Arthur Rimbaud, who had dropped out of high school, knew that Paul Verlaine hadn't been expelled from school, so he went to school for a year honestly, with a strange expression on his face.

Arthur Rimbaud tests each other: "What have you learned?"

Paul Verlaine said without hesitation: "The way to get along with ordinary people, how to mix with the experience of school, how not to kill or fight, and pay some people who don't like it."

Arthur Rimbaud: "..."

Paul Verlaine felt a sense of accomplishment seeing his brother stare blankly.

" Dumas fils opposed me at school and often provoked the relationship between our brothers, so I reciprocated him. From this incident, I understand how to change myself, especially my brother doesn't like me killing people and is full of sympathy for the weak. I think—if I had taught Phantom a little less forcefully, my brother probably wouldn't care."

"Phantom wrote an opera for you, brother, have you read it?"

Paul Verlaine reflected on himself. His actions towards Phantom were too harsh, which made his brother unacceptable. If he just beat Phantom and made Phantom bruised and swollen, even his brother would not say anything.

After the Phantom returned to France, Paul Verlaine didn't bother to find a solution.

Recently, he also said that the Phantom has a new opera, which tells the story of a remorseful person, obviously to apologize to Rimbaud.

"Didn't watch the opera." Arthur Rimbaud had never been in the opera house, and he no longer had any thoughts about the Phantom.He frowned, and Dumas was more interested: "How do you deal with Dumas?"

Paul Verlaine said the summary of the previous situation: " Dumas Xiao loves his father Dumas Alexandre very much. Both father and son are transcendent. I see Dumas Xiaoma's desire for exclusiveness. This person just wants to monopolize the feelings of his relatives just like me."

Arthur Rimbaud was noncommittal.

Paul Verlaine shared: "So I told him that the blood of immediate family members can inherit supernatural powers, and the only son of the Transcendent is basically a reserve for the Transcendent.

But you are different, you are a transcendent who grew up independently, and naturally lost your father's right to inherit supernatural powers, and the illegitimate brother you hate will get the power of the transcendent for nothing. "

Arthur Rimbaud was shocked, murderous.

For Dumas, who loved his father deeply and was proud of his heir status, it was too cruel to suddenly realize this.

Perhaps, the French government did not tell Dumas the secret of inheritance.

——Is there anything wrong with desperately becoming a transcendent without resorting to external forces?

——Can people gain power out of thin air?

I haven't seen him for a year. Paul Verlaine's growth rate has scared Arthur Rimbaud. Is this the assassin king who uses his hands to kill?

Paul Verlaine continued to criticize his heart: "I am so happy. Dumas thinks that father and son are transcendent. I revealed the truth for him. He collapsed at the time and refuted me, saying that it is impossible for my father to do this. He can also go He inherited his father's abilities."

Paul Verlaine shrugged gracefully, "He thought too simply. Two transcendent-level supernatural powers are concentrated in one person. If the supernatural power is out of control, it will trigger a large-scale 'singularity'."

He popularized science for his brother: " Dumas fils is not a fusion type of supernatural power user, but if it is a fusion type of supernatural power user, there is a glimmer of hope."

"Based on common sense, the French government would not allow Dumas to do this. It would be a waste of resources. Adding one more transcendent is more meaningful than asking Dumas to risk his life to try dual abilities."

" Dumas fils was mad at me, and asked Romain Rolland if he had any blood inheritance. Romain Rolland thought that Dumas fils knew the common sense of the circle of transcendents, so he admitted it."

"Little Dumas realized that he had been concealed, and went home to quarrel."

"Brother, the follow-up will be even more interesting."

Hearing this, Arthur Rimbaud laughed unconscionably, and urged Paul Verlaine to hurry up: "I want to follow up!"

Paul Verlaine spread his hands: "The follow-up is that Dumas kept persuading Dumas the younger, but Dumas refused to accept it. I suspect that the Paris Commune intends to cultivate another illegitimate son of Dumas. Dumas is very smart and has thought of this, even suspecting that the other party is Fusion-type supernatural powers."

Undoubtedly, facing such a double backstab, Dumas fils could no longer restrain the idea of ​​killing, and wanted to kill Henry Poet.

Alexandre Dumas naturally would not agree with brothers killing each other, and he really loved Dumas Junior.If there were other ways, he would not let Dumas fils suffer this kind of grievance, making hardworking people a joke.

As long as they are transcendents, most of them don't agree to give supernatural powers to an illegitimate child who doesn't have a deep relationship, or even hasn't met a few times.

But the transcendent has assumed responsibility, and state affairs are more important than family affairs.

Arthur Rimbaud was curious: "I can understand Alexandre Dumas's pain. Ability is the most precious wealth of a person with abilities. If what he should have inherited is handed over to others, can this father and son reconcile?"

Paul Verlaine sat next to Arthur Rimbaud, and he got his brother's tacit approval by telling about Dumas fils in a humorous way.

"They made up."

Dumas found another way out in desperation.

" Dumas found a way to circumvent the interference of the French government through the rule that fathers can pass on supernatural powers to their sons. He no longer refused to have children. He went out to date noble women and gave up contraception, just to have a child of noble blood .”

"He let out the rumor that whoever gave birth to his first child would consider marrying Fang. Alexandre Dumas was dumbfounded."

"You should know that there is a popular saying in France, whoever gets married first is the dog. Dumas would rather be a dog than get married and have children. Accepting the jokes of his colleagues, the purpose is clear, can my brother guess it?"

Paul Verlaine asked Arthur Rimbaud back, Arthur Rimbaud guessed it, and said absurdly: "This method is feasible?"

Paul Verlaine nodded: "It is theoretically possible, but no one has done it."

Paul Verlaine said: "As long as Dumas Jr. has children, regardless of gender, he can transfer his supernatural powers to the children, and then when Dumas Dumas retires, he will inherit his father's supernatural powers."

The most suitable supernatural power for a person with supernatural powers is his own, and Alexandre Dumas did not hesitate to give up "La Traviata" in exchange for his father's supernatural powers.

In the eyes of Dumas fils, it was the most precious thing of his father.

He wants to get and keep this thing.

Paranoid love can scare ordinary people, but for a transcendent who is used to seeing impure things, it is an indomitable determination to move forward.

At the risk of offending the French government, Dumas agreed to the madness of Dumas fils, provided that Dumas fils took good care of his children and his wife, and passed on the supernatural powers after the children grew up.

"Brother, will you have children in the future?" Paul Verlaine chatted about the commonplace, as if he had become the younger brother of ordinary people, "My younger brother and I are man-made people with supernatural powers, and it is risky to pass on supernatural powers to future generations, so we are destined not to do so. do, and I can't possibly have children."

Arthur Rimbaud was touched by him. He is a man-made supernatural being, without the ability to dream, and without the opportunity to inherit power. There is still a question mark about whether he has male fertility.

Paul Verlaine seemed powerful, but he lost a lot since he was born.

Arthur Rimbaud to his clone: ​​"Don't you hate me looking for a lover?"

Paul Verlaine whispered: "It's still annoying. My brother will go on a date when he has a lover, and he will spend the night outside on the date. The three of us will spend less time together."

Arthur Rimbaud couldn't help but laugh: "You are too greedy, whose brothers are together every day? My brother and I just—"

Paul Verlaine was keen: "Your brother? Do you have a brother?"

Arthur Rimbaud's face darkened, "I was raised by my mother, and my father abandoned my mother. I have one brother and two sisters. When I was young, my living conditions were not good. When I grew up, I couldn't repay them. I will never see them again."

It was the first time that Arthur Rimbaud talked with Paul Verlaine about family history in detail. He could see that Paul Verlaine was willing and had no tendency to look down on those people. The school learned ethics.

Arthur Rimbaud talked about his experience in farming, revealing the pastoral atmosphere of the countryside at the end of the nineteenth century in his words.

He described how he wrote poetry in the warehouse of his family, with a big rooster fluttering beside him, a field of seedlings outside, and a few horses taking a leisurely walk.

Paul Verlaine had a look of novelty, finally knowing where those poems were created.It turned out that they had a mother who believed in religion, an elder brother who was virtuous, and a younger sister who was young and lovely.

Arthur Rimbaud was deeply in love, and he scolded the father who abandoned his wife and son, and swore that he hated such a person the most.Paul Verlaine was also ashamed of his biological father: "Didn't you go to him to settle the score?"

Arthur Rimbaud laughed and fell on his back: "I wanted revenge when I was young, but when I grow up, I realize that forgetting his existence is the greatest revenge."

"I don't have this father, he doesn't have this son, we have nothing to do with each other, except..." Arthur Rimbaud was stunned, and took out an old book from his pocket, "That copy of the Koran."

Arthur Rimbaud handed Paul Verlaine the Qur'an, which he had memorized by heart, "Here it is, it is a good thing to read more books. My father hopes that I can become a person of knowledge and faith. I can't be like that." Man, this opportunity is given to you."

Paul Verlaine resisted: "Thank you brother for your optimism, I don't think I have faith in my heart."

Arthur Rimbaud forced it to him: "Take it for me!"

Paul Verlaine was deflated.

There was no other way, Paul Verlaine went to read the "Quran" in front of his face, Zhongyuan Zhong, an armed detective who was an intern, also came back, opened the door and saw his two French brothers.

Arthur Rimbaud was wandering, Paul Verlaine was concentrating on reading, the two sat on a sofa, a birthday cake and a certificate were placed on the table.

The brothers were separated by a fist-sized space, as if they had returned to the time when Zhong Ye first met them in the Central Plains.

Zhong Yuanzhong also unconsciously grinned and said hello.

"Two brothers! How did you get in?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhongyuan Zhong also suddenly looked at the door lock, good guy, it has been completely destroyed, and he was not polite to himself at all.

Who did it?

Zhongyuan Zhong also glared at Paul Verlaine: "You can't make a phone call! How troublesome it is to repair the door lock!"

Arthur Rimbaud felt guilty, he didn't know how to pick the lock, and he was the one who broke the lock.On the contrary, Paul Verlaine took it on, without denying it: "I'm sorry, brother, I'll fix it for you later."

Arthur Rimbaud finds a way to make amends: "I'll do it."

Paul Verlaine looked at his brother: "Will brother know?"

Arthur Rimbaud rolled up his sleeves, his arms were strong, "You underestimate me, I don't have as much money as you, but my life skills are better than yours!"

Paul Verlaine hadn't noticed it before, and immediately noticed the change in his brother's body shape sharply: "Are you getting fat again?"

Arthur Rimbaud was furious: "Can you speak!"

Paul Verlaine changed his words: "My brother has a really good figure and is very manly. I will urge my brother to learn from you."

Zhongyuan Zhong also wants to curse people, what does it have to do with Lao Tzu?

Paul Verlaine thought to himself: Brother, I let you bear this pressure. I remember that your taste is similar to that of your brother. I really don't want my brother to drag me to eat greasy food.

Arthur Rimbaud turned his anger into joy, and pinched Verlaine's face: "Sure enough, your mouth is much better after going to school."

Paul Verlaine smiled: "I just need to satisfy my brother."

Arthur Rimbaud stared at him, afraid that it was the other party's disguise.

So what if it's a disguise—

You can pretend for a lifetime, treat your brother sincerely, abandon evil and do good, and as a brother, you can supervise the other party, which is also a kind of merit.

"No more random killings?"

"Ah."

"No more threats to the people around me?"

"It depends on the circumstances, and I promise to do it in a way my brother can accept."

"No, I want you to promise me not to touch my ex, if they are in danger, you will be the first person I suspect!"

"Brother allows me to target the incumbent?"

"Heh, if I don't even have the means to protect the incumbent, how dare I be your elder brother? Anyway, you are not allowed to use your strength to mess around!"

"Okay, we've made a deal, I can ignore those exes."

"Then do you know who my exes are?"

"My relatives and friends, Wilde in England, the phantom in America, Julian, a male prostitute in France, are there others..."

Paul Verlaine humbly asked for advice.

Arthur Rimbaud announced the name of the German again: "Nietzsche of Germany. Goethe doesn't count, I didn't sleep with him."

The three views of Zhongye in the Central Plains are shattered. Is this the master of love? !

Looking at his two "pure" younger brothers, Arthur Rimbaud felt like a senior. No wonder he also followed the teachings. I am afraid that in the eyes of French male prostitutes, he is not good enough.

A mountain is higher than a mountain.

However, Arthur Rimbaud believes that quantity is not enough, quality must come together!

You can always find someone to accompany you for a lifetime, right?

Arthur Rimbaud said cheerfully: "Brother, don't be in a daze, let's eat cake! Happy 16th birthday to you!"

With him, my younger brother would not have the fate of friends and subordinates dying tragically.

And the leading war that will appear during this period?

Suddenly, Arthur Rimbaud pulled Verlaine and whispered: "You have no income from assassinations recently, and your savings must have decreased. How about we make a windfall? Fifty-five cents."

Paul Verlaine was used to big money: "A lot?"

Arthur Rimbaud was excited: "I said that a Japanese rich man is about to die here, and his inheritance is 5000 billion black money, which will cause chaos in the future. Let's do justice for the sky..."

Seeing the amount, Paul Verlaine smiled silently.

Arthur Rimbaud said: "Are you qualified to ask you to take action this time?"

He was not good at investigation, and it was up to Paul Verlaine to find out the elephant.

"5000 billion yen is not bad." Paul Verlaine looked at his elder brother and younger brother who were short of money, and decided to make money.

Paul Verlaine did not forget that he came to Japan to reconcile his brothers: "Brother, we reunited, and we lacked a sense of ceremony. I know you don't like face kisses, can you give me a hug?"

Arthur Rimbaud looked disgusted: "You have to go further!"

Paul Verlaine embraced Rimbaud with both hands, and his elder brother, who could fill his sense of lack of soul, released his trump card: "The money is all yours."

brother.

I didn't say it.

By your side, my heart seems to be hot too.

In order to apologize to Lan Tang, Arthur Rimbaud helped Paul Verlaine and Nakahara Chuya. What he did also brought the two younger brothers born in the laboratory back to the ordinary world.

Giving without expecting anything in return is the key to becoming a loved one, and strong strength and firm personality are the bottom line of his painting.

Brother, we can not be good people, but we cannot be bad people.

If you cannot love a human being—try to love the world.

It is beautiful.

I share with you the innocence of my dreams.

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