Kitahara and Kaede looked at Paris, which was also covered with gloomy clouds, and exhaled slightly.

——The weather is very suitable for parting.

Northern France has a humid and rainy climate. Even if there is no sign of rain today, the air pressure before the rain is enough to make people feel out of breath.

But all this still did not stop the huge flower tree above Paris from blooming: those steaming flowers and slender branches still enveloped Paris, and it was still raining heavily that would never stop.

It is like the most beautiful mirror of this city, and also like some kind of romantic and sad eternal sign:

Beauty that is always withering, always falling.

Kitahara and Kaede opened their own umbrella next to their suitcase, and the transparent umbrella rotated slightly, catching the petals flying in the wind above.

When they touch the ground, they have changed from soft plants to a gem-like texture, rolling over each other and making a tinkling sound.

Then it fell to the ground, and was crushed bit by bit by the laughing men and women on the streets of Paris, and by the vehicles that never stopped in this city, and turned into brilliant powder.

"It feels like Paris hasn't changed, Kitahara."

Anthony huddled in the traveler's arms and whispered, while looking at the surrounding street scenes with his black eyes that seemed always full of curiosity, as if he had not seen enough in the past few months in Paris.

He held his roses tightly in his arms, fearing that he would be separated from them by the crowds of people on the street.

"After all, it's only been half a year. This city hasn't changed beyond recognition...well."

The traveler squinted his eyes slightly to avoid a person who ran over rashly, and looked up in the direction of the airport.

He couldn't find the person he was looking for in the huge crowd for a while - of course, this would not be difficult for a traveler who could blatantly cheat.

Kitahara Kaede closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, he saw a small dragon flying around with flames spitting out in the sky, chasing a snake unhappily.

Whether it's a snake or a dragon, they are all very familiar to a certain extent - just as familiar as the light shining on them.

So it turns out that guy Baudelaire is here too?

The traveler rolled his eyes and couldn't help but laugh when he thought of the scene represented by this picture. He felt that the unfamiliarity he still had with this city had dissipated a lot.

At least the people here are still like that... By the way, how did Baudelaire make Verlaine so angry? When Verlaine faced the people of the Paris Commune, wasn't he always too lazy to speak or move?

Beiyuan and Feng held Anthony's hands tightly and walked in that direction. From time to time they glanced at the dragon flying above their heads, worried that the orchid held in the other's paws would fall off.

But fortunately, this tragedy did not happen.

The white snake discovered the traveler almost instantly, and rushed to Kitahara and Kaede at an extremely fast speed, triumphantly spitting out the serpentine at the dragon.

The little dragon looked at the traveler. In the end, he still didn't burn the tail of the white snake. He could only flap his wings depressedly, let out a few "ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooongs", bit his orchid again, and ran back to Verlaine.

went to his body.

"Verlaine, Charles."

Beihara and Feng blinked, showed a smile, and said briskly to the two people who looked at him: "Long time no see. I shouldn't be late, right?"

"We still have half an hour to talk, so we're not late."

The blond Nordic god looked at a place not far away and answered simply, with a more polite smile on his face.

Perhaps he rarely laughed because of happiness. Verlaine's smile always had a cold flavor, more like some kind of light ridicule and irony.

As for Baudelaire, who was talking to Verlaine, his performance was much simpler: he cheered happily, ran over and hugged the traveler, and gave him a sticky sticker.

Fuck the process.

"Kitahara, I miss you so much——"

The Parisian Transcendent said vaguely, then put his head on his friend's shoulder and rubbed it vigorously. The burgundy eyes that were narrowed with joy were filled with pure joy and joy of reunion.

"Ah, I smell it. This is the smell of Provence tulips: the sun-filled south of France and tulips are perfect for an equally sun-filled bright soul."

Baudelaire took a deep breath with some satisfaction, stretched out his arms to hug Beitahara and Kaede's neck, his tone was lazy and ambiguous, and seemed to be mixed with low emotion:

"How amazing, my dear, you brought the sunshine back from the south to the humid and cold Paris, making my world suddenly brighter and warmer. For a cold-blooded animal, what could be better than this?"

"Ciel."

Beiyuan and Feng sighed as usual, put their arms around each other, and then tore the person off their bodies without any politeness: "I think you are suitable to be a poet, but not just to listen to you say this after I come back.

That’s a cliché thing to say, right?”

"Hey, but I mean it sincerely. Just follow the vulgarity."

Baudelaire blinked innocently, replied without caring at all, and then continued to try to stick to Kitahara and Kaede, but was stopped by the other party with a stern look of "What nonsense are you trying to say in front of children?"

Anthony held Rose in his arms and looked at Baudelaire with some confusion, wanting to stick himself to Kitahara and Kaede when they met. Miss Rose hummed unhappily, obviously recalling some not-so-good memories.

"Kitahara, please stay away from this bastard. I can tell at a glance that he has no good intentions!"

Miss Rose looked fierce, waving her sharp thorns in Anthony's arms, shouting very loudly: "I will scratch his face one day!"

The little dragon lying on Verlaine's shoulder also shouted "wuwuwu". At first glance, it was obvious that he was complaining, and he looked very angry with a certain snake.

Kitahara and Kaede helplessly glanced at the poet who knew nothing about it, and felt a little headache: How did this guy get his popularity to be like this? This is a question.

However, the protagonist of these few days is not Baudelaire, so we can think about it later.

The traveler sighed silently, and pulled Baudelaire behind him, who was restlessly trying to put his paws on his shoulders, trying to separate his eyes from Verlaine - he didn't want to see any transcendent people fighting at the airport.

ACCIDENT.

"I didn't expect you to take the initiative to invite him."

Beihara and Feng looked at Verlaine who kept a polite but cold smile beside them, raised their eyebrows, and spoke proactively.

"Wait, can't I come? Don't doubt the friendship between me and my dear apprentice's children!"

Verlaine, Kitahara and Feng all tacitly ignored someone's overconfident speech. After a moment of silence, Verlaine said: "He is Rimbaud's teacher after all."

The implication is that he went to Japan to meet Rimbaud, so he should at least talk to him.

"I never realized you were so polite before... or that you cared so much."

The traveler pondered for a moment subtly, and replied in a somewhat teasing tone. After seeing the slightly stiff expression of the other party, he laughed softly.

"Well, don't worry about it, it's just a traveler's nonsense. Besides, it's a good thing to have something to consider."

To be considerate means to still have a certain degree of expectation for something or a certain future.

Looking forward to it...

A sigh-like smile flashed across Kitahara and Kaede's eyes, and they stared at the silent blond man in front of them: "Speaking of which, how do you plan to find Rimbaud after you go to Japan?"

"...Actually, I don't think he's still alive."

Verlaine said in a very awkward tone. It was obviously a plain tone, but it conveyed a sense of anger like a child:

"With his attitude of putting the country and mission first, he would have come back long ago if he were alive. But France still has not received any news from him."

Obviously, this Transcendent is still having a unilateral quarrel with his partner over Nakahara Chuuya's matter: the flashpoint of their conflict is over this - whether to take Nakahara Chuuya back to France.

"But Rimbaud is indeed alive."

Baudelaire poked his head out from behind Beihara and Kaede, speaking in a lazy tone with an unusually flat accent: "Otherwise, do you think you can live and dance in Paris for so long? I like this student very much. If he

Even if you die, I will fight with you."

The poisonous snake from the Garden of Eden raised its head, showed a bright smile, and showed off its sharp fangs without hesitation:

"The kind of fight that can kill people."

"Char, shut up first."

Kitahara and Feng calmly stretched out their hands and knocked someone's head back like a whack-a-mole.

Baudelaire shrank his head and gave a false "wow", then quietly walked behind the other person and hugged him tightly.

"I know he's still alive - so I guess he's at least amnesiac."

Verlaine glanced at the direction of the plane, and his voice sounded a little subtle: "If he loses his memory..."

"It would be better if the time could be earlier: I can guarantee that this kid Verlaine thinks so. He has long wanted to leave France and fly together with Rimbaud, I swear!"

Baudelaire whispered in Beihara and Kaede's ears, with a strong tone of hatred for iron and steel: "It would be fine if he could really do it. Anyway, the French government is a scumbag. It's a pity that this guy

I went out and lost Rimbaud."

"Do you know how confused I felt at that time? Why didn't this man lose himself too?"

Baudelaire rolled his eyes, and his disdain for Verlaine was palpable: "He doesn't know the timing at all. That's it, that's it? I don't think he has any French essence at all."

Beihara and Feng were silent for a while, then silently pushed each other's head back, and began to be glad that the other party only said it quietly, and Verlaine did not hear it.

However, Verlaine obviously knew that Baudelaire could not say anything good, so he sneered at a transcendent who was obviously here to provoke him, with an expression of indifference.

"But, Verlaine, have you ever thought about it?"

Kitahara and Kaede hesitated for a moment, then suddenly looked at the blond man in front of them and said, "Why did the people in the Paris Commune know that Rimbaud was not dead, but didn't find him back?"

Verlaine was slightly startled.

This was a question he had never thought about.

Yes, why? Why did everyone seem to have acquiesced in the statement that "Rambo had died during this mission" and neither mentioned it nor wanted to find him?

"Actually, being in Japan, or being a free person, is also a good choice?"
To be continued...