The splendid flowers and trees hanging upside down in the sky above Paris throw down countless romantic colors, just like the clouds of the whole world sloping down, and all the red, pink and snowy whites flow into the world.

It seemed like I could hear an illusory and grand "crash" sound.

So countless bright and magnificent flowers flew down in the sudden sound of wind, decorating Paris, which was illuminated both inside and outside by the sun and flowers.

It looks perfect with Parisian girls and men who are also dressed in brilliant and sparkling clothes.

The traveler just sat on the railing at the corner of the street, yawned lazily, closed his eyes slightly, and his voice sounded a little sleepy, like honey melted by the sun:

"It's going to rain..."

Standing on the railing, Verlaine subconsciously glanced at the sky, and naturally saw no sign of imminent rain.

"It's a flower."

Kitahara Kaede opened his eyes, and seemed to guess what he was thinking. A smile flashed in his eyes, and his tone was slightly raised, as if he was singing a song: "But this rain has never been in Paris.

Just stop.”

Verlaine's body was covered with petals at some point, and the pink-white flowers reflected beautiful colorful light on the top of his head, like an interesting crown.

Well, it’s very interesting.

Beiyuan and Feng closed their eyes, laughed softly, and at the same time opened the umbrellas in their hands and handed them to the people around them.

"Anywhere else to go, Mr. Verlaine?"

He looked up at the busy street outside, jumped down lightly from the railing by the river, and turned back with a smile.

They were currently on the banks of the Seine. The water reflected the silvery sunlight and the rouge-like petals. It was almost impossible to distinguish the appearance of the river itself, but it only showed the same beauty.

Verlaine caught the umbrella thrown by the traveler and raised his eyebrows slightly. It seemed that it was outrageous to hold an umbrella in this weather, but he did not refuse: "Do you have somewhere to go?"

"Huh? I promised little Mr. Alexander today that I would go visit his mother."

Beihara and Feng tilted their heads, showing a thoughtful expression: "Do you know where the other person lives?"

The steamy wind on the river bank playfully tossed people's clothes and slender hair, giving people the illusion that they were almost flying under the water.

Verlaine, who held the umbrella open, seemed to be stunned by this question, then twitched the corner of his lower lip sarcastically, and jumped down from the railing - even Kitahara and Kaede could see that this was a question without any good intentions.

Ingredients for laughter.

The evil dragon who had been restraining his wings and fangs in Paris finally showed his cold and arrogant character, even the bad and dangerous side.

Beihara and Feng frowned, and suddenly thought of an unpleasant possibility.

"Oh, this question is very simple."

The French assassin king seemed to have finally met a topic he liked, and his tone suddenly became lighter.

"She is already dead, so just go to the cemetery. I happen to know which cemetery her ashes are in. Do you want to go and have a look?"

"Of course, that cute little Mr. Alexander naturally doesn't know about this - you know, that group of people are always very good at deceiving, such as using some nice but meaningless words to coax the fools in their eyes, trying to make them

They make a useful tool..."

Verlaine's voice with a sarcastic tone paused slightly here, and the expression on his face quickly faded, as if he suddenly felt that there was nothing more to say in all this.

He just asked in a strange tone, not sure whether he was expecting or sarcastically, and those cold blue eyes seemed to hide the sea under the night, or the frozen flames:

"How about it? Are you going to tell him?"

The traveler seemed silent for a moment, but there was nothing negative in his orange-gold eyes. At most, he looked just a little distressed.

He didn't seem to be angry at all because the other party asked such a pointed question or what he just said.

"No, no, if someone else said this to me, I would probably be very angry, because they are all my friends."

Beihara and Feng seemed to know what he was thinking, so they sighed, swept away the petals that fell on themselves, and finally raised their heads, showing a helpless smile.

But this is Verlaine.

The traveler slightly bent his eyes and looked at Verlaine, who looked surprised for a moment.

This child doesn't even understand what "love" is, or he doesn't dare to think about it at all.

This is just a protective mechanism subconsciously left to oneself by the injured life since birth: even if he enters a kind environment, he will not believe that this kindness is directed at him.

He would rather use this as an advantage: this way he won't feel the pain when losing, and it can also be used as a reasonable reason for him to be uncontrollably vigilant and malicious towards those who accept him.

Freud would probably like this kind of person very much because it could help him fully perfect his theory of "how much influence does family of origin have on personality"...

Although the research institute where Verlaine stayed before was not considered a family.

Kitahara and Kaede thought of their psychologist friend, a helpless smile flashed in their orange-gold eyes, but their tone of voice was as brisk as if the two of them had never mentioned those sensitive topics:

"So, Mr. Verlaine, where is the cemetery? I promised the other party that I must bring the message there."

At the other end, half of the protagonists in the conversation between the two people sneezed, and then looked at Anthony with his beautiful but confused blue eyes.

"So what are we going to do now?"

"Go to the flower shop."

Anthony answered seriously. He was now following Miss Rose's words, even though he himself didn't know why Rose insisted on going to the flower shop:

"My rose seems a little angry right now, so listen to her now or she will get even more angry."

"Because I want you to see how different I am from those idiots, so that you can respect me a little more."

Miss Rose complained dissatisfiedly in the arms of the little prince, looking unhappy: "For example, please don't touch my head, leaves and thorns!"

"Is she angry again?"

Xiao Dumas looked at the rose in Anthony's arms with strange eyes, but finally nodded: "Then her temper may not be very good... but he is very beautiful."

He doesn't know that this is a talking rose, but he likes to think that this rose is special.

Anthony narrowed his eyes happily because of the compliment in the latter sentence, but he didn't quite agree with the previous one: "This is also the cuteness of her."

The little prince looked at his friend, stretched out his hand and rubbed the other person's head, seeming to find a sense of being an "adult", and his black eyes looked bright:

"By the way, will you wait for me here? I will bring you a bouquet of flowers! What do you like best?"

"Don't do this! I'm older than you." Dumas' soft brown curly hair was rubbed up, so he muttered a little depressed, but he still said his favorite flower.

"It's a camellia," he said, "a white camellia."

"Okay -" Anthony narrowed his eyes happily and replied loudly, "Remember to wait for me."

Dumas hesitated for a moment and wanted to follow him to protect him: after all, in the city of Paris, real life is not as peaceful as it seems on the outside.

But with just this moment of hesitation, the other party had already disappeared with his rose.

Xiao Dumas had no choice but to stop and became annoyed, feeling that he had not done a good job in protecting the other party.

He stood in a daze for a while, and then suddenly felt that he was a bit stupid for standing on the street, so he walked into the alley again.

Then he heard a disgustingly familiar voice from a peer he once knew:

"Hey, isn't this the little bastard that crawled out of the prostitute's belly? Why, it finally came out again after so long? I thought you and your mother had already filled some garbage dump in Paris."

The expression on Xiao Dumas' face disappeared instantly.

"I told you, I'm not a bastard."

He raised his head, his blue eyes filled with suppressed and calm anger: "Also, don't scold my mother!"

"Did his mother come to make a living near the red light district after giving birth?"

Kitahara and Kaede put the red and white camellia in their arms in front of an ordinary-looking tombstone and asked.

White camellia resembles a pale and beautiful woman's face, while red camellia resembles her passionate and angry eyes.

Death is not a beautiful word.

It means disappearing and saying goodbye, and then completely and stubbornly ending everything that is still alive. But even so, human beings will still do some "meaningless" things to commemorate death.

Such as funerals, tombstones, and bouquets of flowers.

"Of course. After all, she has no education, her savings have been exhausted during her pregnancy, and no factory owner wants a female worker who is too weak to look presentable after childbirth."

Verlaine looked at the tombstone without a name and showed a mocking smile. He didn't know who he was mocking:

"The only thing she has is an excellent face. Otherwise, the arrogant and wealthy Earl who has high ambitions would not be with her, right?"

"Speaking of which, this profession is a completely legal profession in Paris. Freedom, equality, fraternity - only this profession can fully demonstrate the spirit of France."

Dumas' deepest feeling as a child was loneliness.

Especially at night.

Unlike the people on the streets far away, he seemed to have never had a father, and his mother always went out at night, unable to stay with him through those terrible darkness.

Then there was the abuse and discrimination he received at his school after his mother sent him to school in tears. They all called him a "bastard" and his mother a "whore," but he himself did not understand these two words.

mean.

Until those people "kindly" informed me of the truth.

His mother was not great, she was just a woman who sold her body. He was not the most important treasure his mother said, but an illegitimate son who was born with sin.

But he is still willing to protect his mother. Because this person is the most important person in his life, the one who gave him love. He will always protect her...
To be continued...