Chapter ‌84

A person's mental outlook sometimes depends on changes in appearance.

When he returned to Dublin, Aso Qiu also asked Oscar Wilde for an old set of clothes, and his hand was transformed into a home clothes. When he picked up the needle and thread, the other party was surprised.

"Qiu, isn't this what women do?"

"Are the sewing workers who make high-end clothes for you? Male or female?"

Aso Qiu also made Wilde speechless with one sentence. In this era, men were basically the ones who mastered high-end technical jobs, and women generally participated in the textile industry.

Since Aso Qiu also claimed to be "Wang Qiu", Wilde no longer used the alienation name of "Mr.", but was also directed by Aso Qiu, and learned "Qiu" in the pronunciation of "Qiu".

Syllables, for Europeans, calling a name is much closer than calling a surname.

"It's almost ready to wear it. I don't have to buy new clothes for me. I won't go out for the time being." After Aki Aso also finished the renovation, he changed into Wilde's old clothes, slightly yellowed silk shirt and cotton and linen trousers tied to his ankles.

His stylist is generally thinner than Wilde, with a smaller skeleton, and tall, like a tall pine and cypress on a cliff. A nice description is elegant, and a bad description is weak.

Yes, Oscar Wilde said something about Aso Akiya.

The other party has six pack abs!

In Oscar Wilde's impression, apart from boxers and those who love equestrians, not many upper class people will have beautiful abdominal muscles.

Everyday steak with red wine, potato with fried chicken, and having a small belly is the norm...

Oscar Wilde inhales without a trace, sucks his belly, making his stomach less rounded under his shirt.

A sixteen-year-old boy with medium-sized qualities, but fortunately he is tall, so he doesn't look fat.

"The food and water don't need to be prepared for me. It doesn't matter if I don't eat or drink." Aso Qiu also suppressed his expenses to a minimum, "I'll give you the bedroom to you, and I'll sleep in the study."

Oscar Wilde refused without thinking: "No, you sleep in the bedroom. It is more convenient for my family to come to visit me. I can invite them into the study."

Europeans attach great importance to the concept of privacy.

This is why Wilde secretly raised an adult man but was not discovered by his brother.

"Thank you for a while." Aso Qiu did not refuse, looking at the single apartment in one bedroom, one living room, one bathroom and one study room. The decoration of the room was also very good in the 21st century. He was very good at Wilde's

The family background was judged partially: the aristocratic or middle class in the 19th century had an annual family income of no less than 1,000 pounds, which could support Wilde's consumption level alone.

"I need to borrow your books. If I can, I want to read them."

"no problem."

Oscar Wilde agreed.

The day before the opening of the St. I Courtyard, Oscar Wilde discovered that Aso Aki was also reading books at an extremely fast speed, including boring physics books. He also had some of them with serious attitude.

Xi's rush, when he opened the book, he said that his rush was just an illusion.

On April 1st, breakfast was bread, eggs, and milk that Oscar Wilde was used to.

He thought Aso Qiu would not walk out of the bedroom, but he didn't expect that the other person would sit in the living room with sparse hair and no longer messy. He wore a good-quality home clothes, just like an intellectual in the upper class, holding paper in his hand.

He Bi, occasionally looking up at him, then lowering his eyes to write something.

"What are you writing?" Oscar Wilde supported his change with both hands.

"What I can do, what I want to do." Aso Aki thought for a long time and answered Wilde, "and... the meaning of my life in this world."

He should have died in a world where supernatural powers are supreme, and God gave him a second chance to travel.

He came to Britain in the nineteenth century during the Industrial Revolution.

He had a lot of doubts and speculations about this world, but he did not believe that he had returned to the past of his previous life because he felt that it would not be a coincidence that he met "acquaintance" Wilde.

Oscar Wilde took the opportunity to peek at the content on the paper, and wrote a series of names of people he knew, most of whom were famous Europeans, such as French writer Victor Hugo and French poet Charles Pierre

Er Baudelaire, British poet Byron, Russian writer Dostoevsky, etc., followed by the late musicians Ludwig van Beethoven and Franz Schubert.

Oscar Wilde is far from the meaning of this list.

Aso Aki also asked, "Can you waste some time and help me cross out the name of the dead person?"

Oscar Wilde took out his gilded pocket watch and nodded reservedly: "Okay."

There is plenty of time to go to school.

After saying that, Oscar Wilde took over the pen and crossed out Baudelaire without hesitation.

"Mr. Baudelaire of France died a few years ago."

Aso Qiu's dark eyes trembled.

die.

It is always the most real and objective existence, and the man who is always on the road to debt has passed away.

"Stendor of France died twenty-nine years ago."

"Hey, Emil Zola? Who is he? I don't know him, so I won't cross it out."

"Mr. Dumas died at the end of last year. Mr. Dumas is still alive and is in his forties this year."

"Mr. Flaubert hasn't released new works in two years, but I heard that he is sick."

"Mr. Voltaire, Mr. Rousseau has passed away for almost a hundred years, why did you write them down?"

"I have seen Mr. Verne's "Twenty Thousand Miles Under the Sea" and the publisher said that this year it will release an illustration version. This gentleman should be creating other works."

"Mr. Molière's comedy is very good, he is gone long ago."

Oscar Wilde crossed out some of the late old predecessors in the French world, such as the first romantic lyric poet Alphonse de Lamartin, French symbolist poet Paul Va.

Rayri, finally, some remaining names of people who have only gained fruits.

"Mr. Byron has passed away for many years in the UK."

"Who is Conan Doyle?"

"Thomas Hardy? Another name I don't know."

"Mr. Shelley died two years earlier than Mr. Byron."

"Mr. Keats passed away, too."

"Herbert George Wells? I have never heard of Mr. Wells, who is famous in the music scene."

"Henry Fielding? This is a person from the last century and is called the 'father of British novels'. This is all the praises from others. Whether it really depends on personal preferences."

"Mr. Thackeray...I don't know his specific situation. I have only read his work "Vanity Fair". His age can be my grandfather and he should not be alive."

"Mr. Dickens died last year."

"Wordsworth..."

At the back, Oscar Wilde, who loves poisonous tongue and plays, also calms his tone.

I didn't look at it, and I found that a large number of people died at first sight.

Oscar Wilde no longer commented on anything, but directly crossed out the names of these foreign celebrities.

Aso Aki also looked at the crossed names, his face obscure.

"Goethe!"

"Schiller!"

"Sisters Brontes!"

"Gogory!"

"Pushkin!"

"Beethoven!"

"Schubert!"

Most of the world fell, and the music industry was dead.

In the painting world, Van Gogh was related to Schroser's death because he was not famous during his lifetime.

To describe it in an exaggerated way, Oscar Wilde "killed" the list, leaving no quick-moving films, making the names of people who were not crossed out on the list seem to have become the escapees of disaster.

Oscar Wilde returned the record book to the other party: "I'm going to school, see you later."

‌A dead autumn aso is left in the apartment.

Aso Aki also stood up slowly and looked for a living work on Wilde's bookshelf.

Victor Hugo instantly became his first choice.

"Mr. Hugo..."

"Your health secret is worthy of those people."

The average life expectancy at the end of the 19th century was 40 years old +, and Victor Hugo died at the age of 80.

Aso Akiya's finger touched the novel book "Notre Dame de Paris". When she opened it, she felt like she was opening a part of her life experience, and her grey inner layer was slightly illuminated by Kat Modo.

Compared to Kamodo, how many people in this world can claim to be difficult to live?
To be continued...