Chapter 392

【I met Adele.】

[Adele wandered in Babasi and was in a bad state. The doctor told me that my daughter was only one step away from being completely broken. Fortunately, we found her.]

[I am not going to send her to a nursing home. This may be a wrong decision. The nursing home environment may be more suitable for recuperation. I don’t regret it. That’s my only daughter.]

[Dear readers, I sincerely thank you. It was you who provided Adele's whereabouts and prevented a displaced family from breaking down.]

[I live in Jersey, near France. The environment here is not very good, not as good as the bustling Brussels. Adele is weak. I plan to move to Guernsey in a month, buy a house and settle down there, and find a way to see my child. After I settle down, I will send you my most address. Your mailing address will not change, right?]

[I hope that after the war in Paris is over, I can invite you to enjoy Notre Dame de Paris, which is my favorite. Every sunrise and sunset always give me a different feeling.]

[——Vic‌·Hugo.]

A letter was placed on the table, and Ao Ao would always put it in the drawer after reading it, and then carefully kept it in the drawer. In his drawer, the francs sent by him were released.

He stood up, closed the drawer, making a rustling sound of wood rubbing against the rollers, and his body leaned forward, tilting the switch of the gas lamp, and extinguishing it. The light similar to the candlelight was yellow, and the light fell on the side face of the black-haired man, with soft lines and no morbid yellow skin, but was as white and bright as ivory, without any powder, and pure.

His expression was so quiet, as if he had accomplished a small thing, and he did not care about the future of Adele Hugo. Because of the emotional changes brought by Vick Hugo's letter, he returned to a stagnant water. In the absence of a second person, he was like a person forgotten by the world.

The gas lights gradually dimmed, causing the most sought-after beauty to sink into the darkness.

The apartment has been replaced and the rent is higher, in the neighborhood.

The bedroom has added a room, similar to a modern family suite, with full furniture, so you don’t have to worry about grabbing Oscar Wilde’s room.

After reading the book I bought in the apartment, Aso Aki walked to the bed in the bedroom and changed into the waist-wounded nightgown given by Wilde to spend the light of Wilde.

After the U.S. and the U.S. Courtyard was released, Shaw excitedly took gifts to the old place.

After not leaving for a while, he wanted to give the membership card given by the Opera House to the gentleman who refused to show up. The reason why he judged that the gentleman was not a lady. The first impression on the handwriting on the paper ball gave him was a British gentleman with a good figure, kindness, wiseness, and a calm style.

But when he got there, Shaw was struck by lightning: "You mean he moved?"

The landlord was ventilating and cleaning the room. When he saw this young man, he mistakenly thought it was a friend he knew with the tenant and complained: "I made an appointment to rent it for half a year, but I moved out after living there for three months. You should be more trustworthy in your life. Who would rent the house to you?"

Shaw was surprised, and was surprised that the person who lived here was a child, and the landlord knew the information.

Shaw asked: "Have they paid the room rate? If not, I can pay for it."

The landlord's complaint stopped and he said angrily: "I paid, they didn't collect it."

Bernard Shaw's words.

After collecting rent for half a year, I only stayed for three months and was still not satisfied with it.

After a slap in a sarcastic manner, Shaw got the name of the tenant, the man was called "Oscar Wilde". He was a native of Berlin. He just came to the Trinity Court this year. For this news, Shaw paid 5 shillings and was regarded as a sucker.

Shaw was not angry, his eyes were bright. The Trinity School was a school that Berlin natives yearned for. It charges a lot. If you have money, you can go to Trinity School at the age of sixteen.

He calculated his age: "This year, it means that Mr. Wilde will study at Trinity School for three years. When I entered Trinity School at the age of sixteen, I can become a younger brother who was two years later?" Everything was the one-sided statement of the landlord. He dared not believe it all, thinking that it would be best to go to Trinity School to fight. How could a person with such compassion and wisdom be named after him?

First of all, your family will be well off.

Secondly, according to the height of the window, the height of the square is higher than that of himself.

The landlord said that the tenant has a brown hair and brown eyes, and he looks pretty good!

"Brown hair and brown eyes?" Shaw walked out and thought, "When the light was not good, I remember seeing the gentleman standing behind the curtains, not showing his whole face, his hair was darker, and his skin shining by the sun was very white, so I discovered someone at once."

According to his door-to-door investigation, he locked in Oscar Wilde.

This is the person!

Without Oscar Wilde's knowledge, he created a little fan who loves music, and wanted to repay his kindness.

At the Holy Trinity Academy, Oscar Wilde saw someone sending gifts to him anonymously and came to the school gate to sign for them. He curiously opened them and said that the residence was the second membership card of the Opera House!

In the corner, Shaw was immediately suspicious when he saw Oscar Wilde.

【It's him!】

[When I was whistling outside, he gave me money once!]

[No wonder he asked me to come nearby to perform, because he lives nearby and can get the music I play. He is the kind-hearted person who teaches me to make money!]

Shaw was in a state of great joy and hid behind the wall, his cheeks flushed, feeling like he saw an idol.

The idol looks very ostentatious, but he didn't expect to be so low-key.

[I want to be his brother!]

On the other hand, Oscar Wilde had two membership cards, and he wanted to take Aso Aki to watch opera. Under his various beggings, Aso Aki was annoyed, and it was useless to cover his ears. He was actually forced to be motivated by Oscar Wilde for various reasons.

"Please, the membership card can have a private room. When we go to the private room, no one can find you!"

“…”

"Don't you want to watch operas? The most erotic opera!"

“…Okay.”

"I have to wear formal clothes when I go to the opera house to watch opera. I won't be ridiculed. I'll measure the size for you and ensure that there will be no more cases of buying large sizes."

Oscar Wilde climbed up the pole.

Aso Aki also gave Wilde the arrangement, but he only made a formal outfit and could barely repay the remaining funds he had now.

Just when measuring his body, Oscar Wilde's serious and focused gaze made Aso Qiu stunned. Fang did not act frivolously, or verbally teased himself like Fumio's British transcendent, as if he was doing something meaningful.

At the age of sixteen, although he is mentally mature, he is not yet enlightened.

An Irish boy who can collect posters of female stars, instead of... a British transcendent who has been in a high position and meets various temptations and calculations of men and women.

Aso Qiu couldn't help but put his palm on his head after squatting.

Oscar Wilde measured his ankle and felt his hair being touched. It was a slender and beautiful finger suitable for playing musical instruments and holding the pen. He raised his head, surprised in his heart, and showed a look of apathy: "Qiu, I'm not a child."

【No, you are.】

Aso Qiu also lowered his eyes.

【‌On the kind of person you will become in the future, I will remember your innocence.】

"The suit doesn't have to fit too well." Aso Qiu was also confused. "Lose a little loose. I need a long coat with two shoulder pads to cover my body shape, and cover my face with 80%. Wrap a circle of breathable cotton around my waist, and try not to expose the appearance of Asians."

When Oscar Wilde saw him make an opinion, he raised his hands to agree.

"Your beauty cannot be seen by others! I am afraid that the Duke will be fascinated by you. The next day, the newspaper said that there was a man who was moved by his back!"

"Ao!"

The end of making a big talk was that Oscar Wilde was knocked on the head.

How to accurately knock the chestnuts is the skill of every Oriental parent.

Three days later.

‌The entrance to the Berlin Opera House.

On the weekend, Oscar Wilde and Aso Aki were dressed in formal clothes. They rented a carriage to the opera house. Without the help of others, Aso Aki also stepped down with long legs, wearing a straight ironed suit, with a straight back, a gentleman's hand, and a black top hat. He was the most popular outfit in Europe in the 19th century and belonged to the upper class.

He tried his best to lower his presence and make himself look "fat" and not look like an oriental person with a narrow shoulder.

The deadliest face - he wrapped himself in a state of seeing light.

Akiya Aso's face was gauze, the skin exposed on his jaw was covered with pale powder, and the edges were disguised with traces of rashes and burns. In the 19th century when silicone was not invented, he had to think about it, so he could only roughly learn from Kudo's makeup technique.

When entering the opera house, they will contact people. After seeing Akiya Aso discovers traces on his face, they instinctively move away from their eyes and do not want to contact the eleventh party.

Oscar Wilde couldn't hide his excitement and succeeded!

In the opera house, Oscar Wilde couldn't wait to show off: "How is the Berlin Opera House? Is it better than the opera house you told the last story?"

"I can't compare." Aso Qiu also raised his eyelids, his face was creeping, and then he paired it with a chain, like the Avenger who was arresting the serious prisoner in the anime "Tutor". "The opera house I described is the famous Paris Opera House. I have been to their private rooms, and the decoration is more tasteful than here."

Oscar Wilde was dissatisfied: "This is the best opera house in Berlin, and it is also ranked in the UK. I will definitely go to the Paris Opera House in the future."

Oscar Wilde's arm rested on the armrest and whispered before the opera's opening.

"I thought about it for a long time. The last time you were played with feelings several times in the story. It was very interesting for opera artists who wanted to bombard Paris. On the contrary, they were ugly, so they wore masks every day and hid in the dark to make operas. Are those opera lovers who pursued him men or women?"

"female."

"This is impossible! You describe it like a group of excellent male suitors!"

"You are wrong."

"Don't answer me like this, I'm very disappointed."

Oscar Wilde thought he could find the details that were ignored, but was told that this was not the case.

Aso Aki didn't want to lead him astray: "The combination of men and women is heaven and earth."

Oscar Wilde is cunning: "But beauty is not a matter of gender."

Aso Qiu also remained calm: "I am different from you, and I don't want you to misunderstand. As far as I know, European men have large pores, prone to hairs in their skin, and are prone to baldness in middle age and gain weight. The way they are graceful like women, and they can exude charm when they are fifty."

Oscar Wilde was hurt by his European adjective and covered his heart.

Isn’t it normal to have hair on the skin?

"This means I can only admire oriental men like you?"
To be continued...