Rimbaud Decided to Screw Up

I am Rimbaud, a French spy who started being a mother to his partner at the age of fifteen. Just today, I decided to give full play to the strike spirit inherent in the French people. Whoever loves to do this job will do it, and whoever loves to take care of this partner will take care of me. I will quit. As for why I suddenly left behind my good partner (crossed out) who I have taken care of for many years, it all starts with the dream I had just now. The good man in the dream suddenly stabbed me in the back during a small mission. I survived but was forced to lose my memory and worked in a small organization in a small island country for nine years. In the end, I was killed by two young boys. One of them refused to let me go even after he died. He often sat on my simple grave and muttered to himself. I even prepared a backup plan for the good old man who was stabbed in the back to save his life. As a result, I watched helplessly as he grew mushrooms in the basement. I woke up angry. When I woke up and looked at Paul sleeping peacefully, I couldn't help but punch him. With a worried look on his face, he asked me if I was having a nightmare. Ah, even more angry. I'm sure this dream was a warning about something that was going to happen in the future. So I took five minutes to smoke a cigarette and decided to quit the French government after this mission. This job can be done by anyone who likes it. Loyalty? How can an arrogant transcender really give everything for an organization. Rimbaud scoffed. I am Verlaine, a French intelligence officer who secretly brags about his colleagues in his heart. In my previous life, mushrooms grew in the basement of a small organization in a small country until I died. I never thought that I would have the chance to live again and meet my relatives and friends again. By virtue of being a spy and partner for so many years in my previous life, I successfully made Rimbaud think that I was a poor little person who had no common sense and could not take care of himself (?) Ah, I really love Rimbaud, but I dare not confess to Rimbaud. He seems to only raise me as a child. So I started to seduce him, but he seemed unmoved. Just today, I pretended to be innocent and lay down next to Rimbaud to sleep again, but suddenly I was punched by Rimbaud. It doesn't hurt, but it feels aggrieved. After he beat me, I went out to smoke. I took the coat beside the bed and put it on him, holding his cold hand. He glanced at me, and there was a complexity in his eyes that I couldn't quite understand. After this mission, I want to go with Atil to see the sea near the equator. He is always afraid of the cold. I looked at Rimbaud's face gradually blurring in the smoke, but suddenly I felt like he was leaving me. ++++Verlaine stared at his partner with eyes like the sea. He was the only anchor point in the world floating like a wandering soul, and asked in a voice that could almost be blown away by the wind. +++ + "Attil? Are you leaving?" ———————————— 1. Cp Wei Lan Lan Wei, I don't know which one of them is superior and who is inferior. 2. Verlaine's second round wood blooms 3. No crematorium, wow wow wow the original French team is really cruel 4. I haven't thought about it yet, let me add it. Purpose: Active life