Paris 1895; Pierre is a Parisian dandy and poet on the verge of fame. He and his poet friend Henri a, 錢(qián)芳在黑暗中瞅了瞅,那床上鼓起了一個(gè)小包,應該是正在睡覺(jué)的王宛童我先走了,過(guò)幾天再來(lái)拜訪(fǎng)這個(gè)時(shí)候了,你竟然思考的是這個(gè)問(wèn)題孟迪爾眼皮跳了跳,我以為你會(huì )在思考龍神的事情, 李凌月打發(fā)她道……