The days of eating soft rice in London

"Don't tell me you don't know." Mr. Louis leaned over with a face full of anger, giving a full sense of oppression.

Oscar felt that his lips were almost touching Mr. Louis's at this moment, and he could even feel the rise and fall of the other's breathing.

"I don't want to hear similar words in the future, understand?"

"Why do you ask me like that?" Oscar blushed angrily at this unreasonable request.

He pushed Louis away, and just escaped from the opponent's arms with a few struggles, the pain in his back immediately caused his facial features to wrinkle together.

Before he could distance himself from the angry gentleman behind him, Louis grabbed both arms from behind.

Oscar struggled to shake off.

"Don't move." Louis was furious, and picked up the man who didn't care about the wound on his back.

Oscar is not that kind of slender physique, he is also a man with a normal and healthy body, and he was carried by Mr. Louis so easily...

The person who was forcibly lifted was angry and a little surprised.The man in front of him seemed to possess the supernatural power of the demigod Hercules, as unfathomable as his appearance.

Oscar suddenly felt that it was better not to be head-on.

Louis still did not forget to lay out the blanket and put the person on it.The long mahogany table in front of him was covered with a burgundy tablecloth with gilt edges, and seven candles were placed in the silver candlesticks-not because Mr. Lewis believed in Judaism, but because these candles happened to be enough in the Oscar's face is illuminated in a slightly dim environment.

Whether it was the marble fireplace around him, or the sparkling crystal decorations, silver candlesticks, and colorful wines in front of him, he was shocked.Oscar thought of the oil paintings he had admired in the National Gallery depicting the life of the nobility.And now, he seems to be in the painting too.

A table full of dinner does not know when it will be prepared, but it will definitely take a lot of effort from the host.

Mr. Lewis laid out a white napkin for Oscar, but instead of sitting across from him, he sat down next to him in an unceremonious manner.

The slender hand picked up the knife and fork, and began to cut the Chicago steak on the plate for the wounded beside him.In order to take care of Oscar's unhealed body, he specially ordered people to put less oil, and added a lot of onions, cherries, tomatoes, eggs and lettuce to facilitate his digestion.

He watched Mr. Lewis' behavior and felt as if he had suddenly become a severely disabled person.It was just that his back was smashed, and it was as if he couldn't move his hands.

Louis put only the hors d'oeuvres and the delicate plum pudding in front of him.After all, these things are easily eaten with a fork.

The small piece of plum pudding is covered with brown sugar and brandy, which can smell a little sweet.Oscar tasted a little, and was completely overwhelmed by it.

He had never eaten such a delicate and delicious dessert, so he couldn't help eating a few more mouthfuls.

Irish people like to drink alcohol with meals, such as beer, wine or stronger alcohol, and so does Oscar.

But there is no wine bottle at all, just some mushroom puree, fruit juice, hot cocoa and sweet tea.

Mr. Louis frowned, using the knife and fork gracefully, the beef rib was neatly cut, and a little sauce was sprinkled on it.

Louis placed the dinner plate in front of him, still showing his master's displeasure.

"any drinks?"

Oscar didn't answer, he just wanted some brandy now.

"Then hot cocoa." Louis brought over the cup with a strong aroma.

Under Louis' gaze, Oscar only took a sip. He didn't know how determined he was before he said, "Sir, although I was a little unhappy just now, I still think that I can't trouble you anymore."

Those unacceptable things have turned into conflicts that no one can stop. Once this conflict starts, all problems must be resolved while it is hot.

"You are a perfect person, and I'm just a painter who earns a living everywhere. I don't have that kind of thought, and please give up as soon as possible." Oscar said, "We are still friends, aren't we? You don't need to waste Precious time and these expensive foods are on me, you still have Camille, don’t you, I can tell that she likes you very much, and I would like to bless you as well.”

"You're really hurtful." Louis regained his composure, but looked at him with eyes that were close to sadness. "You don't understand, she only approaches me for money."

"Louis," Oscar stopped his name, "If you say that, you also know that I was beaten like this for theft. Are you not afraid that I will steal your things?"

"Do you have to use this kind of words to provoke me?" Louis' eyes were flushed, and he tried his best to control the sadness and anger that spewed out of him.

He knew that Oscar didn't understand where his feelings came from, and he didn't even want to understand the day when his mind slowly emerged from the abyss.

"Stop here."

"Eat some more, and I'll take you back to your room to sleep," said the gentleman.

Controversy is not terrible, the most fearful thing is that after two people argue, they suddenly fall into a kind of rational silence. In this irritated silence, a table of delicacies suddenly becomes hard to swallow.

Oscar was full soon, and Mr. Louis carried him back to his room again, neither of them spoke.

The gentleman didn't seem to have much emotional change, and he still gently applied the potion to his back.Before leaving, he closed the door ajar, leaving a wide gap.

Because of the tugging during the quarrel just now, the wound on the back that had just grown a little bit of a tendency to heal opened again.Oscar was still lying on the bed, looking towards the crack of the door from his direction——

It can be seen that Mr. Lewis has just turned on the lamp and started to deal with the unfinished work of the day.

He was half buried in the large office chair, and the oil lamp danced brightly under the crystal shade, illuminating his handsome profile, just like the day Oscar saw him in the cemetery.

Oscar looked at him quietly through the void in the middle and the two large corridors.

Mr. Lewis also suddenly turned around at this time, and looked over accurately through the gap...

It was getting dark, and Simon had just finished working overtime, and jumped up the last two steps with his briefcase in his hand.

He turned the corner familiarly and knocked on the dilapidated wooden door of old Burton's house.After a while, the door was opened, revealing the mean and indifferent face of Oscar's aunt.

"Good evening, Mrs. Burton," Simon greeted her enthusiastically, and looked inside again: "Is Oscar here?"

"I would like to ask you." Auntie looked at Simon's foolish look, her attitude was very clear.

"Is he not with you?" Simon asked suspiciously, "I haven't seen him for four days."

My aunt suddenly sneered, "Heh, he said he can support himself. I went to the park to look for him in the afternoon, and he didn't even paint anymore."

"Do you know what happened to him recently?" Simon remembered that his good friend had been depressed a few days ago.

"What's the matter?" she asked loudly. "What business can this idle rascal have?"

The woman in the attic opposite heard the noise downstairs, opened the window to reveal half of her body, and shouted to them: "Slow down!"

Mrs. Burton immediately raised her head and cursed: "None of your business!"

The other party said sarcastically: "You are always so vulgar, the child is asleep, and if you don't sleep, others will rest!"

"Then what does it matter to me?"

Seeing the quarrel, Simon immediately shut up, bid farewell to his aunt, and left quickly.

Soho is still noisy, the streets are full of prostitutes and the laughter of those terrible middle-aged men all year round.Those prostitutes were not afraid of the cold, wearing thin dresses, but they didn't mean to shiver at all.

They laughed and continued their wandering behavior, completely unaware that in the near future, the terrible syphilis is about to wreak havoc throughout London.

And none of these poor people who were bloodless by the cold wind will be the opponent of the infectious disease devil eager to fight.

Because of the slightly different attire, Simon noticed a hurried-looking person among them.He had been to the baron's mansion before, so he recognized at a glance that it was the dress of a servant in Baron Morris' mansion.

The average-looking male servant showed an obscene smile to the oncoming prostitutes, and he seemed to refuse a few words. After getting a handful of oil, he went upstairs again.

"Sir, it seems that someone is looking for you." The woman sitting on an old man's bloated lap stuffed a gooseberry into her mouth.

"Hey, is there a new telegram again? What do you say?" Winston has shaggy gray eyebrows and a beard like a statue of Moses in Michelangelo's work. This beard is like a forest in Norse mythology. It hangs from a chin as big as a god's, and hangs down in a curve along his imp-like body.

There were about five or six women around him, and those huge breasts almost approached his wrinkled old face.

"No, sir. I'm just here to tell you that Mr. Louis has moved out." The servant bowed respectfully.

"Oh .

"It is my honor to serve you."

Winston took out a checkbook from his coat pocket, "Haha, this is your payment, take it."

The valet took it right away.

"You old bastard," the prostitute next to him rubbed the fat on Winston's face and asked dissatisfiedly, "When will you give me one too?"

Winston laughed, his beard twitching on his ruddy face, and wrote her a quick note, prompting all the women around to ask for it.

He was also a painter when he was young, and he has been painting for decades, but he has never touched the skirt of the goddess of art.He also joined the British Army, but then ran away when he encountered a war.

When he was poor, he was always brewing classics, but he never started writing.In order to make a living, Winston did not paint anything except daubing some commercial posters.

Sometimes, in order to get enough to eat, he even acted as nude models for young artists who couldn't afford to hire full-time models, and paid a few bucks.

Until the year before last, he went to India and became a nouveau riche, making money by squeezing the colonial people.

Now Winston is rich, which is completely different from the impoverished life he lived before.He could drink gin to his heart's content and talk endlessly of his future honors.

Besides that, he was a grumpy little old man who sneered violently at anyone's tenderness.He is also very stubborn, because of a little interest dispute, until now he still refuses to cooperate with Louis at all.

And this man of bad morals is enjoying his present life completely, and he doesn't see anything wrong with this diabolical way at all.

"Father, it's time for us to go back." A hoarse voice suddenly sounded in the room, and the servant noticed that there was a woman sitting in the corner.

The sound was like rough sandpaper passing by, like a screaming ghost from hell.After being stunned for a few seconds, the male servant suddenly shivered and got goosebumps all over his body.

How could such an ugly voice belong to a human being?

The manservant looked over, only to see an angry face with a voice that was completely different from that one.

The woman has big wavy golden curly hair, which can shine brightly even in dark corners.She was wearing a goose yellow lotus leaf skirt, with her bare feet on the sofa, her slender figure was completely hidden in the wide skirt, only her extremely slender ankles were exposed.

Under her slender neck, suet-like skin is exposed, her waist is thinner than all the girls the manservant has ever seen, a pair of moist and well-proportioned feet are exposed, and even her beautiful fingers are silently enchanting , to issue an enticing invitation.

Compared with her, the seductive women in this room immediately look much inferior.

"Oh, Sauron, my dear son, please wait a little longer." Winston answered the prostitute with his hairy head sticking out from under the hem of her skirt.

The male servant was completely stunned, and looked at the woman's face in a daze, showing an expression of being unable to grasp the essentials.

Seeing his stunned look, Stunner suddenly laughed, her voice still hoarse.

The author has something to say: a new supporting character :-I (serious face)

[-] words...

Probably...probably...wrote all afternoon...

I'm about to cough up blood, I may be one troposphere away from Jinjiang writers...

Am I the only one who is so slow...

Stop talking...I went to make up my homework...

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