The days of eating soft rice in London

Oscar looked at the back of Louis leaving, and did not move in place.

The only thing left on the roof was the endless cold wind in the winter night, and the same endless sobbing sound from behind him.

"Oscar, please, don't leave me alone." Camille begged, her make-up was already smeared, her brown hair was mixed with tears on her face, and she winked her watery eyes at Oscar. big eyes.

"Don't cry yet," the blond young man was obviously at a loss, when it came to tricky things like coaxing a woman, he was like a stupid bird that got stunned.

"Then, let me call your male companion for you." Oscar suggested, this is really a good idea.

After finishing speaking, he left in a hurry, as if he was afraid that there would be a devil chasing after him.

Camille stood there stupidly, even the expression of crying was frozen on her face.She can't believe this unexpected situation, she needs to go home!She needs attention!This stupid boy actually left himself alone like this!

Could it be... She began to speculate.

It seems that this is not what mother said - this is just wishful thinking of Cousin Louis.

Oscar, he probably also...

It's ridiculous!

She clenched her hands angrily.

Oscar returned to his seat with Mr. Louis—a corner of the dark sofa in the hall, his hands were clasped together, his thoughts were in a mess, and now he was alone again, and he couldn't find a way to untangle it.

So when the waiter came to ask if he wanted wine, Oscar nodded.The young man began to drink glass after glass of brandy on the table, his blue eyes always drawn to the abandoned black tulip in the corner of the table.

stop looking!he told himself.

But once he recalled the way Camille kissed other men passionately, and the gentle smile on Mr. Lewis's face when he gave flowers away and danced with others, Oscar couldn't express his sadness. I drank all the wine in one gulp.

The sound of the accordion sounded on the dance floor, causing Oscar to recall his hometown in a daze.

London, it was a sad place, and he shouldn't have stayed here for too long.This is a place where a group of low-level people will come to fight for their heads, but unfortunately, fate is not destined to belong to him, a poor painter.

It had been a year since he left home, and in this year, he missed the Irish pastures and the fast-moving white clouds in the sky.

Maybe Simon was right, he should try to spend time with his new love to forget someone.

Well, first of all he has to get out of here.

After an unknown amount of time, when Oscar's consciousness was drowsy and about to fall asleep, the tall gentleman's figure appeared in front of him.

"You're drunk." Louis said to Oscar, this was not a question, but an affirmative tone.

"Haven't the Irish always drank well?"

"I'm not drunk." Oscar sat down on the sofa and defended.He stretched out his head to look behind the gentleman, pointed with his hand indiscriminately, and asked, "Where is that gentleman?"

Although Oscar stopped Sauron's actions, he didn't think anything would happen to him.

"Do you care about him?" Louis sat down beside Oscar and approached him: "Why don't you explain to me first, what did you do on the second floor?"

Oscar looked at the other party suspiciously, because he was drunk, his eyes showed a confused look.

"Tell me, what did you do?" Mr. Lewis repeated, but he wasn't really angry.

"We didn't do anything." Oscar replied, since that gentleman is willing to let Oscar know his secret, then Oscar can't live up to his trust.

The young man tried his best to regain some sober consciousness from his chaotic mind, and finally chose to hide the fact that the peerless beauty was a man from Louis.

In fact, he has another reason.

If Mr. Lewis was interested in the woman who danced before...he meant if, after all, the rapport and the atmosphere that no one else could disturb when they danced at that time, anyone with a discerning eye could detect something, wouldn't he?

If this is the case, Louis knows that the man is going to push his cousin down... it will be very sad...

Oscar shook his head, as if trying to wake himself up.

He was drunk, otherwise why would he come up with so many weird ideas, he doesn't even know where he is now.All he knew was that he didn't want Mr. Louis to be sad...

As everyone knows, Mr. Lewis has long been aware of this hobby of the Winston son.

"What are you thinking again?" The gentleman looked at his increasingly confused expression, he slowly pressed Oscar against the side of the sofa, and reached for the hem of the clothes with his slender hands.

In the darkness, the two were very close.The expression on Louis' face seemed to be a gentleman's demeanor, but the movements of his hands completely disregarded these etiquettes.

Louis already knew what happened in the room, just now, Sauron himself said.

Oscar in front of him rarely fell to the side obediently, without pushing him away.

Much cuter than before.

That hand had distinct joints, was round and slender, and that hand moved down slowly along the skin texture, stopping at Oscar's waist.

Gradually down again...

No!

When being touched to the vitals, Oscar almost jumped up, and then Mr. Louis' big hands clasped the sides of his waist.

Louis abandoned that gentle technique, and the next action caused Oscar to collapse into a ball on the sofa quickly. He clasped the edge of the sofa with both hands, and his thigh reflexively wanted to clamp it, but the vital point was repeatedly held by his hands. Set. Get.

The corner of the sofa, the scenery is infinite.

After a while, the back of the person below him straightened.

Louis took the silk handkerchief from his pocket, which was quickly soaked through.

Oscar hasn't calmed down his breathing yet...

But the gentleman leaned behind him and laughed unceremoniously.

The author has something to say: Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha I want to laugh, I don’t know why...

This chapter is very self-willed, I will revise it tomorrow (I hope it will not be locked when I wake up tomorrow morning, it should be like this...)