The days of eating soft rice in London

Looking like a drowning person being rescued, Oscar almost immediately broke away from Louis' arms and fled to the other end of the big bed, and this action completely exposed his two legs in front of Louis's eyes.

Louis looked at the blue eyes of the other party's anger and resentment, and the corners of his mouth raised leisurely.

The gentleman turned and left. His steady and calm steps showed that he was a well-born and educated person, and his cold eyes that looked down on everyone also showed his uncovetable status now.

People like me who are struggling at the bottom can only be slaughtered by Mr. Louis...

The visitor wears a tall hat and claims to be an official of the court.After doffing his hat to Louis, the official handed over a document with a red official seal.

"Sir, please check it out." Louis reached out to take it, and the depth in the black pupils was self-evident.

This is a court summons.

And on the front of the subpoena, in the column of the plaintiff, the name written is - Howard Morris.

"Heh." The chuckle quickly condensed into a white mist in the cold temperature, Louis smiled slowly amid such atrocities, his blood was boiling.

Or rather, he was excited.

Will his good uncle come to murder him like he did to his younger brother back then?The officer put his hat back on, leaned forward, and bowed farewell to Louis.

"Then, please be able to attend on time in one month."

"Excuse me." The carriage picked up the transmission official of the court, and returned along the stone-paved street where it came.

The winter sun was warm and clear, and the weather couldn't be better, but somehow it made people feel depressed.The remaining snow that was about to melt was piled up on the two rows of the street, and a few dead grasses stubbornly emerged from it, mixed with the dirty snow, making it look more and more dirty.

The sunlight clearly shone on the gentleman, but it felt as if the darkness of the whole world was concentrated in this corner, all hidden in his tall and speechless back.

Maintaining an upright standing posture and a sad and evil smile, the summons on his fingertips landed quietly.

The tragic image of his father before his death and the beautiful face of his mother quickly flashed across his mind, and those disgusting, annoying, ugly faces and souls that repeatedly became nightmares were about to appear in front of him again.

How did these damned people not fall into purgatory and be burned to a dregs by fire?

If he hadn't been tortured extremely painfully, who would still believe in gods foolishly?

Everyone is an evil devil, hiding the most ugly heart, while pretending to show you good intentions, you can't shut your hypocritical mouth.

How ironic!He studied poetry since he was a child, and poets praised family love in their carols, but unfortunately the word family love never belonged to him; he longed for sincerity, but this absurd world would never let him meet; he desperately curbed his evil in the dark Thoughts, but the continuous incidents, like holding a sharp dagger to force him, can no longer make him return the slightest mercy.

If there really is a supreme lord in the world, then those stories about Noah’s Ark that have been read over and over again, those monstrous floods of the end of the world——

Is it long overdue?

Regardless of whether the Lord comes or not, and punishes or not, he will also give these hypocritical people the blame they deserve. He will make them suffer like rats drowned in the sewer.All the shameless hypocrisy, all the sordid malice, should be buried six feet under the earth, darkened, tortured, destroyed!

Wait until everything is safe.

He took away his innocent and beautiful Oscar.

The evil that was covered by the shell is gradually cracking, almost at the same time as the great cholera that is about to erupt in London - it hits the sky and cover the sky like a flood bursting an embankment, engulfing the entire slowly approaching spring...

In the cold wind, the gentleman in the black suit stood where he was, and suddenly stared at the French window on the second floor with the dark red curtain half covered.

The two rosy lips parted and closed, but no one could hear him whispering something.

Oscar was barefoot, standing by the fireplace.

Unlike the frighteningly low temperature outside, the temperature in the room makes people feel like they are in early summer.

Oscar is right here, living his day and night in a daze, he doesn't even know that the snow outside has already started to melt, and the sky has cleared up.

It wasn't until the iron locks rattled and echoed loudly in the empty house that he suddenly came back to his senses.Those servants who appeared out of nowhere locked all the doors again. In Oscar's eyes, it was extremely hateful.

He knew that these servants would never appear when Louis was around, but as soon as Louis left, they would appear like ghosts, watching him in secret.

Except for the crackling sound of the fire in the fireplace, the room was silent, only the endless burning herbs and endless picture books accompanied Oscar.

The young man buried his head in his knees and twisted his wrists uncomfortably in the handcuffs.

The blond hair covers his eyes decadently, he is now like a bird locked in a comfortable cage, no need to worry about finding food, but he has lost his freedom because of this.

This is imprisonment. It is a kind of mental torture!He really, can't be imprisoned like this anymore!

The high-end carriage passed through the Parliament Square, passing tall buildings.

Mottled scenes flashed quickly outside Louis's deep eyes, making it impossible to figure out what he was thinking about.

The carriage finally stopped at the Middlesex Town Hall, where the golden coat of arms of the Supreme Court of the United Kingdom was still shining brightly on the gate of the town hall.

Soon, the gentleman was welcomed in.The queen's subjects have always been proud of their country's leading constitutional monarchy in the world. The bloodless glorious revolution and mature representative system are a good talk in the mouths of politicians who can speak well.

But in this political framework praised by the world, the justices of the British courts are appointed by direct submissions to Queen Victoria.

But the power to elect judges is in fact hardly subject to any institutional checks and balances.

This is not a disadvantage, but it can be taken advantage of by those who are interested.

Things were not as difficult as imagined, and Louis immediately came up with a countermeasure. He walked into the government hall with a smile on his face, just like the gentle and polite gentleman he used to be.

"Hello, Mr. Louis." The secretary of the administrative court immediately stepped forward to shake hands with him, "Earl John has been waiting for you for a long time."

Earl John was the father of Johnson who went to France for a study tour. All London knew that he was extremely arrogant and loved by the Queen.

"I know that the Lord Chancellor is really busy, Sir." Louis said, clasping his fingers on the sofa, "You are also a member of the cabinet and the head of the House of Lords, so it is difficult to preside over the court's trial events."

"However, I still hope that you can come to preside over the overall situation."

The count didn't speak, he seemed to be waiting for something.

Louis understood what he meant, stopped turning the corner, and said directly: "To be honest, the place you want in Sheffield happens to be under my name."

"If you are willing to host, this land can be handled by you. It just depends on your wishes."

The exchange of interests hit Earl John's mind.

He put on a warm face, and said politely: "I am very happy to help. Since you are Johnson's friend, then you are also my friend."

Look, another hypocritical mouth.

The winter night is gradually falling, and the night is covering the whole of London, and the carriage is coming from the end of the block.

Mr. Louis hurried back to the villa in order to catch up with the dinner with Oscar.

What shocked Oscar the most now was that Mr. Louis actually lay directly next to him after taking a shower.

As if he could run away in handcuffs.

Even if Oscar turned his back to the other party, he could still feel the coldness of the people behind him.

"Oscar." The gentleman called his name suddenly, "turn around and look at me." His tone was strong.

Immediately, a burst of excessive force pulled him into his arms, followed by a crazy and lingering kiss.

After the kiss, the gentleman's arms were still tightly wrapped around Oscar's waist.

"Good night."

Oscar couldn't move, and he didn't dare to look back at him, and he didn't even dare to move any more.

Louis seemed to be very tired and fell asleep quickly, but he himself always woke up from time to time, looked at the fire in the fireplace in a daze, and then fell asleep drowsily, and so on, and the cycle repeated.

Mr. Lewis woke up on time at six o'clock in the morning, and he gave Oscar a good morning kiss first.

And after breakfast, he actually removed Oscar's handcuffs.

The author has something to say: a bunch of things.

Humanities competition in early December.

A recent presentation assignment.

There is also a six-level scoring test.

And my pile of unwritten papers.

Can be more definitely more, thank you for your support (bow