The days of eating soft rice in London

The moment his hands were released, Oscar was still in a daze.

And Louis only gave the other party a dangerous and warning look, and left in a hurry.

He is always so busy.

The people who were left at the dining table slowly came to the French windows on the second floor and watched the tall and straight figure board the carriage.

The gentleman who was about to enter the carriage seemed to notice it immediately, and looked back at the blond young man with only half of his face exposed behind the dark red curtain.

He is an Irishman, but has a pale Nordic complexion, against the dark red curtains, it looks bluish white, thin, like newly formed ice on a house in a civilian area.

Immediately afterwards, the gentleman evoked a strange smile, and his rosy lips said——

"Wait obediently for me to come back, Oscar."

The line of sight followed the carriage further and further until it gradually disappeared at the end of the street.The door was skillfully locked by the following servant.

Oscar's world once again fell into a dead silence.

He shuttled back and forth in the corridor like a ghost, constantly looking for a way to escape.

It's getting more painful every day.

Especially at night, when he was held in the arms of a gentleman and slept together.

He was a normal man, and in Ireland he had been a good hand in the crops, with good strength.But he couldn't resist Louis, because then, what he would get in exchange would be an even worse restraint.

Oscar kept hitting the floor-to-ceiling windows, trying to find a sharp weapon in the house that could destroy things.But he found desperately that there was nothing sharp for him to use in such a big house.

He has never even seen a single figure on the street outside the window, this house is like a big cage, completely isolating him from the world.

The rooms with windows were also locked, and he had only managed to crawl out through the cracks in the ventilation blades.Oscar became more and more depressed, he just wanted to dig a deep well that could lead to the center of the earth, and escape here immediately.

He was almost driven into a state of insanity by being locked up in this house, and sometimes he would talk to himself for days on end, and if this continued, he felt that he would become a lunatic sooner or later.

The ceiling to the four walls were covered with black velvet curtains, falling layer upon layer at Oscar's bare feet.There was only one candlestick fireplace in the room, and the light from the fire shone through the fireplace and reflected on the young man's hand.

He stared at the golden pocket watch in his hand for a long time, on which was the portrait of the gentleman's mother.In this way, women can look at him lovingly, and he has someone to talk to.

A faint flame danced in the fireplace, and the room without light coming in looked eerie. He muttered something to his pocket watch in a low voice, his face pale.

He just sits around doing nothing all day, knowing nothing about the outside world.Sometimes, he would draw some inexplicable pictures, and sometimes, he would count the huge ebony clock in the living room, watch the pendulum swing in it, and listen to its brass tone, heavy and monotonous.

And beyond this narrow world, spring has settled down in London like a belated guest.

Oscar was wearing a nightgown, standing under the exhaust fan and looking at the scenery outside the window.Only when he felt the breeze on his bare chest did he realize he was alive.

For a whole month he languished, unable to pull himself together, silent and disheartened.

above the court.

For the first time Earl John had asked to preside over the prosecution, and he did sit in the center of the tribunal now, in a white wig.

Outside the glass curtain wall are the media and officials who came to watch the trial, and some sat behind the lawyer's seat and watched the trial.

The sharp-tongued lawyers kept refuting the words of the Morriss.

"He got the painter out of prison, as my coachman can attest!"

The old coachman who had been in the mansion for more than ten years stood up from the auditorium, his legs trembling: "Yes, Your Honor, that is indeed the case."

"Does this prove that this gentleman has committed the crime of sodomy?" said the lawyer. "You are too hasty. If Mr. Morris is easily judged on this basis, then London has committed the most rape. The guilty must be your son, Viscountess."

The officials on the trial bench laughed softly. Some of them were Joseph's court colleagues, and they knew all too well about his unique hobbies and shameless style in private.

Mrs. Morris had no solid evidence, and blushed and screamed: "Syphilis in London is brought by people like him. He is guilty!"

"You really should get a lawyer, ma'am. Please stop talking like that."

"You talk too, Howard." She prodded her husband beside her with her arm.

Lord Morris was already ashamed of being laughed at by his fellow judges, and he was still wearing clothes made of cheap materials today.

A decent gentleman before had been reduced to this appearance, and now he felt totally unable to hold his head up.Howard Morris gave his wife a hard look and didn't want to say another word.

"As you can see, Mr. Judge." The lawyer bowed, "I think you can make a decision."

"No! I haven't finished yet!" Mrs. Morris raised her voice and stood up abruptly from her seat. "He is a complete liar, and he wants to marry my daughter and defraud our property!"

Sauron, who was sitting in the auditorium, stood up suddenly at this moment. He still wore the big blond wave cap today, pretending to be a woman, and he was extremely glamorous.

Everyone's attention was focused on him, and even the ordering personnel in the court were stunned.

No one came to stop him.

Sauron walked up to Louis in a dignified manner, without saying a word in a sensible manner.He didn't expose his voice, which was a hundred times rougher than a normal man's.

He snuggled into Louis' arm like a bird, and Louis glanced at him, as if asking why you were here, but the latter gave him a very charming wink.

Someone in the audience quickly recognized him, "This is Boss Winston's youngest daughter."

"My God? Are they together?"

The media immediately began to take pictures of it non-stop, and Roy from News Pictorial was among them.

A pair of gentlemen and beautiful women, they look very well matched.

Everywhere shows how overwhelmed this declining couple is.

"This is a vicious incident of slander." Earl John sounded the gavel and made a conclusion.

"Such a courteous gentleman, and your nephew. You flout the solemnity of the law, and use the courtroom as a place to have fun."

"I declare that the court will carry out criminal detention for this vicious act."

The faces of the Morris couple turned ashen.

"Didn't you say it would work!" Baron Morris reprimanded his wife loudly, "Now, they want to detain me?"

"It's all your fault, you stupid woman, how did I marry you, an old idiot?"

Mrs. Morris panicked. She ran to the opposite side and accidentally fell to the ground.

"Louis!" She stretched out her hand and grabbed the gentleman's suit trousers, which had been ironed straight.

"Louis, good nephew, I beg you, don't send your uncle to jail, he's too old to take it."

Louis avoided it without a trace, and he mocked unabashedly:

"Yes, Oscar can't bear it either." He smiled coldly, like Satan coming from hell. "But you asked for it yourself, so who is to blame?"

"Hypocrisy! You hypocritical fellow!" she screamed, like a wild peasant woman. "Don't think that you can be lawless if you have money! You are all in collusion. When we have money again, you wait for me!"

These words sounded ironic to Earl John's ears, and soon, she was thrown out of the court.

It was already night when Louis came back.

Oscar saw him standing under the setting sun, the edges of his body seemed to be covered with a layer of warm and charming light.

The gentleman went upstairs quickly, opened the door, and embraced Oscar completely in his arms.

It seems that something happy happened.

Louis caressed his face, the warmth and morbid desire for control in his eyes intertwined.

The gentleman looked a little agitated, although it wasn't obvious, but Oscar was sensitive to it.

"I'm going to take you away, Oscar." A triumphant smile suddenly appeared on the corner of his mouth, he stroked Oscar's chin, and a cold kiss fell.

Those big hands also reached into his nightgown, wrapping tightly around his waist.

Caught off guard.

But to the gentleman's surprise——

The person in front of him actually sucked his finger on his lips as usual.

Different from his cold fingers, it was a warm touch.

Those blue eyes looked at the gentleman seriously, full of ambiguity, timidity, and impenetrable determination.

Immediately after this move, the atmosphere changed immediately.

The gentleman's heart began to beat wildly.

Oscar, is he willing to accept himself?

The other party then obediently fell on his back on the bed, making a gesture of submission.

This caused the gentleman to lose his composure rarely, and stay where he was.

He was really happy for the other party's compromise.

The poor nightgown was pulled up suddenly and covered his neck.

There was a crackling sound of new charcoal being added to the fireplace.

Louis is like a captain, he bends down, his knuckle-protruding hands clasp the side of the ship, and he controls everything.

The ship quivered slightly, hesitating whether to proceed, but obeying.

The kiss landed on the back, all the way down.

From the calm sea of ​​Scotland close to Northern Europe, drifting towards the lakes of Ireland, and finally paddling towards the Strait of La Manche.

A hoarse voice ordered the rate of paddling.

Because he was about to cross the sea of ​​storms, splitting the waves like a sharp blade.

(not descriptive)

The ship felt that it was about to be smashed by the reef, turning white foam.

Or it is about to cross the Clyde Falls, and there is a possibility of destruction at any time.

The author has something to say: here is a clear soup with little water...

I will cover my face later...

That's what it means...(>_<)