The days of eating soft rice in London

"It's not necessary." The gentleman laughed sarcastically, showing his dark white teeth.His face was like a paper talisman without any blood on it.

"You can't stop me," he said.

The Lonely Gentleman is convinced his Oscar will be back.

After all, Oscar has such warm lips, and there are times when he clings to him like a weed.

There were times when she sighed and raised her hands to cup his cheeks, frowning at him.

There is a time when you have the heart to open your legs and are willing to sink with him.

The gentleman waited all day by the fire, still choosing to believe that his Oscar might return.

After all, they have shallow kisses and passionate bites.

The warm breath slowly speeds up, and when the Adam's apple slides up and down.

There are also times when the eyes full of energy gradually lose focus, and the body turns into a pool of snow.

This is not an illusion, he can also feel a little enthusiasm hidden under the appearance of the other party's constant resistance, even if it is very weak, so weak that it can be completely ignored.

Let's hope it's not his self-indulgence.

At the ball that day, when he handed over the black tulip to Sauron, the gentleman did not miss Oscar's disappointed eyes, and when Oscar tried to comfort Camille who was pushed off the roof, the hands slowly lowered under his gaze ...

But Oscar didn't come back...

He imitated what Oscar often did, guarding on the rug by the fireplace, waiting from dawn to darkness, and then from darkness to the second dawn.

Oscar still hasn't come back.

why?

——He could take him out of here immediately.

——If it were him, he felt that he would wait for Oscar like this, even if it was a whole month or a whole year, as long as the person waiting was Oscar, he could take as long as he wanted.

—Oscar only needs to wait one more day, just one day.If you want to go to Ireland, then go to Ireland, even if Oscar wants to go to the sky, he will go to pick off the stars.

The gentleman stroked the golden chain watch in his hand, with a layer of crystal curved glass between his fingertips, and the woman's head was still smiling brightly inside.

——If, all of this is an illusion... If Oscar wanted to leave him wholeheartedly, why was he willing to give him such warm warmth before being cruelly indifferent?

—just to escape?

——Why would even Oscar lie to him?

The first ray of sunlight of the second dawn leaked into the window and shone on the chain watch in his hand. The thin glass surface reflected the light, and the woman's face was blurred in the halo.

The fire in the fireplace was completely extinguished in the black firewood, and a wisp of blue smoke slowly rose.

Gentleman knows, his Oscar is not coming back.

The pain of being deceived was like being bitten by a wild beast. He was restless all day long, and the veins on his forehead were still faintly throbbing.And now, he is still being reprimanded by pointing his nose like this——

"Don't do whatever you want just because you have money, he also has an independent personality!" Simon was furious and angry at the gentleman in front of him.

"I'll say it again," Louis said with a stern expression, "I'm going to take him away."

"Impossible." Simon replied immediately, not to be outdone.

Roy tried to break this stalemate, and he also helped Simon, saying politely: "Mr. Louis, I thought you knew that Oscar is in a bad state now, and you can't just take him away forcefully."

The Gentleman was in no mood to compromise, and out of rage and desperation he had utterly refused to budge. "So--"

"Excuse me."

After finishing speaking, the followers behind the gentleman were about to break down the door.

When a wolf with a keen sense of smell catches the trace of its prey, it will not give up easily and follow it all the way.

Simon stood where he was, panting like an angry cat.Roy immediately went to the gate to stop him, but was eventually outnumbered and pushed aside.

A shattered corner of the window let in sparse light, illuminating the golden hair of the sleeping man.In the backlit field of vision, the blue eyes slowly opened, and the inside was clear.

Hearing the noise, he came to the living room and found a large group of people standing there.

"Oscar?" Simon looked back at him in surprise, and shouted, "You go in first!"

Oscar immediately noticed the familiar man. He stood there dizzy, looking at the slender gentleman.The gentleman didn't speak, and his eyes were fixed on his face with fierce eyes, as if he was going to burn a hole in his heart.

Did Louis really come here to find him?

Drowsiness struck one after another, Oscar came to the window, and took several deep breaths before finishing his sentence. "Sir, you know I won't go with you."

"Did you hear that?" Simon said, "He doesn't want to, please respect his opinion."

In Louis' complicated eyes, pain, anger and unwillingness were constantly intertwined. It was not until the air was silent for a long time that he asked faintly, "Do you like me?"

"You misunderstood," Oscar smiled weakly, he replied without thinking in a trance, "I don't like you, never have."

The gentleman's face was gloomy, and he stared intently into those empty eyes.

"Please stop being so childish," said the blond young man. "Please."

Oscar forcibly controlled his urge to abandon his gun and run away, and met the other party's gaze without moving.He saw a chilling smile on the corner of Louis's mouth, and those eyes that seemed to be peering into his heart seemed to want to catch a trace of lying from his face.

Oscar pretended to be calm, without changing his face, showing a tough attitude.

But his eyes still didn't dare to meet it, and his eyes even passed the gentleman's graceful jaw line long ago, and landed on a cloud floating leisurely outside the window.

He dare not look, he is still cowardly.

It never happened, did it?His heart suddenly missed a beat, and he didn't dare to think about it...that handsome face in the cemetery, the fragrance from the suit in the crowded shelf, the gentle smile under the street lamp, the sad pair in the dim candlelight by the dining table. eyes, and those gentle and long kisses that they hid in the elm grove... All these pictures come to the fore like a Fenacci mirror...

but……

What is he here?

All the pictures disappeared, only the gentleman's handsome face appeared in front of his eyes, and his gentleman's voice was hoarse and pleasant as usual.The breath of every word fell on his face, and Louis sighed deeply: "It's really cruel..."

The cold wind blew in from the window, blowing the blond hair on his forehead. The young man regained his senses in a trance, only to realize that the tall shadow had left at some point.

Only the cloud shadow moved slightly.

A cloud of dark gray fell on the tin window.

The author has something to say: I'm going to rehearse...

I want to change the name of the article and ask for advice.