The days of eating soft rice in London

It was already eight o'clock, but the clock in Trafalgar Square still didn't ring. It seemed that it needed repairs from the government again.

The clouds swimming in the Soho area showed a thick gray color.A gust of cold wind blows, and snowflakes are thrown down from the air, gradually covering the whole of London.

There was a constant cold wind blowing in from the window, and large flakes of snowflakes couldn't wait to rush towards him, dancing and spinning around the young man.

The branches of the crooked tree in front of the house knocked heavily on the iron window, and the surrounding cold made people shiver all over, making Oscar unable to breathe.

For a moment, he felt that he should be in pain.

"What the hell weather! Why is it snowing again?" Simon complained, closing the window quickly.

"Don't just stand there, Oscar." Simon pulled the young man who was stunned to the sofa and sat down.

He looked at Oscar's pale face, and asked with concern: "Are...do you feel okay?"

Oscar still seemed to have lost his soul, he nodded slightly, and only squeezed out a dry smile at his friend: "I'm fine."

But Simon could clearly hear the real pain in his hoarse voice, and the light in those lovely blue eyes was slowly dimming, which inexplicably made Simon suspicious.

"Roy," Simon looked at the bearded man at the door, "Go to the newspaper office first, I still have something to tell Oscar."

"As it happens, I also have two words to tell you." Roy stood there without moving, looking straight at Simon.

Simon wrinkled his nose, he got up and walked over, took Roy's arm and walked out the door quickly.

"Will your friend get infected...?" Roy struggled to find the right words in his mind. "You know, fever is the earliest sign of cholera."

"No, he's just freezing. You know, my friend has been miserable lately," said Simon.

"Yes," Roy replied pretending to be angry: "So you are a little bastard who forgets his friends, and you have completely neglected me these two days."

"What kind of anger are you getting at? He is my friend." Simon replied dissatisfiedly, and he said mercilessly: "If I have to choose between friendship and you now, then I will not at all Choose Oscar with hesitation."

"Wow...it's heartbreaking..." Roy shrugged, turned and left.

Simon is always so straightforward, saying that he is not sad is a lie, but he still appreciates Simon's loyalty, alas...

"I said, what's the matter with you? I also have a little right to know." Simon sat beside Oscar, "I went to the attic to look for you a month ago, and your aunt didn't even know you went there." What happened, what happened?"

Oscar looked at his good friend's face, but didn't know how to answer.

"Did he bully you?" Simon asked tactfully, "Or did he not let you go?"

Oscar's shoulders suddenly trembled violently. Seeing his expression full of indescribable fear, Simon already had a general idea in his heart.

"Then, why don't you hide in our newspaper first?"

Oscar shook his head, and slowly refused: "No need, Simon."

"He won't come, will he?" He buried his head in his knees, as if he was questioning himself in disgust, "I'm still normal, I can't possibly like a man, right?"

Seeing his bewildered look, Simon murmured his lips a few times, but didn't say anything.

***

My aunt asked Flora to take out all the quilts at home and spread them on the ground in the residential area. She fetched two pots of water, heated the firewood to boil the water, and then poured the scalding water on all the quilts. quilt.

Mrs. Morris stood beside Joseph, cursing loudly by the bed: "What are you doing!"

The aunt immediately turned around and shot back: "You said I was doing it... oh!!!" She suddenly let out a surprised cry and stopped what she was doing.

The light in the room was too dim, she didn't notice at all just now, this stupid woman was bleeding her son?

"What blood! Are you dying!"

"These quilts are not all stained with blood, are they?" My aunt immediately took a few big steps back after she finished speaking.She stayed far away from those quilts, and didn't dare to approach them easily. "Take it away! You idiot! I've never seen a sow as stupid as you!"

"Pay attention to the way you talk to me! Joseph is not infected with cholera!" Mrs. Morris screamed hysterically. She needed to save the face of her family. "We upper class people will not get this dirty disease!"

"Upper class? Ha! Upper class people?" My aunt laughed unceremoniously, and then put on a vicious expression in a flash, "put away your high-ranking face, you so-called upper class people claim to be educated and educated every day, keep it The common sense of dog life is not as much as that of us poor people!" She looked at Mrs. Morris's face getting darker and darker, and then sneered: "Hey! God bless you, you can live a good life as a top sow!"

"You made us unable to spend the night tonight!"

"Is it important to spend the night or your old life!?" My aunt was so angry that she had a headache, "Shut up!"

The sound of quarreling was one after another, and the old woman with a wrinkled face in the residential area passed by, looking at my aunt's behavior with strange eyes.

The aunt only glanced at the neighbor, and then resumed her work. She held her nose nimbly, and quickly poured boiling water over the whole house, including those corners.

Mrs. Morris has been looking at her resentfully.

Flora on the side took her mother's hand and reminded her kindly: "Mom, can you be more friendly to others?"

In return, the mother gave a fierce stare, "Is she your mother or me?"

"I'm going to leave you with a daughter!" Mrs. Morris became more and more hysterical, close to madness. She pinched Flora's arm fiercely with both hands, and repeated a sentence in her mouth: "Flora, I But you’re the only daughter!?”

"I know, Mom." Flora tried to break her hand away. "Let go of me, it hurts."

"Mom!" She avoided, her arms were already red and purple.

My aunt came over with the kettle and kicked Mrs. Morris who was mad on the ground. "Are you finished?"

"You look like this, your son will be killed by you sooner or later!"

She threw the kettle aside, "Flora, go to my house first, and let your mother calm down." After she finished speaking, she picked up Flora and walked home.

"Mother..." Joseph's lips trembled, his eyesight was already blurry, and he was near the end of his life. "Joseph! My son!" Mrs. Morris began to cry like a child again. She climbed to the bedside, touched her son's face, but repeatedly chanted her own jewelry, and she even thought of her son's funeral. "I could have taken my obsidian necklace, and the black diamond from South Africa."

"Your father gave me so many necklaces..." Tears and snot flowed all over her face, "Joseph, you can't leave us..."

Flora was received warmly by her aunt, and they chatted about their marriage, but her aunt's vulgar and open tone made Flora blush.

Only two hours later, the old lady dragged the sheriff to the attic.

The woman with wrinkles and stains on her face tremblingly pointed at the attic: "Sir, she is the woman in this family."

"She is a witch. I saw with my own eyes what kind of magic she performed. She was summoned by Satan to bring the cholera in London." The old woman's mixed gray eyes showed a kind of extra seriousness.

"She had intercourse with Satan every night, so that her husband was cast into a spell, and he was unconscious every day." The old woman's gray hair was blown to a mess, she chattered, and she firmly believed in witches The presence.She also urged Mr. Sheriff to quickly arrest the bad woman of the Burton family. This woman not only has a bad temper and a high voice, but has also been paraded by a wooden barrel. These are the characteristics of a witch. She has long known Burton The woman of the house is a witch again.

"Ha! A witch?" When my aunt was about to be forcibly taken to the Inquisition, she obviously didn't realize the seriousness of the problem. "Could it be that such a cholera broke out because of a woman's vicious mouth?"

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