The days of eating soft rice in London

"Are you drawing that freak?" Winston suddenly appeared behind Oscar. He looked at the young man's new work with astonishment on his face.

Oscar was taken aback by the other party.

Regardless of the fact that the paint on the painting was not dry, he hastily covered the canvas beside him.

Winston reached out and tore it off, carefully confirming the man on the painting——

That cold and weird guy.

Absolutely read that right.

"You actually know him?"

Oscar didn't know what to say, he planned to paint landscapes this afternoon.

Seeing Oscar's ashamed expression, he instantly made a judgment in his heart.

"Ah, I see! I see..." Winston patted his shining forehead as if remembering something.

He began to look at the plainly dressed young man in front of him again, with a look of horror on his face: "The lover he had in the lawsuit a few months ago, couldn't it be you?"

The blond young man was bewildered, he didn't know anything about it.

Winston's jaw was about to drop to the ground, how could Louis' little lover be picked up by him?

It's been eight lifetimes of blood mold!

Oscar didn't understand what Winston meant, who would sue?Louis?

"You guys are here for the truth? Isn't it slander?"

"Do you still want to fuck him?"

The current employer spoke bluntly and bluntly, Oscar was stunned, how should he answer this!

Before Oscar could explain, "No, no, no," the other party immediately shook his head, immediately denying this idea, "How can someone like him get fucked?"

Oscar didn't make a sound, and it took a long time before he asked his doubts: "A lawsuit?"

"That's right, go to court." The employer repeated, looking at him suspiciously: "You, the client, don't know?"

"Baron Morris sued him and you for the crime of chicken adultery," he shrugged his shoulders as he looked at the other party's confused expression, and continued, "Well, this is something that everyone in London knows, my son Also went to court."

"You mean..." Oscar asked uncertainly, "Sauron?"

"That's right, it's my son."

No wonder, no wonder they came to visit Louis together that day.

But Oscar stayed here for so long, and he didn't see him at all, and he didn't know if Sauron would hate himself for saving Camille that day, he thought.

Pointing to the man in the painting, the employer turned his head and said to Oscar: "You should really see how busy your family was at that time. This is no joke. At that time, the court asked you to attend in person, but he How dare you refuse directly in person, you really have the guts."

Oscar stood where he was, only feeling pain in his head.

Wasn't that the day when I was imprisoned?

That's why Louis was so tired at the time...

Turns out not just to lock himself in the apartment, but to...and go to court for it?

"Then tell me what's going on with you now, brother?" He smiled lewdly, with an ambiguous tone, "Did Louis kick you away again?"

Winston, who had always been fond of sardonic tenderness, had to admit that he was greatly interested in the gossip about the freak. "I still remember the pitiful look you had when you were selling paintings on the side of the road. Why didn't you just lie on his bed? He is so rich."

After speaking, he patted Oscar's buttocks jokingly.

"We are not what you think." Oscar took a step away, feeling something in his heart made him unable to breathe.

"No?" He looked straight at Oscar with his eyes, as if he wanted to see some emotion from his face.

This reminded Oscar of Sauron on the day of the ball, with exactly the same accent and the same expression, the father and son were really carved out of the same mold.

"Young man, to be honest, I admire your painting style." The employer put his hand on his shoulder, and Oscar immediately had a bad feeling. He stood quietly and listened to Winston's next words. something to say.

"But I would like to advise you, you should hurry to find him." He said silently: if you have seen his means in business.

"I dare not take you in, so as not to involve me..."

"The proceeds from the auction are all yours, and I don't want the middle price. You take the money and rent a carriage. It's far away from Sheffield."

Winston's keen instinct told him that he should return the young man at once, before he got into any serious trouble.

Oscar looked at him and nodded to himself, muttered something, and walked away unsteadily, as if he was something hot to touch.

The young man picked up his usual paintbrush and sighed.

I'm afraid I can't stay here anymore.

He ruffled his blond hair angrily, thinking that Louis had filed a lawsuit for it, which made Oscar feel that he owed him something again.

Somehow, he recalled the "Mrs. Hamilton" that he watched in the theater, as if he had become the protagonist of that play unconsciously, had the same fate as her, and could only live in the homeless world. lingering in desperation...

Simon and Roy hurried home after work, and the two of them didn't speak a word along the way.

For the past few months, they have been exhausted every day.

Oscar has been away from London for more than two months, and he doesn't know if he has returned to Ireland, Simon thought while taking off his coat.

The newspaper office was extremely busy. Besides writing articles on the spread of cholera and sorting out the deaths in various districts, he and Roy also kept interviewing the congressmen.

Until they saw Oscar's work in the pictorial, although it didn't seem very useful in this special period.

Later, Oscar's works began to be published frequently. Although it was only a small column, it was worthy of recognition.He also painted a horrible scene of cholera among the people at the bottom. Once the work was exhibited, it won the general praise of the upper class.

Even a layman like Simon felt that Oscar's style had changed.Although he doesn't understand these techniques and the like, the changes in them can be clearly seen by those who know him well.

He was so proud of his friend that he even made preparations for a trip to Ireland after the cholera had passed.

Few people pass by on the street outside the tin window. Every family in London is hiding in their houses waiting to die, and the food they hoarded will be eaten up.The budget-minded housewives don't know how to face the next predicament, and can only hope that this endless hard life will soon pass.

Joseph died, which was unremarkable news.

At this moment Flora, in a black dress, with a black veil covering her face, was walking beside Joseph's coffin, which was carried by a burly man and a hired helper.

Fortunately, there was a man by her side who could help her with these burial matters.

But because of the environment, no one wanted to stay outside for too long, so she could only choose to bury Joseph hastily.

Right in front of the street came a group of people, they were dressed in extraordinary clothes, forming a white climate in the middle of the gray street.

Flora and the other two men stopped on their way and knelt on both sides of the street to make way for the visiting bishops.

The leading bishop in white seemed to be fearless, walking at the forefront, and he even listened carefully to his companions discussing the political affairs of the Holy Land.

"Türkiye is different from the past, and it dares not offend anyone."

The bishop in white nodded in agreement, and walked towards the center of the residential area step by step.

Recently, Russia and Turkey have disputed the right to the Holy Land, and the previous conflicts with Britain have become more and more acute.

Most importantly, the British royal family's attitude towards the right to holy places is also unpredictable.

As a huge empire spanning Eurasia and North America, Tsarist Russia, which has always been known for its brutal force, made the Eurasian countries tremble.

As the hero of the anti-French alliance and the main force to suppress the European revolution, Russia's status in Europe is already invincible, let alone in Asia.

According to the balance of power policy that the British cabinet has always pursued, the current tense international situation makes people sincerely doubt that once the cholera disaster is over, will war follow?

The people chosen by God are still breathing, and they will be swallowed by a new wave.

No way.

People are struggling in love and hate, no one can escape, they can only work hard and endure.

Please continue to live in this dunya.

Because of God, he loves this kind of person the most.

"A group of stubborn landlubbers, it is said that they still have serfs? War is inevitable..."

The green-eyed bishop in white let out a burst of laughter, and regained his composure in an instant. "But don't worry, they will be beaten black and blue."

The retinue of priests called together the people of the neighborhood.Those struggling in pain formed a circle around the bishop, listening to God's instruction devoutly.

The white-clothed bishop was also on a routine business, and he came here just to soothe the flustered hearts.

He intoned aloud:

"I am a servant of God. God said that in the immortal memory, suffering must come. As our pastoral office, we hope with all our hearts that the faith will flourish and blossom everywhere in our time, and that any heresy will be far away. Out of the temple of believers, we willingly express our pious and holy desire, and we once again work together to realize this desire."

"But recently, we have heard some sad rumors that cholera is still mercilessly depriving us of our lives. I would like to remind you that heaven and purgatory are just a moment away. People chosen by God, we must guard our lives. persevere."

Faith is magical, no one can deny this.See, as long as they are repeatedly reminded of the existence of Paradise Eden, they will be willing to be silent lambs.

The painful look on people's faces gradually eased under prayer, and even showed a calm and peaceful smile.

"Rise up, dear children of our Missionary Brotherhood, Bishop Victor clearly stated here that souls are dangerous, and may fall into eternal perdition. This Holy See has God's will, believe it——"

"God save London!"

"God save London!" the whole neighborhood immediately cheered loudly.

The author has something to say: Because of God, he loves this kind of person the most.From Osamu Dazai.

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