The days of eating soft rice in London

Louis was standing behind him, still dressed for a trip.

Good upbringing allowed him to express concern and condolences to Oscar, but judging from the look on the gentleman's face, he seemed to have stayed up all night.

"It's nothing, sir." Oscar replied briefly. The blond young man pretended to be calm and admiring the patterns on the drapery in his hands, but in fact he put all his thoughts on Louis.

After all, they had such a fierce dispute last night, and she didn't have the shame to say that she might fall in love with him. This dispute has not yet come to a conclusion.

Oscar thought in his heart, summoned up his courage, and glanced at the gentleman quietly.

And the other party actually happened to look over, those black eyes were looking at him, so dark that there was no impurity or emotion mixed in.Oscar's face was instantly as hot as boiling water, and he felt like his whole heart was about to jump out.

Sauron's appearance relieved this embarrassment in time. "Little Oscar, you looked stunned just now. But you have every reason to be surprised. There is no such absurd place in Europe." Sauron stood beside the young man, and continued: "But other The room is certainly not in the same style, he just puts on a drab hipster look, which is much better than all the elaborate designs for showing off wealth, isn't it?"

"Yes, it's really good here." Oscar echoed.

"However, it looks very old-fashioned." Sauron laughed and glanced at Louis, "But it is also inevitable to become a fashion--the fashion of those who have hereditary property and can afford the expenses. No one is allowed in here since they are so vulgarly adorned as you can see! I am in your honor! Not even me is allowed in but himself and servants! You are the only one who is Those who are allowed to enter this mysterious place."

Oscar pulled out a polite smile, but he didn't dare to look at the gentleman again.

"I think you'd better keep quiet, Sauron." Mr. Louis looked unhappy.He then said to the young man, "Please forgive me for my poor reception and ridiculous decoration, which made you fall ill and pass out as soon as you came."

"But I still have something to do today, and I can't shirk it." The gentleman looked at Oscar's profile and said sincerely.If you listen carefully, you will find that there is some kind of apology lurking in that tone, but it is well concealed by the master.

"Your fever hasn't gone away, Oscar." Louis said as he put on his hat, "You need to rest well, Sauron, and please take good care of him."

After speaking, the gentleman strode away.

A carriage had already parked in front of the luxurious villa, and the person who came to meet Louis was a young man in a light gray suit.The young man nodded to Louis and followed him into the carriage.

Oscar watched the gentleman get into the carriage until the other party disappeared from sight.Sauron stretched out his hand and waved it in front of his eyes, calling him back to his senses: "Hey! Everyone is gone, don't look!"

"Why did you suddenly have a fever? You should have paid attention to it, it's full of cholera outside."

"Thank you for your concern."

"You vomited blood last night, my God. I heard the servant said that you quarreled as soon as you entered the door. How angry are you? How could you quarrel like that?" Sauron looked at him with a curious expression. There is a sense of finding out. "It seemed like you had reconciled just now. Look at the way you look at each other. It's extremely embarrassing."

"I hope so." Oscar replied.

"Anyway, you should hurry back to your room and rest. Your fever hasn't subsided completely yet. By the way, Louis has invited Sir Ian for you. He is a famous orthopedic surgeon and he will be here later." Sauron watched Oscar's With a glance at his right leg, the black lace skirt swung around, and then he turned and went upstairs.

Oscar stayed where he was, feeling extremely complicated.There was an unexpected strangeness in the lights, smells, and music of the room, which prevented him from expressing in words what he felt.He had always been a person who followed the rules, and those words sounded too unbelievable to himself after he was sober, just like these Arabic-style incense burners, people's souls were twisted in the rising incense.

He was afraid, he was afraid of all kinds of kindness from Louis towards him, he was afraid that he would not be able to withstand such passionate emotions, he was afraid that if he retreated on the spot, he would hurt the other party again, he was afraid that he would not even pay so much.The more he thought about it, the more he felt that he was really despicable, or that he was being extremely vile, as if he was playing with Louis' feelings.Oscar sighed, not knowing what Louis would think of him.

The young man is facing the mural on the wall. It is a beautiful huge portrait. The artist dedicates the beauty of his mother to the dark tones. There seems to be a pair of wings floating behind the woman. The smile on her face Everywhere in the painting reveals Louise's expression, which is always intertwined with a mysterious and puzzling expression. In short, it is impossible for human art to paint her peerless beauty more sublimely and beautifully.

And the small portrait painted by Oscar was abruptly placed aside, such a comparison made it even more obvious that his works at that time were extremely inferior.

"Sir, it's time for you to go back and rest." A female voice suddenly sounded inappropriately, "The doctor is already on his way and will arrive soon."

Oscar looked back and found a beautiful maid standing behind him.

"OK, thanks."

The maid guided him, and turned around from time to time to ask, "Is this your first time in Sheffield?"

"Yes."

"I see. You and Mr. Morris must be very good friends."

"Well, it's like this..." Oscar could only answer in this way.

The maid was still chattering: "You suddenly developed a high fever last night, and Mr. Morris stayed up all night because of it. I have never seen Mr. Morris so gentle."

It has to be said that this sentence managed to attract Oscar's interest, and the blond young man asked: "His temper before...I mean, wasn't he like this before?"

Is he as cold as when Oscar first met him in the early morning, or is he as gentle to himself as before?Oscar recalled many things in an instant, but he couldn't feel the slightest incongruity inside, and he actually felt that this personality was completely applicable to the existence of Louis, even though they were two completely different personalities.

However, this contradictory personality has reached a perfect unity in Louis.

"That's not true, sir." The maid said, "Although I shouldn't talk about the master so casually. But I assure you, his state has become completely different after you appeared." The maid looked at him with a smile, She tries to draw closer to this seemingly important figure.

"Maybe it's because of your good temper that you can infect Mr. Morris." The beautiful maid not only told him that Louis had always been gloomy, but also took the opportunity to flatter Oscar, "It should all be due to your appearance."

Oscar just glanced at her indifferently, nodded and stopped talking.

The maid also braked the brakes in time, and stopped nagging, she felt as if she hadn't caught the point...

Sir Ian knocked on the door soon after, and the friendly and patient old gentleman, after seeing Oscar's leg, declared that there was still something to be done.It's just that the treatment method is somewhat dangerous. He needs to cut a part of Oscar's skin, fix the broken bone with nails, and then take it out after a few months.

Oscar didn't hesitate at all, he readily agreed to the method proposed by the doctor.He has suffered too much for this injury, and now he dares to try it no matter what way is put in front of him, even though it sounds very unique.

Sir Ian administered a dose of anesthesia to Oscar and started the treatment when everything was ready.Not long after the operation, the bone was finally corrected back to its original position.The horrible and ugly bulge on Oscar's leg disappeared, and the newly opened wound on his leg was tightly stitched up. Jazz happily shook hands with Oscar, announcing that the operation was a success, and that he would come back tomorrow to observe.

After Sauron and the maid sent the doctor out, they immediately came to care about Oscar.

"How are you feeling now?"

"I feel very good, Sauron." The blond young man sat on the edge of the bed, gently stroking his exposed calf wound, "I thought I would spend my whole life like this, although I can still walk, but look It looks like a cripple."

"Who made you like this?" Sauron frowned.

"It's Lady Carmel in London." Oscar sighed, "Your father helped me sell a lot of paintings, and I made a lot of money because of it. If you don't count meals, rent a carriage and go back to Ireland It can be said that it is completely sufficient, but I was knocked away by her horse as soon as I came out of the bank."

"Oh, poor little girl, she deserves to be beaten to death," Sauron said.

"That was really a painful memory, but fortunately everything has passed." Oscar smiled.

"Do you think it's okay after it's over? Little Oscar, you can't do this, you're just like a soft persimmon, it's too easy to bully. Then will you go back to Ireland again?" Sauron caught the point right away. .

"Huh?" The young man with blond hair was taken aback by the question he asked. He first pursed his lips, and then immediately smiled embarrassedly: "I think the matter of returning to Ireland can be put aside for the time being."

There seemed to be something soft and rippling in his azure blue eyes, and Sauron seemed to see the clear sea water of the Balkan Peninsula flowing slowly inside.

He said in a tone that he had never been so sure of——

"Because I'm really, really in love with Mr. Lewis."

"I can't lie to myself."