The days of eating soft rice in London

"Okay," Sauron shrugged and looked at the young man in front of him, "Isn't it good that you've been like this for a long time? Be brave and admit it straight away? You still suffered so much on the way, this is why you always Fearful retribution."

He speaks directly.Oscar was silent for a while, before he raised his head and said, "Mr. Sauron, you will never understand."

The young man's blue eyes were a little darker: "The Thorn Road will always bloom flowers for you upper-class people, and even those sharp thorns don't have the heart to stab you. But I am different, you know, I live At the bottom, if I am not afraid of my hands and feet, if I am not careful to survive, once I lose something, have any thoughts that I shouldn't have, and touch the bottom line of the law, then everything will be lost, and there will be no reversal at all. leeway."

Now it was Sauron's turn to be silent. Oscar was right, he shouldn't judge others casually.

"I'm sorry, forgive my indiscretion, but you are fine, pity my Louis, he was heartbroken in the first few days when he came back." He played with his long black hair in his hand, and changed the subject: " In short, hurry up and learn your lesson! And your broken right leg, if I ask you, you should kill that baroness on the spot."

Oscar smiled helplessly, and didn't speak any more.

It was already afternoon when Mr. Louis came back.After the gentleman finished his work, he hurried back from outside without stopping.He immediately took a shower in the bathroom, changed his clothes, and then came to visit Oscar.

Cholera was still raging, and he had to take precautions.But Louis only glanced at the door and didn't go in.

Oscar was resting on the bedside, the whole room was dark, only a candle was burning on the counter.

Feeling that the light coming into the house from the outside was blocked, he opened his eyes and saw Louis wearing a white loose shirt with slightly wet hair standing at the door looking at him.

"you are back?"

"Well, are you feeling better?"

"Much better, sir."

The short conversation declared its end again, and the room fell into silence again.

After a few seconds, Oscar heard the other party say: "There are still people downstairs, I will come to see you later,"

The blond young man nodded and replied in a low voice, "Okay."

Downstairs in the living room, a small man was waiting. It was Grant, Lewis' assistant.

It was he who had telegraphed to Lewis in London.

The maid quickly brought steaming hot Indian tea, and the three men sat on the sofa and started a business discussion.

Grant first took out the newspaper in his coat pocket, pointed to the large characters on the headline and read out: "The Crimean War broke out across the board on January 1."

"Has the war on land also started..." Louis clasped one hand on the sofa, thinking about something, "It's too soon..."

Sauron also frowned.

"That's right," Grant went on, "what's even more amazing is that the Russians actually won the naval battle. God knows how they won it with those wooden sailing ships."

"The victory of the Sinop naval battle has threatened Britain's interests in the Mediterranean, and the government cannot sit idly by."

"I finally understand." Sauron interrupted suddenly, and he took the newspaper in Grant's hand: "Is that the naval battle that was recently exaggerated as Sinop's murder?"

"Yes, the government has exaggerated its evil nature, and is determined to intervene in this war. Now the public opinion in Britain and France is high, and they are demanding the government to take action."

"Sure enough, it is a good method for our Prime Minister." Sauron took a sip of black tea and was full of admiration.

"I see." Louis stared at the trees outside the window. Some light green buds had sprouted from the branches above.

The industrial revolution in all countries in the world is coming to an end, and the biggest achievement—steam power has also been put into various industries and used in large quantities.Against this background, the wooden sail battleship is extremely crude and weak, and it has long lagged behind this era.

This may be the last glory of the Russian Black Sea Fleet.

"Steam-powered battleships have incomparable maneuverability advantages. The government already has artillery battleships, cruisers and a large number of auxiliary ships, but if it is to travel to the Russian waters to fight remotely, these sailboats alone are not enough to defeat the enemy. Produce more broadsides on some basis."

"Wait," Sauron's eyes were wide open, and his golden-brown eyelashes were distinct. He looked at Louis in a daze, "I... seem to have heard something important?"

"Oh, now I remember... 'War is a better chance', that phrase of yours once dominated the headlines in London."

"It's unbelievable that you have extended your demonic claws to British ammunition." Sauron's chest stuffed with cotton pads heaved and fell, and his expression was full of surprise.

"With all due respect, Mr. Sauron." Grant said, "Actually, Mr. Lewis has long been a partner of British armaments."

"..." Sauron gasped, "Well, I have nothing to say..."

He drank the black tea in one gulp and stood up. "I don't even know what I came to Sheffield for..."

"Father ordered me to supervise our textile cooperation, and come to the north to save my own life...but you are...God, I don't know what else I can supervise, what else can my father give you? Don't worry."

"Louis, you amaze me..."

Louis replied: "You don't have to be like this, the export of textiles still needs you as a supervisor."

Through their conversation, Sauron had a thorough understanding of how far Louis' industrial scale had reached.Although he had read the newspapers when he first came to London, and had been with him for several months, he found that he still didn't know anything about the man in front of him.

Sauron simply heard from the London Pictorial that the property Louis inherited had many drawbacks, and even his father told him that Louis' property might collapse and go bankrupt at any time.

So now, he still can't believe that behind the man in front of him is such a rich family business!Moreover, in the sea war between Turkey and Russia, he has already stood firmly in the team and won a lot of money!

His thoughtfulness is so thoughtful that it can be called terrifying...

The gentleman in front of him was obviously sitting upright, but Sauron seemed to see a pair of black wings floating behind him.

"How is the Sir in London?" Lewis asked Grant.

"He's fine, and related research is about to produce results."

Louis nodded, indicating that he knew.

"Mr. Oscar, it's time for you to take your medicine." The maid stood at the door and reminded.

In such a short time, Oscar had already fallen asleep.He asked the maid in a daze, "Mr. Louis, hasn't he finished yet?"

"Not yet, sir."

Oscar took the pills and water from the maid, and drank them all in one gulp.

He was very sleepy.But he didn't want Louis to come to see him in a state of sleep.

The young man straightened his hair and tried to stay awake.As the glass clinked against the counter, he suddenly asked, "Can you tell me something about Mr. Lewis?"

After finishing speaking, the young man regretted it. How could he pry into Louis's privacy in such a way, but he wanted to know the gentleman very much in his heart, and he never dared to ask him face to face.

The maid didn't mind, and replied directly: "Of course, what do you want to know?"

Oscar thought for a while, "For example... the painting of the lady in the living room?"

"That's Mr. Morris's mother. I've never seen her. As you may know, his mother was very famous when she was young. Her hometown was Oxford, and she was a famous beauty there."

"It was beautiful," Oscar recalled the photo embedded in Louis's pocket watch, "and it had a melancholy feel to it."

"You are right, Madam was indeed suffering from depression before she passed away."

"Has passed away?"

"Yes," the maid carefully glanced at the door, and said, "I heard that Madam jumped into the river to her death."

"It seems... on the Bridge of Sighs in Italy."

"How? Is no one watching her? Where's Mr. Louis' father?"

"Mr. Louis has lived alone since he was a child. His father is the second son of the Morris family. He was not given any inheritance and titles. He made his fortune because he went into business with others and caught up with the wave of good fortune abroad. Only by chance, I became rich all of a sudden." She lowered her head and straightened her garter belt as she spoke, revealing the top of her fiery red curly hair.

"That's why we all feel that Mr. Morris is cold and withdrawn. No one has ever dared to get so close to him..." the maid had just finished speaking, and boldly sat down beside Oscar's bed.

"You are the first one who took the initiative to bring you in like yesterday and took care of you for so long."

Oscar remained silent.

But in my heart I felt a burst of distress for Louis.

"Then where are you from?" asked the maid. "What is your relationship with Mr. Morris?"

Before he could answer, there was a sound of footsteps at the door, and Louis' figure appeared at the door.

This startled the maid, she hurriedly stood up, took the cup by the bed, and went downstairs.

The author has something to say: due to the needs of the plot, the war was advanced six years.

>3< Please collect it, the name of the article may be changed tomorrow.

My roommate said it could be called "Mr. Sick Mr.'s Spring", I think it's not bad, but I'm worried that it will be lost.

5555 is not much >O