The days of eating soft rice in London

This is a really heavy topic.

After all, people have already seen the horrors of European wars, and the god of death with a sickle is now arrogantly announcing his coming.

After the Battle of Waterloo, the countries once again joined forces to deal a heavy blow to Napoleon's newly established Hundred Days Dynasty, and the French First Empire, which the military genius Napoleon painstakingly established, finally collapsed. In 1814, 30 years ago, European countries held the Vienna Conference.At the meeting, the major powers tried their best to prevent France from rising again.The private Holy Alliance of Russia, Austria, and Prussia was formed against France together.

Thirty years later, Russia's influence in the Near East continued to expand, and several major powers gradually discovered new crises.

The meaning of the Holy Alliance will no longer exist.

In the past few days, Camille has been asking him to visit London during the day, and to talk about state affairs with his uncle when he comes back at night. Louis has long expressed his boredom with such days.

While thinking this way, at this moment, someone knocked on his door.

"Has my cousin rested?" It was Camille.

A trace of irritability and disdain flashed in Louis' eyes, then he raised his long legs, put on his slippers, and opened the door of the room.

"What's the matter?"

Camille, who was wearing a white lotus-leaf nightdress with loose hair, handed over her salon invitation letter without saying anything, and the strong request for Cousin Louis to go with her can be imagined without further words.

Louis glanced at the invitation letter, only to see that it was written on the signature - Duchess Carmel.

He thought, if you have nothing to do, let's go and have a look.

"Okay." Camille heard him say this in a cold voice.

Camille shouted honored, caught off guard, and kissed Louis on the cheek.

The latter had a tight face, and it was obvious that the muscles on his face were twitching, and his lips moved for a long time.He just didn't say anything, and slammed the door with a "bang".

The weather in London returned to its usual gloomy and humid December, which made Oscar, a native Irishman, really unbearable.

In the tavern, Oscar looked at the wet log table where Simon was crying, and felt that he was surrounded by damp. He believed that his clothes would be able to squeeze out the water as long as he squeezed hard.

"Oscar, leave me alone. I have no face to live in this world." Simon was obviously drunk, lying on the table with a big tongue.

"So you tell me, what happened?"

"No...it's really embarrassing. I'm sorry for my parents, I'm sorry for my tutor, I'm sorry for my idol, Mrs. Campbell..." He whispered more and more, burying his head in his arms.

"Is it because of work again? Your boss?"

Simon raised his head with a "swish", "God, your guess is really accurate." He covered his face with his hands in pain, "I'm sorry for you too, my dearest friend."

"The night before yesterday, my boss and I went to socialize with the Director of the Cultural Affairs Bureau because we didn't get in touch with the distribution rights. Then... we all drank too much... and finally went to his house..."

"..." Oscar's body froze, and his head was already uncontrollably thinking about demons, "Then what?"

"The next morning I found myself on top of him, and both of us...neither had our clothes on, but I could feel that nothing was happening between us! Really! I promise! But my boss has serious My cleanliness, I told you before. He was so frustrated that he must fire me."

"Ah..." Oscar said with a complicated mood.Losing a job is the cruelest thing that can happen to a person in this recessionary economy.Oscar thought to himself, for a commoner like himself, it's not a big deal for two men to sleep together for a night after being drunk. The characters have always paid more attention to their own reputation.

"I can't lose this job. This is the most comfortable job I've ever had." Simon clasped his fingers and pulled his hair.

"But, doesn't the boss often make you work overtime like crazy?" Oscar asked.

"This is true. But because of the provisions of the "People's Charter" on labor law, our work intensity is not as high as before. There are 15 people in our company, and only two of us work overtime, but he is doing all the work, and during this time I I can sleep over, and I can get overtime pay, so why don't I work overtime?"

"..." Oscar stopped talking, he deeply doubted the boss's intentions.

"I accidentally discovered yesterday that he was staring at me from behind the bookshelf at the desk, with a look of extreme disgust and disgust. Let me tell you, just that one glance made my scalp numb and my body get goosebumps. I think I can write my job resignation letter these days, and now I really don’t know what to do.”

"This kind of thing is really embarrassing for intellectuals to meet again." Oscar said, "However, if he is worried about this matter, you and he must sit down and talk about it."

"He's an intellectual? Don't be kidding me." Simon drank half a glass of whiskey. "He's more like an enthusiastic organizer, a rogue foreman who would use his biceps to fight an uprising from time to time. Hmm... …like…the Jacobins in France. He even told me, drunk, ‘There’s no new idea, there’s Plutarch.’”

Oscar's eyes widened in confusion. There were not many people in the downtown area who could make Simon call him a hooligan.

Simon was already drunk, and Oscar was going to take him back to his residence in the downtown area.As soon as he got out of the tavern, he saw the "barrel parade" starting again on the streets of the district from a distance.

This is the funniest activity of our time.

The mediocre and ignorant take the humiliation of their fellow man as the greatest joy in a dull life.

Oscar didn't care which neighbors in the area had done such messy things as who stole and who had fornication, he walked quickly with Simon because his old friend was too heavy.

He walked through the crowd in the back row watching by the street, like a wave going backwards in the sea of ​​people.

In the middle of the not-so-wide road, pedestrians automatically avoided to make a way. When they walked up to Oscar, the crowd on both sides of him began to mock and insult wantonly. It was really lively.It is always women who are caught and paraded like this. Now this unlucky woman wears a pig-shaped pliers on her head and is firmly tied to a wooden chair. Four men lift the wooden board fixed on the chair to Going forward, people lifted her skirt before tying her up, so she had to stick her butt in a funny posture in a chair with the flat panel removed, and nicknamed it: "stool chair".

Walking behind him was a ferocious guard pulling the shackle, which was made of a long iron rod welded with a hard iron collar.You can tell its usefulness just by looking at it.

Stranger still, the man in the collar was holstered over a large wooden barrel, which had been elaborately engraved—a design for the drunken rowdies of the district.The men who were put into the barrel could only bear the huge weight on their shoulders, and were wrapped in the barrel, with their faces exposed.

Oscar looked at that face, and suddenly stopped in his footsteps.

How could it be Uncle Burton!

"Madam, may I ask what's going on?" Oscar asked the old woman selling vegetables beside him.

"I don't know. Looks like the woman is a witch from the north block and the man is a drunken devil."

This was too scary, Oscar stood there and felt his heart go cold.He hurriedly turned around and put Simon back in the tavern, returned to the street again, pushed aside the crowd with all his strength, and rushed to the guard who was pulling the shackles in one breath, "Hello, sir, I think this may be a bit of a misunderstanding. My name is Oscar Adrian, these are my uncle and aunt, and I promise they will never be witches."

The woman sitting on the chair in front showed her naked buttocks. Seeing Oscar's appearance, she turned her head and struggled violently.

"Hey, that's awkward, old slut," someone in the crowd jokingly yelled, "Your big ass will make me lose my sex/desire tonight."

The crowd burst into laughter, and Aunt Burton burst into tears.

"You made a mistake, young man. It's not as serious as a witch. Your good aunt was reported by many neighbors in the neighborhood. You should know how many things your uncle has caused by drinking. It is a rule to carry out parades as usual. "

"Please end the parade quickly, just come here, please, I beg you."

"That can't be done. A group of women came here today to report on your vicious aunt. There are probably a dozen of them." The guard said with a malicious smile, "Maybe there will be another three days of marching, No money? Who do you think wants to carry your fat aunt around in the rain?" After finishing speaking, he stepped forward with a baton and slammed his huge butt, if it wasn't tied up with a rope , he felt that his aunt would definitely be able to bounce up in pain, and there was a trace of purple Sha on the white buttocks, which was terrible.

Oscar turned his head away immediately.

After thinking about it for a few seconds, Oscar stepped forward to hold Uncle Burton's hand, smelling of alcohol, "Uncle, wait for me. I'll go get the money, trust me, it won't take long."

Uncle Burton was still in a state of drunkenness. After a long time, his drooping head slowly lifted up. His kidney problems caused by years of alcoholism made his eyes yellow. He glanced at Oscar, but there was nothing. Said, and suddenly lowered his head again.

Oscar rushed home, took out the picture framed on the bed, and rushed to the residence of Duchess Carmel.

The clock in Trafalgar Square rang again, and now an hour had passed.

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