The days of eating soft rice in London

Oscar tried to sit up from the bed, but was immediately stopped by the man.

"Don't move."

As Louis walked forward slowly, the light from the corridor shone in and cast a long shadow on the blanket.He directly lifted a corner of the blue blanket covering the young man, and the fresh wound immediately appeared in front of the man's eyes.

The wound on the white calf was carefully stitched up with needles and threads, and the black gut was tamed and knotted on the surface of the skin, about as long as the index finger.In the slightly dim light, it looks particularly infiltrating.

"Don't look at it." Oscar suddenly felt that his appearance was a bit ugly, he silently covered the blanket back, and finally supported his body and forced himself to sit up.

Louis withdrew his hand and asked him, "What did the doctor say?"

"He said it was fine." Oscar looked up into the other person's eyes, "Thank you, Louis. Sir said that if it is a few days away, the bone will grow back, and it may never be able to straighten it again."

Louis nodded, maintaining his usual silence.

As soon as he was silent, Oscar's heart began to pound. This was the first time they were officially alone after their dispute.The young man found himself perpetually at a loss for what to do with Louis whenever he faced him.

Fortunately, his face was buried in the darkness, and no one could see any embarrassment or inappropriateness.

"What is this?" Oscar was thinking about this when he suddenly heard the gentleman ask.

He looked in the gentleman's eyes——

It was the package that the young man put on the ground. The cotton cloth outside had been torn long ago, and it was still stained with a little mud. It had been pitifully thrown in the corner by the maid.

"It's my... painting."

The gentleman took two steps there and picked it up. "I'd like to see it," he asked politely, "may I?"

"Yes." After the young man answered, he immediately clenched his palms.

Those tightly wrapped paintings finally saw the light of day again, and Louis slowly unfolded the topmost one.

All of Oscar's paintings are mainly in gray and black tones, mainly depicting the living conditions of those low-level people when the disaster strikes. The realistic scenes even make people think of what kind of suffering Oscar has encountered before, so that he can paint such a picture. Realistic and appropriate work.

Especially the painting of a little girl. The person in the painting seems to have been discovered the symptoms of cholera for the first time. She is covered with red rashes and is running in fear, avoiding her family members who are chasing her and wanting to bleed her. .

"This is a small village in the south, and I stayed there for a while." Oscar explained to him, "Monica is very smart and kind, but unfortunately she got infected in the end... After I was taken away by Mr. Winston , all the people in that town died..."

Louis listened, but made no comment throughout.Until the slender fingers opened the last one, the gentleman was stunned——

That is himself.

He didn't remember that he had looked at Oscar like this under the golden elm tree.But only Oscar remembered that it was in the villa in London at that time, when Louis looked back at him before going out, and then looked away.

The young man on the side observed the man's expression, but he didn't realize how unnatural his own expression was.

Even though he was surprised in his heart, the gentleman still didn't show any extra emotion on his face.

Oscar wanted to say something. After Louis picked up the painting just now, he thought about confessing in his heart, but in the end he just swallowed his mouth and didn't say anything.

"very good."

"what?"

"I said," Louis sat down on the edge of his bed, "you did a great job, Oscar."

"It's a lot better than that pair of 'Morning in the Cemetery'," he added.

Oscar smiled, noncommittal.Indeed, compared with these, his depiction of Camille is too despicable.The young man took the paintings, but his fingers accidentally touched the gentleman's. He quickly withdrew his hand and continued to organize with his head down.

"You don't know." Oscar lowered his eyes, his mind was in a state of confusion. "I met Mr. Winston in the South. He... he treated me very well. He introduced all my business in the South."

Louis looked over from here and could see the young man's eyelashes trembling slightly, obviously very nervous.

"I know."

"You know?" Oscar stopped his hands and looked at him in astonishment. "Mr. Winston told you?"

This is impossible.Now that Mr. Winston had driven him away, it was even less likely that he would take the initiative to tell Louis.

"No."

"Could it be that you bought my painting?" Oscar suddenly had this thought as if someone had poured cold water on his head.

"Not at all."

"Then you..."

"I have never been to the salon there, and I have no time to spare myself." The gentleman said.

"But those paintings sold in the auction are me..."

What Louis said next was suddenly blocked by Oscar's lips, but it was only a shallow kiss, and the young man hurriedly separated from him.

The blond young man was so nervous that he shuddered, he whispered something in Louis's ear, and then smiled shyly and embarrassingly.

The moist lips were tentatively and carefully tested again, and in the dark night, they finally intertwined with the man's lips.

This is a long-lost kiss, but it is deeper than ever.Oscar was so nervous that he didn't even know where to put his hands. He closed his eyes tightly, and put his left hand on Mr. Louis' shoulder, his palm clenched tightly.They had been entangled for so long, so long that Oscar felt that he was close to suffocation.

When the bright red lips parted, there was still a glint of water. The young man was almost ashamed to hell, his lips were slightly red and swollen, and he looked down at the gentleman's collar——

It was wrinkled by him.

"Excuse me, is this the clothes you are going to wear tomorrow?" The young man's face was very red.

"No problem," Louis said. "I can have it re-ironed."

This is the shirt he will wear to the auction tomorrow.Oscar went to help him tidy up in embarrassment, but it didn't work.

The room returned to calm, and the two looked at each other, only hearing each other's slight panting.

In the silence, the young man asked nervously:

"So... good night?"

The chandelier in the corridor was bright and warm, and the face of the young man opposite the gentleman was as red as a ripe apple, like the hairy, shaggy face that Louis had seen in Trafalgar Square when he fell in love. The appearance of a boy.

The gentleman got up and stroked the young man's blond hair, watching the shadows cast by the lashes under his eyes.

It really makes one wonder whether all the beauty in the world is floating on Oscar's eyelashes, and all the warmth is shattered in his light blink.

"Good night." The man replied softly.

***

"Go, Louis!" Sauron shouted in the living room.Today he put on the same silver hair as Grant - the unique Nordic hair.

"Which side does the sun rise from today?" He turned and asked Grant puzzled, "How could your boss be late?"

Grant ignored him and nodded to Louis who was going downstairs.Then, he suddenly asked in surprise: "Boss, your collar..."

The caring assistant looked at the collar of his boss's shirt and frowned in dissatisfaction for a moment.

God!You know, Mr. Louis's clothes are always ironed perfectly, and such a thing has never happened.

It's just too bad, the shirt is made of top quality fabric and needs to be ironed with care, not to mention scrunched up in such a bad way, it's...how much effort must it be?

If you don't do your job well and let a decent gentleman lose his external image, such a servant should be fired as soon as possible!

"Is it Grace?" After careful analysis, the little assistant suggested sincerely, "Maybe it's time for you to change to a competent maid."

"And she made black tea very badly, and..."

"Let's go, Grant." Louis looked down at his collar, and strode out after speaking.

And the little assistant froze in place, completely stunned.

If he's not mistaken...

It seems that the boss just pointed at himself...

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