The days of eating soft rice in London

Queen Victoria sat on the sofa in the drawing room, and Louis stepped forward to kiss her hand.

The young queen smiled gracefully and said to him: "Mr. Morris, thank you for your contribution to London."

"You are overrated, Your Majesty the Queen." The gentleman stood there, speaking politely.

"I think I need your help with one more thing," said the Queen. "Do you know Disraeli?"

Louis didn't know why she suddenly mentioned this character, and replied truthfully: "Yes, I once had a relationship with the chairman of the council."

"Great," the Queen told the servants behind her, "Quickly announce him in."

A man wearing tortoiseshell glasses came from outside the hall. If Oscar was here, he would definitely recognize this man. It was because this man called Louis away at the ball that day that he met Mr. Sauron.

This government official also does some export business in private, like Louis, so they have a lot of business contacts.He strode cordially towards Louis, shook his hand, and said, "That's right, Mr. Morris."

He took out a document from his briefcase and handed it to Louis: "I would like to ask you to read the proposal."

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"Oscar! You came just in time!" Simon hurriedly got up from behind the typewriter to greet him, and greeted his friends who were far away, "Come in quickly."

"I'm so happy to see you." He rushed forward and warmly gave Oscar a hug: "It's a pity that I'm too busy to entertain you, and I even need your help."

"It's okay, what can I do for you?"

Simon showed him the gray-and-white photo in his jacket pocket, only to find that his old friend's expression immediately became abnormal.Oscar took the photo and asked, "What are you doing with Mrs. Carmel's portrait?"

"I need to publish her portrait in the newspaper. She is now the biggest investor in the war." Simon explained, "Please draw her portrait here, and I will let someone take it for printing."

Although Oscar didn't like this woman, he agreed to Simon's request.He sat down, picked a pencil from Simon's drawer, sharpened it with a blade, and Simon asked him how his months in Ireland were going as he typed.

"I'm sorry I haven't replied to you, my friend." Oscar raised his head and looked at the other party: "But in fact, I didn't return to Ireland."

"You didn't go back to your hometown? No wonder I didn't receive your reply," Simon was taken aback, and stopped his work: "It's so chaotic outside, where did you go?"

"I went to... Sheffield..." Oscar didn't dare to look at him, just lowered his head, wrapped the pencil shavings in an old newspaper and threw them away.

Simon understood immediately, of course he knew whose territory it was! "So you still..."

"Yes... let's not talk about this, where is your boss?"

"Roy... went to the battlefield, and he is now a war reporter." Simon replied.

"War correspondent? Your boss went to Türkiye?"

"That's right, that's what the superior assigned," Simon's tone seemed unhappy, and he added in a voice that he could only hear: "I have nothing to hold back."

Oscar guessed that Simon might be a little sad, so he stopped talking.He spread out the drawing paper and began to draw. After a while, he traced Mrs. Carmel's head.

Simon came over to look at it, he was stunned for a moment, and then laughed: "Haha, you are so cruel to this lady, how could you draw her like this?"

Oscar actually painted the fine lines on her face, forehead lines, forehead lines, nasolabial folds and eye lines. There is almost no flat place on this woman's face.

"Isn't that very real?" Oscar asked.

"That's right." Simon looked at her appearance in the photo. Although he didn't think it was that exaggerated, the number of wrinkles was neither too much nor too little, and it was completely suitable.

"What kind of enmity do you have with her? This widow with sagging breasts still wants to marry Admiral Hansen. If you draw her like this, she will definitely send an article and report to condemn me and you."

"She broke my left leg in Leicester."

"What!?" Simon lowered his head reflexively to look at Oscar's leg, to confirm whether the other's leg was still intact. "What's the matter!"

"Oh, that was a painful memory." He shook his head, as if he didn't want to bring it up again.

But the fair face was instantly covered by the happiness of memories: "Fortunately, I met Luis. You don't know how terrible my life would be without him. I should have recognized my thoughts earlier... that person Madame is really an arrogant woman, but she also gave me money for medical treatment... money for amputation... it doesn't matter, it's all in the past." As Oscar said, he wiped away the fine lines on the portrait with his hand: "It's better to wipe it off. Let's save her from coming to the newspaper office to find you."

At the same time, Louis sat on the golden armrest sofa in the palace, and seriously proposed to the Queen and the Speaker of Parliament: "I have a suitable candidate for this project."

"Who is it?" Councilor Benjamin asked.

"Lady Carmel."

"She is a very serious woman." Louis said, "I believe she will be able to take on this important task, and she will be able to escort the excrement cleared from the Thames River to the south bank in person. If there is a pound missing, you can definitely punish her." she."

"After the escort is completed, I will send someone to supervise the reclamation project."

The Queen nodded her approval.

The Crimean War has entered a fierce stage. The first land war has already broken out. When the British soldiers rushed to the Crimean battlefield through mountains and rivers, they were already exhausted. Coupled with the fact that the benefits of the war were shared equally among multiple people, Mrs. Carmel did not earn much money.This small-minded woman was worried about this. She always wanted first-hand information, so she kept tracking Louis's movements.

There was a knock at the door, and it was the postman delivering letters for the London Illustrated Newspaper.

Simon received many letters. He ignored the bank statements and advertisements, and he found the envelope signed by Roy.But just after reading the first line, the smile on his face froze at the corner of his mouth, and the heart that missed him day and night immediately pulled back.

"What's wrong?" Oscar noticed that his expression was not right, "What did the letter say?"

Simon looked back at him, his expression suddenly darkened.

Cholera broke out in the French barracks in July 1854 and had spread to the British barracks by the end of the month.Although all suspicious items were ordered to be destroyed, the plague was still not under control.The situation for armaments was made even worse by a sudden fire in August that destroyed much of the munitions, including 16000 pairs of boots and 150 tons of biscuits.Orders from London and Paris kept urging the coalition forces to start operations, but the coalition forces did not know how many Russian troops there were in Crimea. The entire army wasted in place, waiting to die. The situation was very dangerous.

Roy claimed that he was safe now, and during this period of stalemate, he finally had time to spare, and he could write a letter to Simon on the back of the goat with the smell of mutton mixed with the smell of orchid stem powder and spices .

But Simon was not as happy as his tone in the letter: "Oscar, I can't wait any longer, I have to find him."

Oscar persuaded: "But you are just a small editor on the news page, not a reporter, what are you doing there?"

"I don't care what it does!" Simon lost control of his emotions. He clutched the letter paper tightly: "I've only been walking for a few days, and I'm already going crazy! I'm going to ask for leave, and I'm going to find him."

"Calm down, Simon, Roy never wants you to go to him, it's too dangerous."

"How can I calm down? This damn cholera will never end!" Simon's eyes were already red with emotion, he turned his head and asked Oscar, "What if it were Luis? Wouldn't you do the same? "

Oscar was startled, indeed, he couldn't stop it.

If it were Louis, Oscar would definitely drop everything to find him. After all, he already had nothing and had nothing to lose.

Simon turned around and was about to pack his things. He couldn't even make it past get off work time. He wanted to go home and pack his things.Love suddenly stopped him from being such a little jerk.

Oscar bid farewell to Simon after exhorting his old friend a lot, and made an appointment to see him off at the station early tomorrow morning.

Trafalgar Square, as usual, was sparsely populated.

As Oscar walked along the cobblestone path, he thought about the past.Even I don't like the blond young man in the past, the best at inferiority, the most used to loneliness, the most afraid of cold eyes, the most incomprehensible is love.So that I often hang a sensitive heart or keep silent all the time, as if this can protect myself.Fortunately, he met all kinds of people along the way. They taught him to watch all this with cold eyes, and taught him to raise his head and look at the world that has nothing to do with him. He found that as long as he painted well, survived, and be with Louis, It was enough to cheer him up.In Oscar's heart, Louis is warmer and more confident than painting. He is the most important man closely related to him and the light in his life.

Romain Rolland once said that for a young heart, the smell of love is too strong: compared with it, any belief will appear meaningless.The lover's body, and the soul experienced in this holy body, can replace all learning and all beliefs.

Love is low, it is latent, it will give in for each other, and it will make people willing to wait and wait for it.

The ethereal singing of the children in the choir floated over the square, and flocks of white pigeons flew through the air.

The big bell tower rang more than a dozen times in this pleasant afternoon, dragging endless tails, and the tall gentleman had been waiting under the bell tower for a long time.

All troubles seemed to disappear in an instant, the young man laughed and ran towards him immediately.

The other party's warm and generous embrace immediately embraced him.

The sin of tenderness now becomes supreme innocence in the endless ringing of bells, we are all lingering in this world, wandering for a long time, heretics alone.

But my love is my unchanging truth.

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The author has something to say: Thank you for seeing the little angels here!

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I never imagined that I could generate electricity for love for so long haha

To be honest, I admire myself very much, and I also found many problems in the process, and I have written them all down in a small notebook~

There will be a special episode later, as a Valentine's Day gift

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