The days of eating soft rice in London

The panting young man finally caught up with the parade at the corner of another street.He stepped forward again and nodded his greetings, and said softly, "Mr. Warden, this is my sympathy, please take care of me." Oscar said with a smile.

The guard looked at the one pound stuffed into his hand and raised his eyebrows in surprise. He didn't expect this young man to be so generous.He immediately responded with a rather satisfied smile, showing a row of teeth, the two canines being the most yellow.

After speaking, the guard immediately went to remove the iron shackle around his uncle's neck, and beckoned someone to cover up his aunt's skirt.The private parts were finally covered by the cloth, but now my aunt was crying more intensely, the voice was as loud as she usually used to teach people.

"Using money to do things is extremely efficient." The guard waved the money at Oscar, "Walking through this street, today's parade will come to an end here."

"My good nephew... good nephew... okay." My aunt said vaguely, and blood was slowly dripping from her mouth.Although Oscar didn't like his aunt, he still sympathized with her current situation.There is also an iron tongue in the mouth of the pig-shaped jaws. As long as the imprisoned person speaks freely, the tongue is likely to be smashed. This is the unique punishment for hysterical women in the Victorian era.

"Don't talk, auntie, I'll send you back later." Oscar said, hugging one side of the barrel that was on his uncle, saving most of the burden on his shoulders.

The parade team finally blew their horns, announcing the end of today's activities. Oscar felt as if he had been pardoned, and hurriedly removed the heavy wooden barrel.

It's the best time for dinner, but the surrounding crowd still hasn't dispersed, and there are some hawkers looking at the excitement here with their rice bowls in their hands.Oscar helped his aunt untie the rope wrapped around her body. The rope and the wooden chair had already stuck her blood so badly that she couldn't stand up.Oscar supported her, and tentatively moved forward step by step.

The way home happened to pass Doug's tavern. Oscar asked his uncle and aunt to sit at the door to rest for a while, and opened the door himself: "Mr. Doug, I'm really sorry, Simon, can I trouble you to take him home?"

Doug looked at him in a daze with a pen in his hand: "Simon? Huh? That little bastard Simon from the newspaper?"

"Yes, that's him." This adjective is quite appropriate.

"But he was taken away long ago."

Although Oscar was a little puzzled, he didn't think too much about it.After finally listening to my aunt crying all the way to the front of the house, the woman who was fighting at the door "just happened" to open the window at this time, and asked strangely: "Huh? Which gossip woman is back?"

My aunt gave her a hard look. She will definitely avenge her revenge.

Oscar was left by his aunt for dinner, watching his aunt sandwich a large piece of fragrant pork chops for him, he felt that his aunt was looking at him tenderly and uncharacteristically, his whole body was strangely awkward.

"Oscar, how are you living in the new house? If my aunt had known that you could support herself, she would never have disliked you for continuing to live here, and you child doesn't like to say anything."

"It doesn't matter, aunt." Oscar didn't know what to reply. Where did he get a new house, and he spent the past few days on the floor of Simon's house. "By the way, here are the few pounds I have left. You can use it to plead with the district committee today and let them forget about it."

"So much money? God! Look, look at my good nephew, I know it." The aunt took the money and smiled happily. "Really, my aunt doesn't know how to thank you."

"Okay. Don't thank me any more. No amount of thanks will change my shameless face when I see money." It was Uncle Burton.

"Burton, who are you calling shameless?"

"You can speak louder so that the district committee can hear you."

"..." My aunt remained silent in a rare way.

The door was knocked suddenly, and the voice of the postman came from outside: "Is Mr. Adrian here, here is an invitation letter from him."

Oscar got up to open the door to receive the letter, and the recipient didn't even say anything, "God, Lord!" His aunt took the hard card sealed with a beautiful blue bow in his hand and walked into the house, "Burton, your good nephew It's really promising!"

The invitation letter stated that he was invited to attend the salon held by Mrs. Carmel on New Year's Eve. Not only that, his paintings will be exhibited at the salon, and Mrs. Carmel will introduce him grandly to everyone.

He hesitated, is it possible?

He clearly remembered the scene of going to Mrs. Carmel today.

Standing on the steps of the main entrance, the young man held the painting in his hands and asked the condescending Mrs. Carmel: "Duke Carmel, I am very glad to see your beauty again. It is embarrassing to say that my uncle and aunt are now Forcibly pull away, we urgently need money now, it doesn’t take much, just give me two pounds.”

Mrs. Carmel looked contemptuous. "So you're selling your feelings to me now? Oh, I can't afford that."

Oscar responded in embarrassment: "No, no, there is no emotion at all."

Mrs. Carmel folded her arms and chest, extremely proud: "What I dislike the most is this kind of person who puts on a pose just because of his talent, it makes people sick."

Oscar bit his lower lip, "I'm really sorry, please."

Mrs. Carmel seemed to be still angry, and muttered something again, and took out ten pounds and threw it on his chest.The servant then took the painting from him and slammed the ivory door shut.

and so……

Now when Mrs. Carmel is about to open the red velvet canvas to everyone, he is very disturbed...

The wonderful background of Camille standing on the marble steps in the early morning suddenly appeared before people's eyes again.

Anyone who has seen Camille's gentle and bright smile on the face of the beauty in front of her knows that this is definitely different from her aggressive impression.But her peerless and independent beauty can't be divided by people. Her right arm is bent in front of her chest, tightly covering the fur hot water bottle, and the brown fur seems to surround her cute little hands.Behind her was a man whose figure was as tall and straight as a golden elm tree, but whose face was not painted.

Camille covered her mouth and exclaimed, which attracted everyone's attention.

Even aristocratic wives who pretend to participate in the salon but can't appreciate art at all feel it is amazing.

People can laugh at the inferiority of the paint he used, but no one can deny his talent in composition.

"This is the lad I met in the park, Mr. Adrian."

Mrs. Carmel's smile of appreciating talents and loving art seems to be a bit irritating to Oscar now, and he feels even more uneasy now, as if Mrs. Carmel is about to say something inappropriate.

"In the painting is Mr. Adrian's sweetheart—Miss Camille from the baron's mansion."

The people in the hall were silent, but they were sneering in their hearts.They looked at the young man standing behind the sofa,

It's a face that clearly says I have nothing.

Oscar felt that he was being watched like monkeys. As long as you stared at their eyes, it was as if you could see the little poisonous snake twisted out of the smiling mask eyes under the cornice of the Persepolis temple.

Put away your utterly useless ego, Oscar, he told himself.You just take the money for nothing and let her vent her anger.

Mrs. Carmel went on to say: "I like Miss Camille in this painting very much. You can see her pitiful and elegant appearance at the funeral, which can be a model for the whole of London."

Camille sat next to Louis, holding Louis' arm affectionately, smiling decently, and she was completely different from her usual appearance.At first, she was also stunned by Oscar's arrival, because this was not the place where he was supposed to be, and she was afraid that Oscar would make some tricks to make people laugh at her.

"But in this painting, it is obvious that the man in the background is not painted on the face. This is obviously Miss Camille's male companion at the time. If the face is not painted, is it because you, as a down-and-out painter, quietly Suspicious jealousy?" Everyone laughed in agreement.

She then said pedantically: "The master Da Vinci once said that painting requires a scientific and rigorous attitude towards painting. No matter how jealous you are, you must ensure the integrity of the painting and the details of the content."

"Otherwise, what face do you have to talk about your feelings? At that time, this young man still refused to sell it to me."

The whole audience cast undisguised contemptuous glances at him, lowly commoners are always so annoying.

"In that case," a gloomy man suddenly stood up from the seat, and at the same time, Camille's dignified figure lost its support and fell to one side. Oh, this is not the appearance of a lady.

Oscar froze, it was the handsome young man whose face he didn't paint.

"Socrates once said that the statue of Antinos was carved directly into the marble. Michelangelo also said that he expounded similar creative ideas in poems. The creation that genius wants to express can never be produced. and over-carved stone."

"Isn't it great that there is room for imagination in painting?"

His voice was cold and calm, and there was no room for rebuttal.

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