The days of eating soft rice in London

Oscar was obviously a little stunned by his sudden help, and so were everyone present.

"Who is he?" A woman in the front row covered her mouth with a fan and asked the people around her in a low voice.

"That's the only son of the rich merchant Morris."

"Then he doesn't have a title like little Morris?"

"Forget it, he has inherited his father's inheritance now, and he is as rich as a country." The man also replied in a low voice, but it happened to be loud enough for everyone in the audience to hear.

Camille sat up straight, her heart was already pounding. Her ex-boyfriend Oscar painted her like a daffodil in mythology, and her male companion was now being discussed enthusiastically.That just makes her better than her solo ball, doesn't it?

Oscar looked at the mysterious man.

It was the kind of face one sees only once in a while in one's life, and then is never seen again.There was no expressive character in that face--no fixed expression can remain in people's memory.It was a face that was easy to forget, but you never judged that he was not handsome.

On the contrary, he's overly handsome.But that forgetting is always accompanied by some hazy and never-ending desire to recall that memory.Not because he did not project his mind clearly in the mirror of that face every time he burst into passion, but because it left no trace of it after its flash.

It's not that he's jealous, it's that he really...

Forgot his face.

The elegant expression on Mrs. Carmel's face showed a crack, but her good upbringing made her embarrassment and anger not easy to break out at this time.She pretended to be polite and said, "You do have your own unique insights."

"Of course, ma'am. After all, I am the one who painted the background, so I don't need to trouble you."

Mrs. Carmel couldn't refute anything anymore, she asked people to carry the painting down with a sullen face, and led everyone to the corridor to admire the Chinese Ming Dynasty blue and white porcelain she newly found.

Just in this gentleman's speech and behavior, Oscar always felt something different, but he couldn't tell where it was.

But on that eventful afternoon, Oscar felt that this approach was perfectly suited to the man's spiritual personality, even if he could not now explain any psychological characteristics that seemed to be a man who was completely isolated from everyone else.

Oscar stood in the huge salon venue, the oppressive atmosphere surrounded him from the beginning to the end, and he himself always felt that he was being stared at with peeling eyes all the time.

"Thank you, sir." Oscar followed the end of the line and thanked the man.He had to express his gratitude to this friendly gentleman, and it was too flattering for a commoner to save him.

"It's nothing." Louis replied politely.

"I want to thank you too, honey, long time no see." She approached and kissed Oscar intimately on the cheek, as if Oscar was the cutest person right now.Today she was wearing an arsenic | frost green Schiller dress with pink lip-biting makeup, and the leg-of-mutton sleeves made her forearm hugging Oscar as slender as a baby.

"I think you can take a look over there first." Louis told her so with his chin indicating the direction.

"Why? Cousin? Aren't you coming with me?" She blinked her black and bright eyelashes, showing an aggrieved expression.

"I'll go there later." His tone was a little impatient.

Camille was taken aback by Louis, as her cousin rarely expressed such disrespect in his tone.What's going on here?

She pouted angrily and looked at the two men.But the next second she suddenly thought of a surprising fact!These two men, don't they want to cause some disputes for me?

"Okay." Camille suppressed the fluttering feeling in her heart, and left pretending not to care.

"That's right. I like your painting style very much. If possible, I sincerely ask you to paint an oil portrait of my mother." said the man who was a head taller in front of Oscar.

At this time, the gentleman completely lost that weird feeling, and the smile on his face was as warm as a spring breeze.

Oscar was puzzled and didn't answer him quickly.

"She is no longer alive, so I can just imitate this painting." He took off the necklace hidden in the silk shirt, opened the delicate button, and the silver cover popped open, revealing a beautiful and melancholy head of a woman.

As beautiful as a statue, as clean as porcelain.

"Uh... yes, sir. Actually that's what I'm good at." Oscar replied, "I paint portraits in parks." He responded with a friendly smile.

"So, now, do you want to go for a walk?" Louis asked, looking abrupt, but he didn't care if it was abrupt. "I bumped into the hostess here, maybe it's not good to stay here anymore..."

"Of course." Oscar wanted to leave this humiliating place quickly, "Talk to Miss Camille, she is waiting for you."

"No need," he said.

There was a flash of light in the bottom of the black eyes, so that the little lamb in front of him couldn't notice it at all.

This is not what a gentleman should do to a lady.

It's really weird, but this kind of weird feeling seems to have been seen somewhere.

"Maybe you're wondering why I asked you out for a walk, in fact, because I thought, you might need some better quality paint, and I noticed that your paint is a bit dry." Louis put his hands in the pockets of his windbreaker and walked out of Cammy Outside the gate of Mrs. Er's mansion, the gray windbreaker and his gray suit fit snugly together. His straight figure and smile on his face gave off a gentle and calm feeling.

"That's true...they are already very difficult to use...I have soaked them in warm water many times." Oscar felt a little embarrassed.

"Drying them stabilizes their composition," Lewis said.

Oscar smiled back.

But I was thinking in my heart that this gentleman looks cold, but in fact he is very gentle in his heart.

He was really considerate and Oscar knew he didn't want to embarrass himself.

It's a pity that this gentleman is now his rival in love.

The two kept walking along the side of the road, and Oscar told Louis that there was a store nearby where new paint could be bought.So the latter asked him to lead the way. Oscar was very embarrassed along the way, but the strange gentleman walked freely.

"I want to thank you," said the strange gentleman suddenly.

"Thanks for what?"

He turned half his body, but his eyes were fixed on a little curly hair on Oscar's smooth forehead: "It's about repairing the carriage."

Oscar immediately showed a stupefied expression that gradually turned into surprise, "I see."

He was drunk that day and couldn't remember everything clearly. It wasn't until he got up the next day and saw the dirty cuffs that he vaguely remembered that he had helped someone repair the carriage.It was because of this that this gentleman was willing to help him out in the salon.

Louis was slightly taken aback when he saw the young man who was a little shorter than him suddenly so happy.Oscar himself may have never noticed that he has a pair of extraordinary willful, watery big eyes. The color of the eyeballs is light blue, gray blue and fine blue from the outside to the inside, just like the cornflowers in the manor. A bright blue.But now, his eyes shone like the sparkling water of the Thames in the sun.

"It's a good match. I will return the umbrella and portrait to you next time we meet."

"Okay. Then wait until the next time we meet."

Louis took the initiative to bring up the topic of painting again, and the two chatted very speculatively.

No one has ever been able to force Louis to say so many things, let alone bring up a topic on his own initiative. Camille would rather believe that he would go to sunrise in silence with others.Hey!This is really rare!

"So sir, you like Raphael very much?" Oscar asked.

"No, in fact, I love Da Vinci the most. I can't stand Mrs. Carmel criticizing another passionate painter with Da Vinci's painting attitude. I can't stand those aristocrats who pretend to appreciate art."

"You don't have to thank me for that. I'm not questioning a lady for you. I just want to leave early. I don't feel comfortable in this situation."

"Sir, it may be offensive to say that, but you are very different from them."

"Really? I took it as a compliment." Louis replied lightly.

The two walked into the corner store and carefully selected among the rather crowded and narrow shelves.Louis is tall and can touch the top layer of paint with a slight lift of his hand.

It didn't matter if he raised his hand like this, but Oscar beside him was very embarrassed.The aisle in the middle of the shelf was very narrow, and the two of them were very close. Mr. Louis raised his hand, and the tip of his nose was now close to the neckline of the windbreaker that was slightly opened by Mr. Louis' movement of reaching out, and he could even smell the suit. The high-end fragrance coming from inside.

"What do you think of these?" The deliberately friendly gesture stopped, and Louis spread his hands to show Oscar the color of the paint in the bottle.

The little lamb looked down, the Winsor Newton card.

"Of course...very good."

So good that he could hand over the rest of the money.

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