The days of eating soft rice in London

Louis picked out the full range of colors and turned to pay.

"Don't bother you, I still have enough money." Oscar hurriedly chased after him and took out a handful of shillings from his pocket.

Louis shoved his shilling back into his arms and said to the shopkeeper, "Pack it up, thanks."

"It's really troublesome for you, sir." Oscar followed behind Louis with a bag of paint, "Today is New Year's Eve, sir, won't you go home to accompany your loved ones?"

"No, my home is in Sheffield." The man asked as if thinking of something: "What about you? Do you need to go home?"

"Actually, I don't want to go back," Oscar said, and he had nowhere else to go.

"You don't seem to be from here."

"Yes, I'm Irish because of the famine|famine that broke out last year..."

"Oh, sorry." The conversation suddenly fell into the first silence between the two.

Oscar found that this gentleman was very pleasant to touch.He is gentle and cold and seems to be interested in what you have to say. He speaks politely and makes people feel close.He often stops speaking in general, as if he has forgotten what he said in the first half.

"What's that?" Louis asked looking at the huge crowd in the direction of the square.On New Year's Eve, thousands of London residents gather in Trafalgar Square for an all-night revelry.People dressed in beautiful clothes toast each other to celebrate, even men and women who don't know each other will send kisses and blessings to each other, the scene is quite lively.

"It's the New Year's Eve celebration, and it's the first time I've seen it." Oscar also stared there, "Would you like to see it?"

Louis doesn't like excitement at all, but Oscar has already taken a step forward.

Louis looked into his blue eyes,

The words of refusal turned around in an instant, "Okay."

The square is surrounded by beer stands and flowers, and Boss Doug also occupied the stand, talking and laughing loudly wearing a festive garland.The men and women danced enthusiastically, golden fireworks rose from time to time, and women screamed.Oscar had just entered the plaza, enjoying the festive atmosphere.Caught off guard, he was kissed twice, "Oh! No! This is simply too bold!" Oscar blushed, turned around and was about to pull Louis away.

As soon as he turned his head, the man was completely surrounded. If he hadn't been taller than the crowd, Oscar might have been separated from him.

At this time, this handsome gentleman's face was covered with pink lip marks, with a stern expression, his eyes became very cold, and his temper seemed to be about to explode. "Excuse me, ma'am." Oscar hurried forward and pulled Louis out. "I'm sorry, sir, I shouldn't have brought you here."

"It's okay." He said it's okay, but his face was still very long.

Oscar hurriedly tried to appease him: "But you really look good and are very popular with girls. I have a friend named Simon, and he will be very happy here. He likes beautiful women who hug him left and right."

The words just settled.

"Hey! Oscar!" Simon suddenly appeared in front of him pulling a bearded man, and punched his shoulder with his fist: "Dude! You're here too!"

"...It's too coincidental that you appeared."

"So your name is Oscar, Mr. Adrian." Louis bent down a little and whispered in Oscar's ear.

Oscar suddenly felt his body stiffen because of the sudden breath coming from his ears.

"Who's that?" Simon asked. Who else does the little Irishman know but me?

The man behind Simon took a step forward to shake hands with Louis, looking at the gesture of greeting as if they knew each other.

Oscar lowered his voice and said secretly, "It's a sexy friend I just met."

Simon immediately looked at his whole body, and his eyes stayed on his chest: "How can you see the sexiness when he is so tightly wrapped?"

Mr. Lewis suddenly looked this way.

"Hush, Simon, you don't know, it's a kind of... tsk, sexy in terms of IQ and behavior..." He heard the little lamb say this, and the corners of his mouth raised silently, almost invisible.

"Okay, okay, I understand." Simon couldn't accept a little nasty words.In his eyes, only blondes with big breasts can use the word "sexy".And this tall, thin, flat-chested gentleman, he can't.

"You also understand the situation of the newspaper office. Recently, manuscripts are always rushed out. I'm really sorry to bother you right after the funeral." The bearded man said.

"Then who are you bringing?"

"Who else! My boss!" Simon glanced at the people over there, just in time for the man with the beard to cast his gaze here.The man was talking to Louis, but his eyes flicked to this side from time to time.

There was actually a smile and undisguised possessiveness in those eyes.

In short, the admiring gaze directly revealed in it, let the onlookers know it at a glance.

"...Simon, have you ever thought that maybe the boss doesn't hate you, but rather... values ​​you?" Oscar paid great attention to his words.

The other party quickly responded in disgust, and looked at him with extreme disgust: "What nonsense are you talking about?"

The bearded man and Mr. Lewis over there finished talking and came towards them again.

"We came here after working overtime. In this case, I'll go find the beauties first!" Simon waved at Oscar and Louis, and immediately plunged into the crowd. Roy immediately followed, in case he took over People are cheap.

Others are protecting the people they like, afraid of being taken advantage of by others, but he has to worry about his little subordinates taking advantage of others, what is this?

"What a coincidence." Oscar turned around.

"My name is Louis." The gentleman suddenly brought his bloodless face closer and fixed his eyes on Oscar.

"Huh?" Oscar was taken aback, this was too close.But this gentleman seems to be in a good mood suddenly...

"Louis Morris." Louis said his full name and stood up straight again, as if nothing had happened.

"Okay, sir."

"Just call me Louis."

"Uh, so, Louis, are we going to get out of here now?

"No, I like it very much." He didn't like it, he just didn't want to go back to the Duke's mansion, he hated women, let alone very annoying women.

"..."

The two avoided the heat wave-like crowd and came to the benches on the square.A couple kissed inseparably.Louis didn't mind and sat down on the other side, and Oscar also sat next to him.

"I've never seen such a lively scene." Louis looked at the men and women dancing in the square, but his heart seemed to drift far away.

"Why, Louis?"

"Because there were... some bad memories in my childhood."

Oscar thoughtfully did not ask: "It's okay, if you miss it, you will have it in the future."

Turning his head, he saw Mr. Lewis staring at him.

"Hey, that." Oscar tried to change the subject, "In my hometown of Ireland, as soon as St. Patrick's Day comes, people will wear strange green clothes on the street. Camille once asked me if I was Irish. Like dancing in red plaid skirts, I told her that's something Scottish men do. Haha."

Louis showed an uneasy chuckle, if Oscar hadn't been so close, he might not have caught it.

The music suddenly changed at this moment, and the crowd danced wildly again, similar to the running movement. "So you want to dance?" Oscar asked.

"I don't know this kind of dance," Louis said.And he hasn't been to a few proms either.

"There is no rule at all, just be a little crazy like them and lift your legs and swing your hips." Oscar was infected by this atmosphere and wanted to participate in it wholeheartedly.

Another group of girls with painted faces approached to dance, and Louis stood up coldly to avoid it.Oscar caught up with Louis, "Okay." He heard Louis say this, his tone so light that it seemed that he might be blown away by the wind at any time.

"Then, now, I'll teach you." As he said that, Oscar danced and made the running posture just now. It has to be said that although the movement was strange, he did it beautifully and smoothly.

He turned his head and saw Louis was still looking at him with his windbreaker pocket in place. The gentleman was clearly standing under the streetlights in the square, with the lively crowd behind him, but standing there, he looked out of place.After all, Oscar thought, this was never his background, his background should always be gorgeous and noble.

A trace of jealousy suddenly rose in Oscar's heart, why can some people with good backgrounds still look so good-looking?God is not fair.

"Is that so?" Louis raised his long legs.

"No, no, reverse, rush to that side." Oscar said, "Then raise the arm, and do it on the opposite side of the arm and leg at the same time."

Louis then assumed the same posture as him, flipped his windbreaker, and his long legs appeared stronger and slender.

"It's great!" Oscar praised sincerely. He looked at Louis's nine-headed body that perfectly conformed to the golden ratio, and secretly lamented how there could be such a perfect figure in the world.

Louis raised his eyebrows in disbelief.

"Then let's do it again after this round of random dances is over, and the next round of circle dances." Oscar said, that one might be a little simpler, "Isn't the elegant square dance only danced at noble balls?"

"Yes. Actually, I don't understand." Louis looked into his eyes and said seriously, "I'm not a nobleman."

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