The days of eating soft rice in London

That's the thing a gentleman cares about most—his father died for the vain title.

"Oh! I'm very sorry." Oscar realized that he had said something wrong, and quickly comforted him: "What's the problem if you're not a nobleman? It was written in the Bible that God is no respecter of persons. When John Gaunt was in charge, the revolutionaries also said that Adam was farming. When weaving with Eve, no nobles were born."

The gentleman glanced at him, "You seem to like the Bible very much, are you a Christian?"

"No. I used to like the Bible very much, but since Camille wrote a parting letter, I don't like it anymore."

"Oh, everyone is equal. If we follow the laws of the world, it is a pale lie. The world is obviously unequal. Only in "in the image of his Creator", that is, everyone is created in the image of God. Only on this point can we say that everyone is equal.”

"Yes, everyone is equal, how rare!" What happened in the Duchess's mansion made him feel deeply.

"I'm glad you feel the same way," Louis said.

Louis found that the young man in front of him had his own thoughts. Not only was he full of confidence in life, but he also despised all colored eyes. It seemed that if he got closer to him, the gloom in his heart would disappear.

"Yes. But the Bible also says that life is in people, and this life and faith are the light of people. Therefore, whether you are a nobleman or not depends on the ability of the world. I believe that you are so good, Mr. Louis, and you will definitely join him one day. To receive a knighthood, this is like General Nelson in London, haha, he seems to be the most favorite example of Londoners!" Oscar pointed to the statue of General Nelson on the other side of the square, and then he continued: "He is really a legend , lacking right eye and right hand, but endowed with incomparable genius of mind and courage, which is his own light, the gift of God to England, the bountiful reward of the sea to the man who dares to conquer, so— People, the reason for inequality is entirely due to their own reasons. Speaking of this, I think of Wallace in my hometown of Ireland..." Oscar paused, and suddenly felt a little embarrassed: "Oh I'm sorry, I may be overjoyed, it's just me talking non-stop... My friends always say I tend to get into my own world, it's a shame..."

"I see what you mean." Louis looked at him.

Oscar smiled shyly, "Huh? The circle dance is here, let's go!"

The dense crowd lined up, and everyone quickly found their dance partners.As the name suggests, circle dance is a dance that turns back and forth in circles. After two people circle in place, they will make a big circle with their backs on their backs, and then pull back each other's hands after going around repeatedly.

The mellow oboe and saxophone sounded cheerfully, accompanied by melodious Scottish whistle and Irish harp.Ladies' cake skirts of various colors spun instantly on the huge celebration square, and Trafalgar Square suddenly turned into a vast sea of ​​flowers.

It couldn't be easier.

But Oscar was about to collapse from this repeated feeling.

Every time the two sides leave with their backs facing each other, it heralds the next re-encounter.

When he was about to hold Mr. Louis' hand, he suddenly felt uncomfortable.Of course there is nothing wrong with this, it is just an ordinary celebration dance.

Every time he turned and left, he was extremely afraid of the next touch of two hands, just like this circle, which made him fall into a loop from beginning to end.

Then he would look into Louis's black eyes again, there was a huge, inherent oppression there, like a fierce black sea surrounded him.

But it seemed that only in Louis' eyes did Oscar feel that he was valued.

The twelve o'clock bell in Trafalgar Square rang, and the revolving crowd immediately burst into loud cheers and clinking glasses.

"Happy New Year! Louis." Oscar turned around, took his hand precisely and said, blushing: "It's a pleasure meeting you. This is the happiest night I've been in London for a year."

"Oscar, I'm happy too." Louis replied.It was the happiest night I've had in 20 years.

After a while, the cheerful orchestral music came to an end, and people tirelessly changed their formations again.

"I'm in a dizzy state right now." Oscar walked out staggeringly, almost hitting the streetlight. He turned his head to look at the man who was still standing upright under the streetlight: "I have to say, you are really good at dancing."

"But now I have to say goodbye to you. It's too late, and Miss Camille may be very worried. Besides, my aunt is more..."

Louis didn't say anything, but nodded slightly.The North Residential Area and the Duke's Mansion are in two completely opposite directions of the square. "My house is on the north side, so it seems that I can't be on the same road as you. Thank you again for your paint. Please be careful on the road."

The two said goodbye to each other.

Oscar turned his head frequently after walking a few steps, he liked this eccentric and friendly gentleman very much.

And that gentleman's back is always straight, and he never looks around.

Louis returned to the ducal mansion.

The carriage used by cousin Joseph was parked at the door.But now the body of the carriage was shaking violently, and the voices of men and women could be heard from inside. It was clear what they were doing, and it was also mixed with the sound of skin hitting each other.

The good mood that had never been experienced was instantly wiped out.

What a family.

As soon as Louis took off his windbreaker, he was stopped by Mrs. Morris.

His aunt looked very serious at this moment.Louis looked back at her amusedly, narrowing his eyes slightly.Mrs. Morris looked at his unfriendly eyes and swallowed, but she still regarded herself as an elder and asked, "Louis, why did you come back so late?"

And Miss Camille, who was sitting on the sofa sobbing bursts, looked at him wronged and resentful, her eyes seemed swollen from crying.

Mrs. Morris walked to the sofa and put on a posture: "I have something to talk to you, come and sit, nephew."

Louis didn't move.

Mrs. Morris seemed to be offended, and directly blamed: "It's embarrassing for the abandoned female companion to have the male companion leave halfway. What's more, you haven't said hello yet, leaving Camille alone in the Duchess's mansion waited so long."

"What a beautiful night. Shouldn't you be alone with us warm family?"

"You didn't mean to tease Camille on purpose, did you? I advise you..."

"Did you go to the street to have fun?" Camille interrupted her mother, looking up and asking him.

"No."

annoying.

"What the hell did you do?" Camille vowed not to give up without asking.

"Do I need to report to you, cousin?"

Louis smiled softly, as if remembering something, paused:

"I'm going to go to Oscar to have a duel."

Warm relatives?That's disgusting, maybe you guys like this answer better.

He gave a smile that, if you pulled it down to a thread, you'd find something hellishly evil in it.

Louis didn't seem to begrudge his smile all evening.Even though the smile just now was fleeting and immediately returned to the usual gloom, everyone present instantly felt the great joy in his heart.Because he refused to change his expression so easily, he had never shown such a smile before.

"!!!"

The two women were stunned by these words and his smile, and Camille's hand holding a handkerchief to wipe her tears suddenly stopped.

Mrs. Morris opened her mouth halfway, and the cold words she had thought about all night instantly filled her stomach with rotten soup.

In the end, it was Camille who reacted first, "Cousin, you didn't hurt yourself, go back to your room and rest."

She smiled instantly, it turned out that her cousin's ruthless appearance hides turbulent emotions towards her.

No one can escape her grasp, including her rich cousin Louise, and the poor Oscar.

But what happened to the lip marks on my cousin's face?

Meanwhile, north.

Compared with Louis, Oscar was more like he came back from a fugue all the way. He felt as if he had lost his soul in the middle of the square, and he seemed to be drunk.

After much deliberation, he decided to go back to his uncle's house first, and then go out to find a hotel.

When he arrived at the place where he had lived for nearly a year, the low attic was still lit with dim candle lights, and Oscar lightly knocked on the wooden door.

It was Aunt Burton who opened the door. When she saw Oscar, her expression immediately changed.

"Auntie, I just wanted to find my umbrella."

"Umbrella?" Her voice was high-pitched, "What umbrella?"

"The pure black one."

"I haven't seen it." She turned around and was about to enter the house.

"But……"

"She was sold to the milkman on a rainy day," said the uncle leaning on the sofa.

"Which milkman?"

"How do I know which one it is? Isn't that just a better quality umbrella? What do you want such a good one for?" My aunt closed the door of her room after she finished speaking.

Oscar said "Happy New Year" to his uncle, then walked out of the house and walked into the streets of the old district.

Colorful fireworks were set off in the sky, and the hustle and bustle of the square could still be heard from afar, but he was walking alone again.

The young man wrapped his woolen coat tightly and continued walking silently. He had to find a hotel to make do for the night.

In the downtown area, Boss Doug smiled sympathetically while wiping his wine glass in front of the bar: "This time you are sending this little bastard back again!"

The person being questioned responded politely: "Yes, sir, this is not a good job." After speaking, Roy picked up Simon, who had been kissed by a beautiful mother and drunk tonight, and headed towards Simon's house. go.

Simon walked staggeringly, twisting his waist back and forth, for fear that others would not know that he was drunk.Roy's bad taste suddenly came from his heart, and he stepped forward and clamped the two arms that seemed to be in circles, and put his knees on his back to straighten his back, trying to correct his incorrect walking posture that he had formed for many years.

The feeling of being forcibly controlled to walk well is too annoying.Simon was furious: "Go away! I can't move my arm!"

In his view, the inability to swing one's arms far enough to walk was crippled.He had mentioned to Roy before that it helped maintain the center of gravity, yes, it was done by constantly circling the arms.

"You should really look in the mirror someday." Roy leaned into his ear and said, "Like a promiscuous prostitute." Simon was disgusted by others talking so close, so he stopped to look at Roy In two seconds, he suddenly rushed forward like a vicious dog and bit him hard.

"Hiss." Roy pulled him off in pain, covered his neck, and saw that he was bleeding.

Roy felt his hot heart hit the glacier in an instant. It usually takes a lot of hatred, but he bit his throat.

"The owner of the tavern is right, you are indeed a little bastard." Roy said.

He really wanted to throw this drunk man on the street, but with that in mind, he still carried Simon back home.The two of them staggered to the iron window when Simon knelt down on his knees, grabbed Roy's belt to maintain his balance, and then vomited Roy's trouser legs heartily.

The veins on Roy's forehead popped up, and it could be clearly seen that it was beating non-stop.

Just as he was about to grab the person on the ground and throw it aside, a weak voice sounded:

"Happy New Year, Roy."

Roy sighed, touched the drunk man's frying pan hair, and replied in a low voice: "Happy New Year, Simon."

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