The days of eating soft rice in London

The thick dark red curtain slowly opened, gradually revealing the scene on the stage.

The audience in the audience fell silent instantly.The heroine is wearing a gray ragged cotton skirt, and is kneeling pitifully by the fireplace to add wood.

It looked utterly miserable.

As the lights came on, Flora, who was watching the show with the female relatives, was surprised to find that the man seated on the high platform opposite——

It was her cousin Louise.

The little painter who had never been to such an occasion was taken to the second floor of the theater by Mr. Louis.This is the best viewing angle area for watching a play. From the high-end boxes on the second floor, you can see the whole scene of the stage and auditorium.

Moreover, there is an elegant white round table inside the box, and the table is placed on a silver high-leg plate, with fresh fruits and delicate cakes on it, which looks wonderful.

It was the first time for him to come to this kind of occasion, Oscar was obviously a little uncomfortable even sitting down, but Mr. Louis was sitting calmly by the side, and had already begun to focus on the stage.

The heroine stood up and walked to the center of the stage with light steps.A singing voice pouring out his own misery rang out, and Oscar quickly immersed himself in it.

Emma, ​​Mrs. Hamilton in the story, is a poor girl.When she was 12 years old, she came to London to make a living with her mother who was a nanny, and became the lover of an officer because of her outstanding beauty.

It didn't take long for the officer to run up a large debt, and after repeated ups and downs, Sir William Hamilton, the British ambassador to Naples, was so impressed by Emma's astonishing beauty that he brought her home.Then Emma became a social star by virtue of her beauty and intelligence.Her dress has become a momentary trend indicator in Britain, and the limelight is the same in the palace and in the country.

Later, she met the famous British admiral Horatio Nelson.That is, the famous general in Trafalgar Square.

Although Emma had begun to gain weight and her graceful figure was out of shape, she was still sexy, exuding a fragrant and feminine charm.Because of Emma's humble background, no one really cared about her and loved her, while Nelson was born as a commoner and had countless political enemies. The two lonely hearts quickly ignited a raging fire of love as soon as they got close.

However, the war in Europe continued. Napoleon's army captured Naples like a broken bamboo. At this time, Emma gave birth to Nelson's daughter.Nelson blatantly left his wife and set up a small farm to live with Emma.After the victory in the Trafalgar naval battle, Nelson unfortunately died and became a national hero. Britain held a grand funeral for him in St. Paul's Cathedral.

Many ladies took out their handkerchiefs and wiped the tears from their faces during this part of the funeral.

But the hero is destined to be a perfect man, and people did not follow his promise to Emma——

Lady Hamilton was utterly abandoned by the British people.

Aged and decrepit, she drank all day long, struggled to survive in poverty, and was imprisoned twice because of debts. In the end, no one died alone in Calais.

Poor Emma, ​​what a true love!The beautiful country girl and the battle-hardened general sound like Shakespeare's dramatic drama.

Oscar was also moved by their love story, and even had water in his eyes.He felt that this appearance was unmanly, so he picked up the cup beside him, took a sip of coffee, and tried to calm down his mood.

Sensing a hot gaze from his side, Oscar turned his face to look at Mr. Louis.

At this time, his lips were gorgeous and moist, and the sweet and tiny foam was inadvertently stained around his lips.In Louis's eyes, it was so cute.

He saw the tall and respectable Mr. Lewis approached suddenly and pressed his lips.

It's crazy, it's going to scare him.

Louis said to himself.

But the body acted first on its own initiative.

Oscar froze, only feeling a cold touch on his lips.

Flora was also shocked.

The well-educated aristocratic lady was about to scream, but she stood up suddenly, staring at the other person's behavior with disbelief, her mouth was wide open, and her cheeks, which looked like her father's, were even more generous.

Louis glanced at the opposite side coldly. The woman seemed to be intimidated, and did not dare to make any moves.

The tall gentleman let go of the other's shoulders, and found that the cheeks of the person in his arms were flushed red, and there was still water on his lips that fell from the passion just now.

Just as Louis was about to raise his hand to help him wipe off the water on his lips, the next second, Jun received a solid slap on the face.

"Sir! Please know what you're doing!" Oscar struggled to break away from Louis' arms, walked down the stairs quickly, and disappeared around the corner.

Rather, he ran away in a panic like a frightened little hen.

The perpetrators did not go after him.

Louis' eyes gradually deepened, he touched his lips, and began to doubt himself deeply.It's not that he didn't experience surging passion during his study tour, but this was the first time he was facing a man—this kind of behavior was too disrespectful and too abrupt, not to mention Oscar, he would not be able to forgive him.

As soon as Flora got out of the carriage, she hurried upstairs to Mrs. Morris.

"Mom, where's Camille?"

Mrs. Morris was discussing the size of the new dress with the tailor. "She went to the tea party. Look at you as a daredevil. What's the matter?"

"Mom, cousin, he is a liar, he and Ben are not going to duel!" Flora paused, her white chest heaving violently, "He, he, he..."

"You do." Mrs. Morris frowned, irritated by the way she hesitated.

"He kissed a man! I saw it with my own eyes!"

"God!" The lace skirt with bright pearls slipped from her hand, and her mother's eyes widened.

***

"What's the matter, buddy? You always seem to be depressed these days." Simon asked Oscar beside him, crossing his legs high on the park bench.

Oscar was concentrating on drawing the portrait of the lady holding her daughter opposite, and simply replied: "Nothing."

"It's nothing? It's nothing. Why are you still frowning like a poor man who can't find marijuana every day? By the way, do you still remember that Louis Morris?" Simon suddenly mentioned Mr. Louis, as if his mind had been broken, Oscar He stopped what he was doing and looked at him puzzled.

"You must not provoke him, really." Simon said to him very seriously: "Believe me, there will be no good fruit to eat."

Oscar didn't answer. After all, since what happened that day, he hasn't seen Mr. Louis for ten consecutive days.

Just as Simon finished speaking, a strange man walked towards him. He was wearing a short black suit and looked like a servant in a noble manor. "Hello, Mr. Adrian."

"Hello." Oscar looked at him suspiciously.

"Please come with me, Mrs. Morris would like to ask you to paint a portrait at the baron's house."

"Mrs. Morris?" Simon put his feet up on the armrest of the bench. Isn't that Camille's mother?

Oscar also hesitated.

Seeing that he didn't respond, the servant went on to explain: "Mrs. Morris heard that your portrait of Miss Camille was appreciated by the Duchess, and just wanted to ask you to come over and paint a portrait."

"Otherwise, it's okay to let Mrs. Morris come to you." Of course, this is just a polite remark.

"That's not necessary. May I ask when will I visit Madam?" Oscar glanced at the lady sitting across from him, and politely indicated that he still had guests.

"It's okay, I'll take you there after you finish this painting."

"Okay." Oscar agreed.

After finishing the portrait, Simon went back to the newspaper office first. He carried his easel and was led by his servants to Baron Morris' mansion.Seeing that the vines that once produced pink and white roses had withered in the cold wind, he suddenly remembered those countless nights that were begging and waiting under Miss Camille's window.

But seriously, it was Oscar's first time entering Camille's house.

"Is Mr. Adrian here?" Mrs. Morris went downstairs with a friendly smile after receiving the news from her personal maid. She came to Oscar and held out her left hand.

Oscar bowed his head to pay tribute, held the other's hand with his right hand, kissed the back of Mrs. Morris' fingers symbolically, and stood up again.

The blue eyes checked again and again, Miss Camille did not show up.

"Please sit down first," said the noble lady, "please wait here for a while, I'll go change clothes first."

Oscar understood the habits of these upper-class ladies, whether it was getting up early, eating lunch or drinking afternoon tea, they always had to change into several sets a day.Since Mrs. Morris was willing to let him paint a portrait of herself, she wondered whether Miss Camille would change her mind after seeing his sincerity, Oscar thought painfully.

The good memories of the past flooded into his mind again. Amidst the traces of melancholy, he suddenly heard his wife yelling loudly——

"You shameless thief! Where's my ruby ​​necklace?"