The days of eating soft rice in London

Oscar squatted straight down to check the carriage's chassis axle and the suspension of the round wheels, and his master's shoes came into view.Just looking at the pair of reflective Oxford shoes, one can understand the extraordinary background of this person.

"Please help me lift the back of the car." Oscar said.The two servants next to him immediately came over to help, "Okay, it's just that the bearing is hanging loose." Oscar patted his hands and cuffs, but he didn't know where he was rubbing them. This little work actually stained his sleeves.

At this time, a rumbling thunder and a deep male voice came from above the head at the same time.

The cold London wind drowned the gentleman's "thank you" in the night.

The man then turned to his servant to beckon.For some reason, Oscar felt that this gentleman gave off a very cold and weird feeling, and this feeling was revealed in the details of his every movement, revealed in his motionless shadow.

The servant took out a black folding umbrella, stepped forward and said, "Sir, if you don't mind, please accept this umbrella. It will rain heavily soon."

Oscar got up, he was so sleepy that he couldn't even lift his eyelids, he took the umbrella from the servant politely, turned around and walked slowly away in the direction of home.

But he didn't see the carriage behind him gradually heading towards the baron's mansion.

"Miss, Master Louis is coming soon!" The disgraced maid in charge of digging out the ashes actually ignored the rules and rushed upstairs to remind the second lady of the Morris family.

"My God! Why are you here early!" Camille's boudoir immediately began to operate crazily without paying attention to this rude behavior.

As soon as the two maids entered the room with exquisite small basins, mouthwash bottles and towels, Camille threw off the quilt and jumped off the bed. Standing in front of the mirror, she slightly raised her white arms. The two maids He hurried over to take off the nightgown for her, put on the silk inner lining, and after finishing the inner lining, he tied the leather girdle for her. "The stranglehold can be tighter today," she said.

So the two maids pushed slightly in opposite directions, and Camille immediately let out a strange cry.After that, she was put on a large pair of tiring panniers, and finally put on a newly made light yellow cake skirt. After tying the bow on the back, she hurriedly sat down in front of the dressing table before taking a few more glances at the floor-to-ceiling mirror , closing her eyes, one of the maids gently wiped her face, while another began to comb her hair which was disheveled by sleep.

"Hiss," Camille suddenly covered her scalp, "Damn it! Take it easy!"

After tidying up a bit, Camille put on the matching yellow top hat, took over the feather fan, and turned twice in front of the floor-to-ceiling mirror before going downstairs.

The hall was already ready, and even Joseph, who slept until noon every day, got up earlier than her today.

"Good morning, Mom." Camille leaned forward to kiss her cheek, "Do I look okay?"

Mrs. Morris touched her face with one hand: "Of course, you look like a delicious macaron cake."

Out of the corner of her eye, Camille saw the light pink dress Flora was wearing today, the neckline was wider than ever, which revealed a large white breast, and she was about to sneer.At this time, the brown carriage from Sheffield stopped in front of the gate.

Sir Morris led a family of wives and children, as well as the housekeeper and servants, and stood in a row to greet him. The obese Joseph was held by his mother affectionately. The eldest lady Flora and the second lady Camille stood behind him holding their skirts. .

A tall, long-legged man got out of the carriage, with straight trousers in a suit.

Probably because the legs of the trousers were so straight that they seemed to be filled with wind, Camille felt that this person had a cold temperament.

The tall man politely took off his hat and nodded, "Good morning, Uncle." His deep voice sounds a little hoarse, but it's not so obvious, it's all up to you to feel, but the hoarseness makes the voice very pure, Unusually penetrating, like the thin humming of the valley of Mount McKinley in Alaska.

"Long time no see, my nephew." Jazz strode forward and gave the man a firm hug, making him appear to be two heads shorter.Immediately afterwards, Mrs. Morris opened her arms to the man: "Oh, dear Louis, I feel so sorry for you." After Louis kissed her on the cheek, the family walked into the hall together.

After eating the breakfast carefully prepared by the servants, the family came to the living room.The old knight looked at his nephew who had just returned from studying abroad face to face. His beautiful forehead and eyes did reveal his mother's cold and noble temperament.The lady and the two young ladies are also looking at him carefully, but the look, to be precise, is more like a scrutiny.In the family, only Joseph stayed out of the conversation, leaning on the sofa to catch up on sleep.

After the Sir and his nephew exchanged pleasantries over the past few years of studying abroad, Louis took out his father's will and began to introduce the funeral.His voice became more and more flat, making people unable to feel any sadness from him.

Jazz was wondering if the father-son relationship between the two was not very good, and was thinking about whether he could make some money from it, when a sudden sound of the piano startled him.

God!His silly daughter!

Looking back, the eldest daughter was already sitting upright on the family piano playing the first paragraph of "Pathetic Chapter 3", with a dignified and straight back.At this moment, Louis looked up at Mrs. Morris with dissatisfaction from the will and legal documents, his eyes were cold.The latter's heart skipped a beat when he saw him, and hurriedly grabbed the left hand of Flora who was the closest, and then suggested that Flora accompany Louis around London in the afternoon.

Jazz cooperated immediately: "This can't be better."

Camille covered her mouth with a yellow feather fan and silently laughed at her sister, while Joseph was awakened by the sound of the piano, and was awkwardly sitting up his crooked fat body.

"Okay, but I want to bury my father's body in the family cemetery first, which is also his personal wish." Louis said.

"Of course, but it seems that your mother's bones have not been brought back. Why don't you bury them together?"

"No. She doesn't want to do that." His lowered gaze didn't fluctuate at all.

Sir Morris seemed to be recalling the unhappy past, and could no longer say anything. "Okay, I understand the content of the will and the funeral. I'm tired after traveling for so long. I'll take you to see the room that your aunt arranged for you."

Sir Morris got up and left with Louis, and the butler on the side hurriedly followed with a suitcase to the inner bedroom on the first floor.

Camille, who was sitting on the lady's sofa, poked Joseph with her elbow: "This is that cousin? He doesn't look rich at all."

Joseph didn't bother to open his eyes, and responded perfunctorily: "I don't know, I only saw him once when I was very young, and you were still in public school at that time."

"Why did Papa try so hard to match him and Flora?"

"Of course it's because of his wealth." He didn't seem to shy away from saying it so directly.

"I just remember that his father was very hard on him, so your cousin always shut himself in the room and never played with me and Flora."

The fundus of Joseph's eyes was blackened, and there was a bad smell coming from his mouth when he spoke. The consequences of indulging in lust made his obese body completely empty, and this serious consequence squeezed into every minute of his absurd life.

Camille covered her nose in disgust and nodded. She straightened her skirt in boredom and got up. As soon as she went up to the second floor, she saw her mother and Flora standing in the corridor talking with a very mysterious look, which made her curious instantly. Produced, she paused to hear something.

Flora turned away, but looked at her mother reproachfully: "Didn't you ask me to play?"

Mrs. Morris said in a low voice, "But you should also see what the atmosphere is like. Luckily, Louis agreed to take a walk with you in the afternoon."

"Your uncle who died early made his fortune in overseas trade. Once he died, Louis is now a very rich guy. You know the situation in our family now. Your father needs to find this marriage now. You have to look after him gone."

Flora just pouted and wanted to refute something, when she met the eyes of Camille standing at the stairs, she hesitated to speak.

Camille acted like I didn't hear anything, raised her eyebrows at her sister, then took a step, bypassing the two of them, and walked towards the boudoir.

According to tradition, the father inherited the title by virtue of his eldest son status.But the cousin who just appeared didn't get any titles, how much money can he have?

Camille thought secretly.

As soon as Flora got back to her room, she immediately started to dress up. She almost tried on all the cake dresses in the closet, and she couldn't wait to wear all the jewelry on herself.

At the lunch table, after finishing the meal, Mrs. Morris wiped her mouth with a handkerchief and gently reminded: "Louis, does the food still taste good? Don't forget to go for a walk with Flora in the afternoon."

So the eldest lady raised her head and looked at Louis, who was deliberately arranged to sit opposite, and smiled generously.

But all of this suddenly changed.