The days of eating soft rice in London

Camille was standing beside the carriage and smiled at her wantonly, "Let me lead my cousin!" She even boldly met Louis's gaze. "Sister, she doesn't like to go out." Flora gritted her teeth and watched Camille put Louis on her arm, and could only look expectantly at the man standing there completely still with her autumnal eyes.

The latter replied indifferently as if he didn't care: "It's all good."

Flora's teeth were about to be crushed in anger.The mother next to her also had an obvious look on her face, waving a handkerchief to see him off.

The carriage drove to Trafalgar Square.Camille sat across from Louis, the smile on her face hadn't completely dissipated.

Is it so happy to steal the limelight from my sister?

Judging from such a close distance, his cousin's appearance is indeed as cute as the rumors say.

If you ignore her extremely coarse hair and a squinting right eye.

Camille noticed that Louis was looking at her, and snickered inwardly.

This Cousin Louis looked cold and unfriendly at first glance, but in fact he was secretly paying attention to her.

Although that look is a little scary, but his intention is obvious, isn't it?And most importantly, he was extremely handsome, even a bit more handsome than the dude from the earl's family.

Looking at it this way, it doesn't matter whether Cousin Louis has a title or not. She wants to get this man.

Camille suddenly felt a little grateful. Fortunately, she heard the conversation between her sister and her mother, and then led her cousin out of the door.After all, she is not the older sister who can't get married and is clumsy.

Thinking about it this way, Camille felt even happier when traveling, chatting along the way to introduce the various statues on the square to her silent cousin.

Indeed, her historical literacy is very good. Unlike Flora, who has no social talent at all, she can tell the history of every statue of a character.

The spacious and majestic Trafalgar Square is located in the center of London, with the downtown area of ​​Soho to the north and the Royal Palace not far to the southwest.The more she talked, the more she realized that she was pampered and born in such a superior environment, she would definitely be able to find a rich man to match her.

Camille was staring out the window talking endlessly when she suddenly saw a familiar figure.

The young man in thick wool obviously recognized her too, and was looking hard here.Camille closed the curtains in a snap to block the fiery and annoying sight, and murmured in her heart: "You better not spoil my good deed." At this moment, the carriage stopped suddenly.Louis heard someone shouting from outside the glass: "Miss Camille! Please see me!" Camille's eyebrows furrowed instantly, showing a look of extreme disgust, and did not talk to Louis. He said hello and got out of the car with his mouth tightly pressed.

Louis also looked at the person blocking the way of the carriage. It was the boy who helped him repair the carriage that night.

He remembered that the drunken young man squatted on the ground without saying a word, and the flash of lightning made people see his thick golden brown curly hair and the ivory color of the sky under the curly hair from time to time brilliance.

But now, this young man has a shy and nervous expression that can only appear in love on his delicate and lovely face, like a bewildered, reckless and ignorant kid.

Louis leaned back against the velvet backrest, his eyes fixed on him.

"What are you doing?" Camille asked angrily, but her eyes didn't look at him. She was only worried that being seen by acquaintances would embarrass her, but the other squinting eye was right in the direction of Oscar. .

The squinting eye was completely black. Oscar looked at his own face reflected in the window of her soul, and tried to hold her hand as usual, but was slapped away by the rich lady: "Camille , I really don't understand why you suddenly ignored me?"

Camille was even more irritable: "Let me tell you in person one last time, you'd better not come to me in the future."

"Why?" Oscar asked.

"I'm just playing for fun, why are you so easy to take it seriously? Don't come to me again, not now, not in the future, I can't allow it anytime and anywhere!"

"I'll tell people directly that I don't know this ragged guy, and let them send out the stinky rogue, just pretend we've never met before!" After speaking without any hesitation, he turned and walked towards the carriage.

Oscar hesitated for two seconds, but his hand couldn't help but want to pull her arm back, but at this moment, he happened to meet the eyes of another man sitting in the car.

The man disappeared silently behind the window, only showing the pale left side of his face. Oscar felt that his appearance was very similar to the vampire that recurred in the Canterbury Tales.

Just looking at those empty eyes, he felt a sense of oppression out of thin air.

His left hand stopped stiffly in mid-air. This person...could be Camille's new love...

So the words he was about to say came to an abrupt end on his lips, and then he turned and left expressionlessly.

This was a habit that Oscar would have whenever he got angry, because he was afraid that his stubborn personality would do something that would hurt his self-esteem again.

"It's nothing, it's just an annoying suitor." Camille sat down and showed her trademark smile again at Louis.

Louis nodded and closed his eyes from her, not wanting to ask.

At this time, Mrs. Morris was sitting on the dressing table in the bedroom combing her hair. She stared at herself in the mirror and asked Sir: "What is written in your brother's will?" Sir replied impatiently: "Can you How to write it, except for giving Joseph a house in London, of course it is all the good son he cultivated with painstaking efforts."

Mrs. Morris stopped fiddling with her hair suddenly, "No, I have to go to Flora again and tell her not to be stupid again."

When Mrs. Morris opened the door, Flora, who was wearing a water-blue ruffled skirt, was sitting on the edge of the bed wiping tears.It's a pity that this beautiful skirt didn't play its role at all.

Flora sobbed quietly, suddenly reminding people of Adilina by the water in the myth.

Seeing her mother at the door, Flora hastily wiped away the remaining tears on her face, and accidentally wiped off the white lead powder of makeup on her face.

Mrs. Morris sat down beside her and said comfortingly, "Why are you in a hurry? Do you think it's her turn to get married if the eldest sister is not married?"

Flora immediately cried out in anger: "Why am I anxious? Look at her presumptuous appearance, isn't it annoying? Does she still think of me as a sister?"

"She's still a child, she's too playful, you just think she wants to go out with her cousin." Mrs. Morris stroked her back.

"You're just too shy and dull. Just be smart like Camille to save me. Your uncle's body will be buried in the cemetery in a few days. You just need to behave honestly. Seeing as our relief For his father's sake, he absolutely cannot refuse this marriage no matter what."

Flora just stopped crying, sat back in her upright ladylike posture, and sobbed a few times.

It's just that Mrs. Morris sighed inwardly, looking at her broad chin and broad shoulders, which were exactly the same as her husband's.

Alas, this is not what Adilina should look like.

The warm sunshine of the first winter came through the frosted glass window and sprinkled on Oscar's curly golden hair. He got up in a daze, and planned to go to the park to paint in the park early to make a living, so as to avoid meeting his aunt head-on and accepting a crooked meal. The reprimand with the nose turned upside down.

There was a sudden knock on the door.Turning the handle on the door, he heard his aunt call: "Oscar!"

Oscar sighed and went to open the door.

"Oscar, I've made it clear that it's not an option for you to live like this. I think you have no reason not to listen to this," the aunt boldly broke into the room. "But you didn't even express any meaning, as if you still thought it was right."

"Absolutely not, aunt." Oscar suddenly looked like a wild animal trapped in a trap, with a strong tone of helplessness.

"Hmph, who knows what bad thoughts you have in mind."

Oscar was asked to sit on the broken chair in the living room. He said it was the living room, but it was no different from the dining room or the kitchen.As soon as he sat down, he smelled a sour smell coming from outside, which made him frown.

Aunt Burton also moved a chair, and carefully lifted the hem of the new skirt herself, so she said, "I think it's my duty to have a serious talk with you, that's it ..."

"Auntie, I understand. I will continue to sell paintings and give you the room fee."

Aunt Burton suddenly became furious, "You still have to paint! How much money did you earn from painting!? This kind of person, this is how to repay people with kindness. Kindness to people like you will not have good results Yes, came to the famine..."

"Calm down for a while!" Uncle Burton was woken up from a hangover, and the high-pitched voice of the housewife gave him a headache that was about to explode.

"You can talk nonsense! Burton! We should have stopped a long time ago, why are we so self-indulgent! His parents are all dead, why should we go to top this tank." She pointed to the side downstairs window, "The boy from the old Feile's family across the street has already gone away to work to earn money!" Then she angrily reprimanded Oscar for a long time.

"It's like this. I definitely don't mean to make it difficult for you." After the scolding was finished, the aunt suddenly threw out such a sentence, "But I also believe that you can understand it."

She watched Oscar without saying a word: "Don't keep silent, you can also speak decently!"

Oscar said: "I understand, aunt, I will go out to look for a house tomorrow."

So he quickly picked up the easel on one side and went out the door.

"Pretentious." The woman cursed behind her.

In the humid London, the rare sunshine is always clean and free of impurities, a love that comes and goes in a hurry.Another fine day, as if no one had been here, nothing had happened.

Oscar came to the old place in the park - on the cobblestone path planted with big-leaved lime trees, set up the wooden easel, opened his folding bench and sat down, and neatly arranged the paintbrushes and paints in the rucksack one by one.

As soon as he looked up, Oscar was stunned holding the paintbrush.

What a morning!