Hello teacher!"

"Hello classmates!"

The sound of conversation in the carriage was shaken by the silence of these two voices, and regardless of the eyes of the people around them, the two people were singing and dancing with a nervous disorder, pushing cups and changing lamps.

After the excitement, Oscar seemed to remember something, he said.

"By the way, this is Buscarlo, my friend, a doctor. ”

As he spoke, he introduced Busculo to the side, only to see an embarrassed smile on his face, and before he could continue to say anything, Lorenzo was the first to shout.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Buscarlo. ”

Kindly stretched out his hand, but Lorenzo's face was full of killing intent, and he looked like "I will kill you if I talk too much".

Buscarlo nodded his head and replied, "Nice to meet you."

Glad?

Well, it's really worth rejoicing, at least this meeting, Lorenzo, the psychopath, didn't put that damn shotgun on his head.

Thinking like this, Buscalo touched his bare forehead and wiped his sweat.

He still remembers the scene when he met Lorenzo before, and every time it was full of drama, but the funny thing was that the girl he brought with him was different every time.

"You don't look good, do you?"

Oscar looked at his friend, the guy's face was slightly red and covered in sweat.

"Maybe the air is stuffy!"

Lorenzo replied directly, throwing a glance at Buscarlo by the way.

Buscarlo froze for a moment, then nodded vigorously.

"yes, the air is stuffy. ”

In order to keep warm, the whole carriage is enclosed, and the temperature is comfortable, but it is a little uncomfortable to get to Buscalo.

"By the way, I didn't expect to see you again, Lorenzo, did you drop out of school?"

After a short introduction, Oscar exclaimed.

Lorenzo was a well-known figure in the academy at the time, but one day he suddenly disappeared and was not heard from.

There is no name on the list, no trace of him on various records, he only exists in the memories of teachers and students, and if it weren't for a few handwritten assignments to prove that he did exist, Oscar even wondered if everyone had some kind of collective hallucination.

"Reluctantly...... Sort of. ”

Lorenzo replied vaguely.

At that time, Lorenzo went to class every day in order to learn some strange things, and when he was successful, he would leave mysteriously.

It stands to reason that he wouldn't have anything to do with those people, but today was an accident.

"Huh?"

Oscar stared at Lorenzo's face, paused for a moment, and didn't ask anything more.

It seemed to him that Lorenzo might be the child of some big man, who always did this, withholding his name and share of his child and sending him to the school for further study, and then leaving silently at some point, remembering that there was such a grey list from the headmaster.

With a kind smile, Oscar looked at Seleuc instead.

Lorenzo's heart tightened, after all, Seleuc was the future duke of Stuart, and he didn't want her to be recognized.

"This is ......"

Oscar asked with some curiosity, maybe Seleuc's thin sense of presence was working, and it was then that Oscar realized that the girl who had been silent all along.

"She's My ......"

"Seleuc!"

Seleuc abruptly interrupted Lorenzo, who didn't give Lorenzo room to play at all.

Could it be that the deformed hostage relationship is finally going to break down? She yelled, maybe the whole car would think that she was a kidnapper.

Although the witcher struck the world with a sword in one hand, in case Seleuche was talking nonsense, Lorenzo was a little morally unbearable.

But the next development surprised Lorenzo.

"Seleuc, Seleucus Holmes, I am his sister, and it is a pleasure to meet you. ”

She said.

Not only Lorenzo is fluted, but so is Oscar.

The old fellow looked at Lorenzo with an uncleaned stubble on his face, and then at Seleuc, and the girl was delicate like a doll.

I couldn't help but shake my head, as if I was examining something and judging, and then sighed.

"What are you sighing about?"

Lorenzo couldn't help but yell.

"It's okay!

Oscar said quickly.

Looking at Lorenzo's teeth and claws, Seleu remembered the man Lorenzo had told him before.

A very sick teacher, who was a playwright before teaching, is passionate about comedy, and as long as you can amuse him, you can get high marks in his class.

"Hello!

Oscar shook Seleuc's outstretched hand.

"It's a surprise to meet such a beautiful girl!"

Holding the young hand, I felt as if I was a little younger, and the old guy looked very happy.

"Why are you here?"

Lorenzo asked.

"Travel. ”

Oscar said.

"Isn't this a tourist line?"

Well, something went wrong, but then Oscar continued.

"I got stuck in my work, I needed some inspiration, and I heard that the snow in the north was beautiful and I wanted to see it. ”

Listening to his words, Lorenzo looked at Buscarlo on the side, sensing Lorenzo's eyes, and Oscar continued.

"It's inevitable that a person is a little bored, and when Buscalo is idle, I took him with me. ”

He continued.

"This is a poor ghost, his wife has just divorced him and taken his daughter with her, and he wanted to try to reconcile, but his ex-wife returned to his hometown with the children. ”

The look of pity in his eyes reminded Lorenzo of the priests of the Church, who usually showed such a face followed by the phrase "poor child".

"Bald, bloated, bad-tempered, with no hope of promotion...... I think it's going to be hard for him to get his wife back. ”

The listener was sad and wept, and Buscarlo had just recovered from his recovery, but when he heard Oscar's words, he was not sad, and fell back again, leaning against the window and breathing hard.

"Well, divorce is a good thing!"

He patted Buscarlo's shoulder vigorously.

"After all, divorce is for marriage!"

Oscar laughed, unaware of what he had just done.

Seleuc was a little speechless, and she began to understand why Lorenzo seemed so excited and excited when she met her, it was not some intellectual appreciation, or some kind of teaching, but just a like-minded relationship between two psychopaths.

Like two abominable demons, they were laughing merrily at the sadness of Buscarlo.

The two chatted and talked about the past, and in Lorenzo's mouth, Oscar was the mentor and friend, and he was not good at being talented.

In Oscar's mouth, Lorenzo's image is upright, respectful of teachers and children, caring for classmates, positive in work, and positive enough to be selected as one of the top ten outstanding young people in Ingwig.

How true and how false it is, Seleu doesn't know, but in the past few minutes, the two of them have shown their bad character to the fullest.

"What's going to be a story?"

After laughing, Lorenzo suddenly asked seriously.

He was curious about what story Oscar was going to write this time, after all, his works were very well received, and even Lorenzo himself liked it.

"As you know me, it's bound to be a cheerful comedy!"

The old guy replied with a grin.

"Comedy?"

Lorenzo looked sad when he heard this.

"What's wrong?"

In Seleuc's mind, comedy was a happy thing, but Lorenzo didn't seem happy.

"Because at the heart of comedy is tragedy, kid. ”

The old guy said.

Oscar rarely got serious, his voice was calm, and he looked like a teacher.

"Have you read the story I wrote?"

He asked.

Seleuce thought about it carefully, and the name Oscar Wilde kept coming back to her mind), and she had an impression that her mind took her back to a long time ago.

She had just arrived in Old Dunling, and had just become the child of the Stuart family.

Seleuc remembered that time, the wild cat on the side of the road was thrown into the palatial palace, and she panicked to death and went on a rampage, but no matter how hard she tried, she could not get out.

Later, she gradually got used to it, because she couldn't read, Yawei taught him for a long time, and remembered that there was a book that she read when she was studying.

"The Nightingale and the Rose?"

Seleuc said tentatively.

The old guy's watch was stunned, and then he didn't sigh.

"You've really seen it!"

This reaction was somewhat unexpected by Seleuc, who looked unconfident in this aspect of the work. Then Lorenzo explained to her.

"His story is more ...... It's special, you can feel it when you look at it. ”

Seleuc nodded, it was a good story, fairy tale-like, but there was no happy ending, it was sad.

"Yes, that's it, everyone likes good stories, they like beautiful stories, and the most important thing is to please the reader, but he likes to compete with the world and write some nasty tragedies, so his works are not popular and few people read them. ”

Lorenzo said and looked at Oscar.

"What do you always say come from? ”

The old fellow thought for a moment, then followed Lorenzo's train of thought.

"A young man in his twenties who doesn't have a job is likely to imagine himself as a writer. ”

"Yes, yes, yes!

The two of them laughed again as they spoke.

"But Lorenzo, that's when I was younger, I'm almost fifty now, and I still have a job. ”

The old guy emphasized.

"Isn't it because you can't get along with writing books?"

"After all, people have to eat!"

The two tacitly laughed again, this is no longer a like-minded person, just an embarrassment.

"No way, people have to make compromises, otherwise I will starve to death, then the story will really end, I don't think there is anyone who can inherit my and beauty. ”

After the laughter, the old guy said with a sigh.

"Yes...... Why do you write about tragedy? Don't you like comedy?"

Seleuc asked, somewhat incomprehensible.

She still remembered what Lorenzo said that the old guy in front of her was a comedy maniac, and it could be seen from his words and deeds that he was really a very happy person, and that such a person would write such a story, and Seleuc couldn't believe it.

"Because only when you have experienced the beauty can you bear to break it. ”

He said slowly.

"The thread is the strongest force, and the sadness in it is the most intense. ”

The old guy looked serious.

"The tragedy ends in a tragic end, and the intense pain is remembered by all, like a scar that cannot be healed. ”

"But it is precisely because it is so strong that it can be beautiful, just like those who are numb like to masochize to feel the existence of 'alive'. ”

Lorenzo whispered.

"Hold closer, little nightingale, or the day will be dawn before the Rose is finished. ”

Seleuc remembered this sentence, the words of the great tree in the story.

The boy wanted a red rose, and in order to fulfill his wish, the little nightingale had to dye the flowers red with blood before dawn, but it was almost dawn, and the red rose was still not finished, so the tree urged it to lean closer and squeeze out more blood.

"The darker it is, the more you can feel the light, and the more sad it is, the clearer it is. ”

"What?"

She asked.

"Of course!"

The old fellow's eyebrows fluttered.

"But you're not even married, Oscar, and you say that marriage is a chase between two stupid things!"

A relieved Buscarlo roared.

"Does the fact that I have not been married have anything to do with the fact that I appreciate this feeling?

The old guy fought back fiercely.

"There are people who fight for wealth, there are people who fight for power...... Of course, there are more such things, what glory, history, and even some people will fight for sweet or spicy food. ”

Oscar Wilde said righteously.

"But for me, I'm fighting for it, I'm a warrior!"

"But it's still a sad story. ”

She whispered, thinking about this story again at this moment, but it was a different feeling.

It's just a black fairy tale, the big tree loses its little nightingale of heart, and the little nightingale's contribution is meaningless.

There is a bit of resemblance at the moment, Seleuc is about to die for Lorenzo's hellish wish, nothing to do with sorrow, it is just the self-destruction of a madman.

"So, everyone doesn't care about that, and the poor has become something that only naïve people can say. ”

After the excitement, there was some decadent loneliness, the old guy sighed.

"Sometimes I feel that the world has become very strange, and I am laughed at by people with my own intentions. ”

Sad things, but from his mouth is not so sad, obviously he has lived for a long time, but his mentality is like a child, shouting strange words, fighting for what he does not have,

"yes...... It's time for us to go, Seleuc. ”

Lorenzo looked at his pocket watch and said suddenly.

Seleuc didn't understand, they were already in the car, where were they going?

"It looks like you're busy, just like before, and left suddenly. ”

The old guy said.

"Yes, life is always so busy, busy with work, busy getting married, busy with dying. ”

Lorenzo replied casually, then held out his hand again.

"So busy that I didn't even have time to say goodbye...... But it's nice to see you again. ”

"Yes!

The two neuropaths sympathize with each other.

Looking at Lorenzo's departing film, Oscar was a little lonely for a while, after all, not everyone would appreciate his works, and he hadn't seen such an interesting student for a long time.

"Well, if it weren't for the first step in the purifier, he would have liked me. ”

Sighing as he said Oscar.

"What a good boy. ”

Buscalo was happy that Lorenzo was gone, though he didn't know what he was doing with his sudden departure, and it wasn't clear where he could go but the train.

But...... He seemed to hear something he shouldn't have heard.

"What mechanism?"

"What mechanism?"

Oscar repeated his words, as if asking what you were talking about.

"It's not...... You said it."

He wanted to explain something, but Oscar followed.

"Are you hallucinating? As a doctor, you care about your body!"

The old guy hugged the divorced unlucky ghost vigorously, the silver necklace swayed slightly around his neck, and in the delicate pattern, the eyes wrapped in triangles quietly watched the world.

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