The chatter in the carriage was silenced by these two voices. Regardless of the eyes of the people around them, the two people were singing and dancing like crazy, pushing glasses and changing glasses.
After the excitement, Oscar seemed to remember something and he said.
"By the way, this is Buscaro, my friend, a doctor."
As he spoke, he introduced Buscaro, who had an awkward smile on his face. Before he could say anything else, Lorenzo took the lead and shouted.
"Nice to meet you! Mr. Buscaro."
He extended his hand kindly, but Lorenzo's face was filled with murderous intent, as if "I'll kill you if you talk too much".
Buscaro nodded tremblingly and replied, "Nice to meet you."
Happy?
Well, it's indeed something to be happy about. At least in this meeting, Lorenzo, the lunatic, didn't put that damn shotgun to his head.
Thinking this, Buscaro touched his bare forehead and wiped the sweat.
He still remembered the previous scenes when he met Lorenzo, each time was full of drama, but interestingly, the girl he brought was different every time.
"You don't look well?"
Oscar looked at his friend. This guy's face was slightly red and covered with sweat.
"Maybe the air is stuffy!"
Lorenzo answered directly and glanced at Buscaro.
Buscaro was stunned for a moment, then nodded vigorously.
"Yeah, it should be because the air is stuffy."
In order to keep warm, the entire carriage is enclosed and the temperature is comfortable, but it's a little uncomfortable when we get to Buscaro.
"Speaking of which, I really didn't expect to see you again. Lorenzo, have you dropped out of school?"
After a brief introduction, Oscar sighed.
Lorenzo was a famous figure in the college at that time, but one day he suddenly disappeared without any news.
His name is not on the list, and there are no traces of him on various records. He only exists in the memories between teachers and students. If there were not several handwritten assignments proving that he did exist, Oscar would even think that he would
Everyone has some kind of collective hallucination.
"Barely... so far."
Lorenzo answered vaguely.
At that time, Lorenzo would attend classes every day in order to learn some strange things. After he succeeded in his studies, he would leave mysteriously.
It stands to reason that he would never interact with those people again, but today was really a surprise.
"Um?"
Oscar stared at Lorenzo's face, paused for a moment, and didn't ask any more questions.
In his opinion, Lorenzo might be the child of some big shots. Those guys always do this, hiding their names and identities and sending their children to colleges and universities for further studies, and then leave silently without knowing when. I remember that the principal had it.
Such a gray list.
With a kind smile, Oscar looked at Seliu instead.
Lorenzo felt nervous. After all, Seleu's identity was the future Duke of Stuart, and he didn't want her to be recognized.
"Who is this……"
Oscar asked with some curiosity. Maybe Seleu's thin sense of presence was taking effect. Only then did Oscar notice this girl who had been silent.
"she is me……"
"Seleu!"
Seleu suddenly interrupted Lorenzo. She didn't give Lorenzo any room to express himself.
Could it be that the deformed hostage relationship was finally about to break down? Her roar might make everyone in the car think that she was a kidnapper.
Although the demon hunter conquered the world with his sword, Lorenzo would not be able to bear it morally if Seleucus made any nonsense.
But the next development of the situation surprised Lorenzo.
"Seleu, Seleu Holmes, I am his sister. Nice to meet you."
she said.
Not only Lorenzo was stunned, Oscar was also stunned.
The old guy looked at Lorenzo, who had an unkempt stubble on his face, and then looked at Seleu, who was as delicate as a doll.
I couldn't help but shake my head, as if I was examining something and judging it, and then sighed.
"What are you sighing for?"
Lorenzo couldn't help shouting.
"it's okay no problem!"
Oscar said quickly.
Seeing Lorenzo's claws and teeth, Seleu thought of the person Lorenzo told him before.
There is a very sick teacher who was a playwright before teaching and is keen on comedy. As long as you can make him laugh, you can get high marks in his class.
"Hello!"
Oscar shook Seleu's outstretched hand.
"It's such an unexpected blessing to meet such a beautiful girl!"
Holding the young man's hand, he felt a little younger. The old man looked very happy.
"By the way, why are you here?"
Lorenzo asked.
"Travel."
Oscar said.
"Isn't this a tourist line?"
Okay, there was a mistake in the question, but Oscar continued.
"My creation has hit a bottleneck. I need some inspiration. I heard that the snow scenery in the north is beautiful. I want to see it."
After listening to his words, Lorenzo looked at Buscaro who was aside. After noticing Lorenzo's eyes, Oscar continued.
"A person is inevitably a little bored. Buscaro happened to be free, so I took him with me."
He continued.
"This is a poor guy. His wife just divorced him and took away his daughter. He wanted to try to reconcile, but his ex-wife took the child back to his hometown."
There was a look of pity in Lorenzo's eyes, which reminded Lorenzo of the church priests. Usually when they showed this expression, they would follow it with the words "poor child."
"Bald, bloated, bad-tempered, with no hope of promotion... I think it will be difficult for him to get his wife back."
The listener was sad and cried. Buscaro had just recovered, but when he heard Oscar's words, he couldn't help but feel sad and fell over again, leaning against the car window and breathing hard.
"But, divorce is a good thing!"
He patted Buscaro on the shoulder vigorously.
"After all, divorce is for marriage!"
Oscar laughed, not realizing what he had just done.
Seliu was a little speechless. She began to understand why Lorenzo seemed so excited when he met her. This was not an academic appreciation or a favor, but just the like-mindedness between two psychopaths.
Like two hateful demons, they laughed happily at Buscairo's sorrow.
The two chatted and talked about the past. According to Lorenzo, Oscar was his mentor and friend, and he was extremely talented.
In Oscar's words, Lorenzo has an upright image, respects his teachers and loves his children, cares about his classmates, and is active in doing things. His overall energy is so positive that he can be selected as one of the ten outstanding youths of Inverg.
Whether it was true or false, Seliu didn't know clearly, but in these few minutes, the two of them showed their bad characters vividly.
"What story could this be?"
After laughing, Lorenzo suddenly asked seriously.
He was very curious about what story Oscar would write this time. After all, his works were well received, and even Lorenzo himself liked them very much.
"The me you know must be a cheerful comedy!"
The old guy answered with a smile.
"comedy?"
Lorenzo looked sad after hearing this.
"What's wrong?"
In Seleu's view, comedy is a happy thing, but Lorenzo didn't look happy.
"Because comedy at its core is tragedy, kid."
The old guy said.
Oscar rarely became serious. His voice was calm and he looked a bit like a teacher.
"Have you read the story I wrote?"
he asked.
Seleu thought about it carefully, and the name Oscar Wilde kept echoing in her mind. She had an impression, and her thoughts took her back to a long time ago.
At that time she had just arrived in Old Dunling and had just become a Stuart child.
Seliu remembered that time when a wild cat on the roadside was thrown into a magnificent palace. She was so panicked that she ran rampant, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't get out.
Later, she gradually adapted to it. Because she was illiterate, Yawei taught her for a long time. She remembered that there was a book that she read when she was studying.
"The Nightingale and the Rose?"
Seleu said tentatively.
The old guy's expression was stunned, and then he couldn't help but sigh.
"You really saw it!"
This reaction was somewhat beyond Seleu's expectations. He seemed very unsure about his work. Then Lorenzo explained to her.
"His story is rather... special, you can feel it when you read it."
Seliu nodded. It was a good story, like a fairy tale, but it didn't have a happy ending, which made people sad.
"Yes, that's it. Everyone likes happy stories and beautiful stories. The most important thing is to please readers. But he likes to compete with the world and write some annoying tragedies, so his works are not popular and few people read them.
."
Lorenzo said and looked at Oscar.
"Where did that phrase you often say come from?"
The old guy thought for a moment and then followed Lorenzo's train of thought.
"A young man in his twenties who has no job will probably imagine himself as a writer."
"Yes, yes! That's it!"
The two of them laughed again as they spoke.
"But Lorenzo, that was when I was young. I'm almost fifty now, and I still have a job."
The old guy emphasized.
"Isn't it because I can't survive writing books?"
"After all, people have to eat!"
The two of them laughed again in tacit understanding. This was no longer a case of like-mindedness, but just a conspiracy.
"There is no way, people have to make compromises, otherwise I will starve to death, then the story will really end. I don't think anyone can inherit my love and beauty now."
After the laughter, the old guy said with a sigh.
"But... why do you want to write tragedy? Don't you like comedy?"
Seliu asked somewhat confused.
She still remembered what Lorenzo said. 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 happy person. It was a bit strange for Seleu to think that such a person would write such a story.
Dare to believe.
"Because only when you have experienced beauty can you bear to smash it into pieces."
He said slowly.
"Emotions are the strongest power, and sadness among them is the most violent."
The old guy looked serious.
"The tragedy ends with a tragic ending, and the intense pain is remembered by everyone, like a scar that cannot be healed."
"But it is precisely because it is so strong that its beauty can be reflected, just like those numb people who like to abuse themselves to feel the existence of 'aliveness'."
At this time Lorenzo whispered.
"Stay close, little nightingale, or it will be dawn before the rose is finished."
Seliu remembered these words, which were the words of the big tree in the story.
The boy wanted a red rose, and in order to realize his wish, the little nightingale had to dye the flower red with blood before dawn, but it was almost dawn, and the red rose was still not finished, so the big tree urged it to get closer,
Squeeze out more blood.
"The darker it is, the more light you can feel, and the more sad you are, the clearer it is."
"what?"
she asked.
"Of course it's love!"
The old guy was beaming with joy.
"But you're not even married, Oscar, and you say marriage is two idiots chasing each other!"
Buscaro, who had regained his composure, shouted.
"Does it have something to do with the fact that I'm never married and that I appreciate this kind of relationship? Before you care about me, you should think about paying their living expenses every month!"
The old guy fought back fiercely.
"Some people fight for wealth, some fight for power... Of course there are many such things, such as glory and history, and some even fight over whether to eat sweet or spicy."
Oscar Wilde said it rightly.
"But for me, I fight for love, I am a warrior of love!"
"But it's still a sad story."
She whispered, thinking about this story again now, she had a different feeling.
It is simply a dark fairy tale. The big tree lost its beloved little nightingale, and the efforts of the little nightingale were meaningless.
There is something similar at this moment. Seleucid is about to die for Lorenzo's long-cherished wish. It has nothing to do with love or sorrow. This is just the self-destruction of a madman.
"So, no one cares about these things, and poor love has become something only naive people can say."
After the excitement, there was a bit of decadent loneliness, the old guy sighed.
"Sometimes I feel that the world has become very strange. I hold my true love but am laughed at by others."
It's quite a sad thing, but it's not so sad when it comes out of his mouth. He has obviously lived for a long time, but his mentality is like a child, yelling strange words, fighting for something he doesn't own.
"Yeah... we should go, Seleu."
Lorenzo looked at his pocket watch and said suddenly.
Seliu didn't understand. They were already in the car, where were they going?
"It seems that you are very busy. Just like before, you left suddenly."
The old guy said.
"Yes, life is always so busy, busy at work, busy at getting married, and busy at dying."
Lorenzo answered casually, and then stretched out his hand again.
"I was so busy that I didn't even have time to say goodbye...but it feels so good to see you again."
"Yeah yeah!"
Two psychopaths cherish each other.
Looking at Lorenzo's leaving figure, Oscar felt a little lonely for a moment. After all, not everyone would appreciate his work, and he hadn't seen such an interesting student in a long time.
"Well, if the purification mechanism hadn't arrived first, he would have liked me."
While talking about Oscar, he sighed.
"What a good boy."
Buscaro was happy for Lorenzo's departure, although he didn't know what he was doing when he left suddenly, and he didn't know where else he could go except this train.
But... he seemed to have heard something he shouldn't have heard.
"What agency?"
"What agency?"
Oscar repeated what he said, his confused and questioning eyes seeming to ask you what you are talking about.
"No...you said it"
He wanted to explain something else, but Oscar continued.
"Are you hallucinating? As a doctor, you should take care of your own body!"
The old guy hugged the unlucky divorced man vigorously, the silver necklace swaying slightly around his neck, and the eyes wrapped in triangles in the delicate pattern were watching the world quietly.