[Titanic] Rose is not shredded pork

The harem pants are so wide that the trouser legs can pretend to be skirts, so Rufu didn't notice her daughter's deviant for a while.As for the short hair... Queen Rufu would not even consider this possibility, she just thought that her daughter had a new hairstyle.

Sitting down at the table, Rose finally noticed tonight's protagonist, Mr. James Kemp.

James is a handsome and huge middle-aged man. His whole body is tanned to an oily brown-black by the sun in the south of England. There are not many wrinkles and skin is not too loose. His narrow hooked nose is noble and arrogant. Raised high, it highlights the narrow and delicate nostrils.The fabric of the dress is too thick, and it is too thick to go out for a walk.The cufflinks have obviously undergone repeated comparisons and careful selection, but there is still a lot of alienation from the heavy coat.

"Look, Rose, how handsome and handsome your cousin is!" Ruth whispered to Rose.

"Hope his pomade doesn't stain the chairs and the sofa." Rose saw his bald, greasy, unforgiving hair.

The daughter was resisting the coercion of her mother, but her mother ignored her, and turned to the male protagonist to compliment her: "There are no other male guests tonight, Mr. Kemp." Smile, "You know, bachelors are popular everywhere, especially in rural areas where there are more women than men."

"My pleasure, Mrs. Bucket. I wonder if I will be welcomed by your mistress?"

"of course?"

Rose imagined a greasy troll like Professor Snape, and was happy to imagine it, completely ignoring the three-dimensional deity walking towards her.

"May I have the honor of asking you to dance with me, pretty Cousin Rose?"

"I allow you to ask me to dance, handsome cousin James." Rose's body was shaken—it was revealed that her plump, smooth, marble-like shoulders were shaking lightly—and she calmed down and answered provocatively.

James is tall, tall and strong, and when he stands in front of the window, the whole room will be dark.His original thick hair is gradually abandoning him, so he has to rely on pomade for his dying struggle.The man hadn't been completely emptied out by the pleasures of life--as loose and fat as most middle-aged men were--but he danced uncommonly well.He took Rose and spun around in the crowd without touching a feather or scratching a piece of lace.

Rose danced with him absent-mindedly, cold, serious and unpredictable.

What a strange couple.Rose is only Juliet's age, and James is old enough to be Romeo's father.

The girl is serious and indifferent, unsmiling, and every sentence she utters by chance is like a knife wiped with honey.For the romantic James, her existence is a challenge, even a provocation, which requires extraordinary means to conquer.

"When you were very young, I hugged you and kissed your forehead and cheek." James was full of air and his voice was loud, and everyone in the hall heard his words, "Hahaha, I can't think of that dry and The thin, freckled red-haired girl has grown into the most beautiful woman in the whole of England!"

"You seem to have seen many beauties, Cousin James."

"They're not as pretty as you, Cousin Rose. A green-eyed English girl as dignified, buxom, and elegant as you must be God's favorite, and a stunner on earth!"

"I like your compliments, Cousin James. If you change the subject and stop blah blah blah blah blah blah, I'm sure I'll like you more." At this moment, Coco Chanel possessed her, and Rose raised her eyebrows arrogantly. The man's aura is in full swing.

It's a pity that her appearance is too glamorous, and her original intention of pointing to the door and saying "get out" was abruptly broken into the mode of "flirtatious" and "rejection".

Looking at the eyes of the strange Shumai who is close at hand, full of playfulness, full of interest, and determined to win, Rose is full of enthusiasm in her heart, and shouts loudly: mother star, mother star, call mother star!Apply to return to the embrace of the mother star, please answer!

On the outside, she is plated with the gold of noble ladies and ladies, but inside she is a 24K real man and pure man.She will not take the initiative to object to the responsibility of the nobility, honor, etc., but she has no way to agree with it from the bottom of her heart.

This is the sadness, or luck, of a new China without nobles.

The difficulty of being a good girl with a sense of social responsibility and aristocratic honor is not caring about those you care about, but pretending to care about people you don't really care about at all.

Like conversation in dancing—

"Cousin James, it is said that the journey was not smooth, is it true?"

She actually wanted to say, James, you Ojisan, why don't you hurry up.

James Kemp's intentions were so obvious, his attitude so attentive, with a begging, shameless rascal's energy but he thought he was coquettish, surrounded her with words, actions and fat fingers in all directions, so that Roo Si almost couldn't help being too defensive and slapped him directly.

On the mother planet, aren't the male supporting roles in romance novels all gentle and golden bamboo horses? Why did you give me a strange sorceress who is not a few years younger than my father...Mother star, you heard your people bright and sad Is the earnest call?

"I'm sorry, Cousin James, if you excuse me, please do yourself a favor." Rose smiled and took her hand away, turning and leaving thinking she was handsome.

"God, am I dazzled, Rose? Are you wearing a pair of pants?!" Rufu was shocked, and she lowered her voice and said angrily.

I can't help but feel a little proud of my successful revenge and self-breakthrough.

Rose left her mother a back, and walked towards the seashore.

"My God, how did your hair become like a duck's butt?!" Rufu's angry voice dissipated in the sea breeze.

The cool and humid westerly wind blows from the sea, the treetops whirling, the sparkling sea ripples, and the fine waves beat the sandy shore and reefs, breaking up on the delicate sandy beaches and rugged boulders.Waterfowl and seagulls hovered over the spray, their feathers glistening with stains.

The nightingale is singing, the fish are chattering, and the breeze is warm.

The sun sinks in the pink and orange west, and a full moon is embedded with branches like a bird's nest, with the unique crystal clearness of summer.

Rose sat on the beach, took a deep breath, and slowly closed her eyes.

It was a blessing to be away for a while from the long table of candles, flowers, polished cutlery, and chattering and incomprehensible conversation.She waved her hand, trying to drive away troubles like mosquitoes.

Rose knew that Shocker wore a pair of trousers and cut her hair short today out of a sudden outburst of resentment for a boring life.The endless parties, dances, dinners and visits, the day-to-day grooming, the philanthropy, the insensitive children in the orphanage, the silly banter with the men, the covetousness, the self-seeking. James Kemp's entanglement, the role of the model suitor is too good.

This kind of resentment had quietly planted the seeds when Rose traveled to this world. It has been many years, like a toothache that comes and goes, troubles her from time to time.

Until this evening, when the exasperation of self-loathing flared up.

Rose looked out to sea.

If she walked into the sea at this time, would everything be over, maybe she could wear it back.

The girl under the age of 16 smiled wryly at herself and full of disgust.

She has worked hard enough and is obedient enough.In the past two years, Queen Rufu couldn't wait to let the young Rose start socializing, and she tried her best to play the role her mother wanted her to play: a gorgeous stunner, a cold beauty who stimulated men's desire to conquer, Walking around London, Liverpool, France and Italy, talking and laughing, casually accepting compliments and admiration from men, seeing it all as a reflection of his natural beauty and invincible charm.She doesn't need to speak, as long as she stands still in the center of the hall, there will be groups of men of all ages surrounding her.

At this time, the real her, the her from her previous life, emerged like a ghost, watching everything with Rose's big pale green eyes.

I lost myself.

It's like dressing up for a masquerade, but the dress doesn't fit.

She behaved herself as if she was watching a play in the theater, but found that she couldn't get out of a farce.

Suddenly, there was a reflection of light on the seashore, and a group of white objects rolled around.Rose took a few steps closer, clutched her chest and shouted, "White! Good girl, come here!"

White is a Shetland pony, a gift from Mr. Bookett for his daughter's seventh birthday. The name "White" definitely means to avenge public revenge and vent anger privately.

Rose's female man's aura was full, and she ran over in a big stride, even if her pants were cut.And the pony, just like seeing its owner for the first time, lowered its head aggrievedly, took a step back slowly, then raised its head quietly to take a peek, finally moved a few steps, and timidly rubbed against Rose's cheek. palm...

It still has four short legs, a round belly, round hooves, a fluffy little tail, and big innocent eyes, but the saddle on the back is gone.Viewed from the front, the pony's body looks like a lollipop, its round body is supported by its thick and short legs, and its belly protrudes round... Where is the pony, it is obviously a cute little lamb!It makes people want to pinch flat, rub round, and ravage to their heart's content...

Rose thought her father had sold her, but she didn't expect this pony that had been with her for several years to be here!

"Good girl, come back quickly! Huh?... Rose?... Rose!"

"Am I dazzled, is it Jack Dawson?" She was on the verge of tears.

"I'm glad you still remember me, Rose." Jack took White and took out a handful of candies to feed her.

"Hey, you've come from Paris to Yorkshire? Where do your parents live?" Her eye circles turned red, thank goodness it was dark!

"Buried in the loess, since I was 15 years old."

"I'm very sorry, Mr. Dawson."

"Jack." The blond boy corrected, "Speaking of which, according to the customs of nobles, I should have called you 'Miss Rose', but I believe you don't mind my being slightly rude, right, Rose?"

"I'm very happy." Rose smiled sincerely, not a smile reflected in a mirror, but overflowing from the corners of her mouth and eyes.

"much better."

"What's better, Jack?"

"Laughing, I feel better." Jack held the pony in one hand, and pulled her past with the other, "Let's go, I'll take you to an interesting place. You know, just now you were staring at the sea, almost making people think You are going to throw yourself into the sea."

The boy in the brown coat held the noble girl's hand. The girl's short-cut hair fluttered over her bare and round shoulders. She wore ruby ​​earrings and a ruby ​​necklace around her neck. The burgundy color made her even more skinny. White as snow, with a wonderful luster in the moonlight.She was wearing a dark blue satin top, and on her legs were a pair of harem pants, which could be called a fancy dress, but they strangely showed the beautiful and plump shape of her legs.The burgundy earrings and necklace are like tears of joy on the sides of the cheeks and on the chest.

The boy has pure, golden short hair, under the baptism of the moonlight, it looks like he is wearing a silver hat.His sea-like blue eyes were full of joy and vitality.

Jack pulled a bandanna out of his pocket and said, "We're going through the woods, and I suggest you wrap it around your head, so that the branches won't cling to your beautiful curly hair."

"So I'm like a vegetable vendor and a peasant woman." Rose looked at the old but clean handkerchief, and couldn't help laughing.

"Believe me, it's definitely more like a shepherd wandering the hills."

"And a pony..." Rose smiled. "It's a pity I can't ride her anymore."

"I didn't expect Miss Rose to be a great rider."

"Please call me Sir Knight. I like to ride horses, but the riding clothes are too annoying. It is the thing with long skirts that sweep the floor, with breeches, riding boots, hats and gloves."

"And you have to ride sideways." Jack expressed sympathy.

"Don't tell me such sad things."

In the twilight, in silence, being pulled by a boy whom she has only met once, and walking into the unknown woods, she should have been a little nervous, but perhaps because of her impression of this movie in her previous life, Rose's feelings at this time are not. Only trust and excitement.

Jack turned his head from time to time, grinning at her with his eight teeth showing.Rose couldn't help laughing out loud, like a child who went out to explore and dig treasure, mixed with Jack's laughter, unexpectedly harmonious and beautiful.

The branches were criss-crossing under her feet, and Rose tripped several times, and Jack held her tightly.The path is intermittent, sometimes disappearing under a clump of ferns, and sometimes reappearing next to a heather tree. In short, walking not only depends on a good sense of direction and balance, but also largely depends on the richness of imagination degree.

Slowly, a narrow path a few inches wide appeared in front of my eyes, as if it was about to be submerged in trees.

All kinds of messy trees gradually became scarce, and a small wooden house suddenly appeared in front of the eyes, quietly surrounded by trees, hidden from people's sight.

Rose's large pale green eyes opened even wider.

How could there be such a secret room, so tightly blocked by trees.She walked round and round the cabin, so happy and excited that she almost forgot about Jack.

The owner who was almost forgotten said, "Come in and sit down, Rose." He ran over to open the door, made an exaggerated "please" gesture, and tied White to the open space behind the house.

There were no chairs in the hut, just a few neatly whittled tree stumps covered with soft old woolen cushions.The furnishings are extremely simple, a bit messy for men, but it is cleaned very cleanly and the smell is very fresh.The paint on the desktop is peeling off, there is no tablecloth, but the coasters are embroidered with Chinese-style flowers and birds, which is very artistic and interesting.A few sketches hung on the walls, and a bright yellow flame blazed from the stove.

"You must be cold," Jack added a few logs to the stove, and said in a protective tone, "put on my coat." He did not allow Rose to refuse, "As a northerner, I have nothing to say about the weather in England at night. Don't worry, the clothes are clean."

The thick fabric is softened by time, exuding the smell of sunbathing.The smell of Jack above is very mild, warm, and can only be discerned barely.

"Didn't Mr. Black give you work clothes, Jack? Your coat will be torn if you keep wearing it!" Rose joked, but there was no indifference, sarcasm or malice in her tone.

"Is that so?" Jack made a big grimace and looked dejected, "I'm planning to pass this coat on to my children."

His words, coupled with his exaggerated and cute expression, made Rose laugh so hard that her stomach almost cramped.Holding her stomach, she was out of breath, coughing and said, "...good...a good idea...ahem...let them...clearly feel the hardships that their parents went through."

It's been a long time since I laughed so happily.

"How was your dinner?"

"To be honest, Jack, I haven't heard the word 'dinner' for a long time. In the eyes of ladies and wives, this word is more heinous than the seven deadly sins."

"I remember, you high society said 'supper', right?"

"Bingo~"

"I see you're hungry, Rose."

"Ah... how did you discover this secret?"

"Your stomach is growling."

"..."

Rose's wide-eyed, indignant look made him chuckle.

"Don't look at me like that, Rose, you're so cute." Jack entered the kitchen and brought out a pot of thick soup, "I don't know if the noble lady eats food that's been used for a meal..."

Rose snatched the soup bowl: "Don't be so wordy, here's the spoon."

"You really amaze me, Rose." The blue eyes flashed like a wind blown forget-me-not.

"Go quickly, do you think I can carry such a heavy pot to drink soup?"

Jack laughed again, offering the spoon like a gust of wind, and suggested, "Would you like me to bake you a toast, dear Miss Rose?"

Rose had a big mouthful of soup in her mouth, she stared at Jack with wide eyes, her cheeks were bulging, she swallowed with difficulty and said, "I didn't expect you to be a good family man, Jack."

"Your compliment is wonderful. Of course, if you've been drifting like a tumbleweed for five years like me, maybe it's enough to get a job at the Leighton Hotel."

The bread was baked, French, browned and fragrant.

Jack cut off a small piece of butter and said, "If you're considerate enough, Rose, don't ask me for jam today." His eyes blinked like a large golden retriever begging for mercy, and Rose smiled She couldn't even eat the bread, so after waiting for a long time, she put down the knife and fork and said, "What the hell are butter, jam, knife and fork... go to hell." She quickly, decisively, and forcefully tore off a piece of bread, stuffed it into the In his mouth, while looking at Jack provocatively, his eyebrows were raised high, "Why, haven't you seen such a rough noble lady?"

Jack smiled and shook his head.In an instant, a warm blue sea opened before her eyes.Jack got closer and said approvingly: "This is the real you, Rose, you shouldn't be frowning tightly, looking at the world with scrutiny and alienation."

"Like that painting you painted me conveyed?"

"I promised to paint you a new one, Rose."

"It's an honor, Jack."

The author has something to say: This chapter adds content about pony horses, and I think the plot will be more compact if the pony horses are put here.

The pony is really cute, as shown in the picture~

Post some beautiful pictures of Leonardo when he was young.I can't bear to post Uncle Leon's picture--

☆、Jack