[Titanic] Rose is not shredded pork

"Yes, miss." The housekeeper Blake said respectfully, with deep smile lines showing at the corners of his eyes, he obviously had a good impression of this "young bachelor", "You need to dress up, miss. With all due respect, although you are very beautiful, But the current appearance is not suitable for receiving distinguished guests."

"What's the name of this 'young bachelor' who sounds rich and rich?" Rose's plump lips that were full of lines were pursed, and the lip lines became deeper.

"Mr. Hockley, Mr. Carl Hockley."

"SHI..." Rose swallowed the letter "T" forcefully, like swallowing a fly.

Mother star, the heroine, heroine and supporting actor on the Titanic finally got you together!

Say, what is your purpose!You said it!

A luxurious brown-red car came galloping from the driveway—the car was not streamlined at this time, but as square as a convertible—with piles of boxes and luggage tied up behind the car, which indicated that the owner planned to spend time in Rose Manor. live here.Servants in uniform stood in line on the driveway paved with white cobblestones to welcome her. Rose quietly tore off the continuous black line on her forehead, and put on a reserved and elegant welcome smile.

In fact, she has a lot of curiosity about Cal Hockley, the male supporting role, but she really hates Queen Rufu's big blind date - Dad's body is already bad enough, and his vitality is like a reservoir that has opened the gate to release water How can I stand up to such a toss?

Are you so eager to marry me off, dear mother?

Black shiny leather shoes, a straight coat and trousers, a black cane, and gloves, ties, hats, hair and eyes of the same color... His triumphant, reserved and arrogant smile is exactly the same as that of him in the movie Titanic .

Rose took a deep breath—a movement she had difficulty accomplishing in the comfort of the tights she hadn't worn for a long time—and put on the mask that Ruf asked her daughter to wear at all times.

"Welcome to Rose Manor, Mr. Hockley." Rose smiled brightly, "I welcome you on behalf of all the roses here."

I wish you could get out sooner.

The dinner was extremely sumptuous, and the servants carried shiny silver trays upstairs and downstairs, running back and forth between the kitchen and the dining room, but their steps were still as if measured by a vernier caliper, which was fine.

On the long table covered with a clean white tablecloth are piled large flowers, freshly picked flowers from the garden by the gardener, and green and fragrant plants are piled up in the center of the long table, as well as snow-white napkins, shiny silver candlesticks, and milky white candlesticks. candles, but there were only four people sitting at the long table—Mr. Rose with a rebellious face.

"Men should pursue progress like you." Rufu's face was covered with bigger chrysanthemums than that of James. She was wearing a lady's corolla, and family jewels were piled up on her body. Rufu was courteous. Flattering Carl, "You are so young, Carl, but you control the steel supply of the entire United States. Mr. Nathan Hockley must be proud of you."

"I'm just helping my father." Carl said modestly, but he couldn't hide the smug light in his black eyes. Obviously he enjoyed Rufu's compliment and was willing to talk more about it. A man who waits to die and muddle along, so I have to use actions to distinguish myself from them."

Rufu nodded in agreement, and was about to tease him to continue talking about the family business, but heard Rose say lukewarmly: "You are too harsh, Mr. Hockley. Society is originally composed of a few elites and a majority." Composed of fillings, you wave your baton and command the gears to run, but you can't look down on the gears. Without them, who do you command? A man does not break the law, commit crimes, or have bad morals, even if he is mediocre all his life. Respectable. Someone has to sit on the curb and applaud your swaggering elite."

"Rose!" Rufu yelled angrily in a low voice, "It's too thoughtless!"

"Perhaps, Mom." Rose picked up one of the three goblets in front of her, and lazily counterattacked, her chin still raised, showing unyielding willpower, "People's ideas will always change, maybe in a few days Years, maybe tomorrow I will change my mind, but at least at this moment, this opinion comes from my heart."

... Mom, can't you see that I deliberately disgusted this gentleman?I mean no ill will to him personally, but I cannot approve of your present conduct.

"What Miss Rose said is very interesting." Carl turned to her, his narrowed black eyes full of interest, playfulness and curiosity, "Then I can accept the applause of the mediocre at ease."

...Fuck!

It seems to have the opposite effect?

Rose deliberately behaved a little rudely, but her unruly, glamorous and noble style pleased Karl...

Mother Star, don't break the plot back here! ! !

After finally getting through the dinner time, Rose was about to sneak away, but Carl took her arm from behind: "Would you like to show me this old and beautiful house, Miss Rose?"

Rufu beamed with joy, winked at Rose, and left the restaurant quickly.

...I rub it.

Rose could only sigh and said, "I'm sorry, I'm a little tired, Mr. Hockley."

"You're so cruel, Miss. Maybe I'm leaving tomorrow, and you're putting me off like that!" He leaned towards Rose and whispered in her ear, "Show me a little That's fine, you won't refuse a passenger's earnest feelings, will you?"

...Damn, with so much luggage, I still swear that "I might leave tomorrow".

Rose could only shake her head, avoiding his arm and said calmly, "Then, please come with me, Mr. Hockley."

Carl Hockley was born in an aristocratic family in the United States. He is a typical representative of capitalists in the early [-]th century. You might have some fun befriending He He Tan, who is the poster child for the cool, domineering pig-footed men in dog-blood romance novels.

If it was another occasion, another time, Rose might be willing to chat with this tall and handsome rich man, but definitely not now, not the time and place when Rufu made a wise decision.

In Two-dimensional, the domineering male lead is always more popular, but if you switch to the three-dimensional, you still need to find a gentle and considerate person to spend your life with.

Therefore, Rose, who was wearing a long black dress with an open back, walked in front, trying to keep a certain distance from Carl, while answering his nonsense indifferently.

Rose has seen and dealt with rich kids like Carl Hockley too much.From the age of five to 15, the men she came into contact with were either rich or noble, whether they were dukes or earls, squires or landlords, whether they owned mines or obtained the right to cast railways, or they were small businessmen, upstarts in the publishing industry, A tycoon in the automotive world.

For this kind of people, Rose has long been tired of aesthetics, not to mention that Carl's arrival has brought a huge burden to her father's body. She really can't face this unexpected visitor with a pleasant face and a smile.

"What secret passages, attics, etc. are there in the room?"

"If you're interested in this, Mr. Hockley, I can take you to my mother. She knows the house like the back of her hand."

"Oh no, don't be so cruel, Rose! I don't want anyone bothering us, not even the Lingtang. Don't call me 'Mr. Hockley' anymore. Call me Carl."

"The name is just a code name, just like whatever name I call, Daisy, Lily, Mary, Anne or Rose, I am me."

...I...is it really me?

"Where does this door lead to?"

"The servants' room." Rose was still wandering.

During the fugue, a familiar name whispered by someone pierced the eardrum with the touch of needles:

jack.

Rose immediately put her ear to the door, completely throwing the follower behind her out of the blue.

"I heard Madam let Jack go."

"No wonder I didn't see that jolly boy today! What's his mistake?"

"Hush—it's said that it was Miss Rose... He left this afternoon, and his wife told him to pack up and leave immediately, without even writing a letter of recommendation..."

"How did the wife know"

……

Ear drums buzzing, dizziness, staring eyes.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." She wiped her face in a hurry, shook off Carl's hand, and went downstairs with the same hurried and messy pace.

Jack, Jack...

The path hidden in the woods was so long and rough, vines and branches scraped her skirts, arms and calves, Rose stumbled and staggered, and when she pushed open the door...

The furnishings in the house are almost the same as yesterday, only there is an extra piece of sketch paper on the table——

On the paper, it was a girl with an extremely bright smile showing eight teeth.Her strange short hair fluttered in the wind, and she laughed loudly against the wind...

In the lower right corner of the sketch paper is written the name and date, and there is a simple figure with a hat off, and a sentence:

No matter when and where, I hope you have such a smile.

The mother star said that there is always a banquet in the world.

But Rose and Jack's banquet ended just after the aperitif was served.

Looking indifferently at the next feast that was unfolding, she was like a marionette.

It's over, it's over.

It's over, it's over.

Her only sustenance in this world was abruptly broken by her mother.

Why can't she just be a lady of the family honestly, why can't she exist as a cling to a man like all women of the same age and status?

This is too difficult for her.

Rose sees the trajectory of her future life at a glance.

She can fully envision her life in the next ten, 20, 30 or even 50 years.When I think of the unchanging social, entertainment and smiling faces carefully distorted in every line of muscle in the future, I think that I will become as vulgar as everyone else, and I think that I will degenerate into a symbol of "mother". Being deprived of her personal freedom... Rose felt terrified.

Jewelry, feasting and luxury are a dull gray tone in her eyes, but she has to be annihilated.

For Carl, she is a cold beauty who is difficult to approach but must be obtained; for Rufu, she is a rebellious, disobedient daughter who is not lacking in value; for Rose herself...it seems insignificant to herself.

Everyone thinks she is an accessory, no one respects her as an independent individual, no one considers her thoughts, no one cares about her emotions... Everyone demands and orders her with their own expectations. She, persecuted her...Jack, who understood her and admired her, was driven away by Rufu, and the father who obeyed her and loved her returned to the kingdom of God...She was even grounded by Rufu, and cut off the relationship with Coco Chanel Correspondence of letters and telegrams . . .

The pressure from the outside world condensed into an iceberg, and only a corner of it emerged from the water. The huge shadow in the undercurrent smashed at her head and face, overwhelming her, forcing her to submit.

She tightly covered her mouth, shrugging her shoulders in sadness.

It's okay, it's okay, it doesn't matter.Rose repeatedly persuaded herself, it's okay, it's okay, it's okay.

It was just a blond boy who met by chance. She spent a few days with him like a dream, ambiguous, warm and happy days, and handed each other back to each other's fate.

The stolen time in the past few days allowed them to cultivate enough tacit understanding, but when they were not ready to express their hearts, everything came to an abrupt end.

For her, Jack turned into the past in the gap between closing and opening his eyes.

Suddenly she felt that the word "past events" was like the wind, and she was a dead leaf that was blown up by the wind and fell into the soil, missing the soaring just now.

During these three days, everything was recalled without pain or sadness, but Rose was trying to hold back her tears.

If their story sucks, forget it.Maybe many years later, looking back at the memories of my youth, it has become dark and yellow in the years, and it is difficult to distinguish between true and false.But those uneasy, intoxicated, confused and heartbroken back then will not change color.

So be it, so be it.

In the three-dimensional reality, even the stories of princes and princesses are full of lies, deceit, betrayal, disputes, compromises and tears. The rich girl and the poor painter... are even more difficult.

Not everyone has the luck of her parents in her previous life, and not everyone is the darling of fate.On the contrary, most people's lives are ordinary, mediocre, day after day, in the cracks of difficult life, looking for the long-lost bitter happiness... I think I am no exception.

Whether it is on the home planet or in this world at the beginning of the twentieth century, life, love, happiness... are always so difficult, so difficult.

Rose is not an optimist, she never imagines the world as beautiful and bright, but she is good at self-distraction, self-persuasion and self-hypnosis.

So what if there is no fun in this world, so what if you can't find the meaning of existence.

Everyone came here like this, and there are few people who can have the free soul of seagulls soaring in the sea and sky like Jack.

Before her eyes appeared the boy's slightly pouty, plump lower lip, tilted head, slightly coquettish cuteness, and small, rough, warm hands...

She didn't know what kind of thoughts she had for Jack, and she didn't know what fate they would face... But Rufu swept Jack out of the house like a pest.

The last door connecting her with the world was slammed shut by the tough hand of fate.

So be it, so be it.

Just like all the so-called ladies in this world, they paint, pretend to engage in charity, dress up, gossip, and live in a stereotyped way of existence.

Every new tomorrow is the same as yesterday.

Her world has returned to the traditional British rainy black, white and gray, and the touch of blue and golden faded in her eyes and mind.

The following days were very boring and muddled.

Mr Bucket died.

Carl Hockley stayed on, with great indecency, to help with the funeral.Ruffle was happy to see it happen, and Rose was too lazy to resist.

James Kemp inherited the Rose Manor, the baronetship and Mr. Bookett's debts, and finally got his wish and successfully entered the upper class.

During the mourning period, Ruth and Rose still lived in Rose Manor, but they both knew that this was no longer their home.

Including the blue sea, the dense forest by the sea, and the simple but clean wooden house where Jack lived.

After the mourning period, the mother and daughter packed their bags and prepared to leave.Rose took only one sketch—

On the paper, it was a girl with an extremely bright smile showing eight teeth.Her strange short hair fluttered in the wind, and she laughed loudly against the wind...

The name and date are written in the lower right corner of the sketch paper, there is also a simple figure with a hat off, and a sentence:

No matter when and where, I hope you have such a smile.

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☆, set sail