[Titanic] Rose is not shredded pork

No one can tell when it started. The word "Titanic", which symbolizes strength and speed, appears more and more frequently on the pages of newspapers and in people's conversations.

The gentlemen, ladies and wives talked about the largest, most luxurious and prestigious ship, about her four chimneys, about her indoor swimming pool, gym, Turkish bath, library, elevator and The squash room, of her grand staircase with oak paneling and gilt balustrades, of her sunny Parisian café and haute pastry, of her second-class cabin, complete with marble sinks and headboard heating, comparable to the first-class cabins of many passenger ships. Third class, talking about her Versailles style, lounges filled with Louis 15s furniture, fine teak and brass trim, chandeliers and frescoes, Indian and Persian rugs... as if they had seen it with their own eyes.

They all said that she was an unprecedented luxury ship and the greatest masterpiece of the industrial age.They all said that the Titanic's steel and iron walls and iron walls were enough to make all the discomforts on the Atlantic voyage disappear, and make all the dangers minimized or even eliminated.

All the factors make this floating city on the sea full of fantasy.

Therefore, when the Titanic ushered in her maiden voyage in Southampton on April 1912, 4, the crowds were filled with crowds, seagulls were flying, and the cargo was messy...

This is a great day worthy of commemoration and recorded in history. The largest luxury cruise ship in mankind is about to announce her first voyage to conquer the sea.

Even the girl who had been silent for a whole year showed a hint of excitement and enthusiasm on that beautiful, plump, cold and graceful face.

Karl was also very excited, his dark eyebrows and skin stretched out, and the brown-red cane tapped the ground, triumphant and full of ambition.

Although Rose never agreed to his marriage proposal, Carl believed that this dream trip on the North Atlantic Ocean would be a decisive turning point.Without telling Rose and her mother he bought a blue diamond necklace—the Heart of the Ocean—and no woman would refuse it, no woman would not be captivated by it, no woman could resist its sea-blue allure.

There was a long sound of the horn, and the crowd of people who didn't even think about flying into one of them struggled to compress, dodged a passage, and let two red and gold-plated luxury cars drive into the pier.

In the open car window, under the men's bowler hat, there flashed a youthful face, and the shocking copper-colored short hair.No batter-flat hats piled high with lace and feathers, no Victorian intricate, jewel-encrusted gowns, not even the tunics and high-waisted skirts that were in vogue—the ink-blue blouse, blue A white shirt with piping, and a long gray striped skirt without lace—completely broke away from the shackles of tights and dresses, and perfectly surrounded the plump and elegant figure of a Greek goddess.

The girl straightened her skirt and sighed very lightly.

Why are you still here?

I've seen the movie a long time ago, even though it was when I was on the mother planet, it was many, many years ago.Knowing the ending a long time ago, she has no curiosity about this giant ship.

When Rose stepped out of the brand-new, shiny Ford sedan, for a moment, she was confused by her behavior—now that she knew it, why did she come?

Knowing the ending—why do you still come?

1912 4 Month 10 Day.

Belfast Harbour, Southampton, UK.

With the warm current of the Atlantic Ocean, spring quietly came to the south of England in April, gently blowing away the cold and damp that lingered all winter.The mist is like the veil of the god of spring, brushing over everyone's face without discrimination, carrying the mildness and freshness of the North Atlantic Ocean.

When Rose held the butler's hand and jumped out of the car and looked out from under the narrow brim of her hat, her emotions and memories were unexpectedly reawakened.For a moment, she seemed to have returned to the movie theater 100 years later, watching the thrilling world on the screen coming towards her outside the screen.

There was a lot of voices and traffic.Mail cars and freight cars shuttle back and forth, with all kinds of prints on them.Seen from a distance, people walking on the deck of this behemoth are like swarms of ants crawling slowly.

The Titanic was stranded on the pier like a giant whale.

Tall chimneys, dense cables, and extremely luxurious facilities all represent the dreams of an era.

Titanic.

Looking from the pier, the hull of the Titanic is like a mountain lying in front of the eyes, blocking the sea and the sky.

"It's no big deal, it's not much bigger than the Olympic, Karl." The girl looked at the giant ship indifferently, speaking in the voice and language of an aristocratic lady, involuntarily revealing the sense of superiority of modern people.

"My dear, there will never be another ship like her. The Olympic didn't even have a carpet, and the Titanic had carpet so thick it went up to the knees. And then there was the furniture, so heavy that Rafcha and I couldn't lift it. And those wainscots..." Although this is the maiden voyage, Karl explained incessantly, nodding and bowing down, as if he had been on countless rides, "The details imitate the Palace of Versailles, full of Louis XV style furniture The lounge, similar in style to the Salon of the Petit Trianon Palace in France, has a carving on the fireplace of "The Hunting Goddess of Versailles". Fine teak and brass decorations, chandeliers and murals, Indian and Persian carpets, and even The third-class cabin also has marble washbasins and bedside heating equipment..."

"Come on, Carl, I don't think this is the boat you designed and built, and you don't need to endorse it." Rose smiled brightly and turned her head away.

"...Your daughter is so hard to please." Carl turned around disappointedly, and complained to Ruf in a low voice.

Rufu also laughed in a low voice, and walked towards the aisle of the first-class cabin.She is wearing a dark green velvet jacket with an oriental mood, and her long pheasant tail hair is fluttering triumphantly on her head in the wind, graceful, luxurious, and reserved.

Rafcha arrogantly patted the staff on the shoulder and asked him to transport two cars and dozens of boxes of salutes to the palace suite.

... Although this guy is well-trained, he is too bullying.Mr. Black, the old butler of Rose Manor, is still likable.

Unfortunately, Rose Manor no longer belongs to them, and Blake has become an employee of James Kemp.

There are three aisles in total. The aisle for third-class passengers is crowded and crowded, while the aisle for VIPs they pass through is spacious and quiet.

For classy people, no one ever suspects that they carry fleas or germs, money and status are the best quarantines.The treatment for third-class passengers is different, and lack of money is often associated with disease and sin.As grim as it sounds, it is true, even in the 21st century home planet.

"Third-class passengers line up for quarantine here!"

Rose frowned slightly, once again deeply understanding why Ke Ke was so eager to make money.

Facing this unchangeable inequality that seemed unnecessary to be changed, Rose shook her head, appreciating the Titanic that was about to set sail with a delicate and unspeakable mood.

Carl and Ruth walked ahead, and the redhead followed them slowly enough that she had enough freedom to look left and right.The sunlight came from the other side of the ship, and most of it was blocked by the hull. Only when boarding the ship, a ray of light passed through the mast, highlighting them who were about to board the "unsinkable boat".The crowds who were seeing off and cheering in the distance were all submerged in the shadows, making this scene like a religious mural that escaped from the sea of ​​suffering and went straight to bliss.

They walked into the sun, out of the sun, into the Titanic.

What would Jack be doing at this time?

If there is no major deviation of fate, at this moment, he should be playing cards with that partner named Fabrizio in a tavern in Southampton.

They should be smoking cheap cigarettes, drinking low-quality beer, playing with curled cards, knives, coins, old pocket watches and third-class tickets, all piled on the table as bets...

Perhaps, Jack has already won a third-class ticket on the Titanic, with an old gray coat unbuttoned, carrying a coarse sack of the same color as he ran wildly between the stream of people and cars and horses, shouting excitedly...

If Jack is 1 minute late...

In the first class cabin, well-trained waiters in white uniforms led the three nobles into the luxurious and comfortable living room.

As the only daughter of the baron and the eldest lady of Rose Manor, Rose is used to all kinds of extravagance and pleasure.Even so, looking at everything the waiter showed, she still had the illusion of being reckless for no reason.

The decks are dotted with the right amount of green leafy plants, and the sun is plentiful and pleasant.The clean white walls are decorated with teak wood panels, and the color matching is just right.The living room is spacious and bright, the wooden floor is bright but not slippery, and the stable hull does not feel the bumpy feeling of traveling by boat.Large space, comfortable furniture, fine teak, exquisite sculptures and murals, red fireplace inlaid with gold rims, golden lamps and curtains... The whole bedroom presents a combination of mahogany and gold, definitely not a heap of gold for nouveau riche With silver, every corner shows upbringing and taste, and everything reflects elegance and dignity.

It is worthy of being a moving castle on the North Atlantic Ocean, which has brought the most unrestrained imagination and the most demanding and strict requirements of human beings to the extreme.

Rose felt that the room was too dark, and she would rather have white walls and chocolate-colored decorations.

As for the paintings of Picasso and Degas in her collection, they have long been stored in a safe in London.

Carl tried to strike up a conversation. He put on a flawless white shirt and vest, held a slender champagne glass between the index and middle fingers of his right hand, and held the wine bottle upside down with the back of his left hand on his waist. He leaned forward slightly and leaned forward. At the door gesticulating and showing hospitality.

The servants were busy coming and going, and Rose was also struggling with arranging and tidying up her belongings, wishing to shout to the courteous man: "Go away, don't get in the way at the door!"

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☆、Meet Jack again