[Titanic] Rose is not shredded pork

From Rose's point of view, dinner parties and dances are alike, but each is boring in its own way.She doesn't like and doesn't want to integrate into these social occasions, she is afraid of being completely assimilated by them, and with guard and boredom, she looks at this group of hummingbird-like hummingbirds humming inaudibly and inaudibly.The only pleasure that can be derived from it is probably to appreciate and judge their dresses, hair ornaments, gloves, hats, ribbons, lace and jewelry.

Too bad Rose had met Coco Chanel - who had grown indifferent to Victorian and Edwardian sartorial styles since opening the store in partnership with her goddess.

For example, this night, Rose escaped from the hall filled with music, lighting, fragrance and insincere laughter, and came to the deck covered with a layer of floating light by the stars and moon, feeling the coolness of the North Atlantic sea breeze.There is a mixture of water, fish, salt and seaweed on the wind.She looked back at the brightly lit hall, as if in a lifetime.

Avoiding the crowd walking on the deck, pushing open the white iron door, climbing up and down the wooden stairs, and finally standing at the stern of the ship, looking down at the undulating blue sea.

The Titanic broke a white trail on the water surface, like pulling an invisible zipper, leaving a long white strip at the stern...

Underwater, three propellers operate simultaneously, stirring up strings of fluffy air bubbles.

On the water, the hull cut through the water, like splitting a huge crystal sapphire.

There was nothing in front of me, except the boundless sea, and the dark night sky, sprinkled with glittering sugar particles.

Rose held on to the cold, white-painted railing, inhaling the cool night wind deeply into her chest.It was pitch black all around, and everything was integrated into the thick night, only a light at the stern of the ship was stubbornly on in this area that was forgotten by tourists.

She heard the rustling of the fabric behind her, the rhythm of the boots stepping on the wood, and the beautiful voice that was a little lower than the wind chimes——

"Long time no see, Rose."

The moment this familiar and soft greeting reached her ears, Rose almost shed tears.

She was still blessed by fate, thank God.

Turning around, leaning against the railing weakly, tightly holding the hands that were stretched out to her.His hands were warm, rough, thick, fleshy and comfortable.

She squeezed desperately, hard, like a drowning man grasping at straws, until Jack's laughter sounded: "Relax, Rose...if you're not going to crush my bones. Don't push so hard, or else I won't be able to draw you in the future."

Through the thin layer of frosted glass in front of the eyes, that lovely doll's face shows the surprise and surprise of reunion.Jack's blond hair is a bit messy, he has grown taller, tanned, his shoulders and arms look stronger, his round baby fat has faded, his facial lines are a little tougher, and his whole person is much more mature than a year ago .But there was still no mustache on his chin or lips, and the same joy and kindness in his eyes.

God can sink a luxurious ship, but he cannot deprive the free soul and the heart of a child.

"I thought you were going to..."

"Jumping?"

"Jump ship? Of course not. Jumping ship is not a fun idea in such bad weather, the water will be so cold that you can't think, you can't breathe." He rubbed her hand repeatedly until the coldness in his hand returned to normal temperature, "I thought you were looking at the scenery and thinking about the future path of life by the way."

"That's a good idea."

"Indeed. Come on, come to the chair and lie down." He pulled Rose to lie flat on the bench on the deck, took off his coat and covered her up, his blond hair fluttering in the wind, "Look at the starry sky in front of you." .”

"Ah... It feels like floating in the starry sky..." She grabbed the brown plaid jacket and found that it was the same one as the one in the wooden house by the sea. It was soft, warm, and smelled of a faint, pleasant smell of tobacco.

All Jack was wearing was a brown shirt, a black vest, and khaki corduroy overalls.

Rose looked and looked, and said in a strange way: "Let's lie down together." After she finished speaking, her face flushed, and she wanted to bite her tongue off with regret.

"Shall I share the jacket with you? It's okay, I'm not cold." He easily resolved the embarrassment of Rose's wrong words, and then changed the subject calmly, "Look, what does the dense starlight look like?"

"Like... like... like suspended white sugar particles." Her tongue was still a little knotted.

"...I haven't seen you for a year. Your imagination has become inversely proportional to your beauty, Rose." Jack looked at her seriously. , Charming dimples, "But you are getting more and more beautiful, maybe it is compensation for the decline of imagination."

"Oh, God! It's better to say that I'm fat again." She relaxed and became lazy, "Damn it, Jack, your compliments are no better than those boys and buddies, why do they sound better and more beautiful Woolen cloth?"

"Is it rooted in my artist nature?" His pale pink lips were moist, glistening in the stars and lights.

"If that's the case, you might as well start a love course."

"I'm an inexperienced teacher, Rose. I apply to teach you only one student. Teaching and learning are both good. Can I be approved?"

She smiled foolishly, as if soaked in 50-degree honey water.

There is no need for shyness, blushing and temptation.

In this strange world, Rose does not have to exile herself, and she encounters a real turning point in her life.

The light at the stern illuminated a small area, where she found another self that God promised her.

Please, no Carl Party vs Jack Party controversy when 3D Titanic comes out.

Please, don't use utilitarian common sense to dispel the joy in it.

Please, don't use "X silk counterattack" to deconstruct the surprise at this time.

Please, don't use future worries to obliterate the youth's no regrets.

The most beautiful years, met the most beautiful each other, without a trace of regret, without a stain.

The Chinese audience 100 years later deliberately reinterpreted the Titanic.They said that Jack is a poor widow who only knows how to eat, drink and have fun, and eats soft meals without seeking to make progress, while Carl is a good man who is infatuated and a model of rich and handsome.

From a social perspective, this kind of interpretation cannot be wrong, because the conflicts, separation, confrontation and self-expression of today's social classes have led to bloody realities of life that even a great love story cannot effectively bridge——

Compared with eating, love is not important.Compared with fame, ego is not important.Compared to family, self-sacrifice becomes essential and self-worth is dispensable.

In the twentieth century, which has retreated into the historical curtain, there are various ideas and ideas, most of which are people-oriented, requiring a more comprehensive and profound understanding of people, their existence and reason for existence, their worries and hopes, their destiny and dignity, Anxiety and salvation of man.What that era struggled to get rid of has become what this era advocates.What they pursue all their lives, what they spend their lives chasing after, we discard like shoes and dismiss them with disdain.

Is there anything wrong with all this?Everyone is right, the social background is different, the values ​​are different.No one is qualified to laugh at anyone, and no one needs to despise anyone.

We can choose arbitrarily, as long as it does not violate the law or our heart.

This is not 2012, this is not a movie theater, there is no need to deliberately re-interpret the Titanic like the Chinese audience a hundred years later, and there is no need to hesitate whether it is a better choice to marry Gao Fushuai...

This is the Titanic, this is life, this is life, this is freedom, this is love.

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