[Titanic] Rose is not shredded pork

Jack lit a cigarette and held it between his index and middle fingers. His posture was skillful and graceful, and his body smelled good.

When he smoked, his eyes were slightly squinted, like a student who sneaked out to try new things without telling the teacher, but the expression on his face was peaceful and happy.

She was soaked in the stars, soaked in the smoke, soaked in the half-sleeping, half-awake hallucinations.

"Hey, chick, do you want to play?" Suddenly a big fat and thick hand touched her chest, "I'm very good, I promise you will have fun..." Smelling of alcohol, it was obviously a girl running around on the deck. drunkard.

As a female man, Rose is not afraid, she knows that she will be fine, but she just feels disgusted, and at the same time she silently complains in her heart: such an old-fashioned plot, such a classic hero saving the beauty.

When the crew arrived, they found a boy wrapped his coat around the girl. The girl was pale and expressionless with fright (heavy fog), and a drunk man with five short stature was lying on his back with his feet foaming at the mouth.

Rose was even a little grateful to the drunk who hit the gunpoint—he provided her with an excellent excuse to invite Jack to a dinner in a righteous and aboveboard manner.

"Thank you very much, Jack. Would you like to dine with us tomorrow night?"

"No problem, count me in."

It was late at night, but the chill in the air did not grow stronger.

When I got back to the bedroom, I realized that Jack had forgotten to return his coat.

Back in the hall, the insincere conversation continued. Amidst the luxurious life, the smell of corruption was suffocating.

"Rose could have easily caught a wealthy husband."

"The prey has been hooked and I'm sure this dream trip will settle it all."

"I hope so, she will never trouble me again."

Rose didn't want to go back to this familiar and tired world.

She is young (although the inside of the shell is already old), and she has not passed a fifth of a century, but she feels extremely depressed, dull and hopeless here.

She felt that all the doors in the palace of life that were open to others were closed to her.

Fortunately, there is Jack.

Many years later, whenever Rose thinks of the encounter at this time, she will feel that it is God's will.

When I was young, a newborn calf was not afraid of tigers, and I always thought that it was up to people to plan things, and people would win the day; but as they grow older and experience more, people will believe in the existence of fate more and more.

Maybe there is a kind of coincidence, a kind of fate, a kind of supernatural power that pulls Jack to her side, or pushes her to him. This kind of unexplainable mysterious power can be called—— God.

It was a sunny morning in front of him, Jack held a charcoal pencil, and moved his brush like flying on the sketch paper.

For the girl's cuffs, the shadows are even more smudged...

There were people coming and going on the deck, and there was a lot of noise.

Fabrizio chatted casually with the young people he came across.

"She was built in Ireland."

"It wasn't built by the British?"

"Not 'noble' British. Built by 5000 strong little Irish workers, she's solid as a rock."

Several glossy, bright-coated dogs were led by servants to the deck for a walk.

"Hmph, the first-class dogs come to our slums to shit and pee!"

This sentence caught Jack's attention, he looked up at the smoking boy, and said, "Let us know that there are classes."

"Are we afraid we don't know?" The young man held out his hand to Jack with a cigarette in his mouth, and said inarticulately, "Tommy Lane."

"Jack Dawson."

The two shook hands vigorously.

"Do you smoke?"

"Okay, thank you. Fabry, come, borrow a fire."

At the same time, the resplendent restaurant of the first class cabin.

There are staggered toasts, and the fragrance of fat and powder.German tender beer and Russian whiskey, Italian caviar and French foie gras, premium cigars from Havana and Luzon...

Appropriate compliments, insincere exclamations, and meaningless echoes are intertwined.

Rose was wearing a simple and elegant black knee-length skirt, and she indifferently endured the amazed and admiring gazes of the men, as well as the disdainful and jealous eyes of the women.

What is Jack doing at this moment?He is probably on the deck talking about his experience of traveling north and south with joyful eyebrows and dancing hands, right?

On the deck, Jack's new friend sat next to him, asking a bit abruptly and curiously: "Can your paintings be sold for money?"

Jack was not an arrogant man, but he didn't answer.

"Hello! Jack?" Tommy waved his hand in front of him.

Jack still didn't respond, staring blankly ahead.

Tommy turned his head in confusion, and followed Jack's gaze. The setting sun was shining, and a young lady was walking slowly on the upper deck.

The girl was incomparably beautiful, astonishingly beautiful.She didn't wear a hat, and her short brass-like hair was flying around her ears. She was wearing a little black silk dress, and a white coat with black piping was casually placed on her arms, like a hunting goddess driving a carriage and carrying a silver bow , plump, elegant, glamorous.

But it is not these things that really touch Jack's nerves, but the girl's rebelliousness under her glamorous appearance, the stubborn ripples on her plump lips, her round and beautiful hands that are tightly clenched, and the tightness between her brows. Pride, confidence and determination.The whole face was indifferent and stern.With the sharp eyes of a painter, Jack could see that a repressed anger, a kind of trouble and sadness that did not belong to her young age, was rigidly engraved on her face.The girl tilted her head back slightly, and naturally puffed out her full breasts, like a swan in a cage.

None of this escaped Tommy's eyes.

"Pretty girl is right, but you ain't got a chance to get close to her. Come on, man." He smiled half mockingly half sympathetically.

Stepping on the deck with small black high heels, the girl came slowly and stretched out her hand to Jack with a smile on her face.

"We meet again, Jack."

"The weather is really good today, and your complexion is also very good."

"The latter sentence is more pleasant."

"But the British are used to talking about the weather, aren't they?" Jack took her hand and held on.

Tommy's mouth fell open completely.

"Keep drawing, Jack."

"As you order, madam."

Jack slowly let go of her hand and reopened the portfolio.

The face in his early 20s is not yet childish, and his unmodified blond hair is naturally draped over his forehead.A wide and smooth forehead, slender golden eyebrows, a pair of small but extremely bright eyes, full of innocent and sincere feelings.Childish face, attentive attitude.

He paints the scenery on the deck, but he does not know that he has become someone else's scenery, and will never fade in his dream.

Later, whenever she recalled this time, Rose could recall more details... She could clearly recall every expression and every movement of him, even if she only glanced at it at that time and didn't pay much attention to it ...She could recall more and more details, his rolled up cuffs, charcoal-stained fingers, eyebrows that sometimes furrowed and sometimes loosened...

The gold and blue in memory never fade away.

The next day, the weather was clear and sunny, a sunny and chilly April afternoon.

The red-haired girl and the blond boy chatted and walked on deck.

It's afternoon tea time, leisurely, relaxed, and refreshing. Such moments are rare in life.Although they didn't drink tea, it didn't affect their enjoyment of the moment.

There is a wooden deck under their feet, surrounded by people who are also immersed in the afternoon.Some people are taking a nap on the deck chairs, some are walking leisurely, and some—mostly British—are enjoying the fragrance of afternoon tea.

It's halfway through the sunny afternoon, one of the most moving moments of the day.The strong light on the sea has gradually disappeared and entered the low tide, the air is getting cooler and more pleasant, and the long shadows are spread on the deck, and the length of the shadows is still growing.

A kind of comfort and leisure comes slowly, which makes people feel comfortable, as if it is eternal.

The sun was elegant and bright, and Rose's golden dress and white coat just matched the current environment and atmosphere.

"Every time we meet, you will interpret a new image for me." Jack carefully looked at the simple and elegant dress on her body, "How many faces do you have, Rose?"

"A face is enough, I am not superhuman!"

The two of them laughed together.

Maybe it wasn't funny, and it wasn't funny, but she just wanted to laugh.

Jack had one hand in his pocket and the other a portfolio.Like Rose, he was not wearing a hat according to the rules.

"Such a beautiful sunshine, how can you bear to stop it caressing your cheeks?" The wind blew her short hair like a burning flame in the sun, and Rose pinned it behind her ears.

"It's not suitable for you to wear a hat, Rose." Jack held his chin and looked carefully. His brows were raised high, like seagulls spreading their wings. "Rather than wearing a straw hat on your head, it's better to hold it in your hand."

"What is this new saying?"

"Think about it, Rose, holding the ribbon on the straw hat, doesn't it look like the Hunting Goddess holding her shield?"

"Pfft... as expected of an artist, Jack! A wild imagination, a wild idea!"

They laughed together again, Jack's untouched blond hair falling across his forehead, his bushy eyebrows so handsome they almost gleamed...

Rose was tempted, and she couldn't help but approach the boy, but she had to distract a gentleman who took off his hat to her in return.

"Oh God, I'm really fed up with all this so-called 'high society' red tape and good breeding!" Rose could not help complaining to Jack as soon as the gentleman was out of their sight.

"Don't be so resentful, my eldest lady." Jack smiled lowly, "The so-called etiquette should be based on respect for others and yourself. I'm going to attend your banquet tonight. I only heard other servants talk about it in Rose Manor."

"Don't expect too much from it, Jack! The original intention of promoting communication and making new friends has been distorted into pleasure, showing off wealth, and comparison. Others despise."

"Looks like I'm going to break into the dragon's lake and tiger's den." Jack shrugged, his expression was so rich that Rose couldn't help laughing again.

"I'm going to repeat the same old tune again, Jack: I really envy you." The girl's tone contained appreciation, envy, and a trace of jealousy that she didn't know.

"How do you say that, miss?"

"How can you always be so happy, so optimistic? How can you get along with everyone with a kind heart, even if these people are stupid and despicable, and they are not worthy of respect at all? You are 15 years old in the big dye tank of society. Why are your eyes still as clear as ice? Where are the scars and traces of fatigue?"

"Society is a big dye vat, and it is also the best school, Rose. How you become dyed and how you learn depends on your heart." Jack's baby face is still childish, making it hard to believe what he has experienced All the trials and tribulations, "I have not received much education, and I even learned to draw from different people. I have repaired shoes, ironed iron, worked as a peddler, and fired boilers. I also learned to dance, play ball, and swim— —Of course, it’s not the arty style of the upper class, but the life skills learned in survival—and I play a good hand, always the winner in the casino, and of course being on the Titanic is the best Proof." He echoed Rose and laughed, "But I'm not a gambler, but a natural optimist, and sorrow and depression never knock on my door."

"Do you have a door, Jack?"

"It was discovered by you, Rose! I often trek long distances along the railway tracks, travel to and fro in the backcountry, and even spend the night under the bridge hole, and I can't touch the edge of the door at all."

"But you have turned the suffering and hardship you have experienced into a family in the world amidst the joy of talking and laughing, you have regarded suffering and hard work as fun and enjoyment, and you have turned hard work into fine wine. No wonder your eyes are as deep and wide as the sea, like the sky. Just as ethereal."

"I'm flattered, Rose, that you're more of an artist than I am."

"I'm an artist." Rose showed off a few blueprints, "It's easy for artists to understand each other."

"Wow, fashion designer!" Jack read the sketch carefully with great interest, "These novelty and beautiful dresses on you are designed by yourself, right?"

"An artist's intuition is always very keen." Rose smiled and grabbed Jack's portfolio, looking at them one by one.When she saw those sketches of human bodies, she couldn't help but feel hot on her face, and she wrinkled her nose.

"It's the twentieth century, Rose! You blush like a lady in the seventeenth century!" Jack put down the drawing at some point, sat beside Rose, and brushed his hair habitually.

"That's right, young people don't shy away from talking about sex, violence, death, and instinct." Back then, she read all the H comics without changing her face!

"Don't be so old-fashioned, Rose, there are still many things waiting for you that you have never experienced."

"for example?"

"For example... we go on a roller coaster ride? The heart and stomach almost fly out of the throat at the same time."

When she was in college in her previous life, she bought an annual pass for Happy Valley, and took her earth-colored companion to ride the roller coaster time and time again. She even dared to let go of the railing and wave her hands...

"We can go out on the docks and drink as much bad beer as we want, and it's okay to throw up once in a while."

In her previous life, she often ate barbecue with her friends and colleagues, and the burning aroma of the barbecue in the night wind hit her forehead. Drinking fresh draft beer from a beer mug...

"Then we rode horses on the beach, but like real cowboys, no sideways."

In my previous life, I went to the grassland to ride a horse. When the horse was walking, it was very bumpy, and the bumpy buttocks would bloom, but once I ran, there was no sense of bumps...

"You know me, Jack."

"Don't you also see through me?"

"It's so easy to talk to someone who understands me."

"Are you deeply grateful?"

"It is a great honor, Mr. Jack Dawson."

"My lord Lingtang probably doesn't think so. In her eyes, I'm like a pest. It's best to deport me immediately."

"I don't preconceivedly hate and look down on a person, Jack. This is a common problem of my mother's generation, and I don't want to be as stubborn and unreasonable as her. No matter who you are or what status you are, the important thing is that you are a person. What kind of person, isn't it?" She looked at Jack, who was between the boy and the young man, her green eyes flickering.

In the evening, the Titanic sailed on a golden-red sea, the rose color became lighter and lighter, and the golden color gradually deepened.The setting sun was still aggressively floating above the sea level, encroaching on the entire western sky and embracing the skyline.The white railings were gilded with a tinge of red, as if the entire ship had been repainted.Their faces are reflected in gold and orange, serene and warm.

Starting from the dark blue at the junction of the water and the sky, the color of the sky gradually warms up until it transitions to a lip-like orange.Where the sea and the sky meet seems to be a misty rainbow, and the sky seems to have been deliberately rendered with a paintbrush.The sunset paints the waves as roses trimmed with gold, and against the dark troughs, the golden scales shimmer and change like fish scales.

"Although you are an unruffled person, in your words, you are about to 'enter the dragon's pond and tiger's den'. I am sure you don't have suitable clothes?"

"If you mean the evening dress that Mr. Bucket puts on every day at six o'clock, then I have to admit, no." Jack shrugged, eyebrows raised high, and Rose was amused by his funny face.

She grabbed Jack's arm and said, "Go, let's start the 'Jack Transformation Plan'."

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