[Titanic] Rose is not shredded pork

"Is the lighting in the bedroom okay?"

"Drawing is totally not enough."

"Indeed." Rose agreed deeply, "The past few days on the ship have delayed my drawing work."

Involuntarily, she pressed Jack to the vanity mirror, and picked up the comb and scissors on the vanity table in the attitude of a butcher facing a slaughtered lamb.

"Be merciful!" Jack grimaced.

When she trimmed Jack's hair, she had enough time and close enough to see this masterpiece of God.

His blond hair was thick and flowing, forming a peach-blossom tip on his forehead, which accentuated his square-cheeked, pointed-jawed face.The center of the eyebrows is very low, and a pair of long thick eyebrows are like seabirds flying high, twisting into two handsome auras.The lines on his brows are like medals, showing the hardships and vicissitudes he has experienced.Beneath thick golden brows are a pair of sincere blue eyes.His nose is a bit short, but paired with those pink lips, neat white teeth, and a pair of rippling dimples...it is so harmonious and lovely.

A tall maid wearing a white hat, a gray skirt, and a white apron passed by. She hid her curiosity and curtsied to Jack with her tower-like body.

"This is my personal maid, Angelina." Rose lowered her voice, and waved her hand to the maid who looked like a collapsed iron tower, gesturing for her to leave, "In addition to cleaning my jewelry, serving me to comb my hair and change clothes, I do everything else. won't do it."

Jack showed an amused look: "This is also called... the refinement of social division of labor? I admit that the society we live in is not an ideal society."

"What would a truly ideal society look like?"

"At least allow us to have dreams, allow us to be different from others, allow us to freely make choices and bear the consequences of choices, and allow everyone to pursue self-development, realization and happiness."

Rose suddenly remembered many things.

She thought of Anne, the former maid.Others envied her being a errand in the manor, she was moist and decent, but Anne resigned without saying a word and went to London.

She once hugged the hostess and cried, saying that she never wanted to live this kind of life without a trace of waves, and she didn't want to wipe the spotless lacquer and silverware every day... She wanted to do something really, she wanted to serve Miss Noble Lady, she has other uses.

Yes, even in the eyes of many modern people, the rice insect life of noble ladies is very glamorous and beautiful, no need to struggle, no need to worry, no worries about food and clothing... what else is there to be dissatisfied with?

The question is, what is the difference between such a life and a pig in a slaughterhouse?

People have to do something.

Maslow's hierarchy of needs theory says that after food and clothing are achieved, people have higher pursuits.Safety, socialization, and self-actualization.

The life of aristocrats has bright spots and shadows.The question is, do you really want the splendor and glory of the aristocratic life?And the shadow behind the brilliance, can you really bear it?

The upstarts cut their heads and climbed up, while the carefree ladies wanted to escape.

Qian Zhongshu said that marriage is a besieged city, people outside the city want to rush in, and people inside the city want to rush out.Which circle is not established?The same goes for high society.

Whether to come out or go in, it's all up to you to choose, don't regret it after making a choice, and others have no right to interfere with my decision.

This is a country that claims to be free. I owe nothing to anyone, and I have no responsibilities. I just want to be a real person again.

is it hard?Difficult to say, easy to say...it's really too easy.

If I put away all of this... royal discontent, aristocrat's puzzlement, gossip and gossip... jeers and gossip from ladies and gentlemen... God, I don't give a damn!All of this doesn't belong to me, it doesn't belong to a female man from the 21st century.

His father's earldom and ancestral estate had been inherited by his cousin.Just let them continue the glory of the nobility, thank God, I am finally relieved.

I can finally be myself.

"Would you like a glass of Bordeaux for 'gentlemen'?"

"Bordeaux or Sahara, wine or brandy, they all taste the same to me." Jack drank it all in one gulp.

"But... brandy is also wine... Puff hahaha..." Rose was so out of breath laughing that she had to put down the scissors, but her laughter was just cheerful, without any mockery or malice, " Even if I give you a cup of vinegar, can you drink it without frowning or blinking?"

"As long as it is given by you, even if it is mud or poison, why don't I enjoy it?" He pursed his lips, "Hey, this wine tastes really good, no wonder it is popular with the upper class."

"...You're too unresponsive, too cute, hahaha..." Rose continued to beat her chest and stamp her feet, laughing endlessly.

Enough laughing, Rose continued trimming and trimming the golden head.

The blond hair fell to the floor, and the messy hair gradually took shape...Jack's haircut was completed in a trance.

She wanted to shave Jack, but found that the young smooth face, almost like the skin of a peach, was covered with a layer of fine soft light-colored down, and it didn't need a knife at all.

Hairless animals are the most annoying!

Especially when the hairless animal swears and confides that it wants to grow a beard and look more mature.

She angrily wiped off the broken hair on Jack's neck, accidentally touched his collarbone, and salivated at the beautiful shape of the collarbone.Rose subconsciously touched the lower part of her neck, but sadly found that she could only touch the smooth skin, and the shape of the collarbone was tightly wrapped by fat.

She bit her lip and stuffed the shirt, vest, coat and trousers into his arms involuntarily, and said in a cool and domineering order: "This is Mrs. Brown's son's clothes. He is about the same size as you."

"Yes, my queen."

Jack went to change, and Rose's cheeks were slightly hot.

"Is that satisfying to you, Rose?"

"Wow! It's so bright!" Rose jumped over excitedly, "But some changes are still needed in the details."

"... Be careful!" Jack grabbed Rose's waist, "How can you trip on flat ground? I remember that Miss Rose is a good athlete!"

"Hmph." Rose took off his coat with a straight face, spread it on the table, took out the sewing kit, and picked up the scissors again.

She modified the coat in silence, comparing it to Jack from time to time.Every time she looked up, she found Jack staring at her motionless.

His eyes are still smiling, full of admiration, love and longing.

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☆、Fated dinner party