[Titanic] Rose is not shredded pork

When the lights on the Titanic were turned on, the huge hull that was originally one piece became transparent.The colorful lights decorate this behemoth colorfully and colorfully.Looking from a distance, each window is like a shining pearl, decorated with a sea of ​​splendor and light.At this time, the sea shows another kind of charm.This scenery is like the changeable floating clouds in summer, which instantly changes from the thin and thin momentum in the daytime to the graceful beauty and gentleness.

There is still a ray of sunset glow in the distant sky, reflecting the thick smoke from the Titanic, misty and hazy.Numerous lights projected from countless windows, like mirages floating on the sea.

The hall was already filled with guests who greeted and greeted each other.

Everyone's backs are straight, and they either hold fans in their hands, or place them neatly, or hold the arms of the opposite sex.

Above the head, the white frosted glass is trimmed with curved black edges, forming a circular dome, and a large chandelier hangs in the center, like an upside-down champagne tower.The surrounding walls are stained glass and murals, and the circular platform is like boxes in a large movie theater. There is a painting on each curved wall, such as metal birds, flowers and trees, beaded gold embroidered sea plants, monster snakes and mosquito scales. , half-man, half-fish Poseidon or constellations, gods and half-god heroes in ancient Greek mythology, the ancient legend of Christ...

Light from different angles is reflected by the circular bevel, enhancing the effect, intensity and power of the light.The sheen of glass, metal and paint playfully chases and grotesquely plays.

Rose saw Jack standing by the banister of the stairs.

He had seen all aspects of high society in Rose Manor and had received basic training. At this moment, Jack didn't feel nervous or uncomfortable at all. He appeared here just in time like a knight.

His movements may not be as elegant as those of nobles (of course, those people have been trained for decades!), but his bright and sincere smile is more warm and friendly than anyone else.A white collared shirt was paired with a tailored black evening dress.A white tie.Blonde hair combed back neatly.Clear eyes as blue as the sea and sky.

A surge of pride surged in her heart, and she almost wanted to say to everyone: Look, that's my Jack, there he is!

With a tacit understanding, Jack looked to the top of the stairs.

On such a grand and formal occasion, Rose was wearing a crimson silk shirt with a men's bow tie of the same color at the neckline, as if burning in the water.Her lips had been carefully painted to match the color of the blouse, like red roses in bud.An irregularly short black skirt rippled above the knees, and two plump, smooth, elastic legs were shining white.She didn't even wear gloves, allowing a pair of silky, thick, soft satin and petal-like hands to be completely exposed to everyone's sight like calves.

Jack stepped up the steps slowly and briskly, holding up one of Rose's hands, like carefully holding a newborn white dove or a newborn lily.His lips fell on her hand, staying for a few seconds longer than protocol would allow.He noticed that at the junction of the fingers and the palm, the fleshy dimples were distributed rhythmically.

What Rose felt was a hand that was neither big nor thick.Compared with men who have been engaged in manual work for a long time, this hand is not big or strong enough; compared with gentlemen of high society, it is not considered fit and slender.

This hand, like its owner, has been through many vicissitudes, but it is warm, dry, clean and comfortable.

The band played very professionally, and you can hear beautiful music when you relax, but not when you concentrate on chatting.

At this moment, all the sounds in her ears disappeared, and she could only hear Jack whispering: "You are so beautiful."

"And you too, Mr. Jack Dawson, as bright as a coin fresh from the factory."

Jack smiled at her and held out his arm for her to take.

For a moment, her mouth was parched, her head was dizzy, and her steps were light. Newton's laws that restrained all things were ineffective.

"That is the Countess of Lucy, and this is John Jacob Astor, the richest man on board."

"How many zeros are there on his account?"

"Ten million..." Rose wrestled her fingers and thought hard, and glared at Jack, "Damn it, I'm bad at math!"

"It's okay, Rose, it's just a few zeros anyway."

"Hmph." There was a smile on the corner of her mouth, "His pregnant little wife, Madeleine, is the same age as me. See, she is trying to hide it."

"This is really a bad habit." Jack shook his head. "Mother is the greatest existence in this world. Being a mother should be the most proud and joyful thing. Why try to hide it?"

"Some people don't think so." She thought of her mother, the selfish and prejudiced Ruph, "Sir Cosmos and Lady Lucier, who designed sexy lingerie, and of course other talents, so big that everyone Favored by the royal family."

"I think you are capable enough to take her job."

"Oh, I'm not that unkind, Jack! There's Mr. Guggenheim and his mistress over there, and Mrs. Guggenheim is at home looking after the children, of course."

"Is it so difficult to love someone loyally?"

Rose froze.

"I don't know." She replied in a low voice, "I never fell in love with anyone before, so I can't answer you."

"I don't know if I have the luck to get you the answer?"

"Well..." Rose raised her chin suddenly, and said presumptuously and arrogantly, "It depends on my mood."

The attributes of a female man seem to be getting farther and farther away from her...

Whether it is a strong woman or a man, when they fall in love with someone, the tenderness hidden in their hearts will be aroused.

She took his arm and walked across the hall, through the dukes, earls, baron, viscount, duchess, baroness, baroness, viscountess, and countess...to sit together.

Men in suits and leather shoes with stiff collars, ladies holding folding fans, radiant and surrounded by pearls and diamonds, and round tables piled high with red and white flowers covered with clean white tablecloths, flower-shaped lamps in white, and crystal cups dazzlingly bright... Rose was used to everything, tired of seeing it, and tired of watching it, but with Jack by her side, it seemed less unbearable.

West respects the right, and men and women sit alternately. Jack sits at the bottom seat on the left side of the long table, separated from Rose by Molly Brown.

In front of them are three goblets for aperitif wine, mid-dinner wine and after-dinner wine. Directly opposite is an exquisite porcelain plate with three forks on the left and two different types of knives, large spoons, A small fork, and a small spoon.

Appetizer soup, cold cuts, main course, dessert bread...Jack underwent Rose's short-term intensive training without any mistakes.

Jack is dressed in a suit and leather shoes, and even Karl is more polite to him, but Queen Rufu still does not change her nature.

"Tell us about the third-class cabin, Mr. Dawson, I heard it's pretty good." Rufu's voice was always soft and mean, her trimmed thin and curved eyebrows were raised high, and her face looked like she was watching a show.

Although Rufu was her mother, Rose was disgusted.Those eyebrows as thin as a line, sunken mean eyes, grinning mouth, dangling earrings...all aroused her psychological and physical disgust.

Jack froze for a moment, his blue eyes were still smiling, his eyebrows were curved into a nice shape, and the corners of his mouth were raised so that a dimple appeared on his cheek: "Pretty good, ma'am, there are almost no mice."

Everyone laughed.Within the scope allowed by etiquette, it can already be regarded as "loud laughter".

"Jack is a fine, developing painter," Rose interjected. "We can agree on quite a bit about art."

"Everyone has different opinions on art, and Mr. Dawson must be very accomplished in art." Carl actually said this sentence.

Rose rolled her eyes, and immediately understood that Carl was complimenting herself on the sidelines.She was in a good mood, and she didn't hesitate to give her suitor a smile.

Carl was overjoyed.

Rose picked up the knife and whispered to Jack: "Look, these nobles think they are superior, so they have to show their nobility anytime and anywhere. So they set a set of behavior rules and named it 'etiquette' and 'nobility', to separate oneself from others."

"Especially poor people like us." Jack used the knife and fork with ease.

"Andrew knows the whole ship like the back of his hand..." The Titanic was what the people on board were most keen to talk about, and someone brought up this topic again.

"Mr. Andrew, the boat you built is amazing..." Rose said with a smile.

"Thank you, Rose."

"I also need to thank you." Let me meet Jack again on your Titanic, "But Mr. Andrew, it seems that the lifeboat can't accommodate all the passengers, is it?"

"You're so perceptive, Rose, you really can't. Because the number of lifeboats on board has always been calculated according to the tonnage of the draft, the White Star Company actually increased the number of lifeboats more than usual, and complained that the passengers didn't notice this special feature. Security measures!"

"Although the Titanic is an unsinkable ship, I don't think it is too prudent to be too cautious on the issue of safety. After all, there are 2208 crew members and passengers on board. If an accident occurs, it is a loss that none of us can afford. What's more There are a lot of ice floes this season, and it is said that the watchmen have lost their telescopes...Of course, I definitely don’t want to spoil the fun, I’m just worried.”

"You're very thoughtful, Rose. Don't worry, I've built you a very strong boat, and Captain Smith will take care of it, won't you, Captain?"

"Yes, we need to balance speed and safety."

Rufu still did not give up her attack on Jack. She decided to make Jack a fool in public today, drive him out of the upper class completely, and never give him a chance to mix in it again.

"Where do you live now, Mr. Dawson?"

Rose was too lazy to remind her mother of her faux pas.

"The current address is the Royal Cruise Line Titanic. Where to live in the future depends on God's arrangement." Jack still has a calm and lovely smile as always, and a gentle, clear and pleasant voice.

Jack's appearance is fresh, handsome, with a bit of childlike delicacy and childishness. His expression is cheerful, radiant, and radiant, and his beautiful blue eyes are full of vitality.This is a kind of carefree tempered by time and cultivated by years, which makes everyone who sees him unconsciously smile knowingly.His words diluted the usual greetings and hypocritical flattery, making the atmosphere much more relaxed.

His unassuming and witty humor won the appreciation of some people, and also made some people feel offended and angry.The former is like Molly, and the latter is like Rufu.

"Mr. Dawson used to work in the Rose Manor where we lived. He seemed to be a woodskeeper. He was very conscientious." Seeing her making troubles easily resolved by Jack, Rufu was very annoyed-there is always such a kind of person in the world. People, if they can't hurt others, they will think they have been hurt-she concentrates the fire mercilessly, and storms towards Jack's past.

"Because of such a precious experience, I can now face a group of heaven's favored people at a banquet without losing my manners, and I won't overturn the plate in a hurry, or cut steak with a butter knife." His Frankness and humor make Rufu's face very ugly.

Rose quickly interjected: "Before Rose Manor, Jack had a very interesting and legendary experience. Let me tell you about it." She deliberately changed the subject and helped Jack out of trouble.

In fact, she was helping her mother.Going on, Rufu's vitriol will only become more and more disgusting under the sharp contrast.

Casting a grateful look to the girl, Jack talked eloquently: "My parents died when I was 15 years old. I had no brothers and sisters in my hometown. I had no relatives or reasons. I have been wandering around since then. You can call me a tumbleweed. I have no roots and no roots." Kee and no entanglement. I left home and never went back...I worked on the fishing boats in Monterey, then I went to Los Angeles and got portraits on the docks for ten cents. And then I went In Paris, I was engaged in almost the same job as that in Los Angeles. Later, by chance, I went to the other side of the English Channel and found a job in Mrs. Bucket’s house. In a tavern in Puton, I accidentally won this lucky third-class ticket with almost no rats." He glanced at Rose and emphasized his tone, "It's a coincidence, but it's extremely lucky."

All the people at the banquet were listening to his story. He knew that he was a mystery to them, a fresh and curious alien visitor, and he was willing to let these people who were wrapped in layers of shells share their lives with him. The freedom and the joy of being at ease.

Molly was sitting next to Jack, and she instructed in a low voice: "You've used the wrong table knife, and before no one notices, replace it with the one on the right."

"Thank you, ma'am, I really shouldn't have done this." Jack lowered his head and smiled. "I have been asking myself since I was a child, what should be done and what should not be done. I have always wanted to figure out what not to do."

"To do these things?" Rose interrupted.

"The reason is to have a choice." Jack spread his hands in a funny way, "I try to think about the world and judge things. Even if I make a wrong judgment, I am more proud than not judging and following the crowd."

"Well said!" Rose gave him a thumbs up, "I also don't want to be one of the caterpillars in a circle. When I was convinced, I couldn't help being vigilant—because I couldn't tell whether it was because it was right or because there were so many people." She took a deep breath, revealing the secrets deep in her soul little by little. On the seas of the North Atlantic, "I also want to choose my own destiny and know everything about life, not just what other people think I can know and do."

"Make your own choices and cherish every day at the same time." Jack raised his glass.

"Make your own choice and cherish every day!" She finally picked up the wine glass.

The champagne rippling in the glass is golden yellow, just like Jack's blond hair.

The author has something to say: For controversial characters such as Rose, Jack, and Carl, whether you like them or hate them, there is no need to argue, because people's inherent prejudices will only be strengthened in disputes rather than changed.Xiaofeng suggested that everyone should watch the Titanic movie, and they will definitely have different experiences.

PS, please sprinkle flowers!

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