[Titanic] Rose is not shredded pork

Jack bowed deeply and extended an invitation to everyone:

"Want to come to the third-class dance party?"

Some declined, some were surprised, some were hesitant, only Rose took Jack's arm gracefully, turning a blind eye to Rufu's wide open mouth, flushed face and annoyed eyes, and rushed to Carl. The astonished, jealous, and unpredictable face cast a sweet smile, and walked briskly towards the third-class cabin.

She felt an indescribable joy of rebellion, and the joy of victory.There was even a trace of inexplicable shyness mixed into these mixed emotions, and she felt her cheeks burn, so she tightened her arms.

"You are like a creeping plant that hangs the tree upon which it leans."

"Nonsense, I'm obviously a towering tree that can shelter the wind and rain." Rose laughed, and shook her head pretending to be handsome, but her arms were tightened even more.

"Silly girl."

His smile is full of pampering and indulgence.

The footsteps of the two stepped on the stairs, becoming the same rhythm.

In the third-class cabin of the Titanic, the passengers composed of ordinary people are also having a party and carnival. This is their dance.

Several young workers with the appearance of workers were beating tambourines and swaying their bodies cheerfully to the rhythm of the music. Everyone was so passionate.Behind them came two bagpipers, and the melodious sound of Irish bagpipes filled the hall.And the clear, sonorous sound of Scottish bagpipes.

It is far from the grandeur and openness of the first-class banquet hall, let alone the decoration of carved beams and paintings or the embellishment of artworks.Once inside, it's like falling into another time and space.Crowded with people, no one entertains and compliments anyone, and no one whispers.Everyone let go of their throats, waving their limbs and stretching their limbs heartily.There is no one who is sure to laugh at anyone here, and no one needs to introduce their family background, name or title.A smell mixed with inferior tobacco permeated the whole room, and anyone who came here was infected by the air of revelry and leisure.

What a familiar feeling.

For a moment, Rose felt that all the feminine cells of her previous life had been turned on, but she looked more charming, tender, bright and radiant.

"Did you come to test the charm of beauty in third class?" Jack whispered in her ear. "You see, men's blood is on fire because of you."

"is it?"

"They will all be fascinated by you, otherwise they don't deserve to exist on this earth."

Everyone was smoking, drinking, laughing, talking loudly, with enthusiasm and without restraint.

Rose doesn't hate cigarettes - in this society, smoking is a norm for both men and women - not to mention that the goddess she has worked with for a long time, Coco Chanel, is an out-and-out old smoker.Rose is not addicted to cigarettes, but she occasionally smokes a cigarette or two to refresh herself when she stays up late cutting fabrics and designing drawings.

Jack was smoking a cigarette and Rose had one in her mouth.He was slightly taken aback, and took out the matchbox to light her cigarette.

Rose suddenly remembered the scene in "Fortress Besieged" where Miss Bao borrowed cigarettes to kiss Fang Hongjian, and she immediately smiled like a squinting fox.She held Jack's face to meet him, put the cigarette butt on the cigarette he was biting, and when her cigarette was lit, the girl exhaled a puff of cigarette with a red face, and snickered as if taking advantage of it, making such a bold move for herself. , Unruly female man behavior and complacent.

Jack took out the flat cigarette butt in his mouth, and whispered in her ear: "You don't smile like a lady at all, but you are exactly the same as the fox who stole the chicken and the cat who stole the fish."

Jack's blue eyes were shining brightly, and her most hidden thoughts were illuminated sharply, and there was nothing to hide under those blue eyes.

People in the carnival are unrestrained and carefree. Even after disembarking, they will continue to face poor life and hard work.Titanic has brought them together, and they will happily spend every minute on the most envied ship in the world.

"Treasure every day is the credo of life shared by everyone in the third class. It is precisely because life itself is full of difficulties that we must discover and cherish every happy moment." Jack shouted.

Everyone knows Jack, and everyone likes Jack.Jack is full of enthusiasm and smiles, whether it is a country woman wrapped in a scarf, a handyman with disheveled hair, a slender girl, a rough tall man, anyone who speaks English, Spanish, Swedish... Like him so much.

The optimism in his character is different from Rose's contentment. Rose responds negatively, muddles along, self-hypnotizes and comforts herself, while Jack is truly carefree and positive.

Sure enough, in Two-dimensional, facial paralysis, black belly and domineering are welcomed by countless girls, but after returning to the three-dimensional, they still have to choose Jack...

He suddenly jumped onto the stage with his hands in his pockets. The fast rhythm, complicated dance steps, and the loud and crisp sound of heels, clicked, knocked on Rose's heart.

"Tap dancing? I can do it too!" Rose threw away her high heels and jumped up, not to be outdone.Her bare, white, sockless feet tapped the floor, bewitching.

All kinds of sounds are intertwined.Someone fell down beside her and got up as if nothing happened; someone broke a glass, and everyone just laughed; people laughed, hugged, and played games, without ridicule or disdain, and some were just sincere and unadulterated joy.

She was led by Jack and swayed freely to the beat.Her short hair was disheveled, and various colors of liquor were splashed on her shirt and skirt, but she didn't care, didn't care at all.She wants to dance, dance, dance, and she doesn't care if she dances until dawn, until her legs break.

All the passengers form a big circle hand in hand, and then exchange positions and dance partners.The sound of music fills the whole hall, the men's faces are dripping with sweat, and the women's dresses are glued to their bodies, but no one will laugh at whether your dancing posture is clumsy or graceful, and no one will pick whether your dancing partner is glamorous or mediocre No wonder.Everyone was joking with each other, burst into deafening laughter from time to time, and danced rhythmically with their feet, following the music of tambourines, bagpipes, guitars and accordions.

Without the external packaging, we are all naked and evolved from monkeys, and no one is more noble than the other.

As Jack said, the so-called etiquette is nothing but a means of expressing respect for others and for oneself so as to communicate in a way that both parties can comfortably accept.But if etiquette has been alienated into dogma, restricting the real exchange of ideas, then under the seemingly elegant and gorgeous appearance, there is only paleness and emptiness...

Then, it is better to leave!

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☆、Failed marriage proposal