[Titanic] Rose is not shredded pork

"Make tea, Angelia." The door opened, and Rose saw Rufu's long, thin face, and the makeup couldn't even fill in the growing lines. Her eyebrows were still so thin, so curved, and so far away from the eyes. The years are long gone, but the consistent sense of majesty and desire for control still cannot be erased.

Rose could fully imagine Queen Rufu's words. She didn't want to see this unreasonable and stubborn mother, and she didn't want the good mood last night to be completely ruined.

"Where's your tights, Rose?"

"Sorry, Mom, I haven't worn tights since last year." Rose yawned.

"Presumptuous!" Although Rufu didn't lose her composure, her black gemstone earrings kept swinging, her sunken cheeks flushed, her light blue glass ball-like eyes protruded, and her nose, which was exactly the same as Rose's, wrinkled.

"This kind of thing, you don't care about it now." Luo didn't hesitate at all, and changed into her jacket and pants carelessly, her every move was clear, slow and blatant.

"Don't think that if I pamper you recently, you can do nonsense! When you go to Philadelphia, you won't be allowed to make such nonsense and make people laugh!" Rufu didn't have a beard, otherwise, Rose would definitely describe her as "blowing beard and staring".

"Have you finished? Is there anything else you want to say? Your good daughter is all ears." Rose smiled brightly, but this smile was full of indescribable irony and provocation.

Rufu suppressed his anger and said seriously: "You are not allowed to see him again, do you understand, Rose? Rose! I forbid you to see him again!"

"Are you talking about Mr. Hockley? Just follow my orders." She patted Rufu's back with a smile, "You are so angry, be careful of nosebleeds."

"Stop messing around!" Rufu raised his voice and said harshly, "Stop messing around, we are in a very difficult situation."

"Difficult?" Rose changed her clothes, brushed her hair hastily, she turned around, and also sternly counterattacked, "When did I miss your skirt, hat, shoes and jewelry? I let you wear it Have you run out of food? Have you been reduced to being a clerk or a laundromat like other fallen nobles? You don’t dress up as usual, drive in a car, visit friends, and cry about your "misery" with snot and tears Situation? We just moved out of Rose Manor, is this what you mean by 'difficult situation'?"

"You know we're out of money now..." Seeing that she couldn't hold back her daughter, Rufu changed her strategy, her voice softened, and she turned around to wipe her eyes with a handkerchief.

The light in the room was very dim, with dark red curtains, brown walls and furniture... Rose couldn't even see if Rufu's throat was trembling.

"You've been busy having fun for the past few years, and you didn't pay attention to the family's accounts at all." Seeing that Rufu softened, Rose accepted it, "In the past few years, the family has been unable to make ends meet. With all due respect, you and Dad They seem to have no business skills, so they owe a lot of debts. Now it’s all right. Although the Rose Manor is gone, our debts have also been inherited by cousin James. With my income, our economic situation is not much worse than before. Year difference. Can this answer soothe your worried heart?"

"But only by marrying Karl can we regain our foothold in high society. I can't watch you mix with a poor boy and let your friends gossip!"

Rose laughed, and suddenly her face sank and she raised her voice, "I finally understand, Mom. From your point of view, your daughter is always your tool, a shiny tool to help you achieve your goals. You Never cared about my thoughts, my needs, my mood. You imposed your selfish desires on me, and under the banner of being good for me, for 11 years! Why did you make me give up my lifelong happiness, Just to maintain the 'reputation' that didn't exist long ago? Why do you throw the bad results you caused and make me pay? Why do you make your own decisions and decide my fate? Just rely on your experienced people? Let me tell you, I am too Come here! It’s already the twentieth century, and I’m the source of income and financial support for my family, so you are not qualified to dictate my choice!”

It has been 12 years, from the age of five to 17, 12 years of oppression, and at this moment, I finally let out a bad breath.

Rufu was stunned. She was so overwhelmed by Rose's long speech that she couldn't lift her head, as if she had swallowed a fly.In her impression, although the relationship between her daughter and herself was not harmonious, she had never spoken so mercilessly.

After reacting for a long time, Rufu murmured blankly: "Rose..." Her voice turned into panic, "Rose! Rose!"

Where is the shadow of the redhead in the house?

Rose strolled into the hall, and she vaguely heard the chatter of several noble ladies, still in a low, deliberately controlled soft voice, like a buzzing bee.

"I heard Karl proposed yesterday!"

"Really? Who is that lucky girl?"

"Need to say? Of course it's that young girl who is as gorgeous as a rose, and as cold and arrogant as a rose thorn. She is talented and educated, so she is naturally favored by men."

"Rose refuses such a rich son-in-law? My God! What's wrong with her nerves?"

"Rose is a smart girl, and I think it's just her playing hard to get!"

Everyone made a sudden "oh" sound.

Soon, their topic shifted to other aspects.

It's nothing more than flattering each other, testing each other, insincere words, insincere words, ambiguity, and boring.

So-and-so's affair, so-and-so's sex scandal, so-and-so's boots pinched, so-and-so's vest is too small, so-and-so is afraid of his wife, how many so-and-so's lovers...these are insignificant but are talked about by wives "Secret", she already knew too much.

Noble ladies quarrel with each other about everything, with their husbands, with their friends, with other ladies and wives.For lovers, jewels, clothes, children, vanity, household expenses, and power, he plays like a spider in a bottle, wishing that you swallowed me and I swallowed you.

Everyone is intriguing, everyone is chasing rumors and talking, everyone is hating and taking advantage of each other, and there is nothing but naked money between everyone.

As Rose got to know this society more and more deeply, she wanted to escape more and more.She is unwilling to play tricks, to struggle with envy, slander, vulgarity, and gossip.

She is used to the intrigue being concentrated and magnified, and for the only cake, she would not hesitate to fight with the hairless four-legged kind.

Why bother?We are all long-distance travelers, towards the same destination, towards the same home.

She doesn't want to be in the company of people who are insensitive, pea-eyed, and vulgar and contemptible, and follow what others say, and follow the trend.

The servants who came and went looked respectful and proud. They walked with well-trained steps that had been measured with a ruler, and even the degree of bending was so standard.The high-end custom-made dresses and dresses are so luxurious, the flowers placed in the middle of the table are so delicate and dewy, the fragrance of makeup and powder, and the cups and cups are intertwined, it seems that everyone is immersed in it...

This golden picture, which unexpectedly exudes a corrupt and dull atmosphere, blends with the indescribably gloomy sky, interweaves with Rufu's high cheekbones and thin lips, and men's longing and fascination. Their eyes reflect each other... Everything seems to symbolize a depressed world.

Before the world collapses and you are trapped, you must escape.

Rose's hands were tightly twisted together.

She saw a skinny little girl with freckles, five or six years old, but wearing a flat hat and a gorgeous skirt, as if she had just come into this world.

Tired of sitting, the little girl leaned back on the chair.Her mother pulled her up and looked around vigilantly, for fear that anyone would notice her daughter's indecent behavior.

Aggrieved, the little girl straightened her back, pretended to pick up the napkin and spread it on her lap, raised her orchid finger, and bent her wrist stiff and clumsy.

Why do girls flock to social occasions?Why go to the afternoon tea party in groups?Why dance till dawn for months on end?Why study singing, piano, and embroidery tirelessly?It's all about finding a wealthy son-in-law and getting married.

She saw the gentlemen smoking Cuban cigars, drinking high-end brandy, gambling a lot of money, dictating everything, as if they were omnipotent, as if they were the masters of the universe.They fancied themselves noble, and thought that a man who smoked cheap cigarettes and drank bad beer in a tavern and gambled his whole fortune was synonymous with vulgarity and uneducated.

In fact, their suits and leather shoes are all fishing for oil and water in the slop bucket. As long as they wash their hands afterward, they can be called moral models.

These nobles love boxing, hunting, horse racing, and smoking cigars.Carl Hockley is not proficient in any of these superb and profound knowledge.

Karl possesses a high degree of skill, enough to teach diplomats a lesson.Karl has a huge wealth, indeed rich as an enemy.

But how can it be?

Even if he loves me passionately, wants to be a good husband, and wants to make me happy, so what?I don't see any difference between a million dollars a year and a hundred pounds a year.

Marriage is being with one person for 40, 50 or even more years.For the rest of the day, I need to go hand in hand with that person.

Money, I have enough.My name, do I still care about the eyes of unrelated people?

You must never marry a partner who is not compatible for the sake of icing on the cake and admiring vanity.

After all, we will be with each other for the rest of our lives!

Her whole body was numb, and she couldn't feel her own existence. She only felt that her blood was beating, and the deafening sound was stirring in her cranial cavity.All the memories in her mind burst out at this moment, like fireworks blooming.She saw the dense forest by the sea, her father, groups of hunting dogs, and that piece of burning roses...

She can't inherit the family property and title - she doesn't need to be responsible for the so-called glory.

The law has never stipulated that parents must be supported—there is no need to be responsible for the so-called family relationship.

As long as she often sends money to Rufu and visits her once in a while—Rufu probably doesn’t want to recognize this daughter—it’s already done her best.

go away, go away.

Since I don't want to follow the trend, since I still yearn for the unreachable freedom.

leave.

Rose walked slowly to the deck.

jack.

She knew Jack must be there, sure.

jack.

She finally sees Jack.

The brilliant and smooth blond hair is extremely dazzling, looking at him, the whole world is free of haze.

The emotion of this moment is like a gap in the dark clouds of the storm, and a ray of sunshine is revealed from it.

A lover is not like a bus, which runs every 10 minutes.

She can't miss Jack.

We are not passers-by on the train, we must be partners for a lifetime.

Although the road of life is long, there are often only a few steps at the critical point.Come over, another world will open.

She walks over to Jack.

One step, two steps...

Her orange top blends into the sunset glow of the deck, pale pink, bright pink, orange yellow, and apricot red, smearing distinct bands on the skyline.

Rose leaned on Jack's shoulder exhaustedly, clutching his hand with the last bit of strength, unable to speak a word.

"I can live as I like, and people all over the world can't stop me." After a long time, she trembled and gasped for words, as if she had traveled a long distance.

"No, Rose, don't have persecution paranoia. The world doesn't want to stop you. You are free. Responsibilities and rights come with each other and complement each other. Since you have no right to inherit the family property, why are you forced to bear it?" What about responsibilities?" Jack paused, "Although we are brought up by our parents, we are not their appendages. Their opinions and suggestions need to be listened to, but we are independent individuals, and our parents have no right to decide our lives."

The door in front of him suddenly opened.

Life is indeed a palace of treasures, and more than one door and window.There has always been a door in front of her, but she never pushed it open.

"Don't worry about those irrelevant, fly-like gossip, just like a group of chattering blind people speculating on the moonlight through the clouds, they won't really affect you at all." Jack's words were so low and gentle, with soothing and Encouragement, "Think about it, Rose, how can a fine horse stop running because of the harassment of flies?"

In fact, she already understood that life doesn't have to be boring and meaningless, it doesn't have to be shackled by manors, mansions, fine clothes and jewelry, there are so many places to go, so many good things to experience: endure suffering, travel and work , going through hardships and dangers, enjoying happiness...even more than that, there is more, much more.

Life, life may be a series of trials and tribulations, and it may not be any fun in itself, but love will warm the cruelty of reality, dispel despair, and brighten your life for a long time.

Rose and Jack stood at the bow of the boat. Looking at the boundless and calm sea, she took a deep breath and let it out slowly.

The dirt in the lungs for more than ten years has been completely discharged.

She found herself laughing happily, heartily, with Jack.

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