[Titanic] Rose is not shredded pork

When Rose rented the store and hired staff to let go of it, she suddenly fell ill.

Jack took care of his sick lover and was in charge of the business of the store, so he was completely overwhelmed.

After recovering from her illness, her appearance completely changed.

Once, Rose's skin was like the most flawless porcelain, fair but lacking luster and blood color, forming an unforgettable contrast with her bright and full lip color, but now her skin has become translucent nephrite, soft epidermis A glimmer of light lurks beneath.She was thinner, a lot thinner, and her full, round chin protruded and became sharper.Arms, waist, buttocks, thighs... In short, all the places that were once tightly wrapped by fat have changed their appearance.

Gone is the plumpness of a Greek goddess, replaced by fashionable shapeliness and slenderness.Rose looked at the girl with big eyes, pointed chin, and protruding collarbone in the mirror, almost thinking that she had traveled back to her home planet.

The sense of alienation and isolation in those green eyes was no longer visible, replaced by a calmness of joy and peace.She's finally really participating in life, and she's more charming than ever.

This kind of charm is no longer the youthful urgency of a 17-year-old girl, but the indescribable but kind and gentle smile revealed after the vicissitudes of life.Under the polishing of time, years and experience, all the glitz has peeled off layer by layer, leaving a calm indifference.

Rose often dreams of the Titanic, dreaming of this dream ship with regret and relief.

Meng honestly and clearly declared the contradictions in her heart.

God, please forgive me. Even though I knew the Titanic would sink, I still failed to prevent the tragedy from happening. So many innocent people lost their lives, so many families were destroyed and their wives were separated.

But, Titanic, I thank you for sinking.Your sinking has fulfilled us, and also made this hot, quick success, and arrogant era begin to reflect.Although this kind of fulfillment is too tragic, this kind of reflection is too cruel.

Soon, she and Jack had a home.Although they were too busy to arrange the wedding, the two lived together voluntarily.

The United States is a relatively free country. The people of this country are much more tolerant than one of their ancestors, the staid and stubborn British. Therefore, although Rose is a noble lady who elopes with a poor painter, she hardly encounters unbearable criticism and blame. On the contrary, her brave behavior even won a lot of envy and applause.

With her background in the upper class, stunning beauty, captivating charm and ingenious designs, Rose's business is gradually on the right track.

She felt more and more like Coco Chanel—domineering, stubborn, never listening to clients—and she felt like a whip-wielding queen.

Say Jack again.

Jack, like all American youths at that time, had the dream of getting rich and was willing to make all efforts for it.

Rose is often amazed how Jack finds time to paint when he has to take care of himself when he is sick, is busy with the business of the store, and takes care of the two's nest.

Three months after the world-renowned shipwreck and messages of condolence from different countries, Philadelphia's celebrities held an art exhibition.

One of the most striking is a Titanic survivor's unique interpretation of that "dream voyage", or "nightmare voyage".

In the center of the exhibition hall, Jack's paintings are displayed.It is hard to imagine that in just three months, the surviving painter produced such a large number of works.

His painting style is unflattering, innovative, and unconventional. It is the most traditional sketch, but the viewer can see the artist's deep affection from every shadow and every line.

The strokes are more precise than photography, depicting the deep emotion of the North Atlantic Ocean.

The eyes of the visitors are drawn by the extended picture scroll, revisiting the dream that seems to have passed away.

Although it is black and white monochrome, the stretch of lines and the change of light and shadow make people smile knowingly and cry sadly.

The first picture.

The huge hull keeps the sunlight behind.This is a veritable palace on the sea, and the sea god will be ashamed of it.Cheering crowds, family members seeing off, passengers with joyful faces, travelers full of dreams, tower-like chimneys billowing with thick smoke... The static picture draws people into that scene, and there seems to be a hustle and bustle in the ears. The breath of the sea slipped past his nostrils.

Second picture.

Just a sketch.Wrapped in a woolen coat, wearing a fedora hat, the father who looks like a worker, and the restless girl in his arms.The girl's little hand is placed on the father's broad hand, and under the smearing and outline of the charcoal pencil, it almost turns into the essence of fineness and roughness.The girl's lips parted slightly, she must have seen something that surprised and delighted her, maybe it was a dolphin following the Titanic ready to take a share, or maybe an unknown seabird flying past.Her curly hair was rolling endlessly, and her big eyes seemed to be moving, like two lively goldfish in a pond.

The third.

First class restaurant.There are shining silver china and glassware, spotless white tablecloths, and noble and elegant ladies and gentlemen everywhere.Seeing this painting, everyone held their breath, as if a little heavy breathing was a disrespect to these high society's favored children.The focal point of the whole painting is a young and beautiful lady. Her posture can be used as the cover of an etiquette textbook. Roses, wicker chairs and the fragments of sunlight released by the floor-to-ceiling windows outline her delicate and moving.However, this educated lady of the upper class actually cut her hair short like a boy and wore men's clothes.In the girl's eyes are unrecognizable arrogance, self-esteem, resistance and disdain, and the whole painting faintly stirs up a vortex of restlessness.

The fourth, the fifth, the sixth.

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The penultimate picture is the bow of the sinking ship.Numerous fuzzy and color-painted fleeing crowds are surrounded by indescribable restlessness and panic.They surrounded several musicians.The musicians closed their eyes and immersed themselves in the ocean of music, and the monstrous and overwhelming waves around them seemed to disappear.The coat was a little wrinkled, as if it had been blown by the wind.Their fear and anxiety have long been melted into the music, and their upright bodies and calm faces sublimate absolute detachment, calmness and pride.

In the last one, the entire canvas is filled with overflowing blue.Surging transparent lake color and rich darkness.The breath of the visitor was cut off, as if a huge water pressure was pressing on the chest.They realized that this was the scene below the sea surface.In the lower middle of the screen, there is a string of bubbles, which may be the last breath of a poor person registered on the death register.At that time, the camera did not have the function of shooting underwater. The shock brought by this painting seemed not to be the paint pressed on the canvas, but the heavy sea water pressing on everyone's chest.In the inconspicuous corner of the picture, a few small characters are curled up, as if they are also suffocated by the pressure of the sea water—Poseidon’s Requiem.

Just when the visitors left the previous painting, taking a deep breath thankfully, just when they thought they had reached the end, they turned a corner, an oil painting as big as a mural, changing the thin black and white in front The melody and blue solo, wrapped in dancing colors, gave everyone an unforgettable shock.

The picture is very empty, even empty.It was the morning after the sinking of the Titanic.The morning light should be light, but there seems to be something extra in the painting, crawling low on the sea, dense in the air, and pressing down on everyone's heart.The painting is called "Shipwreck", but there is no sign of the ship.The golden light of dawn, obliquely lighting the floating planks, looks like a wainscoting, reflecting the grain of the logs and the oily sheen of the varnish.In the beams of light, fine dust swirls.On the wooden board, perched was a seabird with a round head and foam splashed on its flight feathers, as if it had just fought a storm.It curled up, curled up its paws, to avoid the freezing cold of the early morning sea water.On the slightly curved beak of the seabird, there is a huge ring inlaid with precious stones.In the narrow light band, this halo is so jeweled and sparkling.Perhaps, it was once worn on the white ring finger of a famous Shuyuan, which aroused envious sighs; perhaps, it was an engagement token that a young man was going to give to his sweetheart, witnessing the lover's whispering and staying together for life The oath; perhaps, it almost fell into the embrace of Poseidon forever with its master; perhaps, it was pecked off by seabirds from the blue-gray fingers that were soft as jade but now as stiff as marble...

The sky is like an upside-down crystal bowl, and above the head is a tear-jerking blue.

The sky, the sea, the interweaving and changing of light and shadow color blocks, the painting style influenced by impressionism, and the classical, subtle grasp and precise depiction of certain details make it difficult for the art world to locate it.

Perhaps, those who have experienced all this have long had a position on it.Conquest, dreams, fiasco, humanity, magnificence, enlightenment, freedom, and eternal love.

The author has something to say:

☆, the predestined siege