[Titanic] Rose is not shredded pork

"When I don't have the money to stay in a cheap hotel, I'll make do with a park bench or under a bridge for a night. Of course, the premise is that it's not winter." Jack's eyes blinked like stars, showing emotion and even nostalgia. "I've worked hard, but I never lose hope."

Rose looked at this group of people who were walking towards the dilapidated and old small hotel in a crooked and sparse line. They were no different from walking dead, only breathing more than dead people.This breath is also getting weaker and weaker, and perhaps on a certain winter day when there is little food and clothing, and the world of ice and snow, it will be stuck in the throat forever, and it will never come out again.

She turned her head and looked at the brilliant lights and laughter on Fifth Avenue, and suddenly felt a strong sense of fear and awe of fate.

She transmigrated into the aristocratic lady Rose DeWitt Bukett, and the coincidence of traveling to Paris enabled her to turn her talent into living comfortably.What if she travels through slums and homeless people?What if the most important thing to her every day was where she's going to eat her next meal and where she's going to sleep the next night?If she hadn't met Jack...

Rose felt that it was indeed necessary to say thank you to fate.

She walked home in thought, and Jack held his lover's cold arm tightly.

Although the bright lights of Manhattan dimmed the moonlight, Diana drove her silver carriage higher and higher through the hazy, veil-like clouds.

Pushing open the door of the shop, Rose and Jack greeted the female workers in the shop, and they couldn't wait to go to the second floor.

She's been overwhelmed by contrasts today, and she needs a lover's embrace and reassurance.

At this time, the maid knocked on the bedroom door.

"I am sorry to disturb your rest, ma'am. Here is an urgent telegram for you."

There were only a few words in this telegram.

"Mother is critically ill, return quickly."

Rose never imagined that the noble lady Rufu, who always had her back straight, raised her chin slightly and looked down at people, would become so thin, haggard and fragile.

Her complexion was sallow, her lips were a lifeless purplish-grey, and her protruding eyes were large and lifeless, as if overlaid with a death-grey cloud.Her thin cheeks were completely shrunk, the thin skin was loosely attached to the bones of the face, and the skin and thin hair on the neck seemed to fall off if she pulled it lightly.

Rose remembered that Rufu's thick curly hair was always neatly coiled, or done in various delicate hairstyles, and then decorated with flower crowns, tiaras and hats...

She only took one look at Rufu, and she knew that this woman was terminally ill, and there was no life left.

It's so strange that the person in front of her is actually the mother who has raised her and suppressed her for more than ten years.

She fell ill without saying a word, and was dying of illness.

Rufu opened her eyes, and her withered purple lips moved, as if trying to make a smile.Her chicken claw-like hands crawled on the bed, as if trying to grab Rose, but after a slight movement, they limp on the edge of the bed.

Her arms were like dry grass bundles, and her hair hadn't been washed for many days, exuding a choking greasy smell.

A nurse came in holding the sheet and said, "Excuse me, are you Mrs. Buckett's family?"

Rose nodded: "Yes, daughter and son-in-law."

Nurses in this era were dressed differently from those of later generations. They did not have nurse caps, and their hair was wrapped in white turbans.

The young nurse said sympathetically: "Your mother was admitted to the hospital last month, and has been deteriorating since then. We operated on her, but still failed to stop the disease from spreading in her body." She lowered her voice, "May God bless this lady and hope you guys are prepared."

Rose nodded silently, she felt like she was stepping on cotton, or she was just in a dream.

Just because she didn't like Ruth -- she never liked Ruth -- didn't mean she wanted Ruth dead.

Although Rose doesn't have a heart as big as the ocean, at least so far, she never expects anyone to die, certainly not including Rufu.

She looked at Lu Fu's face and knew that within a month, she would become one of the children whose parents died.

"Rose..."

She heard Rufu's hoarse and weak call.

Rose almost thought she was hallucinating.

Such a feeble voice was actually made by Rufu.

The nurse said sympathetically: "This is one of the few moments when Mrs. Bucket is sober these days. She has been suffering from excruciating pain, and we had to use morphine to relieve her pain."

By the way... a lot of morphine can make people lose their minds.

"The dose of morphine has been increasing, and now we have to give Mrs. Bucket an injection in five hours, which has greatly damaged her nervous system."

Rose let out a "hmm" as if sleepwalking.

Rose and Jack found a hotel near the hospital to stay temporarily, and they went to see Rufu every day.

Rufu is delirious most of the time, and even if she is sober occasionally, she has to stop to pant and groan after speaking a word or two.She didn't know Jack anymore, and she couldn't remember who this beautiful boy with blond hair and blue eyes was. Sometimes she couldn't even remember who she was, but she still knew Rose.

Sometimes she would say softly, "Be good to your governess, Rose." Ruth thought Rose was a child.

Sometimes, she would beg hoarsely: "Just marry James, I beg you." Rufu thought they were still in Rose Manor.

Sometimes, out of breath, she would yell, "Come back! Rose! Get back on the lifeboat!" Ruth thought they were in the North Atlantic.

At this time, Rose's eyes would turn red unknowingly, and then said softly: "Okay, Mom."

"Yes, mother."

"I'll listen to you, mother."

During Rufu's painful groans and prolonged coma, an equally painful thought became clearer and clearer in Rose's mind:

If someone doesn't love you the way you expect, it doesn't mean he or she doesn't love you.

It was a sunny, breezy morning.

Lu Fu, who had been in a coma for several days, finally woke up temporarily, and there was a faint smile on her gray lips.

Rufu rolled his eyelids with difficulty, and said forcefully, "Come here, Rose."

Rose pursed her lips and sat on the hospital bed where the sheets had just been put on.

"I know, I'm not a qualified mother... I'm not a good mother..." Rufu continued after a long break, "If you say, I have brought you too much pain and unhappiness in the past 17 years... So...then I'm sorry...babe. I shouldn't...shouldn't be so stubborn."

Rose gripped the sheet tightly.

"I shouldn't be like a tyrant controlling and interfering in your life...after all, you're going to live your own life in the end...you come too, Jack...yes, Jack...since you've been chosen by our Rose, you must Be good... treat her well, don't make Rose sad... don't make her sad... will you promise me, Jack?"

"Don't worry, Mrs. Bucket, I will take good care of your daughter."

"Thank you, Jack, thank you..."

Rufu walked peacefully.

Yes, Rose and Rufu, a mother and daughter who have nothing in common and are like enemies in previous lives, have brought far less happiness to each other than dissatisfaction to each other in their lives.

Rufu hated her daughter's rebellion, and Rose thought she was a vulgar and stubborn woman, and she always looked down on Rufu.

If Rufu was still alive, Rose would definitely hate her for the rest of her life.

But she died.

Rufu's death made Rose think a lot and figured out a lot.

The mother and daughter, who had hated each other all their lives, finally reached an understanding at the moment of parting.

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This was supposed to be a long article, but it was destined to end in 5 chapters 5555...

Already crying blind == crying blind!

☆, doomed depression

Cahpter35 Doomed Depression

Long after Ruph's death, Rose remained in a trance and dazed state.

She still eats, sleeps, works, and is still sweet, but she always feels that Rufu is still in this world, in the upper class of Philadelphia, gossiping with ladies of the same status, and ignoring her daughter in New York .

Rose felt that Rufu was still alive, just not with her.

Although some people leave, their own lives still have to go on.

If the Titanic was the climax of this couple's life, then the rest of their lives will eventually be a mediocre life.

Only plainness can last long, not to mention experiencing so many ups and downs, they all realized the preciousness of peace.

Working and earning money are not the center of their lives, and the couple earns enough dollars to spend their next life.After working for a while, they will leave New York and travel around the world.They left photos, smiles and love in many places around the world.

Of course, every time this pair of irresponsible designers leaves the Chanel clothing store on Fifth Avenue, the ladies and wives in the United States will bite their handkerchiefs and complain: Our clothes are going to be obsolete again.

Still later, they had a daughter, Daisy Dawson.Little Daisy has inherited her father's sky blue eyes, golden hair and slightly raised nose, and there is no similarity to Rose in her wrinkled little face.

She is different from her parents. As soon as little Daisy was born, she received the best care and love from her parents.She is not like Rose, who was ignored by her mother and lived in loneliness since she was a child, nor is she like Jack who grew up in a poor family and has to bear a burden that she shouldn't have to bear.

Little Daisy is a magical child. She has not been interested in children's toys and games since she was a child. She would rather stay in the library and read books, and there will always be all kinds of weird talks, and her every move is full of the feeling of a little adult. Rose had the illusion of "Could it be that Daisy also traveled through time?"

"Look, Daisy, the new doll that Dad bought for you!" Jack blinked his blue eyes, asking for credit.

"Childish." Daisy's little bun frowned.

"Daisy, mommy will take you to the playground tomorrow, okay?" Rose ravaged her daughter's chubby face.

"It's boring." Daisy's little bun raised an eyebrow.

"..." The hearts of the two parents were filled with a sense of frustration deeper than that of the North Atlantic Ocean.

"I'm going to read a book. Good night, Mom and Dad." Daisy Xiao Baozi stood at attention and saluted, and ran up the stairs, looking like a dough ball that violated the law of gravity and rolled up.

"I was definitely not like this when I was a child!" Jack was speechless in the face of his daughter's behavior.

"...I seem to be like this when I was a child..." Rose replied weakly.

"How about we try another one?" Jack stared at the stairs with lingering fear.

Rose snorted: "Don't be stupid, honey, we are busy enough now, how about a few years? I'm only 21 years old, and I haven't reached the best time to have children yet."

After a long time, when Rose calmed down and looked back on the past, she suddenly realized that there are some things that are missed are missed.

Time has always been rolling forward mercilessly, just like the sea water pouring into the sealed cabin of the Titanic, when you notice it, everything is different.

In a blink of an eye, World War I was over, and the shadow of the Great Depression gradually spread.

Rose had focused on this chapter in her history textbook, but only by experiencing it herself could she feel the destruction and depression of the past few years.

It's like drinking a drink and eating snacks in a movie theater, and being moved to tears by the unswerving love, it feels completely different from actually being the person in the story.

In October 1929, an economic recession that had already buried hidden dangers led to a panic-like plunge in Wall Street stock markets.

Countless people will never forget that day: October 1929, 10.On this day, the United States ushered in "Black Thursday".On this day, the U.S. financial world collapsed, and stocks fell from the top to the abyss overnight, and the decline was so fast that even the automatic stock market monitor could not keep up.In just two weeks, $24 billion in wealth evaporated.Many formerly successful businessmen, as well as high-spirited bankers, were forced to live on the streets by setting up stalls—the stalls were always so unoccupied that they had to huddle in long queues to get bread; 300 million People look for jobs everywhere, but no one hires them anywhere...

Ordinary people’s life savings have been invested in the stock market, and they watched their hard-earned money disappear in the stock market crash... For those in the upper class, the number of stocks is a symbol of their wealth. Even if they come from a prominent family, even if they were born with golden spoons in their mouths, even if they are destined to be the favored ones, even if they are talented and skilled, even if they want wind and rain...all are vulnerable to fate.

Rose, who had already exchanged the virtual numbers in the bank into hard currency, decided to do a good deed.

She changed into a shirt and jeans, put on a warm fur coat, and knocked on the door of Cal Hockley's house with a suitcase of cash.

They have not seen each other for 17 years.

The last time we met, Carl was still the handsome and high-spirited heir on the Titanic, and Rose was a youthful 17-year-old girl.

On a cold winter night in 1929, snow covered the land in the north and buried the hopes of countless people.

Now is the high incidence of homeless people starving to death and freezing to death, and businessmen jumping off buildings and hanging themselves.

Bankrupt Carl huddled in a cheap little hotel in Pittsburgh, living on a few dollars a day.He even caught sight of several acquaintances at the hotel - before 1929, they usually enjoyed drinking and chatting in the most exclusive restaurants, salons and clubs.

Carl, unshaven, haggard, and bloodshot eyes, was loading a bullet into a gun when he heard a knock on the door.

Carl hesitated for a second, and stood up with his hands on the bed, which was as crumbling as a worn-out iron bed.

The door opened, and what appeared in front of him was a calm, beautiful, strange and familiar face.

"It would be rude of you to hang your guests out of the house in the snow and smoke again, Mr. Hockley." The woman smiled brightly. "This is not the way of hospitality, is it?"

"If you didn't come to humiliate me, Ro... Mrs. Dawson." Carl barely maintained the last bit of dignity.

"Why, Mr. Hockley? You are an excellent businessman. I came to you today just to do business with you."

"It's a pity that you came ten months late." Carl sat down slumped, covering his sunken face with his hands, "Please go back, ma'am."

"It's not a gentleman's act to reject a lady's request so categorically." Rose smiled slightly, "You are only in trouble temporarily, Mr. Hockley, I think it is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for you."

The woman in front of me is even more beautiful than 17 years ago, but she has lost her arrogance and stubbornness when she was young, and has become as elegant and calm as an oriental flower... Carl looked at his dirty and worn-out coat and the clothes he hadn't wiped for a long time. Shoes, resigned to fate and closed his eyes.

"I still think, Mrs. Dawson, that it would be wisest to leave me and get out of here." He was making a final struggle.

"It's a nice pistol." She played with the mahogany stock and ivory inlays, "if you're not going to aim it at your own head."

"I..." Carl was tongue-tied.

"Okay, don't say anything, Carl." Rose's tone suddenly became severe, "put away your stupid thoughts, and don't care about other people, everything will be fine anyway."

"But I'm broke and I've lost everything... My wife left me and took all my money... I've got nothing now and I'm at the end of the road... I don't need your pity, Mrs. Dawson."

"Mercy? I never thought anyone needed that. Don't be silly, Carl, you have nothing to lose, because the things that make you look good and make you look superior never belonged to you." Rose stood up, Like a condescending angel of judgment, "You have always thought that you are the master of the world and the center of the universe. You have lived in a favorable environment since you were a child, and you are destined to be a proud child of heaven. But Carl, think about it carefully. , Is this the ability of 'you', is this the success of 'you'? Yes, the value is getting higher and higher, the status is getting higher and higher... But all of these are given to you by others! All are your parents It's ready for you! Take off the wrapping of fame, money and status, you're still you! Now you've finally hit the wall, Carl! With no one to help you, it's never going to be smooth sailing, what's left of you? One pair of fists Legs, you have to rely on your own hands and feet to create a world that truly belongs to you! We are Americans, we are fearless! Americans can go out into the world with guns, instead of putting the last bullet stupidly into his own head!"

The author has something to say: This article is really HE!Don't be fooled, everyone!

☆、Carl's monologue