[Titanic] Rose is not shredded pork

Cal Hockley was the only son of a Pittsburgh steel magnate, and his future was planned at birth.

Whenever he looked forward, what he saw was smooth sailing and golden light.

Until an accidental visit made Karl meet an indescribable girl.

She is very young, young and rebellious, with short hair like a girl scout, wearing men's clothes deliberately to make trouble with her mother, but unexpectedly fashionable and neat.Her conversation and demeanor are also impressive, with a casual sharpness mixed with elegance, as if she can peek into the entire complex and deep soul from her few words.

Carl is fascinated by her.

The Yingyingyanyans I met, knew, and had dewy marriages before are so shallow compared to her, so hideous and boring, like a pale wall, while she is a blooming rose, It makes the walls even paler and colder.

How could a young girl have the heart to cut off her beautiful red hair, yet she was surprisingly gorgeous.

How could a young girl who was supposed to be in love at the beginning of her life be as cold as ice to a charming man.

People have cheap natures, and Carl is no exception.He was tired of the rich ladies who surrounded him and flocked to him, and fell in love with this young girl who never adorned herself with lace, jewels and feathers.

Karl tried his best, but the heartless girl never refused to rest her pale green eyes on her.She is like a rose blooming in the wilderness, surrounded by inconspicuous thorns, her beauty often makes people forget that she is thorny.

Rose, what a fitting name.

He was attracted, he was bewildered, even though he tried his best not to guess the heart of this ruthless girl, it did not prevent Karl from wanting to pick off this rose and enshrine it in the most exquisite vase, so that this The thorny flower became his property.

But Karl forgot that the roses that bloom in the wilderness are both disdainful and cannot be placed in a bottle for people to appreciate, worship and judge.

His wealth, his looks, his poise and elegance were completely useless in front of Rose, and every trick he tried was like hitting cotton.

It is Karl's rule to face up to difficulties, and he will never be discouraged and shrink back because of a temporary failure.And fight and lose, the more frustrated the more courageous.

Soon, his father, Nathan Hockley, a Pittsburgh steel magnate, knew his only son was in love.The Bookett family is an ancient British nobleman, and the daughter of the Bookett family is worthy of their family in terms of identity and status.So the father bought a necklace and asked his son to propose to the girl he liked with it.

This necklace is the Heart of the Ocean.

Karl was ecstatic, no woman could refuse the temptation of a 56-carat blue diamond.To get it, women even sacrificed their bodies and souls.

Despite being coldly received by the goddess again, Carl Hockley, the heir to the steel tycoon and a wealthy family from Pittsburgh, embarked on a dream journey on the Titanic with great ambition.

"My dear, there will never be another ship like her. The Olympic didn't even have a carpet, and the Titanic had carpet so thick it went up to the knees. And then there was the furniture, so heavy that Rafcha and I couldn't lift it. And those wainscots..." Although this is the maiden voyage, Karl explained incessantly, nodding and bowing down, as if he had been on countless rides, "The details imitate the Palace of Versailles, full of Louis XV style furniture The lounge, similar in style to the Salon of the Petit Trianon Palace in France, has a carving on the fireplace of "The Hunting Goddess of Versailles". Fine teak and brass decorations, chandeliers and murals, Indian and Persian carpets, and even The third-class cabin also has marble washbasins and bedside heating equipment..."

"Come on, Carl, I don't think this is the boat you designed and built, and you don't need to endorse it." Rose smiled brightly and turned her head away.

...is still as sarcastic and hard to please as always.

But Rose's mother Rufu complimented him very much, and even hinted that her daughter was just too reserved to politely reject a gentleman's love and pursuit.

This hint increased Carl's courage. Is there anyone in the world who knows her daughter better than a mother?

He boarded the Titanic with his head held high and his chest held high, fascinated by it. All the luxury and comfort in front of him made him feel like a king, and the rose with thorns seemed to be right in front of him, and he could pick it with his hand.

A dream trip in the North Atlantic, sure to be a decisive turning point.

He walked into Rose's room and tried to strike up a conversation, but was chased out by the girl's merciless eyes.

Carl was dejected and frowned, and he told himself over and over again not to lose his composure, and not to act too hastily.

In the smoking room, he behaved more arrogantly than usual, as if he could vent his dissatisfaction with being repeatedly rejected by Rose.

You see, my dear, how rich I am, how shrewd, I am always successful in business, everyone flatters me, I can give you anything you want, what reason do you have to refuse?

While having dinner in the hall, Carl met Rose's savior, a handsome and cheerful young man.He immediately felt a sense of crisis, but this sense of crisis dissipated when he heard that he was a poor painter in the third class.

Just kidding, there's no need for him to be jealous with an inferior person.Karl even kindly praised him to show his superior tolerance.

"I also don't want to be one of the caterpillars in a circle. Whenever I see everyone doing one thing with one heart, or all believing in a certain idea, I can't help being vigilant - because I can't Decide whether it is because this thing is correct, or because there are so many people." Rose took a deep breath, "I also want to choose my own destiny and know everything about life, not just what others think I can know, I can do everything."

What the hell is going on in your pretty little head?Choose your own destiny?With me, I'll give you what you want, as long as you let me have this stubborn, cold, unpredictable heart.

What?Are you going to the scum ball?

Carl's face was unpredictable, and he couldn't figure out the emotions passing by in his heart.

It seems that we can't wait any longer. Although a poor kid who doesn't even have ten dollars won't pose a real threat, he still has to use his trump card...

Carl knocked on the door that always kept him out, his heart pounding faster than when he kissed a girl for the first time.

"I know my behavior tonight was rude and abrupt, Rose." He knelt down on one knee, affectionate and self-satisfied, "but I can't help feeling for you, which drives me to act in such an impulsive, ridiculous and reckless way Behavior. You must wonder why I chose such an inappropriate time, because I am afraid, I sense the danger, and I must act first. I offer my heart, will you accept it?"

Inside the flat box, lined with black velvet, was a heart-shaped blue diamond half the size of a fist—the Heart of the Ocean.

He personally put on the necklace for Rose, but the girl's eyes were still elusively indifferent, solemn, awe-inspiring and unruly.

The next moment, all her thorns opened in an instant: "To be honest, dear Mr. Hockley, everything you can give me, I can get with my head and my hands. Think about it, such a proposal is very important to me. How appealing is that, can it be, Mr Hockley?"

Rose's back was straight, with one hand on her waist, her head tilted slightly, and she squinted at the dumbfounded Carl, with a half-smile, presumptuous, arrogant and confident, "Honestly speaking, within ten years, I will If you are fully capable of buying this heart of the ocean that you can't eat or drink, and can only be used to highlight your status and vanity, why spend your whole life selling yourself to a man you don't like and can't get along with?"

"It's a minute too early, Mr. Hockley." She pushed Carl out the door. "Good night."

The instant the door closed, Carl could only remember a polite, nonchalant, dismissive smile on those soft, full lips.

He went back to his room dejected and distraught, and threw his stiff body onto the soft bed.

Those few words kept circling in Carl's mind: Everything you can give me, I can get with my head and my hands.

Within ten years, I am fully capable of buying this heart of the ocean that cannot be eaten or drunk, and can only be used to highlight my status and vanity.

Why spend your whole life selling yourself to a man you don't like and can't get along with?

It turns out that I am really worthless in your heart, not even a penniless poor boy... Carl slammed on the bed fiercely.

But at this moment of torment and suffering, his feelings were not wiped out, but fermented more and more thickly like a barrel of wine hidden in the damp and cold underground.

Carl watched Rose follow the poor boy away, with a bright and joyful face that he had never seen before.

Even the sinking of the Titanic doesn't matter anymore, everything doesn't matter anymore.

Later, Karl got married and had children step by step, burying the last and heaviest love in the invariance of day after day.

He never saw Rose again, but he could always hear her legend:

Opened a clothing store called "Chanel" on Fifth Avenue in New York...

Let ladies and wives willingly buy those simple men's clothes made of cheap materials at high prices...

She opened many branches...

She didn't suffer much in the Great Depression...

17 years later, they met again under such circumstances.

Carl fell into the mud, his wife and children left him, but Rose was flourishing and her career was booming.

He didn't expect that the person who ruthlessly rejected his marriage proposal back then would be willing to help him when he was at his worst.

Carl sold the Heart of the Ocean, which he had treasured for many years and was reluctant to sell when he was about to join the tramps, to Rose who refused it without hesitation.

Relying on Rose's visit, relying on this money to regain his strength, he finally did not commit suicide like many businessmen did, but slowly restored his past glory.

Carl felt that the time was almost right, and this time, he proposed to Rose again with a ring.

His goddess was like 20 years ago, smiling but categorically rejected him.

"Your Jack has been dead for many years! Rose! Why are you still so stubborn that you won't accept my love?" Carl yelled heartbreakingly.

"Even if Jack has never appeared in my life, I will not accept you, Mr. Hockley." The girl smiled slightly, and her face was as beautiful as before, with the indifference after all the joys, sorrows and joys, "Dear Daisy, say goodbye to this unexpected visitor."

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

☆、Destined Salvation