[Titanic] Rose is not shredded pork

Rose seldom mentioned Jack, because everything around her preserved the memory of Jack, so that there was no room for Rose to tell.

She rarely mentioned Jack, and the mother and daughter tacitly did not talk about it.

There is nothing to talk about, because all the memories are with Jack, buried in unknown places with his departure.

The plane is about to land.

When Rose stepped off the plane and looked at the motherland in 1996, her first thought was: take advantage of the fact that the housing prices in the imperial capital have not risen, why not buy a few more houses?

Then this idea was immediately ridiculed by her: The house price of tens of thousands of Mao Zedong’s flat in the imperial capital was all speculated by us elites who are far-sighted and far-sighted!

It was as if she had traveled through time again, her mind was blank, and everything in the past seemed like a lifetime away.

The current celestial dynasty is different from the one before she crossed over. After all, a decade or so is enough to turn the world upside down.But she still found a trace of familiarity from the street and the crowd.

It's like returning to the carefree girlhood... the carefree girl-man age... It seems that the shipwreck, opening a store, becoming famous, Jack... all she experienced are the most illusory dreams.

If it wasn't for the wrinkled old hands that could be seen when she lowered her head, if it wasn't for the loose skin and dense age spots on her hands...she would definitely regard all this as a dream.

Think of it as a dream that is too long and too realistic.

December 1997, 12.

Western culture has not yet entered China on a large scale, and most people in China at this time do not have the habit of celebrating Christmas.

Old Rose was in the movie theater, holding a glass of lemonade and a box of popcorn, silently praying and blessing for Jack, praying that everything would be fine for him in heaven—if heaven really existed.

May there be no more icebergs in heaven, no more sunken ships, no more prejudice, no more sorrow, no more tears... no more life and death.

December 12th was the first day that "Titanic" was released in Tianchao.The movie theater was full of well-wrapped young couples, and old Rose was drinking fruit juice leisurely, completely without the consciousness of being a light bulb.

Nonsense, she has lived for more than 130 years before and after time travel, does she still care about the eyes of a couple who are only a fraction of her age?Her daughter Daisy is dead, and she is the only one who lives tenaciously, obstinately and optimistically.

Although she had been indifferent for a long time and didn't care about it, when the sky and clouds in Southampton flowed on the screen, Rose couldn't help but close her eyes.

At this moment, she found that she seemed to be sitting in the cabin of the scientific research ship, surrounded by Lovett, Mike, Louis and many other people, and her granddaughter looked at her with tears streaming down her face.

And her soul seemed to be out of her body, like watching a movie, watching her story of 84 with cold eyes, as if another herself was still sitting in a comfortable and thick chair, looking at the old Rose on the screen, calm and nostalgic Narrating.

"It's a dream boat, and she is."

At this moment, fantasy and reality, past life and present life are blended in the old man's gentle narration.

"Give me your hand."

"My parents died when I was 15, you can call me a tumbleweed..."

"We can go drink cheap beer and get puked on the roller coaster..."

"Yes ma'am, there are hardly any mice."

"We're going to stay up there as long as possible!"

"Honey, don't give up on your promise to me!"

The rain fell on the pier in New York, and Rose, who was sitting in the movie theater, could also feel the coolness of the rain.

She looked up at the Statue of Liberty glowing in the rain, her torch glowing red in the rain.

Statue of Liberty's face changed to Jack, and then to herself.

By now, everyone should know that a man named Jack Dawson saved me, he saved me completely, and made me understand that only I can make myself truly redeemed.

Rose's hands trembled slightly, a satisfied smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, she slowly slid down the seat, her head limply dropped to her chest.

On April 2013, 4, the premiere of the 10D version of Titanic was drawing to a close.The female man, who missed most of the plot in the middle, rubbed her sore eyes and sore buttocks, and got up from the cold concrete floor.

His eyes were wet, and there were long-dried tears on his cheeks.

How many tears did she shed from 1912 to 1997?

She smiled self-deprecatingly.Whether dreamy or real, she has become optimistic enough, strong enough, optimistic and strong enough to live her life with a smile no matter how heartbroken she is.

It's just that this dream is too real and too long...

At this time, the popcorn tube that fell on the ground was picked up by a small, warm hand, and the owner of this hand smiled at her.

At the same time, the dark and cold North Atlantic on the screen reversed for the last time, and the dream ship from a century ago resurfaced.

The courteous waiter opened the carved wooden door, and all the passengers on the Titanic gathered in the lobby to nod to her.The line of sight follows the stairs step by step, at the corner of the stairs, the familiar face of the young sunshine,

The light on the screen reflected the face of the boy sitting next to him, clearly reflected his golden hair, and his eyes like the cloudless and clear sky on the ocean.

"Don't be so wasteful, miss." The boy's Chinese is very bad, but his smile is extremely bright.

The curve of his mouth, the rise of his eyebrows, the dimples that flashed with his smile... everything was all too familiar.

Tears and smiles rushed to the corners of the eyes and mouth at the same time.

The young boy next door, wearing a gray shirt and khaki overalls, pulled his hand out of his pocket and reached for her, exactly as he was doing in the movie.

"Stop watching such a sad movie, honey."

"Let's go see Corpse Bride next time."

"Why are you obsessed with the beauty of being torn apart?" He raised his golden eyebrows suspiciously, and his pink lips were slightly pursed, just like many, many years ago.

"Because I like the proposal in it."

With this hand,

with my hand,

I'll lift your sorrows.

Soothe your grief.

Your cup will never be empty,

You'll never feel empty and lonely,

for I'll be your wine.

Because I will always be with you.

With this candle,

With this candle,

I'll light your wayindarkness.

To light up the long night road for you,

With this ring,

With this ring,

Iaskyoutobemine.

I ask you to be my love.

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New article address~ This article is still in the style of Western translation, but the tone is lighter than shredded pork.The shredded pork is too depressing, and Xinwen throws it up for everyone to adjust.

PS, in fact, this text is not so depressing, it’s just the loss of the saved manuscript, coupled with the death of grandma, and Xiaofeng’s mood problems, which made my text become such a virtue ==

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