[Titanic] Rose is not shredded pork

Xu Zhimo said: "Those who have been to Paris will never miss heaven again. Those who have tasted Paris will honestly say that they don't even want to go to hell."The whole of Paris is like a mattress of mallard feathers, so comfortable that your bones are crisped by the smoke—it may be too hot sometimes.That's all right, as long as you can stand it.It is superfluous to praise, as it is superfluous to praise heaven; nor is it superfluous to curse, as it is superfluous to curse hell.

Qian Zhongshu also said: The French are famous for their clear thinking, and their articles are clear and clean, but their actions are all chaotic, dirty, and noisy.

At this moment, Rose, who was of the same age as Xu Zhimo and Qian Zhongshu, managed to get rid of the smog, cloud, obscurity and gloom of the leaden sky in Britain, and stood under the dazzling sunshine of the European continent for the first time.

There is a blue dome above the head, the sky is only bright sunshine, and white clouds like goose feather fans are floating in the sky.The sky is bluer than London, the clouds are whiter than London, and the light is brighter than London. Together, they quietly stare at this flower capital that is more prosperous, fashionable, noisy and dirty than London.

There was a lot of noise and noise on the pier.Men and women wore hats, berets, bowlers, sombreros, and ribbons, flowers, and feathers floated over the crowd.Strangers look at each other with scrutiny and hostility, and they don't hesitate to smile when they meet familiar faces.The shadow of the Louvre is hidden in the waves of the Seine, and it also houses the last breath of many frustrated people, as well as the excrement of people, animals and factories.

The civilians put boxes on their heads, fearing that they would be crushed by the increasingly dense crowd, while the elites of the upper class sat in cars and carriages, listening to the impatient honking of the drivers, cursing from the grooms and the snorting of the horses.

Rose's lungs and lower abdomen were squeezed harshly and viciously by the tights. The car stopped and went, and the food in her stomach was squeezed and shaken, trying to break through the constraints of her throat several times.

"Stop!" She couldn't bear it anymore, and without waiting for anyone to help her, she jumped out of the car with full aura, breathing in the dry and warm air of the mainland, polluted by human noise and breath.

Roof exclaimed: "You will be crushed by the crowd, your hat will be knocked off, and your feathers and lace will be ruined!"

"That's no worse than throwing up on you, mother dear." She found it quicker and easier to walk than to drive.

Annie jumped out of another car, pushed through the crowd as if she was fighting for women's suffrage, squeezed to the lady, and shouted to the car with a bottle of bromine salt in one hand: "Don't worry, ma'am, I will take good care of the lady."

In the sea of ​​people, a familiar breath came to my heart.Hmph, what are these people? If you go to experience the Chinese Spring Festival travel festival, which is comparable to the entire European immigration, you will find that the crowd on the pier is weak.

In her previous life, when she was a child, she was always squeezed into a compressed biscuit on the subway because she thought she was stuck in traffic at school, at least the subway would not be stuck in traffic.With a stretch of her long arms and a fight with another female friend, she can barely create a little space to settle down.Later, her parents felt distressed and rented a house not far from the school for her, and the great cause of squeezing the subway twice a day came to an end.

Thinking about the various times in the previous life that showed the true qualities of a woman, it makes people feel soft and smiles slightly.

The crowd gradually dispersed, and the cars were able to pass smoothly.Rose was a little reluctant to part with the warm and dry air in her nasal cavity, so she knocked on the window of the car and said, "Go to the Litton Hotel first, and let Anne walk with me."

Lu Fu was very dissatisfied with her daughter's new incident, but couldn't think of an excuse to refuse, so she had to let her go.

Her leather shoes clicked on the ground, she was aimless without saying a word, and the maid also followed her silently.

A few seagulls flitted across the Seine River screaming and screaming, and a sudden impulse surged in Rose's heart.

— Get out of here, get out.The excitement of her first arrival had worn off, and for nine years, nine years, Rose lived in a cage of gold and jewels and chains of lace and feathers, completely insulated from "life."Learn all kinds of man-made etiquette and knowledge every day, let the maid spend a few hours dressing herself up, follow Rufu and Mr. Bucket to visit, engage in charity, fundraising, charity sales, stay in the boudoir, waiting to grow up, Get married and get things done... Although this kind of life has no worries about food and clothing, and is even envied by most people, it is too difficult for a modern woman.

Women in the early twentieth century were still as oppressed by religion and ritual as their sisters were in centuries past.For them, the most important thing in life is nothing more than getting married and having children.Marriage is the shackles of deprivation of freedom, women's roles can only be mothers and wives, they can only degenerate themselves into a symbol of "mother" day after day.

She feels that life is useless, life is empty, loneliness is boundless, and fate is doomed.

Unless you leave and make a clean break with the old life.

In the past few years, she has saved thousands of pounds, and she can take herself away with any rented carriage or train, and no one will find her...

Rose smiled wryly and shook her head.

This crazy idea is too dangerous for a 14-year-old girl.What's more, she shouldn't abandon her mother, even if this mother is so stubborn, conservative, arrogant, vicious and weird.

My head is full of messy thoughts, like a tangle of colored wool, the more I rush to sort it out, the more I can't find a clue.

Suddenly, a ball of soft golden light exploded in front of Rose's eyes.

——Not far away, there was a boy sitting casually on the steps, taking a portrait of a wife.

It is not easy to tell the age of a boy. It is fine to say that he is fourteen or fifteen years old, and it will not cause too much opposition if he is said to be ten years old. In short, it is between a teenager and a young man.That cute baby face and a pair of sea-blue eyes just touched the heart of the heroine of Zhengtaikong. Rose's messy self-pity and self-pity and complaints disappeared immediately, and she was healed in an instant.

The mother star can't stop her from teasing Zhengtai's heart.

Rose stepped forward quickly, and said in standard and elegant French: "Can you draw me a picture?"

The boy looked up at Rose, the way a large golden retriever looks up at its master, with a happy, alert, alert, alive look.

Center the red heart.

The boy's facial features may not be perfect, but they are so young, handsome, sunny and cute when they are matched together.Short, soft golden hair hangs down from both sides of the cheeks, forming a beauty point above the forehead, and the dark golden eyebrows look furry and slightly raised.The cheerful and gentle eyes are blue and bright, the fleshy pink lower lip is slightly raised, and the chin and lips are so smooth that there is no beard, giving this young and feminine face a little coquettish attribute.The cheeks have not yet taken off the baby fat, and the figure is as thin as a teenager...

Awow, it's so cute and swollen!

Mother star, how can there be such a cute, so cute, so cute Zhengtai in this world!On the mother planet, even if time is a butcher's knife, you must protect him from becoming disabled!Don't be like Daniel Radcliffe as Harry Potter, Tom Felton as Draco Malfoy, or Leonardo DiCaprio as Jack Dawson That's too long!

The boy took off his hat and gave Rose a friendly smile.The eyebrows and eyes were raised at the same time, a pair of small lying silkworms appeared under the eyes, a row of white and neat teeth were shining, and the shallow dimples on the cheeks were also rippling...

Aw... I really want to pinch my face, I really want to ravage it!

He spoke, his voice clear and soft, with a strong American accent in French: "Happy to help you, miss, ten cents apiece."

Rose immediately started chatting with him in English, and the conversation between the two of them can be called a comparison between English and American accents.Rose spoke at a faster rate with cadences, while the words that came out of Jack's mouth were more gentle and mellow.

Thinking back to the time when she had just traveled through time, Rose spent all her time trying to change the London accent she learned from British dramas into an Oxford accent.You know, the Cockney accent is the accent of the slums in the East End of London, and the Oxford accent can reflect the cool, handsome and domineering of the upper class.

A cute thing is a cute thing, even the voice is full of cuteness (>_<), cute SHI, cute SHI... The mellow, gorgeous sunshine is a little bit of a treat!

Although Rose perfectly played a slightly arrogant noble lady, her inner mania... Only the sisters in the 21st century can understand and empathize with her.

"Can I ask a question, miss?" A pair of dimples began to rippling slightly again, and then the water rippled, and Rose's rotting soul burning heart.

"It depends on what question you're asking." You need to maintain your reserve... No, it's going to fail!

"Are you of wolf blood, miss?" The boy's blue eyes blinked.

Rose almost covered her chest, she replied calmly on the surface: "Why do you think so?"

The boy tilted his head and thought for a while, "Because of those green burning eyes."

... The attributes of the Tanmei wolf have been seen through.

Rose took a deep breath—though even that was made difficult by the tights—sat down in front of the fair-haired boy, gave him a shilling and said, "If you give more, it's a tip." .”

The boy shrugged his shoulders with a smile. He coughed a few times, shook his hair, sat upright and started working.

What he draws is a sketch, and he grinds the charcoal on the side of the brush to outline the smudge.The boy raised his head to look at Rose from time to time, and then sent a few encouraging smiles, as well as "a little to the right", "relax", "that's it", "good job"...

The boy's eyes are serious and soft, which makes people feel peaceful.

Rose was a little out of her mind, her eyes were drawn by a supernatural force, and she sized him up inch by inch.

The hand is not big, the fingers are not slender, but the shape of the hand is very well-proportioned.The pads of the fingers were stained with carbon black, but the nails were clean.The middle finger of her right hand has been deformed due to holding a pen for a long time, and Rose can even imagine the calluses on the inside of her hands...

"The painting is finished." The boy blew on the painting, and handed it to her triumphantly, as if asking for credit.

Rose took it with a smile, and froze the moment her eyes touched the person in the painting.

The brushwork is still immature and rough. Rose has studied painting for more than ten years in her previous life, and she has studied painting for several years in this life. Her own painting skills are far better than Jack's.

Unexpectedly, the person on the sketch paper is another self, which she doesn't want to know deeply.

The girl in the painting is elegant and charming, she looks like a typical British girl, with regular facial features and a beautiful neck, like a proud and plump white swan...

But... the look on the brow is what I saw in the mirror when I was alone:

His brows were furrowed, and three wrinkles were clearly visible.The curly hair is a little messy, on the sketch paper, like a burning black fire.

The girl in the painting is full of expectations. She visits the outside world through a small window and finds that the world is quite different from what she hoped.

This is not Rose, this is a ghost from another time and place.

"It's not a very pleasant picture," said Rose at last, after staring at it for a long time.

"I'm sorry, miss, I've done my best to draw." The blond boy smiled at her again.This smile soothed Rose, allowing her to finish what she wanted to say calmly, instead of walking away.

"You made me look much older than I really am." The look between her eyebrows is definitely not what a 14-year-old girl should have, even though her soul is far beyond 14-year-old.

"possible."

"There's an impertinent willfulness at the corners of the mouth."

"It's more moving than the stereotyped ladies." The boy's blue eyes moved back and forth between the figure and the painting, and his cute demeanor even made people ignore his rudeness and boldness.

"The eyebrows are furrowed, which is very unsightly."

"That's right." He folded his arms, leisurely.

"I don't like this painting." Although the painting is the real self...

Rose felt that she was seen through, and she didn't like the feeling of being seen through like glass.Adults probably don't like it.

The boy had a half-smile: "Girls don't like to face the truth, don't they? It's even more so with the rigid and serious features of the British, right?"

"I just don't like being penetrated by strangers, as if you painted my body sketch. Also, I don't believe that the French on one side of the English Channel are so suave, while the nationals on the other side are all puzzled. "

"I'm so sorry, ma'am." He smiled again, a thoughtful, gentle, tacit smile, a smile of sharing secrets and keeping secrets, "I'll be painting on the pier for a few weeks. Maybe you'd like me to Draw a picture?"

"Another expression?"

"As you wish."

Rose wanted to laugh a little, but also a little angry.She should have been offended, but was damned happy.

"May I ask your name? When you become famous, I can tell everyone that a famous artist painted a portrait of me when I was young. It only costs ten cents a piece, which is very good value for money."

The boy stood up, his smooth and messy hair was completely exposed to the sun, and the deep and light golden colors made her trance for a moment.

He put his hands in his pockets, tilted his head and said, "I accept your compliment very happily. My name is Jack Dawson, and you can call me Jack."

...You are playing with me, mother star!

The author has something to say: the plot progresses much faster, please spread the flowers~

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