[Titanic] Rose is not shredded pork

Mother star, what's wrong with you Mother star!

The god of the plot is swollen here!

Mr. Jack, who killed thousands of girls so cute, suddenly came here to be rude!

You see, I can't even blurt out the words of my mother planet, I can't calm down anymore!

I roared silently in my heart, and then silently put the painting away.

Jack tidied up his portfolio neatly, and the hat covered his dazzling blond hair again. He said to Rose with a smile, "Can I buy you a drink, beautiful lady?"

"Is this how you usually approach girls, pretty Jack?"

"It seems that my level of chatting needs to be improved." The boy stretched his waist, his thin arms stretched out from the sleeves, and the arc of the muscles was very well-proportioned. truth.

Mustache, Jack hasn't taken it off yet, you're overthinking it. ——BY mother star.

The 10-minute journey passed by under their feet.

The tavern was hidden in a dilapidated residential area, and the inside was filled with smoke, like boiling water and steam.The walls are yellowed and the ground is bumpy and uneven, but here is the heart of Parisian culture.

Geniuses and lunatics toast and drink here, pursuing excitement and madness.A new genre of art took shape here, and generations of artists squandered their youth... Men in the upper class were having fun here, and civilians and workers got drunk here after a tiring day.They smoked cigarettes one by one, drank one cup after another, played cards game after game, from betting hundreds of thousands of francs to watches, knives and cigarettes as chips...

Rose is very much like the Romans, so she will not declare that "smoking is harmful to health", "second-hand smoke is more harmful", and she will not think of slogans such as "talking about civilization and fostering a new style".

You know, in this era, no matter men or women, rich or not, there are many people who smoke.As for playing cards and gambling, the home planet is on the top, this is the most basic entertainment, even if you lose and go bankrupt, it will not attract any criticism.

"What would you like to drink?" Jack sat upright and adjusted his posture several times.

Jack's blue eyes are very gentle and very friendly, and anyone who is stared at by him will have the thought of "he cares about me".Rose is no exception.

But as a female man, one must have the self-consciousness of a female man. She waved her hand smartly: "Two glasses of beer, thank you." She raised her chin at the dumbfounded Jack and said, "Why? Misses in the upper class don't Allowed to drink cheap beer?"

Jack's blue eyes were shining brightly: "You are so unexpected and wonderful." He took a big swig with pride, rubbed his hands and asked, "Look, miss, we have been together for hours, chatting, Talking about painting, even drinking...but I don't know your name."

"Rose DeWitt Bukett." Rose laughed at his seriousness.

Jack made an aggrieved expression, turned around for a long time and took out the charcoal pencil and handed it to her.

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"You don't mind writing it down, Rose? Miss Noble's name is too long for me."

The noble lady who was accused of being too long-named laughed, and the beer in the glass spilled out.She quickly grabbed the napkin, thought about it and changed her mind, dipped her fingertips in the beer, and wrote her name on the table.

The maid Annie sat far away, blinking at the hostess and friend knowingly.Rose and Jack drank a few more glasses. The beer, which had a much lower alcohol content than wine and sparkling wine, was not intoxicating at all, but it catalyzed the frothy pleasure of beer and brought the two closer.

Until Jack stood up apologetically, and stretched out his hand to Rose: "I'm sorry, Rose, I have to accept the exploitation of the capitalists."

"That capitalist is really lucky." Rose held the hand, which was warm, rough, and thin like a child's. "How do they plan to exploit you?"

"It's just serving the dishes, Rose, if I only make a living by painting, I don't have any extra money to treat a lovely lady like you to drink." He joked lightly, with a hint of slyness on his childish face, "If I don't serve the plate again, there will be no plate for me in the future."

Rose couldn't help laughing loudly: "Then... I wish you a happy serving plate, Jack." She thought for a while and then raised her glass, "Cheers to a good life with a plate!"

Jack also laughed and raised his empty glass, pressed his hand on his hat, and slipped out of the tavern with brisk steps like a breeze.

The boy with short blond hair and blue eyes disappeared, and Rose still sat silent in the cloud of smoke.Anne has always understood Miss very well, but this time she couldn't see through her thoughts at all.

In the tavern, there were still chatter and laughter.The women with bright make-up are laughing dissolutely and frivolously, and the men are courteously complimenting and teasing... The tone of the interior is brown and log, which is even more ambiguous at this time.

At this time, a door next to the piano was pushed open, and the sound of the piano fluttered and fluttered. A young and thin woman stepped out. She was wearing a black and white plaid dress, her long hair was tied in a bun on her head, and she held her hand in one hand. Akimbo, walking and singing between the gaps in the table.

The woman's voice is hoarse, deep, and magnetic.It wasn't until she passed the hat under Rose's nose that Rose noticed her features.

This woman is not very beautiful, much worse than herself.She was too thin, her chest was too flat, her eyebrows were too dark and thick, and her lips were painted too red. In short, this stubborn and arrogant face was full of aggression.

A very difficult, difficult woman.

Rose put a shilling in the hat, and said with a friendly smile, "Your singing is beautiful, and it definitely costs more than that."

The young woman smiled back at her, and Rose swore the smile didn't reach her eyes.

At this time, a 40-year-old man walked up to Rose and sat down, took the girl's hand and said, "Come and sit, little girl." He threw a hundred francs into the hat.

The girl avoided his hand without any trace, and sat down beside Rose with a tired look on her face.

The man smiled and asked, "Excuse me, two beautiful girls, how old are you?"

This damn rat-like yellow-haired old man regards me as a prostitute?I have to say that his vision is bad enough.Although she complained endlessly in her heart, Rose still smiled brightly: "Guess."

"Seventeen, eighteen?" The man was very interested.

"I have to say, you are still far behind, sir." Rose smiled with a half-smile, her manners were impeccable.

What a pity, the same blond hair, how can there be such a big gap?

"How old is this young lady?" Seeing that Rose stopped answering, the bald blond man turned to the singing girl again.

The girl's broad black eyebrows immediately frowned.

"25? 26?" the man chattered.

She curled her lips and replied, "I'm a different age every night." She spoke quickly and aggressively.After speaking, he turned his head away.

"Interesting answer." The man laughed, "How old are you tonight?"

The girl stood up and said coldly: "My age depends on the person I talk to. The more this person hates me, the older I get. If you don't leave immediately, I will be a thousand years old in no time."

WOW!Cool, handsome and domineering!

Although Rose didn't like the guy with the mouse face either, she would never talk to a stranger in such an impolite tone.

Rose, who has always claimed to be a female man, finally meets a real man.

She applauded and sprinkled flowers in her heart.

so handsome!Queen style!

Rose smiled gently at the angry girl: "It's really rude to ask a woman's age. May I have the honor to know your name?"

"Coco Chanel." The girl sat down slowly, her broad black thick eyebrows finally unfolded a little.

……

I rub it!The goddess is here!

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☆, Goal, make big money!