[Titanic] Rose is not shredded pork

Hey Coco.

She has been in the middle of bloody controversy all her life.Whenever someone questioned Ke Ke's debauchery, self-willedness, and self-centeredness, Rose couldn't help complaining: Frankly speaking, as a goddess, Ke Ke didn't cause any trouble for everyone, and then waited for the saints to rescue her. The fighters were almost wiped out--that's a very sense of social responsibility!

——The moment she becomes a brain-dead fan, the two components of reason and logic roll away, so let's ignore her.

When a person comes into close contact with his or her goddess, or even works or lives with the goddess for a long time, the surprise and sense of superiority in this person's heart are unattainable, especially after mastering the unknown internal information of the goddess.

During her stay in Paris as a guest, Rose spent all day in their hat shop. She lay faceless on the table, thinking hard and drawing design drawings. Coco's strong and domineering answer wafted in her ears:

"No, ma'am, it can't be changed like that."

"Please believe in my vision, this place must not be changed."

"The neckline can't be any lower. This kind of dress is not for seductiveness."

"No, ma'am."

"Anyway, I stick to my guns."

"It has to be done."

"...Ke Ke, you domineering little stubborn!" ——BY all the ladies and wives who have been taught by Queen Chanel to their heart's content.

Alas, Coco this guy...is a very, very, very complicated goddess.

Because it is complex and real.

As a local resident at the beginning of the 100th century, Goddess Chanel can live bravely, recklessly, unrestrainedly, and indulgently... In contrast, the self from the mother star [-] years later is really lame.

Mother Star, I have lost your old man's face TAT.

But fortunately, our Rose has a big heart and a fat body. Although she is far from "optimistic and cheerful", at least she knows how to resolve herself.

Although Rose is a rebel at heart, she cannot do the complete abandonment of tradition like Coco Chanel.The inherent moderation and gentleness of the Chinese people prompted her to find a balance between self-indulgence and tradition.

Rose casually gave herself a bowl of chicken soup for the soul: Humans, when we come to this world, we will inevitably wrong ourselves to adapt to the majority of people and this society.There are probably only two kinds of people who can achieve complete true temperament, or they are idols and legends standing on the altar like Coco Chanel, and their every move will be regarded as a standard even if they do not conform to the norms; or they are robbers, bandits and Crazy, neither of these two types take tradition and rules very seriously.

Alas, as for a layman like me who makes a living in society, I basically have to pretend, and I have been pretending, and I even have to pretend.There is fashion A, and there is fashion C. If the scale is not well controlled, wear B.

...In this way, it is not surprising that 24K pure female men pretend to be elegant and polite ladies.

After dissecting herself, Rose felt extremely excited, even hyperactive.Bursting with inspiration, she excitedly lit candles, set up paper and pens, and prepared to do a lot of work.

After drying for a long time, the pen is like paste.Rose had no choice but to silently draw a few H comics that were much higher in scale than kisses, and burn them on candles after they were finished, in order to pay homage to her mother planet.

On the way back to Rose Manor, Rose was full of ambition and high spirits-the vividness and lifelikeness of those H cartoons did not degrade at all.If it wasn't for the special times, she even wanted to cherish the collection.

But Annie, the maid, was in a very, very bad state of mind.

I thought that the mental exhaustion was caused by the exhaustion of the journey (ship, crossing the English Channel-train-car), but I didn't expect that after returning home, Anne's condition did not improve, and even had a downward trend.

For example, Anne, who has always been lively and talkative, has become more and more reticent.For example, she who likes to sing while cleaning is completely silent, and Rose often starts to wander when she sees her cleaning the house.For example, when she combed Rose's hair, she tore off a strand of long hair.For example, Annie opened the curtains of the library and looked out into the distance in a daze.

When the comb in the maid's hand hit Rose's temple again, Rose stood up imposingly, pressed Annie on the bed domineeringly and forcefully, and asked seriously: "What happened, Annie? Could it be?" You were raped in Paris?"

Annie stared blankly at Rose, and after ten seconds she burst out laughing, her black eyes showing kindness and vitality again.She pursed her lips and pushed away the hostess who was pressing on her body: "I thought you would ask me if I fell in love with some young man. As a result...you are really getting more and more fierce, miss."

Rose, who was getting more and more fierce, breathed a sigh of relief, and still said aggressively and condescendingly: "I'm sure you're not in love."

"How did you know for sure?"

"Women in love are beautiful, Anne."

"...Hearing you say that makes me heartbroken."

"Finally happy, that's great. Don't always have a sad face, or you will age quickly." Rose held Annie's cold hand, "Have you encountered any problems recently? Do you need my help?"

Annie's black eyes became as hazy as frosted glass in an instant, and she said softly: "I am making an important decision, miss. When I finally make a decision, I will definitely tell you first."

Rose nodded in satisfaction, and decided to let Annie's white rabbit go for the time being.

...It's been said that she is a female man==

Rescuing the lost (?) girl is a well-deserved mission of a female man (seems like something discordant has been mixed in?).

It is said that most of the chatting time is spent talking about others and gossiping.Gossip is human nature, let alone in a closed house like Rose Manor.

The servants who have no entertainment at all regard gossip as their only pleasure and life-saving straw.They have precise eyesight and keen sense of smell (with Mrs. White as a typical representative and one of the best), and soon discovered Anne's strangeness.In the spirit of entertaining the public, the servants used all means to magnify and complicate the situation, and finally forced the housekeeper, Mr. Black, to come forward in person and order Anne to do it.

Poor Anne looked downcastly at the helpless housekeeper, the servants with staring eyes in the kitchen, and the servants outside the kitchen and in the corner in the corridor... She straightened her apron and said with a wry smile: "I'm just thinking about resigning, Blake I'm really sorry, sir, for making everyone so worried."

Rose swore that she never heard any sign of apology from Anne's gritted teeth.

The lady eavesdropped on the corner and had fun, but the servants exploded.

"The clerk's daughter, being a maid is not enough, really..." Tom said lazily. He always smoked cigarettes when he was free, and this time was no exception.

"Shut up, will you go to hell if you are less malicious?" The cook put her hips on her hips, with an angry gesture of "if you dare to say that again, you will be cut off from food".

Annie raised her head and smiled bleakly: "Yes, I was born with nothing, but it's the same when I don't want to die."

Mr. Black frowned, and said after deliberation, "Have you encountered any troubles, Annie? Why do you have to leave?"

Mrs. White said sarcastically: "What's wrong with being a servant? In a few years, when Miss Rose gets married, you will be a personal maid. How decent, how enviable, relaxed and able to see the world, only ungrateful Talent is not enough!"

"I'm not ungrateful, nor dissatisfied!" Annie's eyes were red, and she raised her voice to argue loudly, "There is nothing wrong with being a servant, just as there is nothing wrong with being a miner, and there is nothing wrong with being a noble lady."

She took several deep breaths, her high chest rising and falling, as if the tights had cut her breath.After a while, Annie continued to say with a pale face: "But these are not what I want, that's all. I'm sorry, Miss Rose, I originally thought that after you got married, I would be your personal maid, like Mrs. White is so inseparable from the hostess... But I found that being a maid is not what I want, my dream is just around the corner in my heart, and I can't deceive my heart."

"No wonder you've been out of your mind during this time, just tell me earlier."

Hearing Rose from the corner enter the kitchen in a dignified way—the servants stood up quickly—watched the young lady pull Annie into a chair and sat down, and heard her softly say: “This is a free country, Annie. On the premise of harming others, you have the right to choose the way of life you want and bear the consequences for it. You don’t owe me or anyone, you have the right to make choices.”

"I will, Miss Rose."

"I'm not advising you to stay. Although I will be sad after you resign, I just hope that you will fully compare the pros and cons and think about the consequences."

"It's nothing more than a not-so-dignified job, and you might be discriminated against. It doesn't matter if you're called ungrateful and don't know what to do... I'm sorry, miss, I've lost my composure."

"Okay, there is nothing to blame. As I said, this is a country where you can come and go freely. Let those who talk nonsense go to hell." She glanced at the other servants, her eyes full of warning, "But then again, how many young girls have sharpened their heads, trying to find a stable job in a big manor house. After you leave, there will be room for other girls, and they will be grateful to tears Yes." Rose blinked, her smile was not forced at all, it was a sincere and blessed smile.

"Thank you for your understanding, miss."

After dinner, in the bedroom, by candlelight.

The shrimp-red curtains are embroidered with patterns of stars and moons, and the water is rippling under the steady burning candlelight.Rose changed into a short-sleeved white nightgown and sat in front of the mirror applying skin care products. Annie stood behind her and braided a large handful of copper-like long hair in her hands to prevent her hair from becoming unsatisfactory the next day. post.

"Have you decided where to work, Anne?"

"Think about it, miss. I'm going to be a secretary in the shop where Dad works. Of course, I'm sure I'll be scolded to death by him."

Rose suddenly turned her head, looked at her with a half-smile and said, "Honestly, Anne, are you willing to be lonely after seeing me and Coco open a hat shop together?"

Anne's pale face was flushed, she lowered her head and straightened the braids in her hands, and whispered: "Although this is wishful thinking, miss."

Her short, rough hands were held down.

When she looked up, Rose's big light green eyes were close at hand.

"I have always upheld the concept: as a normal person with sound limbs, if you wake up in the middle of the night and want a cup of tea, you should get it yourself instead of ringing the bell to wake up the servant. Wipe the spotless floor and furniture again and again, you could have done more meaningful things, at least to create value." The emerald eyes shone with a burning light, and Annie could see the flames burning and even hear the flames crackling.

She had the illusion that these gentle words were uttered by the young lady with her soul.

But no one listened, no one heard, and no one cared.

"Don't go to your father, Anne." Rose clenched her hands tightly, as if she could control her own destiny in this way, "I want to open a branch in London, a hat shop, your sewing skills are so good, This store is run by you."

Annie looked at her in surprise and smiled brightly.

"I'll make a good fortune for you, miss."

"That's right, blackmail those rich ladies and wives severely."

The hostess and the maid chatted eagerly all night until they were too sleepy to sleep, so they waited for tomorrow with burning eyes.

Tomorrow, tomorrow... What a beautiful word, full of trembling joy, uneasy expectation, and uneasy hope.

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☆、Troll James

Chpater9 Troll James

In her previous life, when she was 22 years old, plus the fifteen rainy British years in this life, Rose has existed in the world for a full 37 years.

——She has lived long enough and experienced enough, and many things have long been looked down upon, such as money, reputation, and other people's eyes and evaluations...

Others can't replace one's own life, and others' evaluations can't replace one's own cognition and positioning. The way to live comfortably is king, and everything else is just floating clouds.

Rose often laughs at herself: at her age, the only thing she can't afford to put down is chopsticks... no, only knives and forks.

But she sees clearly, sees through, sees through, and sees clearly, but it doesn't mean that everyone sees the same clearly—otherwise, there would have been no disputes in this world long ago, and it would have been full of positive energy of justice and peace.

People who can't see through and can't see through occupy the vast majority of the social machine, such as Lu Fu who holds the power of life and death at home...

"Your father's health is getting worse and worse. The doctor told me that he has completely lost hope of recovery. The symptoms are not obvious now, but within a year, he will have to rely on increasingly large doses of morphine for pain relief. We completely see Less than hope."

Lu Fuwo embroidered pillowcases on the sofa, each stitch was smooth and delicate.She was wearing a green velvet dress that matched the pink satin sofa.The back of the sofa shows the pattern of large flowers in the backlight. Violet, dark green, orange and rose are undulating in Rufu's thin hands, but they are as thin as the words spit out from the lips cut by a paper knife. Not so pleasant: "You have to grab James's heart as fast as you can and get him engaged to you as soon as possible. Otherwise, our property will be looted by the bloody limited succession law, Rose. Think about it, all The portraits, the silverware, the jewels, and the lovely furniture...all very expensive, and if you don't marry James, they don't belong to us, and you and I have to be clerks and tailors, Is that what you want to see, Rose?"

Rose lazily fiddled with her long gloves and said, "Think how delightful it would be to restock portraits, cutlery, jewelry, and furniture."

"But we don't have the money to buy it again, we won't have any more money!" Rufu crumpled up the pillowcase and threw it on the floor, blushing with embarrassment.

"I'm rich, Mom." Rose picked up the pillowcase calmly and flattened it, "You may have heard from friends in London that in the past two years, Miss Chanel and I opened a hat shop in partnership. The business is pretty good, we have been making money, and making more and more money. Now I have an annuity income. Although it can't let us live well, it is barely enough. Believe me, mother , I will not let you be a laundress."

She is very arrogant, which belongs to the arrogance of a female man in the 21st century.

Rose firmly believes that the money she will earn in the future will be enough to support a group of beautiful boys. (Think about it, in the early 20s, Coco Chanel owned several villas in Paris.) Back then, she had a man-like sense of direction and logical reasoning ability, and a man could read as much as he could. The rich posture of a man, the fearless courage of a man, the healthy body of a man, the broad mind of a man, the carelessness, carelessness and nervousness of a man... Especially after going to college and leaving home, I Watching the weather forecast on the mobile phone and preparing clothes for tomorrow, driving a car by myself on the "trafficked" street where traffic is full of drugs and curing the chronic disease of motion sickness, earning money and spending it by myself, grasping both novels and paintings, and gradually no extra men are needed in life Appeared, and then encountered a male creature to confess, the grass mud horses in groups of hearts would gallop and jump happily.

——What do you want?Aijia has already evolved into the man she wants to marry!If you can't marry (Dawu) a satisfied and compatible husband, you'd rather be alone all your life!

This kind of thinking, in this era, is indeed doomed to be alone for a lifetime ==

"Is your money enough to pay your servants and tailors? How can you guarantee that you won't lose money? Instead of doing such a degrading job, how can you marry James and be a carefree mistress of the manor?" Lu Fu snorted coldly.

"Is it like you are now?" Rose's big pale green eyes became cold, like frozen grapes, "I beg to differ, Mom. I know it's hard for you to give up your life now, but these things are very important to you." For me, it is dispensable at all. I will not try to make you change your inherent views, and I hope you will not impose your views on me, and hope that we can respect and understand each other."

"I don't care, I can't let my neighbors and friends gossip." Rufu got up and walked out, signaling that the dispute was temporarily over.

Rose shouted angrily: "Don't you look down on newmoney like James the most, dear mother?"

"James is different from the uneducated nouveau riche. He is trying to integrate into our circle. The current situation is beyond our choice. You have to marry him. After your father dies, we will not be kicked out of Rose Manor and lose what we have. everything of."

Double standards, typical double standards!Rose was beyond angry.

"Yes, for the loss of the glory of nobility, the fine jewels, the rich fabrics, and the gossip and insincere flattery of the ladies...you have won, mother. I promise you, I will do my best to fight with the noble James Don." Get along with each other." Rose clenched her fists tightly and stared blankly ahead, like a sailor staring at a shipwreck in a storm, "It is said that unrelated people are more likely to tolerate each other, isn't marriage all about making do and enduring? Of course, if I really can't get along with him, then you should be responsible for marrying him after Dad dies."

Rufu couldn't laugh or cry: "James is a good man, although he is a little older, baby." She was very satisfied with Rose's submission, although it took a lot of words to fight her daughter.

"That's right, he's only 25 years older, but he's still in his golden age of 40."

"At least he will become a reliable husband, guaranteeing you food and clothing, prosperity and wealth for the rest of your life."

"And make sure you have enough hats and skirts, Mom." Rose perfunctory disheartened, "Actually, I can provide you with all of these."

"Whatever you say, Rose, I can't handle your sharp tongue anyway. But I can assure you that James will make you happy as an honest and rich man."

Rose's mouth curled higher: "As long as I turn a blind eye to his flirtatious nature, and turn a blind eye to the malignant disease he may be infected with..."

"That's enough, Rose! That's not something a lady should say!"

Rose crossed her arms and squinted at Rufu: "It's the twentieth century, Mom."

If you have read the books of D. H. Lawrence (although Lawrence was born in a working family, the protagonists in his books are full of earls, barons, countesses, baronesses, high-ranking political officials...), you will find that in this era Men and women in the upper class have long stopped keeping the topic of "sex" secret.In young people's gatherings and salons, discussions about "sex", "human nature" and "instinct" are often carried out seriously.

Of course, people of the older generation must regard it as a scourge, such as Queen Rufu who has been a mother for more than ten years.

"Anjielia, Miss Beiqi's hunting outfit, she will go hunting on horseback with Mr. James Kemp in the afternoon." Rufu proudly ordered the new maid, and gave her daughter a sideways look, as if saying: Don't struggle, It's useless, baby.

Angelia obediently went to find her riding clothes.

"The riding boots need to be repaired, the thread of the hat is untied, and the breeches are missing..." Unlike Anne, who likes to sing while working, this new maid likes to talk and talk to herself while working.

Looking at the chubby but still pretty face in the mirror, Rose couldn't help but feel sorry for herself: "Do I have to marry, Angelia?"

"Of course you have to marry, Miss." The tall and strong Angelia said in surprise, "You are such a beautiful lady, you can't be an old maid...oh, I mean, you can't be an old maid. "

"If you must marry someone, I'll marry you." Rose wrapped her hair around her fingers, twisting and turning, "You won't refuse my marriage proposal, will you?" Her watery green eyes were like clear In the shallow lake water, he stared longingly at the tall and strong maid, with deep, profound and affectionate eyes.

"...have pity on my fragile nerves, please miss..."

... You are clutching your chest COS Mrs. Bennet is swollen, Angelia?

Riding boots, breeches, gloves, whips, hats, and rustling riding clothes with long skirts.

Rose especially wanted to imitate Ke Ke's appearance. She lifted up her skirt domineeringly and spread her legs apart on the horse's back.

Lift your legs, lift your legs...

In the end, I just rode up honestly.

The servants came and went, carrying chocolate cakes and drinks to the crowd who were about to go hunting.The hounds all over the ground barked in a low voice, restless, and also stained with the excitement of the owners, their pointed tails swayed like sea anemone tentacles.

White, yellow, and flowered hounds rushed down the slope, people shouted, dogs barked and horses neighed.

"Where is Mr. James Kemp?"

"The horses haven't arrived yet, and poor Mr. Kemp can only come at night."

...thank goodness!

The passage of time is always unexpected, beautiful, sweet, painful, and sad... Even the time when cousin James is not in Rose Manor is too short to make people sigh.

The hunting time is coming to an end.

Rose pulled the reins, slightly dazed in the surrounding twilight.

The sky above is blue, while the eastern skyline is gray, while the western sky is full of golden sunsets.

The cloud layer close to the horizon is dark lead gray, but the volume above the lead block turns into the golden red of candlelight, as if there is a gold edge of uneven width inlaid on the bluestone board. The contrast is so sharp that it makes the heart beat faster. Heart pounding.

Looking upwards, it seems that a small half of the sky has been sprinkled with platinum fragments, bright and dark, like crumpled velvet, with a soft texture and messy luster.

The velvet cloth is shining because of the afterglow of the setting sun, and if it goes up any further, the sun will gradually lose its power.The faint clouds are like thinned silk and cotton wadding, and some pieces even convey the traces of water waves and the rhythm of waves.The twilight is getting thicker and darker, the thin clouds above the head are gradually stained with the pink of a girl's cheeks, and the blue color of duck eggs gradually becomes the tone of the entire night sky.

In the blink of an eye, the pony under the crotch was replaced by a tall horse that is good at running, and the freckled and thin red-haired girl has also grown into a sensual girl, almost at the age of looking for a husband-in-law.

Rose has been touched by the sunset countless times, and this moment is no exception.

Faced with the magnificence of nature, human beings will completely lose their free will, leaving only passion, emotion, wonder and love.

The girl reluctantly walked towards the house - where order, rules and majesty were symbolized - her red hair was blown tousled, like the afterglow of the setting sun that did not shake off.From a distance, she heard the solemn tone——

"You must hire at least one more manservant, sir. It would be too disrespectful for Rose Manor if a maidservant is required to serve Mr. Kemp's meals." Needless to say, this is definitely Blake, the butler who strives for perfection.

"You're repeating the same old tune, Blake. Don't worry, it's not the end of the world. James is not an aristocrat, and he won't mind." As his health deteriorated, Mr. Bucket inevitably became more and more lazy.He squinted his eyes and waved his hands, with an expression of indifference, and then continued to close his eyes and meditate.

"You must dress up, Rose, I seriously remind you." Marriage is the most important thing in the life of a noble lady. Everything they have learned and trained before is for marriage Preparation.

Lu Fu sternly reprimanded her disdainful daughter, while secretly feeling: Educating children is really a difficult job. If the relationship between mother and daughter is not harmonious, this job will be even more difficult.

The electric lights were replaced in the bedroom not long ago, and the orange light of the incandescent lamps was brighter than the candles.

Rose quietly looked at the face in the mirror, trying to make an expression of an angry, cool, handsome and domineering female man, who knows... On this beautiful face of a mature woman, she was forcibly distorted into a An arrogant and glamorous magazine model.

Filled with righteous indignation, Rose pinched the three layers of soft flesh on her stomach.

Nima, she's so fat, but this face just can't take off the feet of a slut!

She grabbed the necklace and put it on her neck in a random way...

The gorgeous necklace submerged into the depths of the cleavage.

wipe.

After tossing and tossing for a long time, the necklace was stubbornly attached to her warm crevice. No matter how intimidating and tempting Rose was, the necklace still insisted on her cleavage not to loosen.

Seems to have grown to ECUP...

The woman mode is fully turned on, the chain is abruptly broken and slammed, and a short ruby ​​necklace is replaced, so there is no risk of sinking into the chest.

From the corner of her eyes, the beauty in the mirror frowned, her complexion was crimson, she was panting slightly, dripping with sweat, like the laziness after a cloud and rain, she was so sexy that she could drip water...

Do not open Sen!

She was a pure man in her previous life, and any girl who learns Hong Kong and Taiwan dialect will be hated by her all her life...

The image of the glamorous mature lady Yujie in the mirror made Rose feel sorry for herself and felt sad from it.

Do you have to rely on this appearance to hook up your future husband?

In a fit of anger, she grabbed the scissors and cut open the tights, and put on a pair of Arabic-style harem pants newly designed by Coco. Looking at the beautiful face in the mirror, she couldn't help feeling guilty, grabbed the scissors again, and held With a handful of long copper-like hair, "click" a few times, brush it hastily, and stride downstairs.

Of course, in the eyes of others, this kind of posture is called a person who is as graceful as a frightened bird, as graceful as a dragon swimming, with small steps on the waves, and dusty socks...

Mother star, don't you come in at the critical moment? ==

The author has something to say: I still feel that the scenery description is the most convenient ==

☆、Meet the male god again