titanic heart painting

"I'm glad you found the right way to please Mrs. Brown, but..." Carl raised his eyebrows after returning to the room from the banquet, "Why didn't I know you knew how to draw?"

"Oh...about that." Rose said in the mirror, struggling with her corset, and she remembered Rose's words in the movie, no one of them understands me, no one cares about me, no one ..., she said calmly, "That's because you don't know me, and now you know at least one thing, that is, I'm actually pretty good at painting."

"I'm not... sure." Carl frowned suspiciously, and looked at Rose critically, "Or, do you think I didn't investigate you properly before I proposed to you? Apart from liking Picasso, I Why didn't I know that you have so many hobbies? Apart from the piano, I didn't know that you knew other arts?"

"It seems that you really did the pre-marital investigation well." Rose felt a little guilty, how did her predecessor know that Carl didn't care about her, and she clearly investigated so carefully.

"Well, it's necessary." Carl accepted Rose's words unceremoniously, let's just take it as a compliment.

"Then you can just pretend that I wake up without a teacher." Rose said casually, then she raised her head, her eyes were full of expressions that she didn't usually have, and she said confidently, "Anyway, if you want to believe that I Whether you know how to draw, you can help me take a piece of paper and a pen, and I will prove it to you."

For Rose, maybe in any other aspect, she doesn't care whether she is outstanding, whether she is outstanding, or whether she is recognized by others. She can accept all good or bad situations with ease, and face all evaluations and challenges with a normal heart. situation.

But painting is the only thing she desires to be affirmed by everyone, and the only thing she wants to fully express herself. This is related to her dreams and pursuits, as well as her emotions and soul. It can be said that it is the whole of her life.

Carl was shocked by the dazzling light in Rose's eyes at that moment. Although he was still dubious about Rose's ability to paint after recovering, he was not as aggressive as before.

He sat down on the sofa without comment, and sent his servants to find a painting set.

At the same time, with the help of the maid, Rose untied her girdle, took off her dress, and put on light home clothes. She immediately felt relaxed.

The only awkward thing is that besides the maid, Karl was present. She tried her best to make him ignore indecent behavior, but...it is said that the fiancé and fiancee are like this. I don’t know if it is true. She has reservations, and she will ask ……who?

"Carl, what about the extra meal? I'm starving. If you don't give me something to eat, I'll be so hungry that I'll eat the pillow, the bed, the table, the chair..." Rose threatened, rubbing her belly, He didn't care about the impact of the previous confrontation and his harsh words.

Rose's thinking is very simple. She can't compromise on the matter of painting, but it doesn't prevent her from asking Carl to fulfill the previous promise. She is so hungry!very hungry!very hungry!

"..." Carl raised his eyebrows.

"You're raising your eyebrows again, to be honest, don't be angry..." Rose whispered, seeing Carl nod, she continued, "Actually, when you raise your eyebrows, your entire forehead is covered with wrinkled wrinkles, which is very ugly. ,Do not lie to you."

When Karl was expressionless, he was still a little handsome, and with his innate aristocratic and arrogant air, he was probably comparable to those indifferent, domineering, coquettish and evil male protagonists in romantic novels, but he Those forehead lines on Yimei's face are really scary. It seems that he often frowns and raises his eyebrows or something.

"Dinner will be here in a while, you can sit quietly and wait for the painting tools now." Carl was a little stiff, and the words he said were a bit like gnashing of teeth.

"Well, you're still angry." Rose shrugged and didn't care. She jumped back, jumped onto the bed, rolled over, found the most comfortable position, and then turned around and accused, "You lied to me Well, I didn't hear you calling for food just now."

"I ordered it before." Carl said lightly, "I ordered it after I promised you."

"Oh...you are so considerate! What a nice person!" Rose praised without hesitation. She imagined that soon her mouth would be filled with delicious food, and she would roll on the bed happily.

"Hmph." Carl snorted coldly, turned his head away, he didn't want to admit it, but actually he felt a little sweet in his heart, which he had never felt before when he got along with Rose.

After a while, the food and painting utensils came up.

Rose gave a cheer and sat down to wait for the meal.

"Aren't you going to eat?" She asked when she saw that there was only a plate in front of her.

"I just had enough."

"Well, that's right." Rose nodded and began to eat the pasta on the plate, the classic spaghetti bolognese sauce, well, it was extremely delicious, she took a few bites, wiped her mouth with a napkin, and looked up at Karl said, "By the way, I actually want to tell you."

"Ah."

“I don’t like to eat medium-rare food because it looks a little bloody. Except for eggs, I like medium-rare with tomato sauce, and the rest of the meat I like medium-rare and above. I don’t have any favorite food The type and method of production, as long as I love it, as long as it is delicious, but there are two that I particularly hate, one is ginger, and the other is carrot, because it tastes weird.” Rose said, she didn’t want to treat her stomach badly, because Carl seems to be She likes to arrange food for herself, so it should be the best way to tell him what she likes and dislikes directly, she thought for a while and added, "I told me everything, and you also tell me what you like to eat and what you dislike. chant."

"I... like lamb chops, medium rare..." Carl said hesitantly.

"Ah, add a little mint sauce." Rose exclaimed, "So what you just ordered for me is something you like to eat!"

"Well... so you don't like it." Carl said blankly.

"No, no, actually... how should I put it, I understand how you feel." Rose scratched her head and comforted with distress, "For example, I like to eat half-boiled eggs, because at this time The egg whites of the eggs have solidified, and the yolks are sugary. You can eat the yolks with a spoon like pudding. Level fried a beautiful one for her breakfast, who knew she felt disgusted because she only ate hard-boiled eggs...you know what I mean?"

"Wait, you know how to fry eggs? You still get up early to fry eggs for your friends? Who do you invite to your house? Why didn't I know you have any good friends? You..." Carl looked at Rose suspiciously and asked.

"Stop, just think of me as a metaphor, do you understand the metaphor?" Rose said with some dark lines, "Besides, can you listen to the main idea of ​​what you say? The main idea is that it is very considerate to share what you like with others. Behavior, but also consider the feelings of others.”

"Yeah." Carl raised his eyebrows noncommittally.

Rose shook her head, lowered her head and continued to deal with the pasta. After a while, she finished a plate of pasta. She patted her belly exaggeratedly...

"Carl, can I have another plate?" Rose said shyly.

"Of course." Carl snapped his fingers and called a servant to tell him to bring some more food.

"Then let me prove my painting ability before waiting for my next piece of food." Rose stood next to the painting equipment at some point. She stroked the easel and made a sleepy sound. Obviously, although she Asked to find a pen and a piece of paper, but what Carl found was obviously a super upgraded version.

"You're welcome." Carl nodded.

Rose caressed the canvas with her fingertips, feeling the touch and texture of the canvas. Although she wanted to pamper these oil painting tools, time was a little tight... She suddenly turned her eyes and found a sketchbook from the painting tool box , took a charcoal pencil and sat by the bed, she knew what she was going to draw.

"Carl, please sit there and don't move." Rose raised her head and said to Carl.

"You want to paint a portrait of me? It will take too long." Carl said suspiciously, "Don't forget that you still have an appointment with Mrs. Brown."

"No, you have to have confidence in me. I'm not a rookie who just makes excuses for my poor skills. Believe me, [-] minutes is enough, just a charcoal sketch." Rose said confidently. Entering the state of the explosion of the small universe of painting, she carefully looked at the outline of Carl, as if she wanted to engrave Carl in her heart, and suddenly she added, "But it should be relatively simple. You have to consider the time factor, so you can't say I can't draw."

After a while, she stopped looking, buried her head and began to draw, without looking up at Carl again.

The black lines gradually appeared on the white paper, and Rose confidently used an unusually fast brushstroke to continuously outline the man on the paper. She carefully traced the man's cold and hard chin, and gently outlined some The mean thin lips, the straight bridge of the nose in one go... Finally, the eyes.

"Neng... Let's enjoy it." Rose said, handing the sketchbook to Carl.

"It's okay." Carl said lightly.

Although Carl said so, he was a little shocked in his heart. First of all, he didn't expect that Rose's painting skills were so exquisite, and secondly, he also didn't expect that she could see so many things from his eyes.

"..." Rose glared at Carl frustrated and annoyed, but is it okay?

"You proved yourself, so now I have full confidence in you to please Mrs. Brown." Carl nodded, speaking with some pride, he pointed to the new food on the table, "Aren't you hungry? Eat quickly Bar."

"Well, I got it." Rose lowered her head, and was eating her meal a little depressed. Maybe she didn't know Karl well enough, so she drew him down. An insult to her painting profession, but yes, she hasn't known Karl for long, and she really doesn't know much about it.

It seems that it is not easy to please Karl, let's find a chance to get to know him better.Rose thought a little casually in her heart.

In fact, sometimes people forget to understand others, because they don’t want the balance to be broken. To understand means to like it more, and of course it is more likely to hate it more. It is very common to gradually hate with the understanding.

But if you don't understand, you will never have the possibility of liking.

The author has something to say: Well, in fact, I am a little worried that the details will be too much ink, because I feel that I have written a lot of words, and I am still in the same scene. I obviously plan to finish writing this chapter for Mrs. Brown. explain……