The Adventures of Young Jack

"Perhaps you'll like some of the young men," Gatsby reassured him.

But those have become the norm in recent days.

Jack was in a trance, and it was time for the exhibition to begin in the blink of an eye.

Today, Jack took a good look at the venue arranged by Gatsby. If he didn't know it, he thought it was an art exhibition organized by a famous painter.

Jack looked at his own paintings on the wall, feeling proud and shy for a while.

But this bit of shyness disappeared when he found that few people present really came to see the exhibition.

Gatsby sent a few to make friends, and so did Jack, and the two finally found time to sit aside.

"Hawckley's no different from them." Gatsby swore it wasn't prejudice at all.

However, Jack just glanced at him, "So you wouldn't think of deliberately inviting him over to cut off my thoughts, would you?"

Gatsby was speechless for a moment, and then he followed Jack's line of sight and saw Carl who was concentrating on the painting.

The damned Hockley heir!

Gatsby, thanks to him, took a serious look at the painting for the first time, and then he quickly became more confident, "Why did you hang that up!"

He knew that Nick would come later, didn't this painting obviously make him unable to even enter Nick's house?Nick has asked him many times recently not to continue seeing Daisy, but Gatsby has not really broken up with her so far.

But when I saw this painting today, I suddenly felt it was ridiculous, especially when I saw the title below, called disillusionment.

This illusion is doomed one day.

Nick didn't press every step of the way, but in fact, looking at this painting, he knew what a pitiful ghost he looked to Jack in Nick's eyes.But the last thing Gatsby needs in this life is the pity of others. If there is no Nick, what a sad path he will take. He is beyond his imagination.

But he is very happy now.

If only that Hockley kid wouldn't do that to him.

"Mr. Gatsby." Carl bowed respectfully, and Gatsby naturally just nodded. He didn't like this guy at all.

Carl looks embarrassed, but Jack is a good friend who is understanding.

"I noticed that you have been looking at that painting. Is it more beautiful than the one I gave you?" Jack deliberately joked to ease the atmosphere.

"Your paintings are naturally good." Carl smiled, "It's just that the painting is so magical that I can't help but look at it for a long time."

"It seems that Mr. Hockley still has some insights?" Gatsby asked because he thought he would make a fool of himself, but Carl did have some insights this time.

What Carl said next only made Gatsby's face even colder.He must have been enemies with this kid in his previous life.Then he watched helplessly as his well-behaved nephew was kidnapped.When he saw Nick, he was really wronged.

The exhibition didn't make Jack friends with anyone else, but it strengthened his relationship with Carl.Gatsby hurts internally just thinking about it now.

"Have you dealt with your crisis?" Jack asked casually.

"It will be on the right track soon." Carl is obviously relaxed.The four months have also made him more mature.After all, before this incident, he was still a young master who didn't understand anything. He grew up relying on his family's money and didn't understand how difficult the world is.

"I think we can celebrate." Jack tilted his head and suggested, "I invite you."

Carl raised his eyebrows. He didn't think Jack had the money to treat guests. After all, he was at home all the time, and he refused to ask him to use Gatsby's money.

"My painting will be auctioned later." Jack smiled, "Even for Gatsby's sake, it can sell for a lot of money." He paused and said, "Although most of the I have decided to donate it, but there should still be money to treat you to dinner."

Jack has always had the idea of ​​donating money. As an orphan himself, he also thought of donating to the orphanage.Gatsby had no objection, anyway, Jack would not spend much money staying at home, and Gatsby could not afford to support him.

Anyway, it was such a happy decision.

At the auction 10 minutes later, the selling price was much higher than he expected, and the most successful one was of course the painting of disillusionment. Gatsby also said with a smile that more than half of the money in it should belong to him.

Jack didn't say anything, it was good that the other party didn't continue to get angry.Gatsby didn't really feel like talking about those things now.

Daisy, who was also invited over, naturally saw the painting, but she didn't seem to understand anything. Nick noticed that she kept glancing at Gatsby intentionally or unintentionally, and found it funny.

Gatsby had promised him no more parties because he no longer needed an excuse to see Daisy.

What can change in four months?Nick was pretty sure that at least he had been successfully bent.

As a result, Karl never expected that the so-called celebration venue was a bar, it was an ordinary bar, and the sound was so loud that it hurt people's brains.

Carl had never been to this kind of place, so he was a little taken aback when he saw Jack was only wearing ordinary casual clothes at first, and then he realized how strange he was in formal clothes.

"Aren't you used to it?" Jack leaned over to him and asked.Because the surrounding voices are loud, the only way to hear what the other party is saying is the only way.

However, Karl felt that the distance between them was too close, and he didn't even have the intention to obey, so he just said it was nothing.

Then he felt his hand being grabbed by the opponent.

Jack's hand was still too slender for him, so in order not to let the other party feel that it was too difficult to pull him, Carl hurried to follow.

Dancing in such an environment is the way he is used to.And he felt that it was very unsuitable for such a dance to be held in Gatsby's big house.

Forgive him for being a commoner in aristocratic skin.

Carl finally couldn't bear to leave when the opponent bumped into him for the third time.Jack thought he was angry, but he was just embarrassed.

So when Jack chased him out, he apologized sincerely, "I should have thought you wouldn't like it. It's all my fault."

However, Carl didn't say anything. He has become very strange recently. He hasn't seen Jack for four months, but during those four months, he couldn't help but think of this boy every day, and sometimes he even put down everything at hand to go. Look at his impulsiveness.

But he can't, he has promised the other party to deal with the crisis of the company first.

To this day, when he sees Jack again, he still can't help but be delighted, even if he is dragged to such a place, at most he can count it as a novel experience.

But now, by staying on that dance floor, he was afraid that he would end up crossing the line of friendship.

He understood his situation very well. His father would not allow him to have anything to do with a man, and Gatsby would not allow his relationship with Jack to go any further. To Gatsby, just being ordinary friends was already a kind of The result of compromise and concession.

Carl sighed, "I'm not dissatisfied." He turned to look at Jack, "Maybe we can go shopping elsewhere."

In the end, they still came to a small tavern. Of course, the place Karl was looking for would be much higher grade, and they finally found a relatively clean corner.

"Why do they all go through that small door?" Jack couldn't help asking after observing for a long time.

Carl thought for a long time and didn't know how to explain, "Solve physiological needs." He finally answered briefly.

"Eh? You know it's because you've been up there?" Jack continued to ask. This kind of thing used to happen often in his conversations with those rough people in the city, but now Carl saw his eyes and thought it would be an insult.

"Of course not, I have never been contaminated by these." Carl frowned.

"That's right, you usually only hook up with innocent girls." When Jack said it, he didn't mean to make him look bad at all. After all, when men talk about this kind of topic, the other party usually looks proud. As for his pride What Jack doesn't know.

But Karl's face just became more and more ugly, "Where did you hear that?"

"Uncle Gatsby gave me a piece of information about you. He seems to think that I will break up with you after reading your love history." Jack blinked. Did he say something wrong? Why did Carl want to eat him? look.

Well, as expected of Gatsby.Carl gritted his teeth and thought, probably the other party had already been wary of him thinking about Jack.

But that's good too, he had better let go earlier as the trap wasn't too deep, after all, Jack is now Gatsby's protection, and he can't afford to mess with it.Why did he actually start to praise Jack's previous status as a down-and-out painter?

"I think today's celebration can end here." Carl stood up and said.

In fact, after Gatsby expressed his attitude, he shouldn't continue to associate with Jack. This association will not bring him any benefits from the very beginning, and he doesn't know why he has persisted for so long.

Jack hung his head in frustration. No matter how stupid he was, he knew that Carl really didn't like today's celebration, or that he just made the other party angry by doing too much.

Carl took a look at his appearance, but still couldn't help reaching out and stroking his hair, "Master Jack, what's wrong with you?" There was a sense of helplessness in his tone.

"I'm sorry." Jack apologized and left. He found his bodyguard and didn't go back in Carl's car.

He had a hunch it was over between them, but he couldn't get Carl to say that.

Originally, their encounter was a mistake, and now this mistake is about to end.

"Wait!" Carl hurried over, just as Jack got into the car.

"Drive!" Jack seemed to be in a hurry more than him. Of course the bodyguard followed his orders. When Carl chased him there, Jack could only see him through the rear window.

Later, Jack did not write to him again, and Carl did not write to Jack.

A year passed while Jack was still painting and hanging out in New York every day.

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