[Titanic] I can't help myself

According to Acton tradition, the Boxing Day hunt is held on the third day after Christmas.We got up early in the morning to get ready, and set off on foot in a chilly mist to hunt birds at Acton's hunting grounds.

Mother and Aunt Violet didn't go to the game for lunch until lunchtime.The young ladies, acting as morale-boosting mascots, chose to accompany us to the hunting grounds.They can choose a gentleman and stand by his side to admire his marksmanship.

Rose chose Cousin Connery when she should have chosen Carl, but she seemed to avoid it.Carol followed her husband.Emily wanted to choose Robert, but was defeated by little Madeleine, so she had to follow Carl.While Uncle Patrick was not on the hunt, he was invited to visit a friend who lived nearby.What I didn't expect was that Rebecca would take the initiative to choose me.I don't know her very well. She has been in Acton for so long, and I haven't spoken more than ten words to her.

When we came to the first shooting spot, the servants were at the ready in the woods, beating the bushes with sticks to drive the wild birds from their nests.These wild birds flew around in a panic, I shot a shot hastily, and I also shot one.We hadn't had a Boxing Day hunt for several years, and there was no threat of death, and the ranks of offspring bred from ground game were strong.

Rebecca stood beside me. She didn't speak at the beginning, but watched me with great interest as I shot the prey after repeated defeats. When we walked to the next shooting point, she walked two minutes away. Come to me step by step.

"Earl Richardmond, you and I thought differently at the beginning." She said.

I glanced at her and said with a smile, "It's different? Can I know what's different?"

"The last time I saw you, you were less than ten years old. So all my impressions of you come from the letters Rose wrote to me."

I smiled: "Ah, I can imagine what she said in the letter. So, what do you think of me now?"

"I think you care about Rose more than you think she does."

"Are you praising my brotherhood? Then I accept your praise, thank you." I said half-jokingly.

Rebecca looked down at the road under her feet, "I must admit that although Rose and I have a lot in common—after all, we both have so many inappropriate ideas—but I still have to say, Rose Sometimes it's too extreme. She is dissatisfied with her life and wants to change the status quo, but doesn't know what to do. So she appears anxious and sensitive. She misunderstands you a lot. In this case, you are still willing To tolerate her and take care of her is really rare."

"If you go on talking, I'm going to be embarrassed." I raised my hand and pressed the brim of my hat to block the slightly glaring sunlight from the rising sun in front of my eyes, "Although she always quarrels with me, I know her He also loves me. After all, we are relatives connected by blood."

"You are a very generous man. Well, actually, Lord Richardmond, I have something else to say to you."

"Call me Henry, as my sister's friend, you may call me that."

"Okay, Henry." She turned her head to look at me, showing a bright smile, a few strands of hair were blown across her face by the morning wind, she took off her gloves, carefully tucked her hair into the hat and tidied it up.Rebecca has a pair of beautiful hands, with thin and long fingers, and her well-maintained nails have a pearl-like luster. When she tilts her head slightly to arrange her hair, the sharp curve of her chin looks exquisite from my perspective. It's like a work of art.I couldn't help but sigh in my heart.

Although I'm gay, it doesn't affect my appreciation of beautiful things.Seeing me looking at her, Rebecca smiled at me generously. I turned my head a little embarrassed, but saw Carl who was walking in front looking back at me. When the eyes met, he smiled at me , and turned back to talk to Emily.

I was in a trance for a moment before I remembered our conversation just now.

"So what do you want to tell me?"

After tidying up her hair, Rebecca put on the gloves again, looked at the distance ahead, and said: "I have talked with Rose a lot these days, and through these, I feel that although Rose is confused and Contradictory, not sure what exactly she wants, but at least one thing is certain, and that is that she does not want to marry Mr Calhockley."

"I don't think it's strange that you talk about it." I laughed. "After all, we all know that this marriage is Rose's biggest worry right now."

"Then what do you think?" Rebecca asked, "Rose doesn't like Mr. Hockley, and in my opinion, Mr. Hockley doesn't have any special feelings for Rose. If that's the case, why still To marry Rose to him? I see no possibility of happiness in such a marriage."

I was silent for a while, and said, "Did Rose ask you to ask these questions, or is it your own opinion?"

"Rose has such a question, but this is what I want to ask. Rose is my friend, and I can't just watch her fall off the cliff." Rebecca said frankly.

At this time we had reached the second shooting point, and the servant was loading the gun barrel with ammunition. I asked him to avoid it for a while, and then said to Rebecca: "I think you may know that this marriage was not of my will. In fact, I didn't approve of it from the beginning. So, what else do you want me to do for Rose?"

Rebecca said: "You can persuade Countess Richardmond to give up this marriage."

"I tried, but it didn't work." I paused, then continued, "But I think what you're trying to say is that you want me to help Rose fight against her mother."

"Why not?" Rebecca pointed out bluntly, "Since you know it's wrong, why can't you resist? Your mother is pushing Rose into the fire pit. I'm sorry I used such a description, Why can't you drag her back and save her life?"

"Miss Rebecca," I said sternly, "Mother and Rose are my family members, and I care about each of them, so no matter what the reason is, I don't want to hurt the other for the sake of one of them." heart. Even if this matter seems just to you, it is far from worth hurting my family for it to me.”

"Furthermore, it was Rose who agreed to Karl's marriage proposal. No matter what the mother said to her, it was her own decision in the end. Although I tried to appease her during the process, I never I have never encouraged or persuaded her to accept this marriage, and likewise, I will not try to persuade my mother to change her mind now." I continued, "Also, this may sound cruel, but if Rose herself She doesn't even have the courage to do something, why should she expect me to fight her mother for her, this is her life after all."

After listening to what I said, Rebecca lowered her head slightly with a thoughtful expression.

"You can tell Rose what I said." I said, "Actually, I think that Rose sometimes seems to be fighting for the sake of fighting. She doesn't even know what the outcome of her fighting is. After all, even without Carl Hockley, there will be others, and she will always marry. And in this class, you know, it is more difficult than picking a star for a perfect love and marriage that fits her fantasy."

Rebecca didn't speak any more, and watched me quietly as I shot into the sky one after another.When this shooting point was over and we were about to drive to the next shooting point, she suddenly said: "Henry, what you said is very interesting, I will tell Rose." He trotted into the ladies' car.

I climbed into the truck, and as soon as I found a seat to sit, Carl moved to sit next to me.

"You seem to have a good time chatting with Miss Rebecca." He took a cigar from his pocket and lit it.

"Yes, she's a very interesting girl." I straightened my legs, relaxing the muscles in my legs, and flexing my toes to generate a little heat.The dead grass in the hunting ground is damp, and after standing in it for so long, I feel the chill have penetrated my boots, making me feel like my toes are going to stiffen.

"And she's pretty, isn't it?" he continued quickly, "when you look at her, your eyes go straight."

"Oh, not so exaggerated, Carl, but she is beautiful."

Carl took a deep puff of the cigar and slowly exhaled the white smoke, "Do you like her?"

"A little bit." I nodded, "She's a very worthy lady."

Carl smoked his cigar quietly, and when he finished, he suddenly said, "Aha, do I have to congratulate you, Henry, congratulations on your first love, maybe the future Countess of Richardmond is about to be born?"

I blinked my eyes, and felt that he was a little confused, "I don't have any romantic feelings for Miss Rebecca. I just think that if we communicate deeply, we might become good friends."

"Best friends?" Carl repeated, looking me in the eye. "Just good friends?"

"At least for now. Who knows what's going to happen in the future," I replied, "So what the hell are you trying to say, Carl, I don't really understand what you mean."

"It's nothing." He said in a relaxed tone, "However, facing such a beautiful girl, I only want to be good friends." He smiled softly, "Henry, you are still a young girl." Big kid. Ah, by the way, how many did you just shoot? I saw you keep shooting into the sky."

The author has something to say: Fuck, the project will be handed over on the [-]th, what should I do if I haven't finished it yet. . . .Today I was in the library to finish the project, and I didn’t go to bed until three o’clock for several days. I sat for a long time today, and I almost fainted when I stood up. . .

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