[Titanic] I can't help myself

My mother took my arm and led me to greet one passenger after another, and Carl followed us.Rose happily held Jack's arm. She seemed to be introducing the first-class passengers to Jack, her face full of excitement when discussing gossip.Speaking of which, I've never seen her take such an interest in these people before.

Rose is very keen to introduce her savior to every guest she meets. She did not say that he is a third-class guest, which makes some people mistake him for a rich boy. After asking some questions, Jack answered It was not a question, but he cleverly and decently changed the subject, blurring these questions.I guess he must be very nervous, but he did a good job, which made my impression of him better and better.

Apparently, Rose thinks the same way. Her hero is not only brave and selfless, but also humorous and adaptable.She looked at him more and more ambiguously.

Mother noticed this immediately, and she watched Jack's eyes change, becoming more and more disgusting, like seeing a pest that has been eager to deal with.And she quickly started to get angry.

"Mr. Dawson," she said with a kind smile on her face when everyone was already seated and the waiter began to serve appetizers, "Is the third-class cabin comfortable? I heard that in this ship The boat was fine."

Jack froze for a moment, but quickly smiled and said, "It's great, there aren't many mice."

Everyone laughed.I quickly smiled and said: "Mr. Dawson was very brave to rescue Rose who almost fell off the railing last night. Without him, Rose might not be able to sit here. Bucket never spared himself Therefore, I invite him to have dinner with you today, just to formally express my thanks to Mr. Dawson in front of everyone."

As I said that, I stood up and raised my glass to him: "Thank you, Mr. Dawson, thank you for your help."

"You're welcome, anyone in my situation at the time would do the same." He also quickly stood up and raised his glass in return.

Rose was very happy that I respected her benefactor, or sweetheart, so much, which could be seen from the joyful smile she could hardly conceal.And through my mother's eyes, I could literally see a storm coming.

After sitting down, I kept smiling, my lips did not move, and gently comforted my mother: "Mom, just tonight, please be patient."

But my mother ignored me, and after the appetizers were served, my mother continued to ask: "So, where do you live, Mr. Dawson?"

"Well, I'm currently living on this ship." Jack said frankly, "It depends on God's arrangement in the future."

"Oh, then how do you have the money to travel?" Mother smiled more and more kindly.

"Mom!" I begged in a low voice, nervously watching Jack's answer.

It seemed that Jack finally didn’t have to exhaust his brain to pretend to be a superior person. Jack seemed a little more relaxed. He was not angry at his mother’s aggressiveness. He rubbed his nose and replied patiently: “I work everywhere, and I travel by cargo ship. .But the ticket to the Titanic was won by luck by playing cards, very lucky."

I couldn't help giving Jack an approving smile.He smiled at me too, and turned to look at Rose again.

This passage is very beautiful, neither whitewashing my current situation, nor showing a little inferiority complex.I have to say, if he had been born in a better class, he would have accomplished a lot.

"Life is a game of luck." Mr. Chief Inspector summed it up immediately.

Carl had a different take on the line: "A real man makes his luck. Don't you, Dawson?"

Jack didn't argue with him, and immediately nodded his head in agreement,

Mother followed closely: "Do you like wandering around like this?"

This sentence obviously hurt Jack a little. I know his parents died young, and his life of being homeless and wandering around at the age of 15 must not be a happy experience.His expression darkens for a moment, but before I can say anything to make up, he adjusts.

"Oh, yes, ma'am, I like it. I mean, with all my belongings, I have a healthy body and paper to paint on. I like the feeling of waking up in the morning and not knowing what to expect." A chance encounter, or the feeling of where I will go. I spent the night under the bridge two days ago, but now I am drinking champagne with you rich people on this luxury ship."

Everyone laughed in good faith at his speech about fate.And Rose's eyes are almost bright, perhaps in her view, this kind of life is really a dream.

Jack seemed to be completely relaxed, no longer restrained. He turned sideways casually to let the waiter add some wine to him, then took a big sip, and made some noises slightly, but not annoying.

"Life is given by God, and I don't intend to waste it. You never know what will happen in the next second, so you can only live with it."

As he spoke, he saw Carl taking out a cigarette and was looking for matches, so he immediately took out a box and threw it high to him: "Here you are, Carl."

Karl was obviously taken aback by his casual behavior, and almost subconsciously caught the match stiffly, and then frowned heavily.

"Seize the time." Jack made the final conclusion.

"Well said, Jack," said Mrs. Brown at once.

"It makes sense, it makes sense." The gentlemen at the table also echoed.

The expression on Rose's face was extremely gentle. Like looking at her own prince charming, she looked at Jack affectionately, raised her glass and said, "Regardless, seize the time."

Jack looked back at her.The eyes of the two were entangled on the dining table.

The mother's eyes became more and more terrifying. I guess she must want to crush Jack like a bedbug now.I gently held her hand under the table: "Just tonight."

Mother sneered: "I hope he understands your kindness."

In the following time, Rose always quietly reminded Jack what to do every step of the way, talking in a low voice non-stop.I anxiously observed the expressions of my mother and Karl.My mother saw all the interactions between Rose and Jack. She looked at the two with extremely cold eyes, but she no longer acted angry, but I knew she must be thinking about how to talk to Rose. Si to settle accounts, or how to torture that ignorant kid.Carl's expression was very calm, and he seemed to turn a blind eye to it all, but every time I looked away from the two people who seemed to be in love, I would find him looking at me.

"What's wrong?" I asked him softly.

"Nothing." He slowly moved his eyes to his plate and continued to cut the lamb chops, "You seem very interested in Dawson?"

I could only laugh awkwardly, and I couldn't tell him that I was worried that Rose and Jack would get too carried away and irritate him and his mother.

Carl sneered and said nothing.

The dinner ended with a joke from Mrs. Brown about her husband.

"Well, gentlemen," the picket chief stood up, "how about a brandy with me?"

Then I saw Rose explain to Jack in a low voice with a slight mocking expression: "This is after-dinner wine. They will flaunt each other in the next room." Then she showed a disdainful smile.

The gentlemen stood up and thanked the ladies for their company.

I turned sideways and asked, "Rose, do you want to sit a little longer, or go back to your room?"

"No, I'll stay a little longer," she said, looking at Jack.

"Well, as you like." I stood up and said to Jack, "Mr. Dawson, would you like to come with us? We're going to discuss something that doesn't interest the ladies."

"Thanks, but I think I should go back," Jack said with a smile.

I nodded, thinking that dealing with us tonight must have exhausted him.

"That's fine, after all we're talking about business and politics," Carl said with a smirk, and pulled me out, "You won't be interested."

"I'll see you off." I wrenched my wrist out of Carl's grip.

"Thanks, but no, I'm not a lady," Jack said.

"Then, thank you for coming." I shook his hand again. "I hope you have a good night. Don't forget to consider my advice, my promise is always valid."

"Henry," Carl interrupted, "time to go."

I smiled at Jack again and turned to leave the restaurant.

The gentlemen played cards again, and the after-dinner entertainment did not change much wherever it went.I also participated in the poker game. After a period of training, I finally won't lose too much disappointment.

They casually discussed investment, and the impact of the country's laws on the economy.I kept silent and tried to understand every word they said until I started to doze off.

Patrick surreptitiously pokes me awake, "Hey, are you bored with me too?"

I rubbed my eyes, glanced at the cards in my hand—it was rotten—and nodded.

Fortunately, the game was coming to an end, I quickly conceded defeat, and Patrick, who was also defeated badly, left the poker table, changed to a small table, and ordered two glasses of wine from the waiter.

"So, which university do you want to go to, Oxford or Cambridge?" Patrick asked lazily.

"I'm still thinking about it, but I'm more inclined to Cambridge." I propped my forehead with my fingers, "Cambridge's engineering is slightly better than Oxford. But my mother thinks that the environment in Oxford is more in line with her wishes, cleaner and more comfortable. , so she prefers that I go to Oxford."

"Haha, the way the ladies think is always so weird," Patrick said with a laugh.

"What do you think?" I asked. "William went to Oxford and James went to Cambridge, so it's one vote short."

"What a coincidence," Patrick snapped his fingers, "I graduated from Lincoln's Inn."

"My lord." A waiter came to me and whispered in my ear, "Your mother hopes that you can go to the next room."

I nodded and said to Patrick, "Excuse me, my mother is looking for me."

"Come back early." Patrick winked at me, "I'll wait for you."

I smiled and shook my head, "Please, come on, you look like you're having a cramp."

When I returned to the dining room, my mother was still talking to the Duchess, and when she saw me coming, she pulled me aside.

"Rose is missing," she said softly. "Shortly after you left, she said she was going back to her room, but the maid told me she didn't go back at all."

"Don't worry, Mom, maybe she's just going on deck to blow some air."

"There's no one on deck either. I've sent people looking everywhere." The mother sneered. "She was seen going down with a young man. I think that young man is Dawson. You send someone to the third class." Look in the cabin, and if you find it, take her back to the room immediately."

The author has something to say: Thank you for going round and round, Jiang’s mines~ ummmada~~

I will write a very, very, very bloody plot in the next chapter or the next chapter. . . .I'm ready to be sprayed, but I've always wanted to write this plot. When the outline was first listed, this was one of the first plots listed. . .I just want to remind everyone, don't be too shocked when the time comes. . . .Although it's bloody, people just want to write it. . . .Hoo hoo, I'm ready for everyone's bricks. . .

Let me summarize the timeline of Titanic, according to the original movie:

On the 10th, embark

On the 11th, Rose discussed Freud, and Jack saw Rose for the first time

On the 12th, Rose will jump into the sea

On the 13th, Jack attended the dinner party and Rose went to the third class

On the 14th, the classic action of the bow, then painting, and then sinking the ship.