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With Jian Yue's suggestion, Jack's eyes flickered for a moment, and he immediately spread his hands to show a calm attitude, "Well, it's only a semi-finished product, but it just so happens that I also want to hear a few opinions to help me improve it .”

Jian Yue smiled.

Rose said with great interest: "So what kind of subject matter are you painting?"

Jasmine blinked: "Is it really a sketch of a human body?"

"It's right there." Jack smiled mysteriously, stood up, and pointed to the place in the luxury suite that was once selected as a storage room, but now he has selected it as a studio as soon as he boarded the ship, "because If it is near the window, it is difficult to control the temperature and humidity, and this storage room happens to be idle..."

"Haha, Dawson is wronged. Next time the Titanic sets sail again, I will definitely order Andrew to add the studio part." Ishimei also stood up, walked to the door of the storage room, and turned back with a smile, "Okay, now Let the painter keep the mystery, and I will explore the way for the ladies first."

As he spoke, he opened the door slightly and glanced inside.

Suddenly, "Ah!"

The middle-aged gentleman let out a cry of unknown meaning, followed by raised brows and a slight smile in his eyes. He looked inside and said with a smile: "I didn't expect it, I really didn't expect it, Mr. Dawson, you would choose this scene... ... Ha, that's great, ladies, come and take a look."

As Ishme said, she walked in.

"The bad guy who tempts us." Madam Jasmine covered her mouth with her fan, looked at Jack, waited for the latter to blink ignorantly, then came to his senses, and raised her hand like a gentleman, letting the fat lady put her hand on his. On the arm, he smiled and walked to the storage room, "Come on, let's see the masterpieces of our handsome Jack."

Jack begged for mercy, "Dear Jasmine, don't make fun of me anymore, there are at least two people here, they are much more artistic than me."

Jasmine laughed loudly, "You are blushing, you must be shy!"

Jack had no choice but to cover his face cooperatively, but his blue eyes shone with a lively and sly brilliance, "I blushed because I was really worried that the two ladies would be angry because I didn't draw you pretty enough."

When it comes to beauty, girls are definitely the focus of attention. As expected, Jasmine was diverted and asked nervously, "Did you draw me?"

Jack snickered, "Of course."

"Let me see, it's not good, I'm going to beat you little guy." Jasmine mumbled, pulling Jack to go inside, "Rose, hurry up and come together."

Really envious of them, Rose raised her skirt and stood up, glanced at Carl, her big coquettish eyes flashed a moment of hesitation, then pursed her lips, and followed Jasmine.

Carl drank the soup in front of him slowly, without saying a word.

The voice in the storage room has not been heard since the three of them entered. From the low-pitched excited conversation of the ladies, it can be heard that Jack has indeed drawn a very attractive work.

I don't know what will be in the painting, it should be a painting with a story, Jian Yue was aroused interest.

Only he and Karl were left in the restaurant. Although the latter had been silent for a long time, it seemed that the medicine had taken effect for a while and returned to his senses, but Jian Yue still decided to avoid this kind of solitude as much as possible.

Jian Yue left the chair, wiped his hands with a cloth towel, turned around, and was about to walk towards the storage room.

Suddenly, a gust of cold wind suddenly stopped behind his head.

"..."

"Jack, you really drew me like a flower."

In the storage room, Jasmine's laughter could break through the ceiling. She happily looked at the painting hanging on the wall, which was half a meter wide and half a meter long.

This painting is a panorama of a banquet hall.

Progressing from the color levels to the center, the entire hall looks resplendent and magnificent, while gorgeously dressed people are dancing in the center, talking and laughing at the dining table, whispering in the corner, chatting and laughing.

The reason why Jasmine was so happy was because her character was sitting in the center of the dining table, her demeanor and demeanor seemed to be the soul of the circle, laughing and cursing, radiating all the ladies around her

They were all holding fans and wine glasses, chatting happily with 'Jasmine', it seemed that they were in harmony.

But Rose looked at Jack thoughtfully. Although this composition obviously intended to express a state of being surrounded by stars, the inexplicably exaggerated expression of 'Jasmine' and the overly rich colors made her almost The son thinks of a word.

--clown.

Wearing a comedian's mask, only the ups and downs of tears are covered behind the smiling face.

"Well, my idea is based on reality." Jack didn't want Jasmine to see this part of his emotional expression, so he pulled her and pointed to other characters, "Like Mr. Ismay, who is on the edge of the dance floor, and Everyone was chatting, and Andrew and Mr. Captain were dancing in the middle of the ball as popular people, and—”

she?

Rose's eyes widened suddenly, and she finally caught sight of herself in a dark corner. It was a silhouette, matched with the surrounding layers of curtains, it looked extremely inconspicuous, but it caught people's attention.

Because here, there is moonlight that is not found in other dark corners.

The cold moonlight shines on the girl's silhouette, and her hands are casually placed on the table. Her facial expression is slightly cold and hard, and she has a temperament that rejects people thousands of miles away, which is really brilliant.

The painter painted a girl so deliberately.

It made Rose's heart beat faster, and she not only blurted out, "Mr. Dawson, you really don't look like a half-finished product."

The red-brown haired girl looked at him with charming eyes.

Jack was stunned for a moment, and explained in a low voice: "This is because I haven't considered where to put the last two characters, and how to express them."

"The last two?" Yi Shimei looked at the painting with relish, and then pointed to a blank space on the canvas, "This is the scene you chose for them, the French windows leading to the sea and the back garden, a very good place , If there are two people in such a corner, many interesting things will definitely happen."

interesting?

Jack restrained his heartbeat because of this sentence, and said haha, "It's just because they are not the center of the banquet. You see, Mr. Miss Curter, even if she is sitting there, she is still eye-catching, and the young talents on the dance floor have been peeking at you all the time."

This is the real mind of the painter.

Bring out the hundreds of thoughts of the characters on the dance floor.

But Rose couldn't understand it, she could only look at herself in the painting with her heart pounding, and couldn't help but feel a little bit of sweetness, this kind of sweetness...

Although in fact, she originally liked Jian Yue's gentleness and consideration.

"You really prefer beauties." Madam Jasmine suddenly asked with a smile: "However, you and Jian Yue are not in this painting. I can understand that the painter doesn't paint himself, but what about this handsome guy, Jane? Give him enough space?"

Ishimei: "Hey, it seems that there is no Mr. Jane."

Jasmine looked at Jack jokingly, "Is the blank space in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows reserved for him? But you said that the two of you should also have your share? Haha, your relationship is really good."

It's hard to hide my guilty conscience.

I always feel that this madam seems to see something sharply in her stupid and sophisticated eyes.

"I'm just..." Jack raised his hand, pulling back all the hair scattered on his forehead, "I just didn't think about it, what kind of expression to draw, you know, the more familiar people are, the more they understand the expression , it’s really hard to choose.”

Rose asked in a low voice: "Think about what you were doing at the time? It shouldn't be difficult to draw."

No, it's too difficult.

thought Jack.

There was no way he could accurately capture Jian Yue's face in his mind. He was dazzled and lost his direction at all. Just like his heart, he was struggling and hesitant, unable to make a choice.

Ishimei suddenly asked: "Speaking of which, why haven't Jane and Karl come in yet?"

"……what?"

Should be a sharp object.

Knife?

Jian Yue thought to himself, in this comparison, the implication of the Chinese chopsticks to stop the spear really seems to be of a much higher level.

It's true that one should avoid being alone, but Carl really doesn't have the patience at all.

Jian Yue tilted his head slightly, and he could feel the cold blade approaching the back of his neck. He sighed and said softly: "Mr. Hockley, I believe this is the first time you have held a knife against a human vein. , do you know what the situation will be if this knife goes down?"

Carl pouted, "Do you think I don't know? Oh, when I was hunting before, I killed an antelope with my own hands."

"Antelope?" Jian Yue's voice was softer, "It may make you feel that there is a little bit of control over your fear of killing, but I believe that you will not really like the smell of blood and rust."

At least, Karl is still a fake capitalist now.

He snorted, sprayed his breath on Jian Yue's neck, revealing a vicious attitude, "I'm not crazy, it would be unwise to kill you at this time, just a little joke, Mr. Jian should not Will care."

Jian Yue turned his head, looked at Carl, and changed the subject, "Aren't you going to see that painting?"

"...You can disguise yourself better than I imagined. I'm afraid that even if I tell everyone about your crimes, and even expose your murder weapon to the broad daylight, you will still be able to get rid of it."

Carl didn't let go of the handle of the knife, moved his body, turned sideways, and stood in front of Jian Yue, his eyes were close to his eyes, stirring up his current thoughts in a provocative tone, "The devil from the east, Mr. Jian , between us, there is only a life-and-death ending, unless..."

Jian Yue frowned slightly.

"I've taken this game." Carl whispered, "Mr. Jane's dinner will be fresh in my memory, but I hope it won't be the last meal."

Then, he slowly raised the corners of his lips.

But his smile is more like ice that has been quenched with poison, and his eyes have an extremely gloomy and cold color when he is threatened by danger.

Jian Yue secretly had a headache, without Jian Yue Hei's ability to control the efficacy of the medicine and follow-up regulation, the little princess really learned quickly, and went astray all of a sudden, and really became black from the sesame bun.

This is Carl who hasn't completely blackened even when the Titanic sank and his life is at stake. Now he is not just a guy who just swarms with guns and chases after the hero and heroine, stunned by jealousy.

The scourge of Jian Yue, the black witch, really... Damn it, he can become the best dark mentor for every guy with the seeds of rebellion in the fastest time.

Sometimes, I really want to strangle him.

But it can never be done.