[Titanic] How could the male lead be an angel

How could the hero be an angel 22

——>> "Have you ever seen a gentleman sneak into a library to read?"

Before I could say thank you to the gentleman who 'cut my love', the librarian came back with a silver tray.

There are white ceramic cups on the plate, white glazed spoons matching the cups, and several exquisite small plates. Each plate is a different snack, including biscuits, pastries, and shortbread.Rebecca took a closer look, and saw that there were biscuits in various shapes, including bears, dogs, and cats, which looked really cute.

She looked up at the administrator, who smiled at her, and Rebecca responded with a smile: "Thank you."

Looking at the dazzling array of snacks, Rebecca thought for a while, and thought that she should invite the gentleman who let her look at the Van Gogh album first to have afternoon tea together.

"Wait a minute, please," Rebecca said, stopping the administrator who wanted to leave, "I want another cup of coffee."

The administrator was puzzled by Rebecca's statement: "Miss, would you like two cups?" Black tea and coffee?

"No, I would like to invite..." Rebecca said and looked back, but there was no one on the bookshelf, and it was empty: "Huh? Where are people?"

Rebecca's soliloquy made the librarian even more puzzled: "Have any of Miss's friends come?"

He has been here for a whole day, and this young lady is the only one who reads the book. He went to get some refreshments just now, and when he came back, he didn't see anyone else.

Rebecca withdrew her gaze from the bookshelf, probably the gentleman had already left: "No, I'm sorry to trouble you."

Sit down and open the album, the first page is a brief introduction of Van Gogh's life.Anyone who has a slight preference for art and understands painting knows how Van Gogh spent his life in general, so this page is basically skipped, but Rebecca does not understand art.When she saw in the book that Van Gogh cut off his right ear due to mental illness, and drew a self-portrait of himself without the right ear, Rebecca's goose bumps all over her body.

Artists are indeed crazy.

The rich people on the Titanic would buy some artworks for collection in order to show their good taste. Carl also did the same. He bought many paintings by painters, and he had many at home, and he brought some of them on board.

Rebecca felt that there was a painter whose style of painting was indescribably weird. The human faces and images made up of beautiful colors were very strange. She asked Carl how to appreciate these paintings. She wanted to try her best to keep up with the taste of capitalists. , but Carl laughed and said that he thought the drawings were ghosts.

Rebecca asked him, "Then why buy these paintings?"

Carl replied that he bought the paintings just to please Rose, because Rose liked them.

Rebecca was not surprised by the capitalist's answer. Karl couldn't even remember the names of the painters who belonged to these paintings.

"Snapped."

In the quiet library where you could even hear a needle drop, there was the sound of a book falling to the floor. From the sound, the book was quite heavy, and it might be a biography of a celebrity.The administrator of the library glanced at Rebecca, she blinked innocently, and raised the picture album in her hand, indicating to him that she was not the one who made the noise.

Who is that?Is there anyone else in the library besides the two of them?

The administrator walked around the library, wondering if it was a mouse that accidentally knocked a book off?It’s okay if he’s the only one now, catch the mouse and throw it into the sea, and it’s over, but there is still a first-class lady, if she sees the mouse, after the news spreads, Titanic’s first-class The price will fall again and again!Even if not many nobles care about this library!

Rebecca was also a little curious about the sound, could it be the gentleman just now?But hasn't he already left?

She stood up from the chair and wanted to take a look, but a gust of wind blew in front of her, and with slight resistance, the gust of wind made Rebecca's body tilt sideways. Fortunately, she didn't hit the table, otherwise the black tea would be spilled on the table. It's not good in the picture book.

The library has no windows, only seat lamps and fireplaces. The humidity of the sea will make the books moldy and wormy. The designer is very thoughtful.

Where did the gust of wind come from?

Rebecca looked around, but couldn't come to a conclusion, was it her illusion?But how could the illusion touch her?

Confused, she was about to sit down again, but Rebecca discovered that there was a person hidden under the tablecloth of her table...!

"what!"

"Shh!"

Rebecca's scream caused the people under the table to quickly lift the corner of the tablecloth to silence her, but the administrator had already heard it, and he came over: "Miss, what happened?"

His eyes were glancing under the table, as if wanting to discover something, Rebecca turned her body to block the person under the table calmly, and covered him behind her wide skirt: "No, nothing... "

The administrator obviously didn't believe Rebecca's words: "But miss, I heard your cry just now."

"Yes... yes..." Rebecca rolled her eyeballs and said in a hurry, "mouse! I saw a mouse just now!"

She pointed to the bookshelf behind the administrator: "Behind you! It's gone now!"

The administrator turned around and hurriedly chased after the mouse. It was so bad that there were mice in the library of the first-class cabin!He has to hurry and get some rodent exterminators and rat poison!

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"Come out, he's gone."

The person under the table got out: "Thank you for helping me just now."

Rebecca was too busy looking for excuses to lure the administrator away, but now she took a closer look, isn't this man the blue-eyed gentleman who was holding the same album as her just now?But……

Rebecca glanced at him from head to toe, the tattered boots with holes, the thin coat that was already flimsy, and the white shirt with the collar that was starting to turn yellow... This man is really not a gentleman.

Seeing what Rebecca was thinking, the man grinned and showed his white teeth to Rebecca: "Have you ever seen a gentleman sneak into the library to read?"

Rebecca was taken aback by the man's self-deprecating tone, and then realized that he was saying that he was not a first-class passenger.Judging by his outfit, he might not be able to afford a second-class cabin. The second-class cabin on the Titanic is also better than the first-class cabin on an ordinary cruise ship. Of course, the ticket price is also the same as the first-class cabin on an ordinary cruise ship. A man is a third-class passenger.

She raised her smiling face: "Yes, there is one in front of me."

Passengers in the third class are not allowed to use the place belonging to the first class, as if to tell them how humble they are, they are not even allowed to go to the deck of the first class, let alone the library.Rebecca couldn't explain why she had to cover for him. He seemed to have a superpower that made others like him.

Rebecca's kindness towards him made the man extend his hand in a friendly way. She didn't look at the poor like a dirty garbage like other first-class guests: "Hello, Jack Dawson."

"Rebecca Gilbert."

Rebecca stretched out his hand, Jack shook it, and then pointed to the picture album on the table that Rebecca had spread out: "Do you like Van Gogh too?"

"inued"