titanic heart painting

The author has something to say: the hands are a little raw, and the writing of this chapter is not satisfactory.Please give more comments, a certain fan is easy to change.

Rose and Carl went into the cabin.

Piano players and violinists are playing melodious music, and the rich and top aristocrats from all walks of life drink tea and chat in this beautifully decorated place.

"The purpose of going to college is to get a rich man..." They just sat down at a table, only to hear Mrs. Bucket showing off with other ladies not far away, "Rose has already achieved this." .”

Rose looked at Carl, who was sitting in front of him drinking tea, calmly, and felt embarrassing.

She said her mother, even if this is indeed true in your opinion, don't say it so bluntly, especially when both parties are present, it will sound very embarrassing.

But although Rose felt embarrassed, she was not very disgusted. Isn't it the most normal thing for a mother to show off her daughter? When the mother cares about her daughter and feels that her daughter makes her face, she will mention her daughter in front of everyone from time to time. , enjoying the envious eyes of others.

But embarrassment is always there.

Fortunately, because of Mrs. Brown's arrival, they did not continue their chat.

"Hehe, this creme brulee is not bad, do you want some too?" Rose smirked awkwardly, trying to change the subject, she pretended to be concentrating on the small tray in her hand, scooped a spoonful, Stuffing it in his mouth.

"Okay." Carl nodded, motioning for Rose to feed him the spoonful of pudding.

"Huh?" Rose was stunned for a moment, her small mouth was slightly opened, and the soft light yellow pudding just stopped in front of her pink lips, neither advancing nor retreating.

Carl's eyes darkened, and he felt the heat in his lower abdomen rising, and he almost couldn't help but grab the little woman in front of him and kiss her hard in front of the public. Fortunately, the remaining reason reminded him that he couldn't because of Impulse, become the talk of others after dinner.

"Why, are you reluctant to give it to me?" Carl leaned forward and said with his chin resting.

In fact, Rose did not go to college, and he didn't care. Of course, aristocratic girls who went to college did add a lot to their marriage, but what Karl needed was not a college degree, but a person who could stand shoulder to shoulder with him, thinking independent woman.

Rose's performance before made him think that he was mistaken, because before Rose, independent is independent, smart is smart, but there is always a feeling of being smart, her self-willed and uninhibited, gradually smoothed out His patience with her, although he is willing to wait, but his mood has changed from the anticipation before the proposal to the patience after the proposal.

And the current Rose is the woman who really fascinated him and attracted him. She is smart and rational. Although she looks a little confused sometimes, this kind of appropriate stupidity makes her even more lovely.

"There's nothing to be reluctant about. Here, I'll give you all." Rose said as she handed over the entire plate, ready to ask the waiter to take another.

Carl shook his head, insisting that Rose feed it herself.

Rose's face turned red all of a sudden, she poked her head around and looked around, thinking that there should be no one watching, then handed over a spoonful of pudding trembling slightly, she passed the spoon quickly, and decided to make a quick decision, so that people The chances of onlookers are much smaller.

But Karl refused to let Rose get her wish. He slightly parted his thin lips, slowly sucked the pudding in his mouth, and squinted his eyes, as if he was savoring the deliciousness.

"Hey, let me say, isn't it just a mouthful of pudding? Do you think it's like shooting an advertisement." Rose rolled her eyes a little unbearably, and she looked around uncomfortably.

"Well, it's not bad, let's have another sip." Carl ignored Rose's small complaints, and he really enjoyed the feeling of being paid attention to by his little fiancee.

"You can't eat by yourself if you have hands and feet." Rose dissatisfied, she dug up more than half of the pudding in a mischievous manner, thinking that one more bite of pudding would be gone, and see how you want me to feed you.

Carl obeyed Rose in a funny way, and was stuffed with a mouthful of pudding without any image. Although the pudding was smooth and smooth, he swallowed it quickly, but there was a contrast between his usual serious and serious face, which was swollen like a bun. cute.

Rose was at a loss, she didn't know what was wrong with her, but when she saw Carl's conniving and doting eyes, she suddenly felt a little palpitating.

They finished their meal and got down to business.

"I have asked someone to pack up Picasso's paintings, jewelry... valuables, and for the convenience of carrying, I asked them to dismantle the frame and roll it into a scroll, which may damage the painting a little, but it is better than sinking into the bottom of the sea. , it’s much better..." Carl motioned Rose to approach him, and then whispered in Rose's ear, "I don't need so much cash, I took two volumes, a total of [-] dollars, which should be enough. I Sell ​​all the shares of White Star Company, and..."

Carl revealed all his plans and practices. Although in his heart, women don't need to care about these things and let him control everything, but Rose made a special request before, and Carl didn't want the relationship between the two of them to gradually improve. Sometimes against Rose's request.

"Have you prepared the supplies for escape?" Rose thought for a while and said, "Although there are lifeboats, we are at sea after all, and anything can happen. What if we end up on a deserted island? Fresh water, food, medicine... There are also various tools, such as knives, flints, and ropes, etc., which are all necessary."

"I just asked people to prepare enough fresh water and food..." Carl was stunned for a moment, and then suddenly realized why he needed medicine and other disaster relief supplies and tools. He couldn't help but take a deep look at Rose.

"Look, it's a good thing I reminded you." Rose said with bright eyes, as if seeking Carl's praise.

"Yes, baby, thank you for reminding me." Carl hooked Rose's face, and kissed her lips lightly. This kiss was not aggressive, but it made people's hearts thump even more .

Rose subconsciously stroked the place where she was kissed. For some reason, there was a tingling sensation on her lips like an electric shock.She stared blankly at Karl, who was sitting upright and whispering instructions to the servant, and she was fascinated unconsciously.

"If you look at me like that again, I'm going to take you back to the room now." Carl had finished his work at some point, and looked at Rose in a leisurely manner.

"Huh?" Rose came back to her senses, and immediately reacted, pointing at Carl and scolding, "You rascal with a brain full of yellow waste."

"It's your thinking." Carl raised his eyebrows. He didn't know that his fiancée had such advanced ideas. He said with a smile, "I didn't say what I was going to do when I went back to the room."

Rose's face turned red immediately, her eyes flicked around, she didn't dare to look at Carl again, what, you said it was so ambiguous.

Evening

In the exquisitely decorated banquet hall, Rose and Carl were seated together.

"Miss Rose, I heard that you are afraid that the Titanic will be in danger." Bruce said proudly, "No, no, you don't have to worry at all. The Titanic is an unsinkable ship. I can guarantee that she will never sink." won't sink."

"Sorry, Mr. Bruce, I didn't question the meaning of the Titanic," Rose said with a smile, "but don't you think we should have a longer travel time to better understand the luxury and magnificence of the Titanic?" Is it? Based on this, I think everyone will wish that the speed of the ship can be slowed down."

"Miss Rose is right, but I think if the Titanic can reach the destination half a day earlier, it will prove the greatness and uniqueness of this ship." Bruce retorted.

Rose was about to say something when Carl interrupted her.

"We understand Mr. Bruce's words. The Titanic is indeed an amazing ship, especially after using our steel, it will never sink." Carl helped Rose cover the bread with caviar and handed it to her. "Come on, honey, let's eat."

Rose obediently took the bread and tasted it. Yes, if Bruce can be persuaded through words, Carl must be better than her. Okay, but unfortunately, she is not a scheming person who is good at intimidating and luring to achieve her goals. She really can't think of any way to slow down the boat without exposing herself.

Thinking that countless people will die in this accident, and although she knows what will happen in the future, but she is powerless, Rose can't help feeling a little depressed.

Suddenly Rose felt her hand being gently held. It was Karl, who still had the expression of a capitalist, talking about business and politics with others, but quietly comforting Rose where no one else noticed.

Rose suddenly felt healed.

In fact, she does not need to blame herself. The sinking of the Titanic has nothing to do with her. She is just a little traveler, not a saint or a savior. She has tried her best to stop it, but the wheel of history is too big and cruel. , all kinds of causes and effects are inextricably linked, she is really helpless.

Although Rose now felt sad about the coming disaster, she gradually felt less guilty in her heart.

"Rose, I really like the portrait you drew for me last time." Mrs. Brown said cheerfully, "I showed it to other people, and they all said it was a good painting, thinking I hired a famous painter drawn."

"I'm not that good, as long as you like it." Rose replied with a smile, she was already happy in her heart, although before time travel, as a well-known painter, there were many people who expressed their love for her works , but every time I am affirmed by others, my heart is still very sweet.

"It turned out that the portrait was drawn by Rose." Mr. Andrew was surprised. Mr. Andrew was one of the chief designers of the Titanic. He was smart, humble, full of justice, and had a good personal relationship with Mrs. Brown. "The brush strokes are mellow. Delicate, the painter should have been immersed in painting for many years, I thought it was done by a famous artist, Mary, you still pretend to be mysterious to let me guess! How can I guess right. "

"Hehe, you're right if you don't guess correctly. Carl, you are really lucky." Mrs. Brown winked at Carl, "Rose is not only beautiful, but also very talented."

"Of course I know that." Carl said with a smile, while looking at Rose, he whispered in Rose's ear, "You want to draw a portrait of me too, Mrs. Brown has me but doesn't."

"What's more, you were the one who questioned my ability first, and didn't I draw a sketch for you?" Rose pouted and said dissatisfiedly. Suddenly, a flash of inspiration flashed in her mind, and she thought of Carl who had observed in the morning For so long since her debut, she always paints landscapes and real objects. Even if she paints portraits, she chooses people with stories to capture the imprints left by history on them. With a mischievous smile, "It's okay if you want me to help you draw, but you have to listen to me how you want to draw."

Carl nodded hesitantly, not knowing what Rose's words meant.

"I really believe in your promise, but it's too late to admit it." Rose patted Carl on the shoulder and said kindly.

"As long as I make a promise to you, I will do it no matter what." Carl looked deeply at Rose and promised.

"That's good." Rose said while enjoying the foie gras and truffles on the plate, she tried her best to bury her head in the food, so as not to let others see her uncontrollable smirk, hehe, Carl's shoes, I don't know When the time comes when she makes him strip naked to be a model, will he still be as calm as he is now?