[Titanic] True Love Is Eternal

When I arrived on deck D, the door of the iron fence was immediately pulled open by the service staff outside the elevator.There are mirrors installed in wooden shelves on both sides of the elevator, and I can always pay attention to whether my damp hair is unnatural in it.Other than getting a little darker, there's almost nothing wrong with my hair if nobody's noticing.

When going out, there was a busy flow of people, and some first-class passengers who had just come up from the Nomad entered the elevator under the leadership of the flight attendants.Several guests who were close to me smiled politely when they saw me, and I nodded slightly with the same smile.

Being unfamiliar with this place, I calmly followed a lady in a goose-yellow dinner suit to the reception hall, but soon realized that I had gone the wrong way, because the lady was obviously going to the reception hall to find someone who had just boarded the ship. Passengers reminiscing about the past.If I hadn't come to pick someone up, being single would have been extraordinarily conspicuous.

Of course, if the passengers hadn’t already boarded the ship, the Nomad and the Traffic ferry had left, and the Titanic had been restarted for a while, I could pass through the reception hall and walk to the door of the first-class cabin in my current attire. disembark.

I looked at the classical door leading to the outside of the reception hall, squeezed the fan tightly in my hand, and shook my head regretfully in my heart.I turned and walked slowly out of the reception hall, because the handkerchief tucked into my shoes made me uncomfortable, I was walking almost on tiptoe, as if I was practicing my dance moves.

The color of the rug underfoot begins to change, from an earthy monochromatic light gray to white woven with black patterns.I observed everything here calmly, and I gradually ignored the female guests wearing Victorian-style tunics, or the men in tuxedos.

The lights above the head and the lights on the walls are so bright that all the details here are revealed.As I stepped out of the reception hall, I could see the grand oak staircase descending from the upper deck, with gilt wrought iron supporting pale oak paneling.At the lowest point of the handrail on the D floor, there is a rotating candlestick, and the candle lamp on it is on, emitting a warm yellow light.

I avoid the wicker chairs on either side of the grand staircase. This is a small restaurant where the waiters come and go, offering pre-dinner drinks to those who have just sat down.Walking under the candle light, I stepped on the stairs, stretched out my gloved hand to touch the carved patterns on the stairs.

Even through a layer of fabric, I can feel the roundness and delicacy of the oak reliefs, and the artworks entwined with flowers and branches slip through my fingers. There is hardly any engine sound here. This sea palace did not bring this gorgeous place. A little quiver.When I go up the stairs and look down at the banister, I have to believe that we are actually on land at this moment, attending a gorgeous banquet in the Louvre.

"It's very pretty, isn't it?"

A warm voice suddenly sounded beside me, and I looked up to find a man standing next to me, wearing a dinner-standard white bow tie tuxedo, his gray hair combed back obediently, and a gentle look on his face that looked a little older. Smile and look very friendly.He seemed to have just come down the stairs above, and he happened to be on the same flight of stairs as I was going up, which brought us just in time to meet face to face.

My hand was still on the oak armrest, I raised my head and said with a big smile, "It's so ingenious, this is one of the most beautiful works of art I've ever seen."

"Great praise." The man approaching middle age couldn't help but say happily, as if I was not praising this staircase, but himself.He introduced himself, "Thomas Andrew."

"Nice to meet you, Emily." I held out my hand, and he gave it a graceful squeeze before releasing it.

"I'm glad you like Titanic." The corners of Andrew's mouth rose sharply, showing a sincere and lovely smile.

It is obviously inappropriate to describe a middle-aged man as cute, but I really can't find a more suitable adjective.

I would have liked it better if it hadn't sunk, I continued with that reserved, friendly smile, "Everyone will be captivated by this ship, Mr. Andrew."

"I hope so. It is the pride of the workers in the Harlan Wolf Shipyard, and it is also my pride." Andrew turned his head and looked down, watching the guests coming down the stairs peacefully. This is the first time this ship has welcomed. First batch of passengers, everything here is so new and clean, even I may be the first passenger to touch the handrail of this section of stairs.

"Are you the engineer of this ship?" I suddenly remembered the name, one of the designers of the Titanic and the chief shipbuilder.He doesn't look like any of the characters in the movie, and to be fair, he's much handsomer than the characters in the movie.

Then for the first time, I fell into a weird self-doubt. Did I travel through Britain a hundred years ago, or Cameron's movie?Or they have become so confused that even the time itself can't tell.

"Yes, one of the most insignificant workers among the shipbuilders." Andrew nodded, humorously teasing himself, "Now we are collecting passengers' comments on the experience of this voyage."

I think he absolutely doesn't need my real evaluation, I wish I could break open the gangway door immediately and jump from the boat into the sea.

"It's very luxurious, beautiful, comfortable, and magical." I took my hand away from the armrest, and kept looking up, from its bronze railing to the gilded decoration, to the top, the huge wrought iron support Light from the dome.

This reminds me of the appearance of the ship a hundred years later. In the deep sea, the photo is covered with a layer of gray-green color, and the broken hull is hidden in the silt, which has become one with the ocean.

"Amazing?" Andrew looked up like me, with a smile on his lips, "My wife also said the same, this is a magical ship, maybe when my daughter grows up, I will take her to sit on the Titanic. "

Ride the wreck of the Titanic?The premise is that you can still fish it up.

"Is Miss Emily alone? Where are your parents?" Andrew asked amiably like an elder.

"I was traveling with my uncle, and he was resting in the cabin due to seasickness." I composed some insignificant lies calmly, and my mind was already counting the time when Cal Hockley led the picket team up.I kicked hard, he should have been kicked until he couldn't get up, so the old poodle came here to look for it.The problem is that only Carl, who can't get up, can see what I look like. There is no photo and Jack's drawing skills. It is not easy to find me on the fifth deck where VIPs gather.

By the time he's able to move again tomorrow, I've jumped out of the boat and climbed ashore, so I'll be safe for the time being.

"It sounds uncomfortable. His evaluation of the Titanic may not be as good as yours." Andrew said with deep understanding. For a moment, his right hand seemed to be holding something, but he quickly realized that when he was wearing a tuxedo, His hands could hold nothing but a pocket watch.

"For him, no matter what the ship is, the evaluation is very average, including the Lusitania." I continued to chat with him calmly. A person is more conspicuous, and having a man next to me will make me more submerged among the guests.Half my attention is given to all the entrances here, always on the lookout for Carl's old poodle.

Andrew couldn't help laughing, and he continued to say kindly: "Are you visiting this ship?"

"No, exactly, I'm looking for a restaurant. I seem to have missed my meal, and I was tending to my poor uncle when the ship's horn blew to urge the men to go to war." I spelled out my need easily, No embarrassment at all.I have digested all the food I ate in the third-class cabin earlier. If I stay up until noon tomorrow on an empty stomach, I may feel very uncomfortable.

"It's never too late to eat, and the chef here is on call 24 hours a day." Andrew bent his arms gentlemanly, and made an inviting gesture, "Would you be honored to be your flower protector?"

"Thank you, Mr. Andrew." I put my hand in his bent arm, and followed him down the stairs, back to D deck.

"The restaurant is closely connected to the stairs. You can walk in directly after you go down the stairs, and there will be service staff to guide you. If you want more advanced services, you can take the elevator or take the big stairs to reach the B deck, where Gatti’s restaurant will be more comfortable.” While explaining, Andrew led me into the luxurious restaurant of the first-class cabin, and some gentlemen who finished their meals came out, and they nodded and greeted each other.After those men left, he began to introduce again: "They will go to the lounge on Deck A. There may still be ladies left in the dining room, chatting, um, or complimenting each other, so I hope you don't mind."

Andrew, who had finished complaining to himself, cocked his mouth mischievously, not at all as rigid and serious as a man of his age in the upper class.

This description and expression made me laugh so hard that I almost couldn't pretend to be a lady and laughed out loud.I found myself liking Titanic because the designer he was in charge of was so cute.