[Titanic] True Love Is Eternal

After I walked out of the restaurant, my pace quickened, from a somewhat flustered walk to a stride that was almost jumping at the end.The hand holding the skirt firmly grasped the ankle-length skirt, and the other hand wiped his mouth vigorously without hesitation, just as a polite greeting between international friends, it is easy to hug a strange man Become my dark history.

I chose to go down the grand staircase without any hesitation, and the ill-fitting shoes made me very uncomfortable.I stepped on the oak stairs, nearly rolled down several times, and finally came to the single staircase on the E deck, and I hurried down.

I can't go back to the upper class, so I can only find another place to hide during the time when all of them can't respond.

And I'm pretty sure that the next time Cal Hockley sees me, he's going to strangle me to death.I saw someone coming out from the corner of the elevator door. It was Frost, the ship fitter who had already changed into a suit. He was clutching his gloves and was about to go to the D deck. When he saw me, he said in surprise: "Ai Miss Millie, why did you come down here?"

Did he think my room was really on the luxurious BC deck?

"Hello, Mr. Frost, have you found the whistle?" I showed a bright smile and kept walking at that speed.

"Not yet, it's a headache, I'm asking the workers to rely on my loud singing now." Frost was suddenly diverted from the subject by me, and he said annoyedly, "Did it really be disposed of by the cleaners?"

"It's a pity, you will always find it." With the same smile and the same speed, I came to him like a gust of wind, and with a sudden flick of my hand, I pulled out the butterfly hairpin. Hair cascading down.Then he stuffed the butterfly hairpin into his suit pocket, this action was coherent and fast, hardly giving the other party any time to respond.

Frost watched me put the hair clip into his pocket, and asked suspiciously, "What is this?"

Without turning my head, I walked into the corridor he turned out just now, and shouted loudly: "Please Mr. Frost, please return it to Miss Ruth Bukett in the upper class on the B floor." .”

"Wait, that's the special channel for the engineering department, you can't go in." Frost hurriedly chased after him, and he said loudly to me worriedly.

I don't care about him, I ran to the end of the corridor and opened the door to get in. The dedicated Frost ran over behind me, but couldn't find which door I entered for a while. He complained a few times, "God, the young lady is really energetic now."

I waited for him to leave, then walked out from behind the door, and then continued down the corridor of the engineering department.In the middle, I met a few engine department workers covered in coal and oily, and they looked at me inexplicably.

The corridors of this ship are a goddamn maze, and I seem to be floating in 2000+ meters of bends, wearing shoes that don't fit me.There seemed to be a slight tremor on the deck, like the calm tremor before a volcano erupts.I continued to walk along the white corridors that became more and more simple. There were no carpets or ornate lamps here. Looking up, I could see the white steel gas pipelines that were not covered by panels.I saw doors on both sides of the corridor, and opened one of them casually, and a choking smell made my throat tickle.

When I walked in, a gust of hot steam rose up, and the room was a vertical iron ladder passage.

I can't go back to the third-class cabin for the time being, and I can't waste time in the upper-class cabin. I can only go down to the cargo hold at the bottom of the deck.As long as you escape the inspection of the cargo hold staff, you are basically safe.

It's impossible for that unlucky Cal Hockley to wear a tuxedo and crawl from the G deck to the cargo hold to find me, not to kill his father and enemy.

I stretched out my hands and scratched my hair back a few times with a sullen face, then squeezed my hands together, grabbed the railing and walked down the iron ladder.The temperature rose suddenly, and there was a choking smell of burning coal. Before I reached the bottom of the iron ladder, I heard a loud rumble, as if the engine of the Titanic was trembling crazily under my feet.

I saw coal slag under the iron ladder, and hoped that the heroine would not mind that the shoes I returned were all the color of black coal, so I nimbly jumped down the last few iron ladders.A cart loaded with coal was quickly pushed past me, and the fireman who pushed the cart couldn't believe his eyes. He looked at me and shouted angrily: "Miss, how did you get here, where are you?" Not a place for you to come."

The fire of the huge boiler was burning fiercely. A group of firemen hurriedly shoveled coal into the boiler with shovels. Their faces covered with black ashes were reddened by the light of the fire. The chief fireman shouted loudly in the noisy boiler room, " Work hard, hurry up, hurry up... why are you here, leave immediately."

He looked back and saw me standing next to the iron ladder with my skirt up, almost screaming madly.

I looked at them innocently, and suddenly my right hand lightly touched the top of my head, and I stood upright and made a western bowing etiquette.I smiled and said, "Excuse me, everyone." Then I ran quickly into the boiler room. I don't know which boiler room it is. The Titanic has a special passage for the workers in the boiler room to pass through. The ship's black legion are the hull-driven engineering workers, unseen by any of the guests.

"Wait a minute, you can't go there, it's dangerous." The chief fireman waved the shovel vigorously and reminded me loudly at my back.

I sprinted past them as the fiery snake spat out of the boiler, so hot that it burned the surface of my skin from the cold from above.Finding the boiler room proved that I was about to reach the bottom of the cargo hold, and if Cal Hockley hadn't grabbed me with the same force as his fiancée, most people would never have guessed that I would run here.

Because no one except the fitter on the ship saw me go into the passage for the workers.

Thick smoke from the coal was steaming around me. I ran all the way forward and smiled at the workers I met and said, "Hi, sorry to bother you, work is going well, brother."

There was a sweaty stoker who politely put down his shovel, smiled and nodded to me.

I kept running along the boiler room until I saw a white door, and after opening it, silence struck, as if it were an illusion. Behind me was the noise of the boiler room heating up to the sky, but the warehouse where the goods were placed was as quiet as Deep under the sea.

I closed the cabin door and walked into the cargo hold, which was full of goods that were going to cross the ocean, and the outside of the boxes was a hanging net tied with thick ropes.I rubbed my hands against a cargo box and looked up at the top of the hull. I felt the low temperature outside as soon as I came out of the boiler room. I took off my gloves because I was going to eat. I hope the waiter in the restaurant can hand them over to the lost and found office , and return it to the original owner.

Leaning against the box for a while, I finally calmed down and walked slowly past the brand-new classic French Renault car, and I came to a relatively empty place.I bent over to take off the shoes and put them aside. I raised my feet, and the skirt slid down to my thighs along with my movements. There were fine wounds on my feet, some of which were caused by running barefoot in Southampton Harbor. But the fresh bloodshot broken skin on the feet is not suitable for shoes, and I used this kind of shoes to run and rub it out.

Putting my feet back on the ground, I looked around, my ears had just recovered from the noise in the boiler room, and I heard the muffled roar of the engine.

Today is Wednesday, April [-]th, the day the Titanic officially sailed.

In this era, the world's largest means of transportation, the unsinkable dream ship.I can barely see that no one, no force can bring it to a halt.

Until NO.14 hit an iceberg in the middle of the night.

I stared at the surroundings silently, everything here will disappear, including the upper-class dining room, the flames in the boiler room.The mental excitement died down, to be replaced by a dull sadness.

Slowly let out a breath, spit out the unbearable depression in my heart.I know no one would believe it, and even if it did, no one could stop the Titanic unless it was Smith or Ismay.

I covered my chest with my hands, lowered my head, and half-closed my eyes. I suddenly realized that I hadn't really finished the dance just now.Like a demon, all the cells in the whole body are screaming, dancing only with eyes makes the body jealous.It's still a while before dawn, maybe I can practice the old dance before going to bed.

There is no music here except for the sound of the engine.

But for me, the melody of the music has already been integrated into my body. Even if the whole universe is so silent that I am the only one left, I can still find the rhythm that matches my body in my gestures.

With an extremely slow and graceful gesture, the hands moved softly away from the chest, and the blood-stained feet began to stand on tiptoe.I hang my head slightly, and my body is slowly moving upwards. The strength of the insteps supports my body upwards, and my hands are also upwards. This movement is light, so light that it becomes a feather. Even if your bones are screaming with pain, your The skin over the bones also looked powerless.

I began to change the calmness in my eyes, my heart throbbed in my chest, and the feelings left over from the restaurant just now were fermenting again.In fact, when you are actually dancing, it is impossible for tears to flow down, but the feeling of sadness will be conveyed a thousand times through the language of the body.

Standing on tiptoes almost like a ballerina in pointe shoes, the hands are also pressed up to the palms, and finally stop intertwining fingers.

This is a static dance pose - you are dying.A woman who falls in love with a man.

Everything goes away, crossing, the white snow on the streets of England, the cruise ship representing death, Jack and Rose, the goddess of New York.

I am dying and I am in love with you.

Suddenly, my still upward body collapsed, my feet knelt down inch by inch, my hands suddenly hugged me tightly, and my drooping head was buried in my arms.

Hold yourself tight and kneel before love.It was a grief that she faced death, that she was abandoned.

It is a kind of sorrow that the ice covers and the fire dies.

I looked up and could feel the muscles in my neck trembling.Hands stretched back as far as possible, fingertips gently gliding through the air, as if stroking the lover's skin.Everything in the cargo hold disappeared from my sight, and there was only silent darkness in my sad and melancholy eyes.

The darkness turned to emptiness as I jumped up and my feet reconnected to the ground.I am alone here, and I am my own audience.

The feelings in my heart are changing, sadness turns into warm sweetness, a woman loves a man, in the season of rosemary, in the years when the night sky is full of stars.The movements of the body became deft and fiery, and I began to spin, and the long skirt blossomed into blooming flowers at my feet.

My breathing drives the control of my body muscles, and my body is as soft as pure lake water, and my enthusiasm is gradually extinguished.

A woman falls in love with a man.

And death took him away.

Grief returned to my limbs, I breathed shallowly, reached out weakly to hug something, and began to bend back.

Finally I hugged myself and lay down on the ground, looking up quietly.

This is a kind of sadness.