[Titanic] True Love Is Eternal

At exactly eleven o'clock, the Titanic started to start its internal engines, and it was twelve o'clock when it officially took off... It should be exactly eleven fifty-nine.

In less than an hour, 59 minutes later, more than 500 people will follow this dream ship to the cold hell of death.I suddenly had the urge to put a gun to Bruce Ismay's head and order him to stop the voyage.God knows what method I should use to rush to the tanker as tall as the Tokyo Tower, and then successfully sneak into the upper cabin to find out the boss of the White Star Company from the three or four hundred rooms, and then I will perform a show of taking him as a hostage to force this time to attract much attention. The maiden voyage stopped stage play.

If instead of being a ghetto orphan, I was Super 007 or Spider-Man I would absolutely start making schedules.

I turned around and walked against the current of the busy crowd, with the Titanic drifting away behind me.The small sketch portrait in the sleeve slipped into the palm of my hand, and I lifted it up again, the sky began to clear and blue, and the gray clouds and mist formed into lumps, solidified in the light blue sky.Some weak sunlight makes the yellowed paper more fragile and worn, and Jack's childish face is vivid in the rough charcoal lines. I always feel that Jack and Mary have a story.

Of course, no story is as exciting as the following Titanic voyage. He will meet the woman he loves the most in his life, and then freeze to death in the Atlantic Ocean.

God knows why I couldn't find him in all the bars, maybe the director's script there just meant this guy had to be in this great story.And it's none of my business at all, I don't have a ticket to board the boat, and I don't have a thirty-dollar boat fare, let alone meet the man I love the most in my life on board.

Hold the end of the sketch paper with your index finger and middle finger, lift it up high, and throw it away. This story has nothing to do with me.

At the last second when the paper left his fingertips, someone behind him shouted, "Jack, wait for me..."

His fingers tensed suddenly, and he grasped the flying sketch with such force that his bones ached, and held the boy's face firmly in his palm.I quickly turned around and ran towards the place where the voice came from, before I even had time to look, I shouted loudly: "Jack, Jack, Jack Dawson!"

Don't get on the boat, don't win that lucky ticket, someone wants you to live, and the woman who wants you to live... I owe her my damn life.

I've never been so eager to complete this ghostly mission of paying back, trying my best to save the hero of the Titanic once, because the woman put the only blanket on me, and I have to hand her back the blanket once.

She wanted the brilliant Jack Dawson to live, and I had to keep hanging around the harbor pubs as best I could.

Who's going to stop me from yelling around like a madman, my shoes don't fit at all, my toes are grinding as I run like crazy, I can almost smell that familiar rust smell from my grinding Cracked toes and soles.

I pushed away the crowd who came to see me off with my hands, and jumped between two brand new classic cars in a thrilling way.There were still some sacks of goods piled up on the pier. I jumped on it in a big stride, and jumped off quickly when I couldn't stabilize it.I heard the direction of the voice calling Jack, but there were too many people, I couldn't find him at all, so I could only keep running in that general direction, hoping to bump into him at the last moment.

Did God throw me, who was supposed to be in hell, into England in the early twentieth century just to make me come here and shout?And miraculously, I had to.

The rhythm of my footsteps has been accelerating, and I seem to be able to hear the shouts from the soles of my feet, and every step off the ground seems to be jumping.I suddenly felt heartfelt joy that I could feel the health and strength of these feet during such intense running. Every bone representing standing and walking has the strength to support all my extreme movements.

Even if you are so poor that you have nothing, no nationality, your black hair has turned blond, your face is westernized, you don’t know where to eat your next meal, you wear a corpse’s coat, and you never see any of your relatives again, I am grateful for this time. Reborn, because I have a pair of feet that can run and jump again.

As long as I can run, as long as I can jump, as long as I can spin around, I can have everything.

I called out viciously: "Jack." God knows if that person was him. I saw a boy with a very similar side profile from a distance, and rushed over without hesitation.

Several brand-new and gorgeous cars with resplendent fronts suddenly drove over with their horns honking, and stopped on the pier, just blocking my way.I had no time to stay here, even skipping the time to detour, I flicked up the hem of my coat and jumped onto the front of a car vigorously.The driver sitting in the back of the car looked at me in surprise, as if seeing some unbelievable seven wonders collapsing.

There is smooth glass on the front of the car, and a light brown wooden roof on the glass. I stretched out my hands to support my body and jumped onto the roof. The hidden strength in my soft limbs was dexterously used by me.I stood directly on the roof of the car and looked around. Under the car, there were still as many people as busy as ants escaping from a major earthquake.

I heard high-pitched whistles, confused conversations, footsteps, and the sound of mechanical axles carrying goods mixed into an indistinguishable noise.

Black smoke billowed from the chimney of the Titanic, and a seagull with gray wings and white belly flew down from the blue sky and stopped beside the gangway on the high-rise hull of the first-class cabin.

Time passed by every minute and every second, and it was getting closer and closer to 59:[-].My movements began to be rapid and rough, panting impatiently.

The door under the roof was suddenly opened, and I was about to jump, but I staggered too fast, and my body fell forward at a critical moment.A gentleman's cane was protruding from the car door, followed by a dark gray men's bowler hat. A man just came out with a cane. He raised his voice angrily and asked, "What happened?"

Then he finally raised his head, and I was about to jump out of the car in an unsteady posture, and the two of them happened to face each other.The first thing I saw was the other person's eyes. The pupils were as transparent as glass beads. They were light-colored eyes common to Westerners, with a yellowish brown color, and there seemed to be a displeasure in them after being disturbed. .

He was a young man, well dressed in a gray striped three-piece suit and a white shirt with a stand-up collar.Wearing reddish-brown leather gloves and holding a man's cane directly, one side of his eyebrows is raised, and the corners of his mouth are slanted down, showing his arrogance and impatience to the fullest.

I didn't have time to adjust my body to stagger this encounter. The impatience on the other person's face turned into surprise, and I immediately leaned back to get away. I had already fallen from the roof of the car with great force and fell into his arms. Individuals crash into a ball.My face touched the button of his suit on his chest. The pain made me dizzy. The person I hit couldn't stabilize his body and was forced to hold me and fell to the ground.He gasped, grunted something painfully in his throat, and finally raised his voice angrily and slurred: "Lovejoy, what is this?"

What are you.

I quickly propped up my body, and the oversized men's hat on my head fell off, my golden wavy curly hair spread out like claws, and the thick strands of hair fell down onto his angry face.He was obviously stunned for a few seconds, his expression was stiff, his long hair temporarily isolated the complicated world outside, we looked at each other in blank dismay.

Breathing close at hand, I could easily smell some kind of perfume on his body, it should be a certain men's perfume.

Sadly, this is not my type of fragrance.

"Sir?" Someone yelled hastily, seeming to push through the crowd and approach us.

The sound brought me back to my senses immediately, and the place where I was hit was aching.I quickly raised my head and wanted to stand up, my scalp suddenly ached, and my tears were about to fly out from the pain, a certain strand of hair was caught on the men's suit, as if it was entangled by the silver watch chain in the inner pocket of the suit jacket .

The man obviously just came back to his senses, he pursed the corners of his already drooping mouth very hard, even the smile lines were forced out.There was an inexplicable anger on his expression, and there was no trace of politeness towards ladies in his expression, only he didn't spit out some bad words.

In the noisy voice, I heard the crew shouting more vigorously: "Third-class passengers, please line up here immediately." The whistle from the crew of the Titanic sounded again, as if urging the wheel of time to run quickly , the sail of destiny is about to begin.

I didn't have time to untie my hair. I grabbed the tight strand of hair with my fingers and pulled it so hard that it broke.Then I pushed him away in embarrassment under the fierce and surprised eyes of the other party. When I got up from his body, I still pressed my hand hard on the man's abdomen. What.The waiter following this man had already come running, so I turned and ran.

Now I don't want to get entangled with these so-called superior people because of these trivial matters.

I heard the man groan in annoyance, being hit by a heavy object wasn't as easy as I thought it would be.He said something forcefully to the waiter who came forward, and then several people ran towards me.

I just turned around, because I was so eager to run that I couldn't stop my steps and jumped backward twice lightly. This is a beautiful dance movement that can maintain the balance of the body to the maximum extent.

The man stood up supported by a waiter who looked like a butler. He supported his waist with his hands, his eyes turned upwards, and the corners of his mouth turned down. He endured the pain and planned to maintain an elegant appearance.He looked my way, and for a second I was sure he was going to rush me overboard and push me overboard for the giant ship to run me over.

I don't think I should be so kind. This guy looks like the kind of arrogant, rude, indifferent person who has no mercy.There are so many people like this in this society. If he is a rich person, then congratulations, there is another robber without compassion in this world.

I took a deep breath, and before the waiters who were about to drag me across met me, I shouted to him: "Don't get on the boat." As soon as I finished speaking, my feet jumped, and I made a clean rotation to avoid those rushing people people.He got into the crowd, ran under the white gangway, and was submerged in the sea of ​​people.

But that man seemed a little familiar, and I quickly put this trivial doubt behind me.