[Titanic] True Love Is Eternal

Karl swore that he would personally catch the woman who made him so embarrassed.He wants to make her pay the price, pay a terrible price, he wants to kill her, make her miserable and make her regret that she dared to treat him like this.He walked quickly, almost ignoring all the uncomfortable parts of his body, his steps were completely lacking in the usual elegance of a gentleman, his mind was only filled with the embarrassing scene in the restaurant just now.Before tomorrow, everyone will know that he is Cal Hockley, a man who is about to be engaged, and met his ex-lover on the Titanic.

Those women who are idle all day long and have no other hobbies but clothes and jewelry to adorn their hair, their souls are full of gossip.If he wants to get the Supreme Court to ban antitrust law, just hiring a few of these gossips can beat all the good lawyers.

Carl forced himself to calm down, it was just an accident, he resisted the rage that made him want to smash things, and tried hard to straighten out what happened today.

First of all, he was robbed in the morning. Although a watch is worthless, how could he make it easier for the robbers? Whoever dares to provoke him, he can kill anyone.

Then he saw that woman again in the evening, playing a broken harmonica. It is said that a piece of music is only five cents. No wonder she is so poor that she doesn’t even have a pair of shoes. She probably sleeps under a bridge... Thinking of that scene, Carl was full of emotion. The malice caused his expression to twist. She was a woman in that tattered dress and squeezed under the dirty bridge with a bunch of homeless men.This kind of picture came out almost lifelike, which made Carl simply unbearable.

Well, the enemy's misery is what he should like to see.Holding his breath hard, Carl continued to think, and then he saw the robber woman who was supposed to be interrogated, appearing in his bathroom... Carl suddenly covered his mouth, and rubbed his nose with his fingers to make sure there was nothing wrong. After something flowed down, he turned his head and looked around as if nothing had happened.

When they came to the workers' passageway, they would meet a few boiler room workers who were covered in soot and sweating from time to time, holding shovels in their hands and walking past. Those workers looked at Karl in a tuxedo suspiciously.

Carl blinked and avoided the workers with a look of disgust.Couldn't these guys stay in the boiler room honestly, what are they doing here?He didn't even think that this passage belonged to these workers. For Karl, he could get almost anything he wanted since he was a child.So he was willing to walk through the worker's aisle condescendingly, so these dirty and annoying workers should immediately roll back to the hole and wait until he walks through before they can come out for a stroll.

The memory after the bathroom was so confusing that it gave him a headache, that damn woman dared to kick him, tie him up, stuff his mouth with a used towel, steal clothes, and slander him.Except for killing and setting fire, Carl felt that this woman had committed all crimes.

And it was done to him, and Karl couldn't help but get mad.He will never make that woman feel better. Carl, with red eyes, turned his head and ordered Lovejoy fiercely, "Go to the mail cabin and look for it one by one on the lower deck. I don't believe she can do it." Hide it."

Karl finally managed to figure it out, since he met that woman, nothing good happened to him, so that woman is the plague god.

Lovejoy stared blankly into his cold little eyes, and looked Cal over, as if trying to see how long he would last.

Karl stared back suspiciously, "You don't have to hurry up."

"I just want to know, if I find her, can I... can I use some force?" Lovejoy said his request slowly, and he looked at Carl with a flat and indifferent look, "Just me As you can see, she is more flexible than some ordinary ladies, and I am not sure that I can catch up with her. In order to prevent her from escaping, I may hurt her."

"You hit a woman?" Carl raised his eyebrows with a look of surprise, as if he saw some terrible monster crawling up from the ground.

Lovejoy was just about to shake his head. He just used some special methods to arrest the prisoner, which doesn't mean he used violence against the lady.

"Okay, just call." Carl immediately accepted his suggestion. He stretched out his finger and touched the tip of his nose habitually. A trace of hesitation flashed in his brown eyes, and before the other party answered, he quickly changed his focus, " Don't hit her too hard, just grab her as much as you can, don't use too much force."

Lovejoy... she is actually your lover.

Karl watched his servant go in another direction. He put his hands in his pockets and leaned against the wall. For a few seconds, his face was blank, as if he couldn't figure out where he was.Most of the newly trimmed hair fell to his cheeks, which made him look haggard and pitiful.

Unconsciously, he stretched out his hand and touched his lips with his fingertips. The warm touch on it had long since disappeared, and it was as empty as a dream.Those green eyes came to mind, Carl murmured something in a low voice, and after a moment of sluggishness, he realized that what he said was "Emily?"

Quickly shaking his head, Karl immediately threw out this nightmare, and then maintained a bitter and bitter expression on his face, and shouted to a worker who just passed by not far away: "You, come here."

The worker in the hat looked hesitant. He tried to wipe himself with his hands. He had just changed shifts and planned to go back to rest. He never thought that he would see the passengers in the upper class.He walked up to Carl timidly, "What's the matter, sir?"

Karl looked at the soot on his body, which was so dirty that it could be called terrifying, and took two steps back in disgust, before asking politely: "Have you seen a lady in a white dress? She has golden hair, Well, she looks pretty." Carl described it, his voice lowered, as if he had fallen into some fantasy.

Only then did the worker remember that his hat was still on his head. He hurriedly took the hat off his head and hugged it tightly to his chest.

Carl regained his composure, and continued to ask impatiently, "Have you seen her?"

The worker nodded immediately, then shook his head quickly.Carl was so annoyed that he really wanted to throw this damned low-class person into the sea, he snapped, "Have you ever seen it?"

"I've seen it." The workers immediately affirmed that seeing two upper-class guests in one day is simply a magical thing for them. What's wrong with the current first-class VIPs? Could it be the passage of their wheel department? Does it become the visit deck?

Carl, who had no hope at all, felt ecstasy in his heart, and even looked at this dirty low-class person much more pleasing to the eye, "Where is she?"

The worker pointed behind Carl without hesitation, "She ran inside."

Carl looked back with a strange face. The place he was leaning against was the wall of a door. She ran into the door?Without hesitation, Karl opened the door suddenly, and a frightening roar of the machine hit him immediately, scaring the unsuspecting him back a step.He endured the ringing in his ears and took a look inside. There was a horribly narrow room full of machine pipes, and he shouted angrily, "What place is this?"

There was no response from behind. Carl turned his head and found that the worker ran away without even leaving his back.

He slammed the door shut irritably, finally shutting out the harsh noise.Carl breathed a sigh of relief, and then he stood outside the door with his hands on his waist, the other hand on the door panel, and stood with his head down for a while.

After a while, he raised his head with a strange reluctance, and quickly put his hand on the doorknob, but he hesitated for two seconds and then let go.Then he leaned against the wall again and pressed his stomach, the pain made him want to go to the toilet.Taking advantage of the absence of anyone, Carl couldn't help showing his teeth indecently, then corrected his expression, straightened his bow tie again, and opened the door forcefully again with a generous and righteous look on his face.Seeing the messy and dirty space inside, as well as the noisy and headache-inducing voices, he frowned fiercely and cursed in a low voice.

Walking to the iron ladder that was so narrow that only one person could pass through it, Karl looked down in disbelief, as if he was looking at an abyss of [-] meters.Unbelievable that someone could crawl out from here, he hesitated, not knowing how to get down.Suddenly a black and black hand appeared from above, and then a worker in the boiler room appeared. He climbed up from the iron ladder vigorously, his face glistening with sweat.The worker saw Karl standing beside him with a dazed face, and almost stepped on the wrong place and fell again.After finally climbing out, the worker glanced at Karl with disdain, then opened the door and went out.

Carl returned to the vertical iron ladder passage again, hesitated again and again, and then bent down and started to go down. He grabbed the iron ladder and muttered angrily in his mouth: "Emily, Emily, that robber, the thief ,fraud……"

Climbing to the bottom of the iron ladder very unsuccessfully, he stepped on the pile of coal. Karl kicked away those black coals with a look of disgust. A worker with a coal shovel walked up to him. Karl immediately reprimanded loudly, " Dirty ghost, stay away from me."

The chief fireman was nervously pouring coal into the fire-breathing boiler, and when he turned around and saw Karl in an expensive tuxedo standing by the iron ladder, he finally couldn't help rolling his eyes, "This is not the lifeboat deck, what are you all doing here? Will it? Get out of here quickly."

He yelled rudely, wishing he could bury Karl alive with a shovelful of coal.They are tired enough of working so hard, is it possible to serve these rich masters with dirty and cheap work clothes?

Karl's eyes turned hard, he looked at the fire chief coldly, and ordered in a low voice: "Shut up, believe it or not, I can make you lose your job immediately." After shocking the fire chief, he immediately walked forward, disgusted as he walked He said to the workers, "Stay away from me, you haven't showered in days, it's hell."

A worker curiously ran up to the fire chief and looked at Karl's back. "Hey, did that aristocratic girl have an affair with this guy just now? But the date is in the cargo hold, the rich man's hobby is really strange."

"Hurry up, it's none of our business." The chief fireman started roaring like a loudspeaker again, "Hurry up, haven't you eaten, go full speed, go full speed!"

The workers also shouted, "Full speed ahead."

Carl endured the stares of those filthy low-class people, and finally walked to the end of the boiler room with difficulty, saw an exit and walked in without thinking. He was really fed up with this vulgar place.Opening the white hatch made him feel better, but in a place full of cargo, he still fanned it with his hands uncomfortably, trying to get rid of the bad smell.

The silent cargo hold gives people a cold illusion of being in the deep sea.

Carl thought he was crazy, what was he doing in a place like this, watching rats?Maybe the obnoxious worker was lying, he didn't see the woman at all.Passing by a Renault car, Carl propped up the hood of the car and looked around wearily. His fingers touched some dust on the hood of the car, and he muttered annoyedly, "Bad car, cheap."

Touching the cigarette case in his pocket, he planned to smoke a cigarette to relieve the pain in his abdomen.As soon as he put the cigarette in his mouth, he looked up and saw her standing on the other side of the car, standing quietly in a relatively open place across a large cargo.

Carlton froze, thinking he was dazzled, blinking in confusion, a cigarette in his mouth.Immediately after reacting, he silently let out a cruel sneer, and finally found the big liar.As long as the cargo door is blocked, she can't escape anywhere.Carl walked forward slowly, coming behind the large cargo, like a large animal hunting, trying to grab her.

Just as Carl was about to walk out of the package that separated them, he saw her standing still, with her head down, slowly stretching out her hands.He couldn't understand how this simple movement was done, it was very natural, soft and graceful.

It seemed to be a dancing posture, but it was not like the cheerful and vulgar dance of the street performers, nor like the classical ballet dance on the stage.

He stopped unknowingly, biting his unlit cigarette, leaning against the package, watching her feet that were exposed outside the skirt step by step, stepping up lightly, feeling effortless, It seemed that the next second she would become a feather and float up.

He had never seen such a natural and effortless ballet tiptoe position, and she didn't even wear shoes.

Karl held his breath as she kept going up with her light movements. Her hands seemed powerless, but it seemed that there was a hard rope binding her wrists, straightening her arms, including her Body.

She remained in that unbelievable posture for a while, during which Carl forgot to breathe, fearing that the sound he made would blow away the beautiful posture.Just like the painting Ruth bought, it was so grotesque that he couldn't understand it.She could hold this position for a century, Carl would think so.

Suddenly, without any warning, she fell completely. Carl almost thought that all her bones had disappeared, and there was no stagnation from standing still to kneeling.

She... is dancing?