[Titanic] True Love Is Eternal

Only your lines are too scary, I calmly ignore them.The old poodle was so dutiful that he came back shortly after he went out, and instead of leaving me in the room to fend for myself and run off to follow his employer, he came in with a little dining cart.I don't even know how much they tip the waiter in order to take out the things in other people's kitchens.

He walked over to the bed, conjured up a small table with a low stool that could be put on the bed, and placed it in front of me.My hands were tied to the railing at the head of the bed, my head rested on the pillow, I could see the edge of the table when I raised my eyes, and I could only see the top of the table clearly if I tried hard.

The old poodle skillfully moved the things in the dining car to the table, and I watched him arrange them one by one, and also set me a pair of knives and forks by the way.Then he stood by the bed, looking at me with a paralyzed face, like a vicious dog guarding bones.

I really want to ask him, is this intended to let me perform acrobatics such as putting my chest on top of the table and then extending my half-meter-long neck to pick up the food on it?This kind of appearance that only shows me but does not intend to let me eat, I feel that the old poodle is trying to show me off.

I silently counted the food on it, and there was a plate of soup, which smelled like fish soup.The chef who specializes in making fish and soup in the big kitchen must like this dish very much, because it allows him to use his expertise to the extreme.There are also desserts such as jelly chocolate, and a piece of steak by the way... I think the old poodle probably goes to the kitchen and takes what he sees. This kind of messy food matching feels completely disharmonious.

Smelling the aroma of food, I leaned against the pillow in boredom, counting in a daze how many pieces of chocolate, how many plates, a western knife, a fork, and a spoon...

In this way, the old poodle stood on the side, and I lay on the bed. Everyone looked at each other in silence, only the fish soup exuded the lingering smoke, adding some dynamic embellishments to this boring and monotonous scene.If there was a painter present, it is estimated that he could draw this scene without any mess.

Bright lights, new ornate room decorations, a bound woman and an old servant staring at you paralyzed.

What an impactful work.

After lying in the same position for a long time, the blood did not circulate. I moved my wrist unnaturally, trying to loosen the rope.The old poodle squinted at my movements, and if I accidentally broke the rope, he would come up and help me re-tie it in the first place.

Really good service.

Although saying it is tantamount to saying nothing, I still couldn't help asking in a low voice: "Won't you help me untie it?"

Lovejoy didn't look at me, he turned his head and looked outside the door, and said without any emotion in his voice: "People are old and can't run."

"The boat is sailing, and I have no place to run." I comforted him flatly. The boat is only 300 meters long. Where can I go without a boat ticket? If I hide in a lifeboat before the ship sinks, I will be hungry. fall.

"Your words have no credibility. If you plan to escape, just untie the rope and you will dare to jump out of the window even if I take out a pistol." The old poodle continued to use that chatting tone, said lightly, and said slightly sadly Touching his coat, he seemed to be comforting the pistol inside the coat.

It turned out that I was already bankrupt in his eyes, so I continued to chat with him indifferently, "I can't eat the food if it is arranged like this, or you put the table next to my feet, and I will try to hold the steak between my toes and bend my legs." Can you eat well?"

The old poodle was silent, his face was cracked, and the corner of his mouth twitched a few times.

Upholding the traditional thought of respecting the old and loving the young, I kindly said to him, "I have never used my feet to eat, so I may stain the sheets later, or you can take the bedding away first, and then clean it after I finish eating." return."

The hand of the old poodle touching the suit was slowly exerting force, almost grabbing a deep fold out of his suit jacket, his face looked desolate and tired for a moment.Then he finally said slowly, "You look healthy."

I stopped talking immediately, and continued to tilt my head on the pillow to stare at the food in a daze.It looks very healthy, so starving you for a meal or two will not kill you. This is the old poodle's disgrace, deliberately using food to abuse the eyes of hungry people.

The room was silent for a while, and we both were the kind of people who were silent and not embarrassed, and continued to stand guard alone and stare at the sky and the earth in a daze.I had nothing to do and tried hard to think about how to get out of this ghost place.It was very difficult to fool the old poodle, his nerves were tense all the time, and there was no time to relax.

Then I began to think about how the shipwreck happened. At first, I thought it was the key to the binoculars cabinet that was taken away by the previous second officer. As a result, the six lookouts could only look at the iceberg with their eyes, but they couldn't see the ship clearly and hit it.The problem is that I found out when I came here that the watchmen of White Star Company basically use their eyes to observe the route. Whether they have binoculars does not seem to be the most important problem for them, because they were trained to use only their eyes at the beginning of the training. the habit of observing.

This is also one of the White Star Company's external advertisements. Their watchmen are so good that they can see any obstacles ahead without relying on binoculars.This leads to the fact that even if you give them a telescope, the lookout won't rely on it most of the time.

So even if I pried open the cabinet and sent the telescope to the observation deck, the group of unaccustomed watchmen might not use it.

As for the speed of the ship, I have not thought of a solution for the time being.

Thinking and thinking, I went back to Titanic's Romeo and Juliet.If I remember correctly, Jack Ruth staged the most classic encounter on the second night of the Titanic, where you dance and I dance.

But Jack should get off the ship.

Standing in front of the shuttle boat, he promised me to get off the boat. For a man who made a promise, he should not break the contract... Wait, there is no Jack, Ruth ran to jump off the boat, who will pull it?

Without any hesitation, I turned to Lovejoy next to me and said, "Lock the door and go see your employer's fiancée. I promise you not to leave here tonight."

Lovejoy rolled his eyes strangely, and continued to stand on guard without moving his body. He said to himself, "What kind of trick is this? The tricks of professional liars are endless."

In his eyes, my credit is completely bankrupt, the kind that can't be broken any more.Sighing melancholy, I stared up at the bed. It was really bad. It's been one after another since I got on the boat. That damned rotten watch.

Just when I thought I was going to keep silently interacting with the old poodle until late at night, there was a sudden sound of footsteps at the door. The footsteps were a little hurried, but they stopped abruptly when they were approaching the door.The owner of the footsteps may be a little flustered, so he didn't notice that his rhythm was completely out of order.He stood at the door for a few seconds, then walked back inexplicably, but the next second the pace of walking back turned back.Back and forth, at least two or three times the footsteps stopped, followed by a soundless silence.

I looked at Lovejoy suspiciously. He seemed to know who was outside, so he continued to stand guard with a calm face.

Then the person outside the door finally walked in. I squinted and saw that it was Carl in a tuxedo.With one hand in his trouser pocket, he walked to the door calmly. His dark hair showed a light brown color under the light. Against the background of his white shirt and black coat, he looked dignified and elegant as a whole. .

The speed at which he ate dinner was surprisingly fast. Could it be that he took a dinner plate and squatted at the door to solve the problem?This time is not enough to go back and forth in the big restaurant on the D floor.

Carl walked to the bed, saw the small table on top of me, smiled and said, "How much have you eaten?"

This tone is like a farmer feeding geese, eat more, and when you are full, you will be slaughtered and used to make soup.

"She refused to eat." The old poodle looked innocent and sincere. He obviously didn't have any expression, but his small eyes could reveal a very trustworthy emotion.

I... hate Old Man Xiong.

Carl's smile was immediately pulled down, and the face-changing was like swiping the screen. "Refused to eat?" He sneered, and then his anger came very quickly. He came to the head of the bed in two steps and leaned over. He stretched out his hand and grabbed my chin, forcing me to look at him face to face.I can see the anger in his eyes rushing out ferociously, and even the muscles on his face are a little distorted.

"Do you think you can escape like this? Even if you starve to death, don't think that I will untie the rope."

I won't starve myself for a rope, it's not worth it.I feel strange and irritated by the anger of this guy who pinches my jaw as soon as he comes up. Can't he be more respectful?

I shook my head vigorously, intending to let go of the crab hand on my chin, and at the same time said through gritted teeth, "I'm starving to death just to help you solve your troubles. Why don't you just wrap me up in a sheet and throw me into the sea, and you're crazy."

Does this unlucky ghost have mania, every time he sees him, he is either angry or angry.

"I'm crazy, huh." I don't know where my words hit him, he suddenly smiled grinningly, and then the smile disappeared, with a kind of incomprehensible sense of grievance on his expression.He continued to repeat in a trembling voice, "I'm crazy, yes, I think I'm crazy. Do you know what I was thinking just now? There is no way to control it. My brain seems to have been replaced. I haven't walked out of the door. I desperately want to walk back, because you will disappear, as long as I don't look at you, you will disappear completely."

He complained loudly angrily, as if he had suffered some unbearable disaster.He grabbed the chin that I wanted to avoid with even more force, and he said to me in a messy breath: "This is wrong, we have only known each other for a day, no, it has been almost two days, and I have gone completely crazy in just two days. This kind of The feeling was driving me crazy, I couldn't hold it back, I ran back without even entering the restaurant."

I gasped in pain, this neurotic went crazy.I was chased by him until I missed the chance to disembark. I didn't go crazy like this. Why is he being aggrieved by himself?

"Why is this so, this kind of thing is impossible... I can't, I can't..." He looked at me strangely and in a daze, and kept chanting the same sentence, and then the feeling of bewilderment gradually faded away.Carl, who was barely back to normal, was startled suddenly, and the heel of his hand pinching my chin quickly shrank away from the heat.Then he jumped to the side, took a few steps back, and leaned against the bedpost until he reached the end of the bed, and then looked at me with a strange look in his eyes.

I almost got my jaw dislocated by this guy's force. This guy is simply a psychopath. If he gets sick, why don't he let him out and bite people?

I bit my lip, trying to make the discomfort in my jaw go away a little.Then he glared at Cal Hockley with extreme anger. He leaned against the post of the bed, startled by my eyes, and then obviously dodged, as if he couldn't bear my anger.Of course, this kind of evasion was only short-lived. He immediately raised his head and chest, put his hands in his trouser pockets, and stood upright facing me, like a charging knight who suddenly put on the armor of courage.

He tries to put on a genial and natural smile like the one he's flashed countless times in social circles, and he'll look refined and social.It's a pity that this smile was not so successful. He seemed to realize that the current scene is not suitable for this kind of smile, so he flattened the corners of his mouth, stretched out his hand uncomfortably, and said in another tone that sounded mature and slow: " You shouldn't hurt yourself, it's dinner time, starving yourself won't do you any good. I don't want to see you dying, don't refuse food, the doctor says your body is missing a lot of nutrients. Let's put it back, shall we?"

The last question is so polite, with a high end tone, it sounds approachable.

"You untie my rope, and I will eat by myself." I wondered if he and the old poodle tossed me deliberately, put the food in front of my eyes, tied my hands, and blamed me for refusing to eat.Am I a boa constrictor?Can you still coil around the table and eat?

"Impossible." He refused to stop for almost a second, and immediately stepped on my proposal.

Let a normal person communicate with me, I tilted my head tiredly and looked at the old poodle, only to find that the old poodle twitched the corner of his mouth coldly and smiled gloatingly.

I finally discovered that it is impossible for a neurotic master to have a normal servant. None of the two most annoying people I have met over the years.

Carl stood for a while before he finally came to his senses. He hurried back to the head of the bed as if to make up for it, and said to me, "Your posture makes it difficult to eat, Lovejoy, go and get some more pillows."

Soon my posture changed, from lying on the bed to half lying on the bed, and the rope on my hand was tied to a higher position.Leaning against two big pillows, I looked at the small dining table in front of me, and found that I could indeed bite into those chocolate or pudding desserts with my mouth. As for the plate of fish soup, I could not make it The act of licking.

Carl stared at me for a while, not knowing what he was thinking. He wanted to tell Lovejoy something, but he obviously swallowed the order that came to his lips.Then it turned into staring and staring at me, and when I was considering whether to lower my head and eat a chocolate to fill my stomach, Carl finally made a terrible decision with difficulty.

With a stiff face, he reached out to pick up the plate of fish soup, touched the edge of the plate with his fingers, and muttered dissatisfiedly: "It's not hot enough."

The soup was actually still warm, it was lucky that he didn't overturn it with such crazy tossing just now.Carl held the fish soup, hesitating for a few seconds, I almost asked him to drink it if he wanted to, and stop staring at the soup with covetousness.

In the next second, he picked up the soup spoon, took a spoonful of soup to his mouth, and tried to drink half of it.As soon as the fish soup was in his mouth, he flattened his mouth a little critically, "It's not as good as my chef, this ship should change its chef."

Hearing that the chief chef of this ship is so good that his salary is second only to the captain, he almost cried when he heard this evaluation.

Then I watched helplessly as he handed over the remaining half spoonful of soup, which he forced to my mouth.Carl said awkwardly: "Drink it quickly, if it gets colder, you won't be able to drink it."

I'm even more awkward than him, I'm not so casual with other people's saliva.I can't help but tilt my head, avoiding his spoon, please don't force the rest of my saliva to others, I'd rather you drink it directly from the plate.

"Do you want me to force you to eat?" Carl ran out of patience, and he wanted to poke my face with every spoon.

It's no wonder that his fiancée runs away with this kind of cheating stuff. Who can stand such an uncertain personality.It was only then that I remembered the question of who would pull Ruth into the sea, and he almost forgot about it. I didn't want to cause a butterfly effect to make the sleepless jump into the sea successful because I fooled Jack off the boat.Now it's not a big event where you dance and I dance, but you dance and you dance.

I looked down at the half mouthful of soup in distaste, and finally overcame the obstacles in my heart and said to Carl: "I can eat, you just let him feed me, and you go and see your fiancee." There must always be someone beside Ruth , to stop her desperate action.

"Fiancee?" Carl stopped the spoon he was trying to poke my face, and he seemed to remember that he had a beautiful fiancee in the restaurant.He blinked his eyes in embarrassment at first, but another kind of joy that he couldn't suppress bloomed at the corner of his mouth, and he asked quickly: "You care about her very much."

I nodded without thinking much, nonsense, of course I care if something happens to her, she and Jack are my goddesses and gods.

"It's okay, come, eat." He laughed happily, and then tried his best to suppress this happy emotion, and it was obvious that he was very painful to suppress.For a moment, I didn't know how to put on the expression on his face that was mixed with guilty conscience, anger, and extremely happy.

I said coldly: "Go quickly, someone must stay by her side." There is no way to directly say that she is going to commit suicide, but if multiple people are always by her side, then she will not take action.

Carl pursed his lips, he hesitated for a while, seemed reluctant to move.Soon he saw the old poodle, and immediately found someone who could boss him around. "Go and see, go quickly."

Lovejoy didn't have any objections, as if he was used to Carl's personality of saying that the wind is the rain.He nodded and walked out the door. Before he could go out, Carl, who was facing me, changed his expression. An indifference to almost cold emotion appeared in his eyes. He said calmly: "Tonight It's enough for you to be optimistic about her, tell her to rest well and don't need to come over."

Lovejoy stopped for a moment before walking out really fast.

The gloom between Karl’s brows relaxed, as if he had just solved some difficulty, he continued to bring the spoon to my mouth easily, I looked at the half mouthful of soup that had been licked by others with difficulty, and wanted him to change the spoon .In the end, he opened his mouth helplessly to hold the spoon in his mouth, and swallowed the second-hand soup.

"Although the taste is not the best, it should be enough for you." Carl scooped up another spoonful of soup and handed it over. He muttered like an old woman, "You haven't had this before, have you?"

The fish soup I put in my mouth almost choked to death. I drank this thing every day for a while. At the time in the hospital, I drank the Shiquan Dabu soup that someone gave me until I felt like vomiting.I don't even know, it turns out that this thing can also be used to show off.Looking at the soup spoon that was so close that it almost pried my mouth open, I had no choice but to open my mouth and drink the soup.

He is addicted to this game, I didn't know anyone could be so interested in feeding him soup.Eighty percent of them have never fed anyone since they were young, so they can never get tired of this boring action.

Carl couldn't help showing a smug smile after seeing me take a sip of fish soup.The indifference left between the eyebrows and eyes just now disappeared, and the irritability was replaced by patience.

I suddenly felt something was wrong.

He took a sip of soup expressionlessly, and observed the guy in front of him strangely.

He seemed to notice my gaze, and quickly put away the smile on the corner of his mouth, and then said with a serious expression: "What else do you want to eat?"

Before I could answer, he had already picked up the knife and fork and started cutting the steak, "Eat some of these, too much soup is useless."

When he approached with a piece of meat on a fork, I finally realized something was wrong.Strange, this attitude does not look like a friendly meeting between the kidnapper and the kidnapper at all.Why is it more like...the atmosphere between lovers?