[Titanic] True Love Is Eternal

This feeling is [-] times more frightening than only your specious lines.

I try to explain the behavior of this guy Cal Hockley in a reasonable manner. The first time I met him, I almost had a stomach bleed. The second time I met him, he was catching a thief.Then after a series of unlucky things happened to me and him, it was already a miracle that the two of us did not become enemies.

But now, he actually feeds me with a gentle face, until I'm stuffed to death, and he can't wait to press the plate to my face, for fear that I won't be full.Could it be that he has thought of a more troublesome way to come out? Of course, I prefer to believe that because I pulled him back from the engine machine, he became so kind. If he didn't tie me up, I would almost convince myself.

When things were packed, he was still sitting on the chair next to the bed, as if he was bored and wanted to chat with me.I don't want to study at all, what was the expression on that maid's face when she came in to pack things just now.

"Do you remember, where are you from? Ireland?" He crossed his hands and placed them under his chin, and then lightly smacked out a smile that was just right, not too friendly and very decent.

A good mask for social occasions, I looked up at the rope on my wrist, I was afraid that it would be useless if I tied it up overnight.

"I remember that place in Ireland is... well, barren." He was not affected by my attitude of not being too lazy to talk to him at all, and continued to try to communicate with me gently with a "knowledgeable" attitude.

"You say yes." I replied indifferently. For me, where I came from has no meaning. The most important thing in life is to never look back and stride forward. It is enough for me to know where I am going.

Carl was choked by my uncooperative attitude, and the smile on his face disappeared for a moment. Of course, he quickly put away the displeasure of being stabbed, continued to maintain his good gentleman demeanor, and showed that hypocritical expression again. Smile, "Then do you remember your parents?"

"I lost my memory." I replied indifferently, anyway, I have nothing to do now, and I can't come up with a plan to stop the ship while lying on the bed.Since the guy is so bored that he wants someone to talk to, I don't mind multiple talking partners.

"Amnesia." He smiled in disbelief, raised his drooping eyes, touched his chin with crossed fingers, and confirmed again: "Amnesia, um, you just don't want to tell me."

Even if it is to pass the time, I still hope to find a stranger who is more humorous and understands communication to chat about the topic.Instead of the guy in front of him, his face changed three times in less than two sentences.

"Yes, I don't want to tell you." I bent my eyes and showed a warm smile generously, telling him this.

Carl froze for a moment, as if no one dared to speak to him like this, which made him unable to understand what I was saying for a while.Then he suddenly showed a helpless smile, and said helplessly, "Then what else? You can dance. Apart from that 'profession', have you ever danced for a living?"

What kind of occupation?If I didn't know that he was referring specifically to stealing, I would have thought it was a conversation between clients.

I moved my fingers, and the fingertips flicked across the air lightly. "Yes, I danced for a living." Maybe it was because he was too boring after dinner, so Cal Hockley needed to drag someone to chat with him all the time. Since everyone was bored, it didn't matter to have a candle night talk.

"Who told you to dance, how do you know how to dance?" He looked as if he remembered something terrible, touched his face with his hands a little unbearably, then pulled out a cigarette annoyedly, lit it, and took a deep breath.

This guy is really addicted to smoking. Even if there was no financial crisis in [-], he would have died of lung cancer.

What's wrong with dancing?Is dancing in your eyes?

I sniffed, trying to ignore the frequent second-hand smoke, and then said flatly: "No one, just interested."

"Interest?" he repeated aloud, the irritation turned into anger, and then Carl laughed back, with a cigarette in his finger, and he tilted his head to look at me in disbelief, "You show your thighs in front of others, or maybe ...You may rarely dress up to dance that kind of inexplicable thing, you say it's your interest, you really..."

"Debauchery?" I answered him in a mouldy manner, lest he be embarrassed to say such a terrible word.

As soon as Karl took a puff of his cigarette, he was blocked by me until he was about to die. He coughed due to his own smoke, barely stopped his coughing, and then turned cold and said to me with a strong order: "You won't have such a situation in the future." I won’t allow you to dance that kind of messy dance to hook up with men.”

Messy dancing?I looked at him speechlessly, if I hadn't been tied up now, I would have jumped up on a stool and made his head explode.In his eyes, all those who dance with emotion are "hooked up men". Which man have I hooked up with?

"The people who let you learn this stuff don't have any kindness for you. Maybe you can do a little ballet, just a little." Carl said matter-of-factly, looking as if he wished I had a broken leg and couldn't dance.

I continued to look up at the pattern of the wainscot above the bed, and I didn't speak speculatively, and I will never chat with such a person who can't talk about it next time.

"Haven't you ever studied ballet?" Seeing that I was not interested, he pretended to show a friendly smile, trying to make people think that he is actually very kind and pleasant, but unfortunately, the superiority of the rich kid who is above the top is completely exposed when he opened his mouth .

I think he can carry on with the show even if he's left to talk to himself all night, though it's more likely that he'll be pissed off.After thinking for a while, I said flatly: "I started dancing at the age of three, studied classical ballet in France at the age of seven, learned modern dance at the age of 11, went to New York to study with modern dance masters at the age of 15, and joined an internationally renowned dance troupe at the age of 17. I became an actor, became a solo dancer, and then became a principal dancer to start a world tour. When I was 21 years old, I left the dance troupe and went to various places in the world to experience any different kind of dance. Among them, I like Spanish flamenco and Chinese dance the most. Classical dance." This introduction is really lacklustre, without bright spots, if you talk about what international awards you have won, how much money you have earned, you may look even taller.

Carl held the cigarette between his fingers and listened to my dry self-introduction, and he was unresponsive for a while. He looked at me stiffly with a smiling face, and when the cigarette butt burned his finger, he shook the cigarette away in surprise, and asked in a low voice: "What? What are you talking about?"

I was silent for a while, then stared at him in the blink of an eye, and spoke so seriously for the first time, "I said, if you are just a layman, put away your gesticulating clown moves, and don't make such a mess of comments to make you laugh."

I have been dancing almost all my life, it is inseparable from my blood.

Carl stopped laughing. He seemed to want to get angry, but he became quiet again, with a sense of confusion on his face, as if he was caught in some weird problem.Then he said, "How old are you now?"

"Eighteen." I said calmly. In fact, I think this body should be younger. Unfortunately, I can't determine the exact age. It is a long way to go to press the new body into the foundation of the previous life.

"You're lying to me again. You look teenage, but you say you're going to travel around the world at the age of 21. What is Chinese classical dance and Mingo, modern dance?" Carl laughed incomprehensibly, sounding It's like the lie that mocked me has been exposed once again.

"Just think I'm lying to you." I said this to him only when I was too idle. Maybe this guy has nothing in his mind except money.Although money is a good thing, no one else shows it off like he does.

"Are you going to live like this?" Carl moved his body, put his arm horizontally on the armrest, and unconsciously stroked his chin with the other hand. He looked up at me with an expression similar to a conference table negotiation . "Sounds like you're a big jumper, but society is cruel, Emily. You just haven't seen the good stuff, well, you should get some nice clothes, have your own servants, and go to the theater when you're free To see other people dance. You don't have to dance yourself, it's all... poor people should think about it."

"I'm a poor ghost." I help him conclude with a blank expression.

"Just now, you don't have to worry about money in the future." Carl finally talked about the issues he was interested in, and he said generously and kindly, "I can help you solve all your money problems."

That's generous enough, am I misunderstanding him?In fact, this guy is a holy father who has money and has nowhere to spend it, and uses it all to help the poor?I looked at him incomprehensibly, worried that he was possessed.His fiancée was rescued by jumping into the sea, and he only gave 20 yuan, but he came to rescue me in a blink of an eye. The contrast was so great that I couldn't ignore it.

I tried to pay attention to observe him, with a non-obvious line of sight, silently from his knees to his hands on the chair.He grabbed the chair and tapped the armrest unnaturally, this small movement was very anxious, even anxious.From his white shirt to the bow tie, I finally saw the subtle expressions on his face calmly. He smiled calmly, but the corners of his mouth twitched uncontrollably. It seemed that this smile would collapse at any time and become A trace of grim lines.

Finally I saw his eyes, he didn't dare to look at me, his eyes slanted to the other side of the bed, but they would quickly return to me, looked at me, and then continued to slant to other places, this monotonous movement He repeated it many times.If I didn't know that he has a thick skin, I would have thought he was being shy.

Carl couldn't bear my silence, so he changed his sitting position and said with a unchanged smile: "I have an empty apartment in New York, you can live in it directly after we disembark, I remember there is a big empty room in the apartment, If you like to dance, I'll turn it into a dancing room. Don't go out to dance in the future, you know?" Carl's fingers on the chair curled up, looking very excited, but his facial expression did not change at all.When he looked at my eyes, he looked away uncontrollably and murmured softly, "Just show me the dance."

I just felt something was wrong, did I miss something in the middle?From helping the poor to giving you an apartment and helping you build a dance studio to dancing just for me.Aren't we just chatting casually to pass the time because we're bored?

Why did the last topic come here?

"Sounds like you're going to adopt me, haha..." I couldn't help joking, but it quickly stopped, because the stiff smile on Carl's face faded, and his hand on his chin didn't stop. Controlled against my own mouth, I saw him bite his finger and look at me expectantly.

expect……

Under the pressure of his expression of "Say it soon", I finally couldn't help but gritted my teeth and asked doubtfully, "Are you kidding me?"

Carl immediately shook his head, and after shaking his head, he realized that this action was very naive, and a trace of annoyance flashed across his face, then he sat up straight, with a mature and steady look, and said seriously: "You can stay with me , which will be of great benefit to your future."

Prospects... great benefits.

"You may not know me yet. My family manufactures steel, and many shipyards cooperate with me. I have been to many countries, done a lot of business, and know many people, including the King of England." He followed his jaw as he spoke. Looking up, self-confidence turned into a proud smile, which bloomed at the corner of his mouth.

Is this self-promotion in the US congressional elections?If I didn't have no free hands, I really want to applaud him, the King of England sounds so great.

"You may not be interested in these, I know." Carl said generously, "I shouldn't talk about such boring things to a lady, I just want you to know me better."

why should i know youI looked at him almost dumbfounded, and I was speechless for a while.

"If you agree, I'll ask Lovejoy to help you find an upper-class room first, don't go back to the third-class cabin, it's not a good place." Carl finally got rid of his anxiety, and he stroked his tail happily Jie, very contentedly began to help me arrange.

If you don't speak, it is estimated that in less than 5 minutes, he will arrange my next 50 years, and he will not even ask you.It's no wonder that Ruth jumped into the sea, and a normal person would be tormented by this kind of control freak.

Then he got out of the chair and moved slowly beside me, reaching out and trying to touch my face, I watched him intently.Finally, his fingers were as gentle as feathers stroking my cheek, "This is a great chance, you will get rid of the lower class and come to my side."

People who don't know heard it and thought we had known each other for decades, because his tone was so affectionate that it made one's scalp tingle.

I tried to suppress the urge to open my mouth and bite his hand, biting him bloody.Take a deep breath at a rate that would make me look tense.Carl stroked me more gently, and he said encouragingly, "I know your options, and I have a lot to offer you, Emily."

This is simply the line of the devil tempting the angel.

I recalled my previous stage performance experience, the ups and downs of emotions settled down, and then I slowly showed a sad expression, and this sadness was overdone to a kind of forbearance. Finally, I finally seemed to have experienced a fierce ideological struggle look, nodded to him.

The confidence on Carl's face was shattered, and he said a little uncertainly, "You agree?"

I kept my eyes open with joy, and continued to nod.

Carl couldn't help but twitched the corners of his mouth, but of course he quickly licked it back, with an expression on his face that wanted to smile.

"You can untie my rope first, Carl." I asked softly, frowning at the right time, looking uncomfortable.

Carl didn't even think about it, nodded in response, put his hand on my knot, and I looked at him adoringly, watching his fingers approach the rope, touch the knot, and stop...not moving .

The joy and admiration on my face disappeared as soon as it disappeared, and I stared at him expressionlessly.

Cal Hockley also stared at me blankly, but would not untie the rope.He asked abruptly, "Didn't you lie to me to untie the rope?"

It seems that he is not happy yet.I answered without hesitation: "No."

"You lied to me." He suddenly grabbed my wrist, pressed the rope and pierced it into my flesh.

I didn't feel anything about his rage, I just looked pity, how could he not be a little more stupid.

"You lied to me again." He continued to complain angrily, so that he didn't want to unspoken rules for me, but I wanted to unspoken rules for him.Then he showed a fierce expression, and said to me unceremoniously: "Anyway, you have already agreed, and you will follow me when you get off the boat."

This is basically the kidnapping to the end.I struggled to shake off his shackles, "Do you want to tie me up with a rope forever?"

"Until you are obedient and successfully become a lady, I don't mind continuing to tie you up." Carl was so angry that I trembled, eating my heart raw.

I sighed in pain, doesn't this guy have moments of normalcy?I was locked here again, and I was tortured madly by him before the ship sank. I suddenly felt that the future was dark.

Carl tried to touch my face again, which made me hairy. I couldn't help turning my face away, but he grabbed my face with his hands unhappily, forcing me to face him.I wrestle with him, move away, and he pulls back, I try to get away from his octopus hand, he tries to make me face him.

Is my face a balloon?It's almost broken after being pinched like this.

I can't bear it, I don't want to bear it anymore.My anger rose from the heart to the side of the gall, and I glared at him with hatred.Carl was taken aback by my stare, and then he stared back even more angrily.

We turned into two fighting cocks, fighting in the air with sharp eyes, so tragic that we could hear the sound of knives cutting flesh and blood.

While killing him with my eyes, my feet moved little by little.Before Carl could guard against other places, I exerted a sudden force on my waist, and one foot left the bed softly, and pressed it directly onto the pillow.Then my feet suddenly came to his neck, my knees bent hard, and then I pressed hard, and Carl, who was out of reach, was directly pressed to the bed by my feet.

The other foot was also entangled in time, and my feet clamped his neck in an instant, watching my judo cross strangle.

Carl was thrown onto the bed by me, and he wanted to get up in a panic, but his neck was pinched by my legs. He struggled for a few seconds and could only say loudly in embarrassment: "Let me go."

"Let go of me first, you pervert." You can talk about nurturing after only knowing each other for two days, you must be crazy about women.

"I said, don't swear, you should start paying attention to your behavior from now on." Carl grabbed my feet and rubbed his head against my thighs, his neat short hair turned into a chicken nest again.

"I said let me go, you pervert." Touching anything, the hands touched the top of the leg, this was intentional.

"You have already agreed."

"Whoever agrees to be your mistress, I nod and refuse."

"What's so good about the lower class, what can that poor ghost place give you." Carl hugged my leg tightly with both hands, and he finally struggled out.

"Sorry..." I stepped on his face with the other foot without hesitation, deforming his face instantly, and then said firmly, "I don't like you."

You don't understand human language, you like to play bondage control freak, you deserve a cuckold.