[Titanic] True Love Is Eternal

Today is April NO.12, the third day of the Titanic's voyage. With my messy hair, dark circles under my eyes and an ill-fitting skirt, I sat on the private deck of Cal Hockley's luxury suite and had breakfast.

Use a spoon to scoop up the sticky things on the plate. I heard that this is some kind of wheat porridge. There used to be a British king who ate these. It sounds very nutritious.Before I got out of bed, the maid was standing beside me eagerly. If I hadn't moved so fast, she would have ripped off my pajamas.The dress was clearly dug out of Ruth's trunk again, and I had to spend some time getting the lavender high-waisted dress snug and comfortable when I wore it myself.

The silver tableware on the table has a beautiful luster in the sunlight, and the Atlantic Ocean is outside the deck window, and the Titanic is still sailing desperately forward.Carl, dressed in suspenders and a white shirt, looked at home, and sat relaxed on the chair opposite me.I wonder where Ruth has gone, this scene reminds me of the story of the Titanic who overturned the table.When I was watching the movie, I was on the standpoint of the hero and heroine, so when he threatened the heroine, I really wanted to crawl into the movie and strangle this vicious and vicious supporting actor to death.

Now that I'm literally crawling into the movie, the problem is I don't find myself having any means of strangling him.

"Starting today, I will pay attention to your eating habits. Your previous sloppy and irregular habits will change. You have to eat at least four times a day, morning, evening and afternoon tea. I will have someone prepare them for you, and I urge you to eat. You can exercise moderately, but I don’t want you to be overworked. Don’t do strenuous activities before your body is in good condition, such as running around or jumping around.” Carl picked up the bone china teacup, He looked freshly shaved, and his clean face looked much younger in the sun.

I am noncommittal to the habitual aloofness in his tone, and always with the compulsive orders that are taken for granted.Keep stirring that sticky mess with your spoon, which is said to be a king's breakfast.

"The boat will slow down?" I reconfirmed that this is very important, so important that I can't eat or sleep well.

"Of course, it will be as slow as a tortoise on the day of NO. There is no conspiracy at all, and it is really a loss-making business."

"You're amazing." I finally put the poop-colored paste into my mouth. I was most afraid of eating this kind of mud-like thing, and I didn't want to waste food and swallowed it.It is impossible for us to make the upper management decide to slow down even if we are tossing around to the death. Although I don't know what method Carl used, but he slowed down the ship, which means that he has the right in this regard.

I tried my best to scoop up a spoonful of sticky food. I would rather eat bread that was as hard as a rock than be forced to eat this kind of nutritious breakfast.When he put the thing into his mouth again, he suddenly found that Karl was silent, and stopped nagging me what to do.From the minute he sat on the chair, he has automatically drawn up seventy or eighty rules in front of me. His mouth never stopped for a moment, and he used it for talking, but he didn't eat much.

I raised my head in doubt, and found that Carl was looking at me with a teacup, his eyes were a little dull, I silently took the soup spoon out of my mouth, and then scooped up the spoon and stuffed it into my mouth again.He was in a daze for a while, as if he woke up suddenly, his eyes turned to the side uncomfortably, and then he took a sip of tea and smiled weirdly, "Of course, this is just a small thing, I have done more great things, for example, at the end of the year I will start Evaluate some companies and buy them in. By the way, I already have a railroad company, I plan to buy another one, and I am actually still investing in cruise lines. I am a shareholder of the White Star Corporation, of course they will listen to me .”

Oh, I am not salty when he has reached menopause and loves nagging very much.But if the Titanic is not sinking, the stocks he has on hand can indeed make money for him.

After nagging, Carl finally woke up. These topics are not suitable for women. He lowered his head and drank his coffee with a little embarrassment. "You can stay in my room these few days, and I will arrange it for you after disembarking. You don't have to worry about anything."

I don't need to worry until I get off the ship. If I can do a part-time job on the Titanic and save some living expenses, I may be much better off.

As for Karl's hundred or so terrible rules, I'll leave it to the next mistress. I really can't convince myself that I really want to be this guy's mistress. He's a control freak, and I'm most afraid of this kind of person.

Although I fooled this guy, just because he is a shareholder of Baixing Company, he is more responsible than me to pay for it. At least his stocks don't need to bleed heavily to prevent him from getting into trouble.You must know that after the disaster, the guy who has something to do with Baixing Company must be beaten by everyone.

I put another mouthful of sticky stuff into my mouth, NO.14 If the speed of the ship slows down, it is almost impossible for the ship to sink with the captain's ability.But just in case, I'll go to Andrew, hoping to hear his thoughts.When I woke up, I saw the close-up picture of Carl and almost scared me. Does he have the wretched habit of putting his face on others?Then the old man said to me softly in a very goosebump-provoking tone: "The boat will slow down, and I have fulfilled your request."

I've only slept one night and he's already looking for Andrew, and talked to Ismail that he can slow down?

That's awesome, and that's how I feel from the bottom of my heart.For the first time, I realized how much decision-making power these vampire businessmen at the top of the pyramid have in their hands in this era.

But the boat is not sinking, it is easy to do nothing, and then start to exercise the body, the system restores the control of the limbs.I don't want to be too far behind in the modern dance talent of this era.The founder Isadora, the master Wegman, the successor of modern dance Nijinsky, and my favorite dance master Martha Graham.When I think of being able to stand in the same era as them in the future and make my own efforts to lay the foundation for modern dance, I am sincerely moved.

Finally finished the horrible king's breakfast, I found that Karl had hardly eaten anything, he seemed to be sitting here on purpose to watch me eat, almost like a counter-terrorism monitor.And looking at him, he still seems to think that I don't eat enough, which makes me wonder what purpose he has for feeding me so eagerly.

I still didn't see Ruth after dinner, could it be that Carl threw her into the sea after their conflict last night?I put this terrible idea aside and sat in a chair boredly watching Carl work.He didn't wear a three-piece suit neatly like those old-fashioned gentlemen, but draped his coat over the back of the chair, unbuttoned his shirt a few times, revealing the fancy inner scarf inside.With his sleeves rolled up and a pen in hand, he began to flip through the papers spread out on the round table.The desk lamp was on, although the daytime light did not need this hazy yellow light.

I stared at his profile in a daze, and found that he was not so hideous, after all, he slowed down the boat.

Looking at it, I suddenly found that his concentrated expression was a bit distorted. Although he really wanted to continue to concentrate, it can be concluded from the subtle expressions on his face that he was distracted and began to be unable to focus on his work.

It seemed that work was much more boring than eating, drinking and having fun, and he couldn't stand it in less than an hour.For a rich second generation who has never suffered, his father must have worked harder than him.

Carl tried a few times and finally slammed his pen on the table in a fit of rage, which of course he quickly found rude, which made him give me a quick look, worried that I would see his joke.

I was expressionless, saying that I had seen him in even more ferocious ways, and this little irascibility was not a problem at all.

"It's a bit boring to sit here, do you want to do something?" He picked up the pen again and held it between his fingers, the instinctive way of a smoker holding a pen.

I was silent for a few seconds before I tried to nod, looking at him in a daze, it was really boring.

"What do you like, I'll let someone bring it for you to play with." Carl changed his sitting position, leaned back and crossed his legs easily, and said to me kindly with a smile.

"I want to practice dancing." After a good night's sleep and a meal, I feel that my physical strength is pretty good now, and I don't want to waste time sitting and letting my body go to waste.

"Dance practice? No, I'll get you some books. Do you know how to read?" Karl directly denied my words, as if his question was just polite, and then he directly wanted to help me decide the way of entertainment.

"I said I didn't know you and let me practice dancing?" I looked at him suspiciously.If he said yes, I would immediately forget French, English, and Chinese, and become illiterate.

"I can teach you how to read, otherwise I will teach you how to read pictures and appreciate music." Carl poked his work documents with a pen confidently, not afraid of losing 80 million yuan.

The guy who trampled Picasso into several sections, I dare not let him teach me how to read paintings, and music appreciation?This stuff really doesn't need him to teach.

So I tried to communicate with him again, "I won't bother you, I will go to the deck to practice, and you can concentrate on work."

"Learn some basic words first, well, it's good for you." Carl didn't listen, and the terrible self-talk to help people decide the future happened again, "I'll get a teacher for you when you get off the ship, you need these."

I communicated with him patiently, "I don't think you need these, I won't bother you."

"Or I'll get you some food first, do you like tea?" He asked like this, and decided by himself in the next second, "You will like it."

What a terrifying automatic shielding ability, I tried to say: "I know what I want to do, you don't have to decide for me."

"How about I teach you how to play chess."

If there is a game of chess, I really want to confuse him, this guy can't understand people at all, and he won't listen to anything that doesn't match his plan.I'm resigned to my fate, and I'm too lazy to communicate with him, which woman can stand this kind of man.Touching my forehead with my hands in pain, I'd better continue to be in a daze.

It might be that my appearance was too decadent, so Carl stopped talking embarrassingly. He tried to stop the pen from constantly poking those documents, and drew lines slowly instead.Draw a few lines and glance at me without being obvious, and he saw a layer of hair on my back.This is different from the eyes of the audience when I performed on stage, it is very sticky, and it feels the same as the feeling of depression when an idiot hates a woman.

Can't he be normal?

Unbearable to be seen by him, I stood up from the chair and walked towards the door.The guy behind him immediately stood up and raised his voice to ask, "Where are you going?"

He is simply a cell boss, basically he will follow me wherever I go. Do men in this era need to work so hard to raise a mistress?I tugged at the corners of my mouth, showing a half-hearted smile, and turned to him and said, "I want to go to the toilet, do you want to follow?"

Carl choked on my words, and he sat back in his chair stiffly.I continued to walk forward, but I could still sensitively feel the viscous, cobweb-like shivering feeling behind me, which seemed to be materialized, and it was terrifying.

I really want to get a brush or something to brush my body to see if I can get this guy's sight out of the way.

Walking to the living room, the morning sun streams in from the private deck and turns into a golden carpet.I glanced behind me, but Karl didn't follow.That's right, if he even follows a woman to the bathroom, I'll wonder if he's a psychopath.

He took off his shoes freely, and walked to the deck barefoot in the sun.Then start some simple warm-up exercises, the movements are very slow, and you can control your breathing.I heard my own breath merge with the smell of the ocean outside the deck window, pressing shoulders, shaking hands, lowering my waist.As if returning to the basic training class when you were a child, you are meticulous, and you only hear the sound of your own breathing and the subtle sound of your bones.

I faced the ocean outside the window, and the sun shone on my face, warming my eyes and lips.Sweat dripped from my forehead to my chin, I shifted my weight to my right foot indifferently, stretched my back, breathed naturally, lifted my left foot up, and the lavender skirt slid down my calf, with the falling purple petals Same.

When the left foot is over the head, the toes of the right foot also stand on tiptoe, and the arm muscles relax upwards to echo the lifting of the left foot.This is a beautiful dance pose, and the wide skirt also follows this movement into a gorgeous shape, like blooming flowers.

I don't like soft movements that only pursue aesthetics. Under the soft shell, tough strength is what I pursue.

Looking up at the fingers hanging naturally above me, I slowly retracted my movement and returned my left foot to the ground.Then slow down your breathing, intending to rest for a while before continuing.As a result, I saw someone next to me out of the corner of my eye, and blinked the sweat off my eyelashes. I turned my head and saw Karl leaning against the deck door. He bit his lower lip and stared at me with suffocating eyes.

To be honest, being looked at with such eyes by a man I have only known for two or three days, I only feel horrified.

There is a certain kind of pathological attachment in his eyes, and I don't know where this weird attachment comes from. This kind of cage-like gaze really wants people to poke him blind.

Pat the folds of the skirt with your hands. Ruth probably won't want the skirt I'm wearing. I don't plan to continue practicing under Carl's gloomy gaze. Who knows what he cares about when he sees my thighs exposed .

"Is this the modern dance you mentioned?" Carl didn't come over, but leaned against the door, tilting his head and asking me suspiciously.

"The movement of tiptoeing is ballet." Modern dance broke away from ballet at the beginning. Isadora took off the shackles of ballet shoes, and the revolution in the dance world began vigorously.

"This is not ballet, you are not wearing dancing shoes, and you look very relaxed." Carl has not accepted my obvious fooling, he walked to the deck, then sat on the wicker chair, and pulled the green palm tree next to him .

I really don't know where this tree offended you.I don't think he would be interested in explaining dance to him. Things like freedom, dreams, and beliefs are not as attractive as money and gold.In the end, I told him conservatively, "Modern dance is somewhat different from ballet. It does not pursue beauty, but pursues itself. Compared with uniformity, what it needs most is your own inner feelings."

"Inner feelings?" Carl really had an expression on his face, and of course he quickly put away the obvious contempt. "Any feeling is okay?"

I don't care about helping people popularize dance knowledge in my spare time, "anger, despair, sadness, joy, hate or love. Everything, as long as you have it, can become a dance."

"Sounds like..." Carl said with some disapproval, with a strange feeling on hearing the popularity of witchcraft, "Sounds amazing, huh."

This mocking tone, this awkward smile, just say that you look down on "juggling" actors will die?

"So can you show love?" Carl suddenly couldn't help asking, he was breathing a little nervously, and then repeated his question, "If you fell in love with a man, how would you behave?"

How to behave?I couldn't help but think about it. I collected and evolved this kind of emotion more through other channels, because I have never been tempted by any man.I tried to change my mood, and looked at Carl... After watching for a long time, I found that I couldn't get into the scene with this guy's face, so I had to put my eyes behind him, and then slowly searched for that kind of emotion.

Movement and breathing became my instinct, and I walked forward step by step, changing the rhythm and shape of my body, and finally integrated with the light behind me.If I want to show that I am in love with a man, then my eyes will become affectionate, my fingers will be softer than water, and my steps will walk towards him unswervingly.

Karl stood up from his chair, as if he was going to greet me. The urgency in his eyes made me feel that the journey was so long that he had waited for thousands of years and was frozen into a fossil.

He stretched out his hand and touched my cheek, the obsession in his eyes was clearly visible, and I even had the illusion that it was him dancing instead of me.Then his face slowly approached, the sound of his breathing became heavier, his eyelids were half-closed, and our shadows on the ground were close together.

A kiss...a kiss that hadn't even touched my lips, I pushed it away with my hand, Carl woke up suddenly, his face was separated by my hand, he said with some deformation and aggrieved : "You promised me."

A big man, please don't ask me for something in such a coquettish tone?I'm not used to it.

"Sorry, I'm not ready." I'm not going to kiss a man I've known for less than three days, it's unhygienic.

"You won't lie to me, will you?" Carl's vigilant suspicion reappeared.

"No..." It's strange.I saw that insidious calculation surfaced again in his eyes. If he knew that I was going to run away when I got off the boat, he would probably break my leg.

"You'd better not play tricks on me." Carl lowered his voice, looking as if he could not be kissed but turned into anger.

"Of course." I perfunctory him as if nothing had happened. Seeing that he didn't intend to let go, I really wanted to rub my temples. A big man is so suspicious, so he must have the wrong gender.I suddenly reached out and grabbed his chin vigorously, and inserted the other hand into the inner scarf at his collar, dragging his head down fiercely, then grabbed his chin and turned it around, a heavy kiss came It fell on his side face like this.After kissing, he pushed the debt collector away, resisted the urge to wipe his mouth, frowned and said, "Okay, stop making trouble."

Karl touched his face in a daze, as if he still couldn't react to what happened. This kind of blankness made people who didn't know see me and thought I was molesting him.

Turning around and walking inside, his voice suddenly came from behind him, it was a voice similar to that of the morning, but much gentler, "If you want to practice dancing... then show me."

I thought I heard it wrong, didn't he still want to stuff those half bottles of water with his knowledge of painting and music appreciation on me in the morning?Changed your mind so quickly?

Stopping, I looked at him sideways, the sun shrouded us together at the same time, for a moment I seemed to see an emotion clearer than the sun in his amber eyes.

My heart skipped a beat for no apparent reason, and I heard myself answer, "Okay."

The sun is silent, stretching into a river beneath our feet.