[Titanic] True Love Is Eternal

Then the scene turned into this weird and inexplicable atmosphere. You must not imagine that Jack, Ruth, and Karl were sitting in the living room of the upper-class luxury suite, looking at each other and having nothing to say scene.

I finally knew where Ruth went. She and Jack went to the deck to chat about life, ideals, art and travel channel analysis. I don’t know if it was an illusion, but Carl and Ruth almost broke their faces.Let me recall the plot of the movie. Didn’t they tear up their faces just before the ship sank, and now the ship is about to use a knife two days after it sailed?

Carl was sitting next to me. He changed into a light-colored three-piece suit, put his hands on the arm of the chair, and his tail ring shone brightly under the bright light.He looked a little disapproving and lazy, especially when he saw Jack wearing garbage like a bilge worker, he slanted his mouth calmly, that kind of mocking and lazy attitude made people feel bad .

Jack's clear blue eyeballs rolled slowly, his eyes shifted from Carl to me, his expression seemed to ask, what's wrong with you?

Ruth was much bolder and more confident. She looked at Carl with absurd and probing eyes, and she didn't have a good face at all.That's right, seeing my fiancé keep a mistress in the room, and she is still with him now, as a couple getting off the ship and getting engaged, for a couple who have sent [-] copies of invitations, it's a rhythm of cutting every minute.

Even if it has nothing to do with love, losing face can make people angry.

For a moment, I really wanted to put my hand on my forehead, when will this kind of absurd drama be marked with an END.

"So...disengagement?" Jack finally couldn't help breaking this dangerous calm like walking on eggshells. There was still a sketchbook on his lap that he hadn't put away in time. The color of charcoal marks on his fingers was obvious. I also dawdled the notebook, which was a small gesture of compromise.

Maybe Jack's heart is also touching his forehead like mine, and this matter is still going on.

Rose sat in the chair next to Jack, she was demure and serious, as if the few of us were talking about the direction of the earth in the next 20 years.

I quickly said with a cold face: "Yes, the engagement is terminated." It's better to put the curtain on this farce as soon as possible. Anyway, if the ship is not sinking, I have enough time and methods to get off the ship and disappear. As for being still on the ship, of course Karl wanted it. Why just be patient and accompany him, after all, I don't want to hide from this marathon plus sprint champion, he is really persistent in chasing people, and he will never give up.

"Ha..." Jack couldn't help but want to break his merits. His transition in acting was not as good as that of a professional actor, and he was about to laugh.Of course, he held back quickly, his cheeks puffed up for a second, like a frog that wanted to laugh but couldn't.

"Well, I know I can't give you happiness, if you want to dissolve our... marriage contract." Jack couldn't help but look at Ruth, as if worried that she might misunderstand, he vaguely stated the marriage contract, and then Say it clearly again: "I agree, we are terminated immediately, and we have no relationship from now on."

The atmosphere was awkward, and the process was too casual.I think if this is a stage play, we are all rookies with no acting experience, just come out to mess around.

Carl watched my interaction with Jack warily, not relaxing for a moment, as if worried that we might resurface at any moment.

I nodded, and then fell silent.Jack also felt that he had finally fulfilled his share, and he didn't want to rack his brains to think of lines, and the scene fell into a terrible silence again.

Carl waited for a while before asking dissatisfied: "That's it?"

Otherwise, what else do you want?

Why don't you get up and dance a farewell classical dance with Jack to show you, aren't you satisfied?

"How did you know each other?" Judge Carl suddenly felt that we looked too casual, instead of having a sense of reality. He began to interrogate suspiciously and cheatingly.

"Uh..." Jack glanced at me unnaturally, as if he wanted to collude with me for the answer.

Is it still necessary to collude when they are face to face?I said calmly: "The fingertips are married. He and I are childhood sweethearts. We were born together in Wisconsin. His father and my father are co-workers. My mother said that before we were born. If it’s not the same sex, get engaged. We have played together since we were young, and the winter there is beautiful and long, like a paradise of ice and snow. In winter, in addition to hunting deer in the forest, you can also dig ice..." I paused, looking It sounds like reminiscing about childhood.

Hearing familiar things, Jack took my words very naturally, "Fishing, open an ice hole, prepare firewood and grill fish at night."

I nodded with nostalgia, and then we both began to talk about some things in Wisconsin in unison, which seemed familiar and particularly convincing.

Carl had listened patiently to our conversation, but we kept talking, talking about fresh white fish from Lake Wisuta to the Mississippi River and down the river, and he couldn't get enough of how to cook it. no.With a sideways glance, he gave Jack a fierce look, and stared at Jack until he had no choice but to let go of his hands, expressing that he didn't want to fight with him anymore.Then Karl stretched out his hand shamelessly, and put it directly on my shoulder. His fingers were slightly cool, and he could vaguely feel the temperature through the clothes.

Ruth was finally willing to look over at him. After the chaos of last night, Cal Hockley might be directly linked to an absurd playboy or a vicious violent maniac in her heart.Seeing Carl hugging me directly, she looked a little strange and unbelievable, as if she felt that this kind of action was too bold.

Jack looked at his actions with strange eyes. After all, in front of his fiancée, hugging another woman generously, this kind of shameless courage is really rare.

"Mr. Dawson, I heard that you are an artist?" Carl showed a very social smile and put his hands on my shoulders, desperately trying to pull me into his arms.

"An artist? No, I just like to draw." Jack was very embarrassed to be praised. He innocently held his sketchbook and looked at Carl, with an irrepressible smile in his eyes.I'm sure he's laughing at Carl, because no matter how hard Carl tries, I won't fall into his arms, sitting up straight with my feet glued to the floor is where I am now.

This caused Carl to appear to be hanging on me from a distance.

"Do you have a place to live in the United States? Do you have a house or savings?" Carl finally had to give up his plan to hold me in his arms. Originally, he might just want to learn from those domineering bosses who hug other women No matter how superior you are to pity others, it's a pity that other women don't cooperate.

Jack smiled optimistically, "No."

"Then how much do you earn from painting?" Karl was as mean as a mother-in-law who was about to marry her daughter, and he talked about money and money.

"I once drew portraits of people at the pier, and it was a dime a piece." It's hard to say that the hero has a good heart, and he doesn't care about Carl's attitude of judging people.

Instead, Ruth couldn't hold back anymore, she said coldly, "Jack has a talent for painting, which cannot be replaced by money."

I helplessly want to help my forehead, what kind of situation is this with no morals and no lower limit.Carl embraced me, and Ruth defended Jack. People who didn't know thought Carl and I were just a couple, and Jack and Ruth were newlyweds who came to visit.

Carl sneered disapprovingly, and said sarcastically: "It sounds like you have no future, I am very grateful that you have taken care of Emily, if you need to sell your paintings, I can sponsor you some money, or you can send Buy me your own masterpiece of art. The United States is not what poor immigrants think, there is gold everywhere, and if you save more money, at least you don’t have to worry about dying in a slum in New York.”

"I don't think so, Mr. Hockley. I won't sell my paintings to people who don't know how to appreciate them." Jack was finally annoyed by him. Flicking back the cheap coat on the side, he tilted his head and looked at Carl expressionlessly.

Karl couldn't get up, looked up coldly and arrogantly, and confronted Jack with a strong sense of gunpowder.

Ruth stood up abruptly, invisibly aggravating the tense atmosphere at the scene.Everyone's faces were not very good, and I felt as if I was in a cruel war, and bloody hand-to-hand combat would occur at any time.

Jack suddenly turned to me with a very cute smile, his loose blond hair shook in front of his forehead, and he said softly: "Emily, although we have broken off the engagement, it doesn't mean I don't love you, I'm waiting for you to come back anytime .Remember that beautiful night? We drew pictures for each other, and you said you loved me, and I think that was the best night of my life.”

Carl's hand on my shoulder became hot, and I almost didn't dare to look at his expression. The strength of his fingers told me that this guy was unhappy again, and very unhappy.

Red|Naked prank, Jack wanted to make a fool of himself, but he even pulled me into it.Ghosts will draw pictures with you at night, or make a beautiful confession.

Jack dropped the bomb and walked out immediately. When he passed Ruth, he also hinted that she would follow.I still don't forget to catch girls after the whole game, the domineering character of the protagonist can be seen.

Then Ruth cast a disdainful look at Carl, and just followed Jack away... Goddess, can you not be taken away so easily.

Carl and I continued to sit quietly, and I was considering whether to enter the yoga state. The coldness behind me and the heat of the fingers on my shoulders gave me a kind of pain that was both ice and fire.It was hard to coax this guy into being normal, but now he is not normal again.

"Did you grow up together?" Carl's voice accentuated the shady feeling. He didn't growl loudly or distort his voice, and stated a fact very flatly.

Should I nod, or should I not.

"Fishing and skiing together?" Carl continued to say flatly.

Thinking back on what I said, the lie chat went so well that I really made up a lot of bits and pieces of details.Maybe Jack and I can write novels in addition to painting and dancing, maybe we both have this fantasy talent.

"You also draw pictures for each other together and express your love to each other."

The tone became more and more wrong, and the strength of grabbing my shoulder was so strong that it made me frown.

"You carry his portrait with you and look at it all the time."

I can't wait to take it out and shoot darts all the time. Sometimes I really can't stand a big man who keeps chirping. As a man, shouldn't he be bolder.

"you still……"

You have to keep on talking!I finally had no patience to bear him, and said bluntly, "So what?"

Karl,...

I shook off his hand, stood up from the chair, smoothed out the folds of the skirt, and the lavender skirt slid down to my ankles following my movements.Then he looked sideways at Karl calmly, his hands still in the position of being thrown away, and stared at me in a daze, the dark scarf under the coat was a little messy.

"Even if I grow up with him, fishing and skiing plus painting to confess, so what?" I am annoyed by his nagging, and I don't plan to get used to this long-winded guy anymore.

Carl moved his lips, and the corners of his eyes seemed to twitch, and then he said hesitantly, "Don't do this again."

"Oh." I replied nonchalantly.

"Don't see him." Carl finally calmed down, and he ordered in a stern tone.

I looked indifferently at the fireplace, where a beautiful painting appeared in the mirror.In a retro paneled room with ornate and refined furniture, a man in a light-colored three-piece suit and a dark red scarf sits. His short hair is combed back meticulously. Underneath the clean and oily hair is a Young stern face.

Compared with being long-winded, his tone of being abused by the contractor on the construction site is even more unpopular. It may be that he was spoiled when he was young, and this guy doesn't have the most basic respect for people in his mind.Probably in his eyes, he deserves to be looked down upon even if he has no money, a typical dude, and his life of luxury and money makes him feel that this kind of order is very natural.

I was too lazy to deal with it, left him silently, and disappeared from the mirror.Step out onto your private deck and casually lean against an ornamental greenery, arms folded looking out at the Atlantic Ocean from the deck window.The afternoon sun hit my face with some warmth, and the skirt had an expensive luster under this light.

The irritability in my heart was dried by this comfortable sunshine, and I finally showed a relaxed smile.

Not long after, a footstep approached hesitantly. He wandered around the deck for a few times before slowly walking over with a cigarette in his hand.

"I know you're in a bad mood." Carl blocked my sunlight, came to me, and said to me a little tiredly.

I looked at him expressionlessly, and then planned to turn to the side to continue basking in the sun.Carl moved quickly to block me. He looked a little at a loss, although his expression was still cold.

"I won't say those words again, I will forget about any fishing confession." Carl reluctantly promised, as difficult as if he wanted to accompany me to climb Mount Everest.

In fact, it doesn't matter if he can't forget it, I'm just a little tired for a while, and I don't want to deal with this spoiled master anymore.

"Can you... draw a picture for me?" He finally asked in a low voice, with a kind of overly eager light in his eyes.

draw?I just wanted to refuse, but I saw him take a puff of cigarette, as if he was trying to relieve the tension that came from nowhere in his heart, the sun finally slanted from behind him and returned to my skirt, and the color of his hair also changed. The dark color turns into a golden brown.

"Just one." Seeing that I didn't speak, he said reluctantly, as if a large piece of flesh had been cut off.

After taking this product, I sighed helplessly and said, "One piece is ten cents."

"So cheap?" Karl's first reaction was not to ask for a fee, but to dislike the low price.

It's not worth a penny if you draw it like this and take it out.

"Okay then, if you draw well, I can give you a lot of tips." Carl put away his disgusted face, and gestured to the side with his head.The old poodle appeared out of nowhere, a kit in hand, and came over to spread a series of sharpened charcoal pencils on the deck table, then erected a support stand with drawing boards and sketch paper.He completed his task neatly, and then walked out of the deck steadily without even looking at me, and he didn't know where he would hide in another corner to observe us silently.

Carl backed away spontaneously, then sat on the chair solemnly, and tried to hold the cigarette between his fingers in an elegant way, putting his hands on the back of the chair, not worried about whether the falling ash would burn his hair .I suddenly felt that his serious appearance made people laugh, so I held back the smile, and I seriously walked to the drawing board, picked up a pen, and carefully looked at the man in front of me.

He realized my focused gaze, and his posture suddenly stiffened.The sea breeze blew in from the window, drooping his hair, and the light cast a warm coat on him with a certain delicate color.

I finally put pen to paper, the first stroke, the straight line crookedly destroys the purity of the white paper.In the second stroke, the arc broke, and I wanted to draw another stroke to complete the line, but found that my hand was shaking uncontrollably.

Miserably, I haven't picked up a paintbrush since I came out of kindergarten.The eyes are one big and one small, it’s okay to continue to paint black and make them bigger, the eyes that become black holes seem a little distorted.

Painting is also a kind of imagination, I continued to write calmly.Arms and dead branches appear long and short on the drawing paper, and a lump of clothes finally barely emerges.

Carl still maintained that elegant posture, the cigarette ash fell on his shoulders, he twitched the corners of his mouth, and then continued to look ahead seriously.

I shook my hand again, and the clothes seemed to be drawn too exaggerated, as if growing breasts.Looking up and seeing Carl's standard model pose again, I couldn't help but twist the smile from the corner of my mouth. I finally couldn't hold it back, the muffled laughter turned into a suppressed low laugh, and finally I held the drawing board with my hands, shaking my head while laughing.

And Carl still had a weird dazed look on his face. He was a little dazed by the sun, and he still maintained that elegant posture.