[Titanic] True Love Is Eternal

The time after afternoon tea was very mild, the Atlantic sky was immersed in a weak halo yellow after six o'clock, and the sea water was gradually dyed by this last light.The temperature is kept at eleven or twelve degrees Celsius, and the ship has not yet entered the cold current, so there will be no sudden drop in temperature.

Once again, I watched with my own eyes how Karl changed into his dinner party clothes. He was accustomed to having his personal servants change him into a tuxedo.Lovejoy would put him in the black coat himself, with the long swallowtail that fell to his knees behind him, and he stood in front of the mirror, impassively letting the servant arrange.

And I found that he was very picky about his cuff buttons, and the manservant who picked them for him had to ask him again and again if he was satisfied.When the old poodle put on his coat, he would pick up the watch to check the time.Carl pressed the white bow tie with his hands, combed his short black hair back neatly, not letting any strands fall out frizzily.

Then he turned to face me, white tie, white waistcoat, white shirt, black trousers and coat, the image of an upper-class gentleman in the late Edwardian era was perfectly presented in front of me.

I put the teacup that had been drained to the bottom of the oil on the table, remembering the pigeon meat I ate just now, and my stomach, which had not been in contact with oil and water for a long time, was still protesting the serious consequences of indigestion.I thought that there would be no food in afternoon tea that would appear in dinner, but Carl changed the recipe for me without authorization.

"I'll ask someone to arrange dinner for you. I'll have some pre-dinner drinks later. I'll be back soon after I go out." Karl habitually touched his tail ring. The ring was large and golden in color, black Opaque-set stones neutralize the gleaming gaudyness of the ring.

Still want to eat?I suppressed the urge to hiccup, and I had four meals a day, all of which were big fish and meat. I was actually not used to such a full and layered eating habit.

Carl touched the ring, tried to take two steps, and then turned to me and said, "You can go to dinner with me in the future and meet some people."

He wants everyone to know that he has a mistress in his room, and now he is planning to take me out to show off?

I shook my head, only to find that I was too honest, so I immediately sat up straight, intending to watch him go out with a polite smile.

"Then I'm leaving." Carl's stickiness broke out again, and he turned his head once after taking two steps, his expression seemed to hope that I would cry and tell him not to go.

Although I could pretend to be reluctant to part with him, but looking at his paralyzed face with a strange longing, I couldn't enter the scene for a while.Because I found that I seemed to be out of play, and I began to think about my lies in my mind, and those lies piled up and turned into a silver pistol, shooting at me crazily.

I'm lying too much now, and when Cal Hockley sees through my game, he's going to kill me.I also want to save my life to realize my dreams, and I don't want to be chased all over the world with guns.

After waiting for a while, seeing that I was still not thinking about it like a dead wood, he bit his lip dissatisfied, and then continued to walk out, but turned back quickly after walking two steps.I am very wary of his actions, this kiss-stealing maniac.

Carl came to me, he took off his tail ring without hesitation, then bent over and grabbed my left hand.His hands are much bigger than mine, without any calluses from labor, clean and smooth, and darker in color than mine.Then he put the ring that looked like a man on my ring finger, which was just right and even a little tight.

After he put it on, Karl looked at my hand over and over again, his pickyness continued to attack, "This is an antique, more than 100 years old, I don't have much jewelry with me now, I will send it to you after I get off the ship. I remember I also bought a diamond crown in the shape of flowers and leaves, with more than 40 carats, which is very suitable for you to wear."

A ring for the ring finger...a crown for a married woman...

If Ruth hadn't been talking about life with Jack, I would have thought I was Ruth through time travel.

"I won't wrong you, and soon you will be able to stand beside me openly." Carl promised in a low voice, his voice was a little muddy because it was too low, and it had a different kind of sexy taste.

My hand was held tightly by him, and the ring on my ring finger was a bit out of tune with my white finger, showing the strange beauty after the collision.Carl lowered his head and gave me a hand kiss. His actions were standard and impeccable.Then I got up and let go of my hand, touched my bow tie, and made sure that I was perfect before leaving my side and going out.

Lovejoy squinted at the ring on my ring finger and followed him out in silence.Soon a maid came to tidy up everything, the clothes, the buttoned bow tie after being picked on, and the silver teapot to help me add new tea, and then brought fresh pastries and cakes.

I maintained the same sitting posture until I felt a little numbness in my hands, and then moved my five fingers dexterously.The weight of the ring unexpectedly gave me a sense of restraint. This weight, like the kiss that fell on the back of the hand, reminded me of the animal mark.

Stretching out my right hand and slowly touching the gemstone on it, I looked forward and took the ring off my ring finger with a little force.When it fell to the knuckles, he hesitated for a while, then pushed the ring back bluntly.I will return it to him when I disembark, but now that I take it off, the man will probably talk about it endlessly.

After dinner, it was already dark.On the bulletin board, yesterday's speed was 835 kilometers, which is still a sailing speed without any achievements.At this speed, the ship will enter the ice floe area as scheduled. If the ship slows down on No. 14, the series of coincidences that led to the destruction of the Titanic should be changed.

I leaned against the deck window and looked at the ocean outside the ship, the starry sky was so clean.The sea breeze is very strong, I didn't coil up my long hair, and the hair curled and fluttered back with the wind.Someone came up behind me, I thought it was a maid here, until a calm female voice said, "Hello, Emily."

I turned around and saw Ruth wearing a goose-yellow high-waisted skirt with jewel clips in her hair, looking at me kindly.

"Hello." I responded with a smile.

Ruth was a little nervous and didn't relax until I smiled.

"I won't disturb you." Ruth didn't step forward, but stood on the deck, holding each other's hands properly.

I shook my head quickly, considering whether to ask her for an autograph, and then ask Jack for an autograph, so that I can show off when I tell my grandson bedside stories when I get old.

"Although it's impolite to ask, I still can't help it, you and Karl..."

"It's nothing to do with it?" I don't even need to listen to her next words, she will definitely ask, you and Carl are old lovers, so you don't even need to add a question mark.After such a commotion on the boat, everyone knew that the two of us were lovers who had fallen out.

"How is it possible?" Ruth's smiling face froze in embarrassment, she said in disbelief.

I can't live without doing evil, I'm thinking about whether to start explaining, starting from that rotten watch, kicking him almost paralyzed, and now the progress of this jump.The ghost knows that we have only known each other for less than three days, and as a result, rumors have been flying all over the Atlantic Ocean.

"He loves you, I know it." Ruth vowed, with no regard for the audience's ability to bear it.

I thought I heard it wrong, and asked in surprise, "What?"

Ruth repeated affirmatively again, "He loves you, I didn't know he fell in love with you, why did he choose me. It was wrong at the beginning, you are the one Carl loves. Although he has pursued me, but I I could tell he was never really in love with me. I thought he was the kind of person, the kind of person who was just a snob, money loving, self righteous, thought he was God, and had no respect for things he didn't know, I think what he loves the most is money, and he likes to show off everywhere, so arrogant that he is annoying..."

Once out of control, Ruth commented that her fiancé had a lot of dissatisfaction, she directly concluded, "I thought he didn't know what love is, he only loves himself and wealth, it's really sad Desperate... What a desperate man."

This sentence is sad, Ruth's eyes moistened, her chest heaved a few times before she said: "But it turns out that he can love people, and he is crazy. I don't think there will be another engagement. I know him. He is very ruthless." , soon he will realize that it is wrong to marry me, and he will try his best to solve this mistake."

I,……

Wait, we really didn't know each other for less than three days, and one day we were killing each other, and the other two days were actually crazy.Even if Carl likes my decent looks, it doesn't mean he really loves me enough to take risks.A man who dared to commit suicide by swallowing a gun on the verge of bankruptcy, looked like the kind of guy who couldn't lose his wealth and the aura of the upper class, kicking off his noble fiancée for a tramp, no matter how he heard it, it was impossible for him to make a sacrifice .

Taking Ruth's evaluation as an example, this kind of selfish, selfish, money-loving, self-serving man who has no respect for others and is heartless, ruthless, and ungrateful is absolutely impossible to fall in love with any woman easily.It would be possible if it was Jack, he has an artist's heart and is good at finding anything beautiful, so he will fall in love with Ruth at first sight.When I got in touch again, I found that Ruth's heart was consistent with her appearance, and she could sink directly.This is because he is Jack Dawson, and his kind and warm personality is the complete opposite of Cal Hockley.

And Carl and I wanted to strangle each other to death when we met for the first time. There is no soil for love at first sight.He really just wanted to keep a mistress, I kept telling myself that.

"Although it's strange for me to say this, I wish you all the best." Ruth didn't seem to be that relieved, she felt that the environment she was facing next was much worse, and if Karl wanted to regret the marriage, she would be in the same situation It's hard.

It seems that she will not believe the fact that Carl and I are not lovers until she dies.In fact, it doesn't matter, because in the end, Ruth will fly with Jack to ride a horse, fly a plane, go fishing on ice and hold an art exhibition, and then have a bunch of children, live a happy life, and finally die of old age in a warm bed... It's how I watched the movie assuming Jack didn't die and they ended up.

So whether Cal Hockley has a mistress, or whether he wants to renege on his marriage has nothing to do with them, as the story is told at the beginning.

Ruth turned around and was about to leave a little desolately. She might still be thinking about the possibility that her mother would go crazy if she lost her marriage contract. A girl with a passionate personality who should have spent her youth carelessly was called a little old woman by her mother.

I pondered for a while, according to the plot, it should be that Jack wore someone else's tuxedo to attend the upper-class dinner, and then kidnapped Ruth to dance.But because Jack and Carl are almost eye-catching now, it is impossible to be invited, so even Ruth didn't go to the dinner party.

The Ruth Dawson I hope to see should be smiling happily, not depressed like this. You must know that her poster is still in my collection box.

Without hesitation, I ran after her and grabbed her arm. Ruth was startled by my movement.I gave her a warm smile, "Beauty, let's stop discussing these meaningless things, date? Come with me to a special party that can make people happy."

Ruth was taken aback for a moment, but she just shook her head amusedly when she realized it, "It's strange, did you and Jack really meet on the boat? He told me that you only knew each other for less than three days, but you and him gave each other I feel like, you guys are equally interesting, knowledgeable, and different."

"Very high evaluation. Fortunately, I am not cold-hearted in your eyes. I only love money and not beauty." I jumped a few steps away and saluted her, "Please accept my invitation."

Ruth looked at me seriously, then reached out my hand, and I led her inside.Her low voice came from behind, "I really want to be like you."

I told her without looking back, "Yes, the world is very big, you should go and see it."

After walking a few steps, my hand was held back. Ruth had already dragged me to her room. Her gloomy look was swept away, her eyes were firm and confident, "At least a change of clothes is necessary to attend a party. You can't do this."

I really wanted to tell her that I couldn't appreciate the custom of changing three or four outfits a day like a doll.

Ruth came in and rummaged through her piles of clothes, and her maid Judy hurriedly started to help, and I couldn't get my hands in and leaned against the mirror.She proposed a bright red long dress with short sleeves covered with gauze, and gorgeous golden flowers bloomed on the whole skirt. The combination of gold and red formed an excessive color rendering, which was very beautiful, but also difficult to control.

To be honest, it would be a little too... er, gaudy for Ruth to wear such clothes.

"This skirt was designed by a French designer. I like his design, but unfortunately his style is not suitable for me. I bought this skirt for a long time, but I didn't dare to wear it at first, but now I can't fit it." The thing came as soon as she opened her mouth, and it could be seen that she had studied this aspect.With admiration in her eyes, she stroked the unrealistically beautiful flowers on the red dress, as if she was touching a girl's dream of her own.Then she handed me the skirt, "You fit, Emily."

I thought she was joking, but when I saw that she didn't take it back at all, I realized that she really wanted me to wear this golden and red gauze dress.To be honest, if it wasn’t for stage costumes, I would never choose these two colors, let alone blend them together. Beauty is beauty, but if your appearance and aura are not strong enough, you can’t suppress these two colors at all. The most aggressive color.

Seeing the skirt that Ruth insisted on stuffing, I thought about it for a while. Anyway, not many people know me, so even if I dress badly, I won't feel ashamed.

After putting on the skirt, I didn't even look in the mirror, and went out with my blonde hair loose.Ruth, who had just tied her hair up with the help of the maid, held the diamond adorning her hair, and yelled at me, "Emily, your hair."

I reached out and grabbed the big wavy blonde hair to make it more scattered and fluffy. I turned around on the spot, and the red skirt unscrewed, and all the golden flowers on it flew up.Then I spread my hands and said to her: "This skirt is only suitable for wearing like this. If the hair is not pressed down, the clothes will be separated."

Ruth didn't protest, she grabbed her jewelry box, a headband, and a lipstick jar and stuffed them into my hand, and said with great experience, "You get it on."

I looked at the headband with rubies in my hand, and at the bright red lipstick... Is this so eye-catching that I turn into a Christmas turkey?If you want to pull a goddess to a party, you have to dress in colorful clothes to entertain the public.Ruth took care of herself enthusiastically. I saw that the time was about the same, and then I quickly put the hair band on my forehead, suppressed most of the bangs, and then casually applied the lipstick to my lips. It was a complete fulfillment of Ruth's wish. .

Ruth gazed at me with strange, dreamy eyes and said, "You're beautiful."

I nodded rudely, dragged her out immediately, and said to her perfunctorily, "I know she's pretty, and if I change my clothes, it'll be daytime."

Passengers in the third class need to be invited to go to the first class, and guests in the first class do not need any permit to rush to the lower class.I dragged Ruth across the long deck without hesitation, and when I was looking down on the upper deck, I saw Jack lying on a chair on the third-class promenade deck, smoking and looking at the stars.

Dragging his goddess, I came to the promenade deck, and the sound of high-heeled leather shoes stepping on the teak deck woke up the quiet night.Jack stood up suspiciously and looked towards us. The cigarette in his mouth suddenly fell onto his pants, causing him to jump up.

I pushed Ruth forward, Ruth was caught off guard and staggered forward, Jack quickly reached out to catch her.

Striding forward, I hummed, "Josephine, get on my flying machine, let's fly to the sky together... It's nine o'clock, let's go to the Irish concert."

Jack pointed at me and laughed, "That's crazy." After finishing speaking, he dragged Ruth to follow me, and started pointing at me, "The clothes are nice, but you should put a catty of makeup on your face, It's better to be all red, it's more harmonious, I still have some paint, do you want to lend it to you?"

I paint your face with paint.

The saloon of the third-class cabin is at the stern, and half of the Baixing eight-member performance team happily played lively jazz for the immigrants in the third-class cabin.When we arrived, the musicians were smiling and beating the leather drums quickly, and the Irish bagpipes blared loudly in the noisy saloon.

In the center of the living room are immigrants dancing to the rhythm. I was seduced by this high-spirited and joyful tune, raised my hands and began to clap along with the drums.As soon as the dance steps turned around, I circled directly next to the band, and the skirt flew with my neat steps.

I love this place where all the rhythmic music is playing and everyone is laughing, dancing, drinking and talking loudly.

The violinist did not have the rigorous and elegant style of the upper class, no matter how crazy or jumping, all the notes flew into the sky in pieces.My applause fell high and loudly, blending with this fast-paced music.

Jack yelled over the noisy voices: "Emily, do you want a drink?"

As soon as I heard it, I immediately saluted the band with my hands, and then rushed into the dancing crowd, and found Jack's table. He was holding a few large glasses of dark beer and put them directly on the table.Ruth was a little cautious at first, but slowly, curiosity and interest occupied her eyes, and she also became excited.

I drank a glass of beer in one gulp, feeling my blood boil.Turning around, he put the beer glass on another table, and said boldly to the third-class passengers at this table who were guessing, "Uncle, let's fight for wine, and I will lose your hat to me."

The equally heroic boxing uncle stood up, threw the cloth cap on the table, stepped on the wooden chair and roared loudly: "Fight it!"

"Don't fight so hard." Jack covered his eyes unbearably, and then immediately handed me the beer in his hand, "Fight with him, Emily."

Ruth watched us, amused, and huddled beside me to see what I could do.As a result, when I asked for the hat, the uncle had already covered his stomach and ran to the bathroom.And Jack took Ruth to a pas de deux, and a little girl ran up next to me and tugged at my skirt.

As soon as the beer came up, I looked down at her a little dizzily, saw her curly hair and round eyes, and blurted out to her, "Korola, are you happy?"

The little girl who once had a side smiled sweetly at me, and I immediately led her to the dance floor, "You know, the Titanic will not sink."

Corola looked at me with flushed cheeks, as if saying contemptuously, this ship is not sinking.I looked up and saw Jack pulled Ruth to the stage and began to dance Irish tap dance to the rhythm. The young handsome guy kicked the ground with strength and accuracy, with a flying smile on his face, showing himself to his beloved girl .

Ruth let go and followed his footsteps without shoes.

Standing under the stage, I suddenly felt like I was watching a movie. Every time I watched it, I cried like a dog, but now I just want to laugh with them.I put my finger in my mouth and whistled loudly towards the stage a few times, "Well done, Jack, let's do a striptease."

Jack looked disgusted at me and said that he would not sell meat.He rushed to the edge of the stage, beckoned to me and said loudly: "Come on, applaud and applaud." Immediately, countless applause surrounded me, drums and bagpipes and violins were whirling.As soon as I got drunk, I slapped the hat on the head of the little girl in Corolla, jumped onto the stage, squeezed Jack away, and faced the enthusiastic audience familiarly.Pulling the skirt away with her hands, golden flowers bloomed in the flames.

The feet under the hem of the skirt stepped heavily on the wooden platform, and the hands over the head followed the footsteps and slapped vigorously.There is no trace of femininity in the arms, feet, and straight back. The strength in my body is all bursting out, and a long-lost dance enthusiasm is flowing rapidly in my blood vessels.

I love fermented dark beer, I love enthusiastic dancing crowds, I love the cheerfulness of bagpipes, and I love the freedom and casualness of flamenco.

Throwing off the red skirt and jumping directly into the male flamenco, the soul of the gypsy seemed to revive in my body at this moment. Freedom and unruliness became Josephine's aircraft, carrying us to the sky together.I felt the dizziness of drunkenness, and my body seemed to break away from the rigidity of youth at this moment, bringing all the efforts of the previous life over, and my feet and my soul perfectly matched.

From men to women, wrists and fingers are more powerful than any flowers, but softer than any petals, showing the special character of the Spaniards.

I can't remember where I came from, or where I am.Holding the skirt with his hand, looking up through the blurred crowd, he saw a man frowning dissatisfiedly, walking carefully down the stairs of the living room.He was wearing a neat black tuxedo, his black hair was combed meticulously, his eyes seemed to be searching for something, and his demeanor was full of impatience and anxiety.

Then he seemed to be touched by something, and he saw me in a blink of an eye.

I didn't stop my dance steps, I finally put a smile on my face, and the expressionless flamenco also switched to a more soothing dance.As if he didn't fit in with the place, my dance moves started to go out of sync with the upbeat band.

The man walked quickly through the crowd toward me, looking angry.

"Damn it." He finally squeezed out of the stage, wanting to push everyone into the sea, even messing up their hair.

Seeing his distressed appearance, I smiled gloatingly, humming a familiar song softly, slowly bent my body, stretched out my left hand, and the ring on my ring finger was shining brightly.

I sang softly, "Josephine, get on my flying machine, let's fly to the sky together..."

My eyes are blurred, but I still clearly remember that when I was watching Titanic, I thought of singing this song to my beloved man. The most famous love song in the early 20s, chasing the girl you love in an airplane.

"Honey, get on my flying machine..."

His left hand was suddenly grasped, pressing down on the ring, and his fingers intertwined.

I continued to squat down and sang this song with a smile.

His fingers were so warm that his heart was hot.