[Titanic] True Love Is Eternal

"Emily." He held my hand, with an expression on his face that wanted to be angry but couldn't break out.

"Well, Josephine." I sat on the stage directly, with the sound of dancing in my ears, my feet clinging to the wooden platform and began to play a game of tug-of-war with him.

"Which guy is Josephine?" He finally got up with the ignited firecracker, baring his teeth and claws. I saw his amber eyes were as clear as glass balls, and they were full of angry flames.

"Let's dance." I desperately wanted to get on the stage, dragging him and not letting go.

"Who gave you so much wine?" He was like a suspicious fox, trying to find out the culprit quickly and fiercely, and soon he saw a scapegoat who could vent his anger. "Jack Dawson, you actually encouraged her to come to such a mess."

Jack hid Ruth behind him, and then retorted innocently, "This noble first-class gentleman, Emily's seat is still in the third-class cabin, and she belongs here."

"Who belongs to this damn place? I've already bought her a ticket. She belongs to the first-class cabin. God...wait a minute." He said angrily while pointing at Jack, and staggered towards the stage. Drag him up, and then climb on him like a monkey, you can smell the brandy and male perfume on his nose.

Then I grabbed his arm and said loudly to him: "Be happy, this place is full of music." Dragging him, I ammused myself to circle around to the music.

This man looked like I was going crazy, he held my hand, but he was very sensitive to other people's touch, "Stay away from me, how long has it been since you washed your clothes. Wait a minute, Amy Li, let's go back now, this is not a good place."

"Wow, why don't you dance with her, look how happy Emily is." Jack was still adding fuel to the fire, and after he finished speaking, he pulled Ruth into the crowd and said to Ruth, "We don't care Him, let him suffer a little."

"I've never seen him so embarrassed..." Ruth couldn't help laughing, and ran after Jack.

"Josephine, let's dance." I elbowed his arm, and my ears filled with cheerful tunes and laughter.

"Damn Josephine, what kind of idiot's name is that?" "Josephine" was nervously being dragged around in circles by me. He was not good at this kind of dance at all. Then he started to feel dizzy and his hair was messed up all over his forehead.

His bow tie was askew, the buttons were off, and he lost his image.

I actually thought he was cute, and couldn't help cheering loudly, "Josephine, Josephine, let's dance together."

I made him want to be angry but he didn't know what expression to put on. He could only reach out and pull his shirt helplessly, and said quickly in my ear: "Okay, let's get out of here soon."

I ignored him, let go of his hand, and instinctively wanted to run off the stage and squeeze to the musicians to applaud.He rushed over and hugged me, breathing heavily, "You shouldn't be drinking so much, really, you're an alcoholic."

I stretched out my hand to press his neck, trying to break free from his tight | suffocating embrace, and I heard him complain loudly, "You will embarrass me, I should put you in the safe Lock it up, this shitty place, it's all inferior people... Don't struggle, Emily."

I couldn't push him away, so I slapped his face directly with my hand and pinched it hard. For a while, his angry face was crumpled by me.

"I shouldn't think you're still conscious, you're drunk." He tried hard to speak, but his wrinkled face made it difficult to speak, making his words slurred.

"I'm not drunk." I said with a smile indifferently, I just felt very happy.Since the day I crossed, there has never been a smooth day, and I have been running around the line of food and clothing all day long.I've seen dead bodies starved to death, been intercepted by hooligans, and almost froze to death on the street after being tricked.To be honest, I have never suffered such a big pain, at least not so hungry.But I made it through, and I believe my life is definitely going to be better, and I am, without a doubt, very happy.

"Do you know who I am?" His face twisted even more horribly, and it was obvious that he didn't have any good feelings for this place.

"Josephine," I said firmly.

"This is a woman's name." He finally roared unbearably, hugged my arm hard, and lifted me off the ground.I was dizzy at first, but in the next second, I found that the whole world was upside down, the dancing people, the black beer and the chairs in the lounge were all spinning down.

Even my hair was falling backwards like a waterfall, and I wanted to struggle inexplicably, when a man's angry voice sounded, "Be quiet. Lovejoy, let them go away, this swarm of locusts can't stay away for a moment." Is it noisy?"

I found myself drifting upside down, arms flailing in the air as if hoping to catch something.Finally, I reached down to the clothes, and there were warm muscles on the clothes. I grabbed it rudely, but my body shook for a while, and I heard the familiar voice ordering me through gritted teeth, "Don't touch your feet, I don't want you regret."

The feeling of dizziness persisted all the time. I finally shook my head, bit my long hair in my mouth, and could barely see my posture clearly... being carried by someone?

The bustling noise was gradually weakening, the cold temperature climbed up my arms, and the sea breeze made me tremble. The speed of my forward drift seemed to be blocked by my trembling, and then the movement became faster.I vaguely saw the stars in the sky, and after a while the stars turned into wooden boards, and in a blink of an eye it was dazzling white again.

Then there was the sound of the door being opened vigorously, and then the man's straightforward order, "Warm water, towels, tea, go get ready."

Before I could figure out where it was, I was thrown directly onto the bed as soon as my posture changed.

"Smelling of alcohol, you really piss me off." He started to untie his tie with a big movement, took off his tuxedo, sniffed his cuffs, and looked disgusted. "It's all that kind of smell. Don't go to the lower class to mix with those people. Who knows if they have any infectious diseases. Even if they were put up after the inspection, there must be fare evasion criminals mixed in."

I tilted my head, and the warm quilt made me instinctively drill into it. Seeing him turning around, I foolishly started to smile at him.

"You're drunk." He said loudly to me with his hands in his trouser pockets.

I continued to giggle, the alcohol would get me high, sleepless, and full of energy like an animal with ADHD.

But he seemed to have misunderstood something, with a face of fierce struggle, he paused for a few seconds before convincing himself, "You drink too much, you don't know what you're doing."

What did I do?My hand touched a pillow, and I pulled it into my arms dissatisfied, staring straight at him.

He turned to the bed again, hesitated, and left me again.He kept muttering, "She doesn't know anything, can't she be more sober?"

I felt thirsty, and I stretched out my hand to drink water. The man in front of me saw my action but was as impulsive as seeing the redemption of the dawn. He rushed over and didn't bring me water. looking at my face.

"Well, you must know what you're doing, we could have done this step." He hurriedly touched my hair, my face, and his hands went down, rubbing my neck and collarbone.He convinced himself that the greedy infatuation in his eyes carried a terrifying attack power. "We're going to have a great night..."

He stretched out his hand to straighten my face, and a burst of fine kisses fell on my forehead, cheeks, and lips. This kind of touch was like rain, but the feeling it brought was warm.

I'm not used to this kind of contact, so I reached out and patted his face unceremoniously, trying to block his kiss, he grabbed my wrist hard, and I fought against him to pull it back.He kissed me once, and I hit him once, which caused him to grab my hand with a grin, and wanted to kiss me unwillingly, and then I struggled out of the grasped hand habitually. His strength was great, but once He reflexively lets go when I try to drag him out.

After going back and forth, he finally covered his face helplessly, "You never looked like a woman, and next time, don't wear this kind of skirt to go outside, so as not to be taken advantage of by others."

I pushed him away hard and pushed him straight out of bed, feeling strength all over my body and wanting to stretch my limbs.

"I'll think you're a fool to understand me. Why are you so strong when you're drunk?" The man looked weak, he stood up from the carpet with his hands on his waist, his face was flushed, and his eyes were abnormally enthusiastic.Seeing me sitting up, he hesitated for a moment, then walked over persistently, holding my face in both hands, coaxing me softly and saying: "This is very pleasant, I will make you very happy." After finishing speaking, a devil's claw The stick stretched out to my neckline again, he swallowed, his fingers were trembling all the time.

Like swatting a mosquito, I immediately patted his paws with both hands, and then stared at him with big eyes.He watched as the flush on his face deepened, the heat in his eyes turned into a kind of boiling pleading, followed by depression, struggle, and finally he forced himself to breathe before hiding that enthusiasm.

He tried to pull his hand back, but I couldn't let go.He didn't dare to look at me, so he could only threaten verbally, "If you are so self-willed, I will be very angry."

So what if you're angry.

"You'd better go to bed, take a bath first, I'll ask them to prepare some honey water." The man who was tortured by me until he lost his temper whispered, the red on his face hadn't faded yet.

I shook my head and said softly, "Josephine, let's dance."

"Josephine", ...

"Let's dance." I shook his hand and looked at him longingly.

"Rest." He patiently squeezed out the words through his teeth.

I convinced him without giving up, "I want to dance with you."

"Next time, don't jump up and down in front of others, what will you look like." He began to accuse me, pulling the quilt and trying to push me onto the bed.

"Then you dance with me." I didn't feel tired at all, I shook his hand and kept repeating.

"Give me peace, you won't have tender moments." It seemed that he had no experience in coaxing people to sleep, and he looked at me almost collapsed.

"I'm very gentle." I seriously self-evaluated. The teachers, friends and classmates I have been with all said that I have a good personality. "So you're going to dance with me." Because I'm soft.

He tried to withdraw his hand, and I tug-of-war with him, but I just wouldn't let him go.

"Okay, go to bed after dancing." He finally compromised and looked at me helplessly.

I jumped off the bed, dragged my "Josephine" and ran outside, and he continued to complain behind, "From now on, you are not allowed to drink alcohol, you are not allowed to come home late, and you are not allowed to show the part above the calf in front of outsiders ..."

I tried to find the music, but the cheerful tunes just now had already left, and I couldn't find anything, only the wind from the private deck.I pulled him onto the deck, and the moonlight and the lights of the ship intertwined into beautiful colors. I threw off my shoes and stepped on them with bare feet.Then said to him, "Take off your shoes."

"What?" He looked at me in surprise, with reluctance on his face.

I put my hands on my hips, looked at him with a smile, and reminded him tirelessly, "Take off your shoes."

His expression of reluctance turned haggard, and he looked around helplessly and hesitantly, as if he was worried that others would see our embarrassment.Then he bent over, uncomfortably took off the shoes on his feet, and started nagging again, "You must rest immediately, what does this look like?"

I don't feel like I need a break, I've never had so much energy.Stretching forward with both hands, I approached him step by step. I touched the white vest on his body, and on top of it was the collar that had lost the button. I gently pressed my face to his chest. The warm heartbeat was accelerating. As fast as the roar of a train in my ears.

I felt the familiar dizziness and heavy drunkenness, he put his hand on my shoulder clumsily, "If you want to dance, jump faster, drunkards are really hard to serve."

I stepped on his foot, which was a sock.He instinctively wanted to step back, but I stepped on it to prevent him from escaping.Lightly, I stepped on his feet, left to right, right to left.In an instant, the weight of my whole body was on him. I grabbed his shoulders, put my head on his chest, and said softly, "Take a step forward..."

He was silent for a while, as if he didn't know what to do with me, and finally resigned to his fate and put his hand on my back, holding me for fear that I would fall out, and then moved a step forward with a very stable force.

"Take a step back." I closed my eyes and said vaguely.

He paused, and took another unskilled step back.I was hanging on him, and suddenly laughed sullenly, feeling drowsy with a smile.His heartbeat kept accelerating, turning into a lullaby for me, and I half-closed my eyes and looked at the floor.

The moonlight is like water, elongating our shadows until they merge into one.

Then I fell asleep, the deepest sleep I've had in months.