[Titanic] True Love Is Eternal

I take a deep breath out of habit, and it seems to have become my signature move forever.Every time I need to solve something, or before going on stage, I will purse my lips like this, lower my eyelids halfway, and take a deep breath.

I could smell the sea water and the paint that hadn't fully dissipated from the hull.The power of breathing began to rejuvenate my tired muscles. My body was like a crabapple flower quietly blooming in the middle of the night, making a sound so subtle that I couldn't hear it. The bones were waking up with the incoming oxygen.I stood up lightly, put my hands in my pockets, and responded coldly and provocatively, "This is too simple, you will never be able to do what I do, do you want to bet?"

Jack looked at me curiously, as if he wanted to see me from the inside out. He spread his hands, "Okay, what's the bet?"

"Tomorrow the Titanic will dock at the port of Queenstown to pick up Irish passengers, and the loser will go ashore. One of us can win the same lucky ticket twice, won't we?" , the down-to-earth feeling gave me the confidence that my feet were already finding a rhythm.

"This is a big bet." Jack frowned in embarrassment. He imitated me and put his hands in his pockets. He walked a few steps hesitantly in place, then whistled after a few seconds of meditation, "It's a bet, life is It's a gamble, wish me luck. Wait, no matter which of us goes ashore, this bet is not good for others."

Meeting me is the luckiest thing in your life, please believe that this bet benefits both others and yourself.

I didn't give him time to react, so I turned around and said loudly, "If you promise to go back on your promise, you're a puppy."

Jack pursed his lips, and immediately fell silent.

I walked over to the stern rail and checked the distance. The rail came up to my waist.Outside the railing is the black hull of the Titanic, and under the hull is the propeller.A gust of sea breeze blows by, blowing my fluffy long hair up in a mess, I really want to wash my hair.

Next to the railing is the flagpole, which is where the heroine grabbed the flagpole and jumped into the sea.And now, the place I intend to conquer is the railing here, the difference is that the heroine is going to die, and I climbed up to live.

I looked sideways at the sunset in the distance, and behind the sunset was a more distant scenery.I recalled every hard floor in the dance studio, there was a straight line like a gap in the center of those planks, and I had already stepped on it with my feet before I had determined the direction of my dance.I lifted my foot bones high, my bones were as hard as the boards here, but I softened the bones of my body because I had to be so soft.I want to command every bone in my body, every muscle, every emotion.I have to dance, it's my whole life.

Balancing is a very dangerous skill. I once stood on the long and narrow stone strip on the roof, and the ground below is six stories high.I stand on one foot, and I have to be as stable as a rock from the beginning, feeling your center point.No matter how human beings stand, they have only one center of gravity, turning themselves into a straight line, into a soft stone, trembling without a trace of doubt, standing alone.

My eyes returned to the reality from the distant memory. The railing of the Titanic is a very narrow cylinder. The white railing is estimated that only seabirds can stand on it like a mountain.Outside the railing, there is a water surface more than ten meters high. If the posture is not correct at this height, people can jump to death.I think that in such a dangerous place, even the best acrobats in the world would hesitate to perform well without safety measures.

My footsteps changed, my toes were tensed and stretched forward, my body was straight, my hands were naturally drooping, my head was raised slightly, and my eyes were level.This body is only soft enough. It took me three months to forcefully soften this body that has never danced. The process of violating the natural growth law and desperately trying to squeeze my bones from hard to soft is very painful. , so painful that I feel the weight of the word alive.

I love this feeling.

Stretch out your hand to grab the railing, accumulate strength, step on it, one by one.The soft soles of the feet measure the width of the balustrade. Didn't the Irish workmen know they should widen those delicate iron bars?

Jack looked at me blankly, and he suddenly stopped, "This is too dangerous, maybe we can play poker, Hi, come down."

I don't want to play cards with ever-victorious generals, I don't have that kind of luck and skill.

The last railing... The hand that I was holding on to the railing suddenly exploded with strength, blue veins protruded from the skin, and I grabbed the railing with both hands and stood upside down, with my feet stepping into the void and my head facing the ground.This action is my memory instinct and has nothing to do with the body, because I haven't done handstand training since I woke up again.

Stretching the toes to the sky, this is simply a difficult move for the Olympic uneven bars, and the uneven bars are not more than ten meters high.

"You're a genius." Jack shouted in surprise, and immediately pulled out his sketchbook. He stared at me, took out a section of charcoal pencil and began to draw on it.

I have entered the state, my muscles are trembling, but my heartbeat is not disturbed, its beating is as calm as the depths of an empty desert.

I am looking for the final center of gravity, which only belongs to the sense of balance of this body. Even if you stand on a grain of sand with only one toe, you will never fall.

Because you are a dancer, your feet are your soul.Your soul stands, and your body will also be immortal.

Yes, I am a dancer.

So I have to be standing.

Slowly, yes, you understand this cramping that reaches the limit, that you can barely hold the body movement, and your physiology is reminding this movement that no one can do it, including you, you can't stand.

This body is still too young, I lowered my eyes indifferently, and the sunset on the other side of the railing was the sea, and my long golden hair fell out of the railing because I stood on my head.

I can't breathe, I'm so tense that I'm on the verge of collapsing, and as soon as I let go, I'll instantly shatter from my rigid state to ashes.Biting my lower lip, cold sweat rolled down my forehead into my hairline.

Jack looked at me in disbelief, and he quickly said: "Enough is enough, I will never do it, you are so amazing."

Looking for the center of gravity, you are a straight line, I finally closed my eyes, and moved my upturned feet down bit by bit, as if I had given up everything and wanted to return to the ground.When my toes touched the top railing, I opened my eyes and exhaled the last breath of air in my chest—let go, straighten my body, and spread my arms to maintain balance.

I stood with the soles of my feet on the top of the railing, with my head tilted up slightly, and my hands stretched out to the sides.The sea breeze was blowing in my face, my sight was covered by hair strands, and I could see the fragmented sunlight on the distant sea surface through the gaps in my hair strands.

The world is silent, as if I am standing in the center of the world.

I'm the king of the world

My soul finally stood up.