[Titanic] True Love Is Eternal

The crew led me to the crew cabin, and we walked for a long time to finally reach the prison at the bottom of the ship.I guess our route is from the stern to the crew area on the bow side. There are steerages on the bottom deck of the bow and the stern. Generally speaking, there are more women living in the stern, and more men living in the bow. The one in my hand The ticket originally belonged to a man, but there was still a very small chance of being drawn to the steerage room at the stern.

The old man with sharp eyes looked at me with a very uncomfortable look.As if I were just a big rat out of a third-class cabin, he said sharply to me in a hoarse, narrow voice, with rapid sentences: "I think you know where you are, and my employer wants you to You can hand over what you took, and I don't want a lady handed over to the police."

I looked at him in a daze, this empty-handed logic of catching people on the boat is a thief, I began to worry about his employer, can this kind of IQ really get away with it?

"Joy, I heard you found the thief." A smiling male voice suddenly came from outside the crew room, and then a young man wearing a formal tuxedo, a white vest and a white bow tie walked in through the cabin door. .His short black hair was combed back meticulously, and he had the vaguely extravagant aura of a high-end prom on his body.Putting it on the side of his waist very habitually, it is very bright when he smiles, as pure as the white shirt under his white vest that is almost shining.

He just stood at the door without coming forward, stretched out a finger to touch the tip of his nose, and a few traces of disgust flashed in his eyes calmly.

I glanced at him, and the scene suddenly returned to Puton Harbor on the South Bank, on the smoky harbor, and the silver pocket watch that I accidentally walked around.

Then I pretended not to recognize this guy and lowered my head, looking at my feet covered with small cuts.My toes habitually touch the ground, and I feel the materiality of my toes lightly touching the deck of the cabin. I am always looking for the feeling of dancing.

This kind of rhythm and melody that belongs to each dancer needs to be found by the body. If you change your body, the rhythm in your soul will not change at all.So I'm trying to adapt my body to my soul and make them one.I practiced dance for 20 years in my previous life, but I only started it for three months in this life.

Even if this body has the immature softness that belongs to a girl, it is absolutely impossible to practice to the height of the previous life in a short period of time.Still gotta practice, I wondered.When life is more stable and the diet can keep up, physical training such as sit-ups and squats should also be put on the training list.

It was belatedly that I realized that the cabin was very quiet. I raised my head expressionlessly, and my hair stuck to my face. Even without a mirror, I was sure that I was more embarrassed than anyone else.

The man suddenly appeared in front of me. In front of me was a fixed table with many sundries on it, a sailor's cap with the logo of the White Star Company on it, several sailor's record papers, and a desk lamp.He leaned his elbows on the table, and leaned his whole body on the edge of the table very gracefully. He didn't know how many years he had to practice this movement to be so smooth and pretentious.

The corner of his mouth still has a false smile from the ball, and his eyes are indifferent, as if he is looking for the only noble thing in me-that silver watch that is more expensive than an upper-class ticket.

"You have a good handstand posture, have you been in an acrobatic troupe before?" He tilted his head and asked in a low voice. Of course, the question is just a question, and he doesn't need any answer at all.Then he stretched out a finger and hooked a strand of long hair that floated from behind my ear to the side of my face, and rubbed it with his thumb indifferently, then turned his head and said impolitely to the others: "Yes, I Make sure she took my watch."

When he was talking, I slapped the finger pinching my hair away very quickly. This abrupt movement startled the other person. He suddenly turned his head and pursed his lower lip, looking like he was about to get angry, and there was superficial anger in his deep eyes. .

As if nothing had happened, I stretched out my hands and pressed the disobedient long hair behind my ears, and then continued to look down at my feet.

This silent attitude is like a disobedient rebellion, at least that's what other people think. The so-called upper-class people wearing a brand new tuxedo covered with banknotes didn't immediately go into a rage. He restrained the obvious impatience in his eyes, and then straightened his body and smiled "Obviously she needs some financial help, and I'd be happy to fund a struggling..." He paused for a few seconds, waving his palms up involuntarily, as if he were a politician about to give a speech, gesturing to all The inattentive audience immediately fixed their eyes on him. "...ma'am, she looks like she needs it. I'm not the unreasonable type of person to care about anything else. But that watch was a birthday present from my mother, and I love her, so I hope you I can return this watch." At the last sentence, he looked at me naturally again, the smile at the corner of his mouth seemed to be forced out, and the corners of his eyes did not bend at all.

He desperately wanted someone to cheer him on for his soulful speech, and I continued to put my head down, thinking about where I was going when I disembarked tomorrow.Or wandering with Jack for a while, he has more life experience than me, and the character of Jack in the movie also belongs to the kind of person who is very comfortable to be friends with.Most importantly, being able to get along with former idols is also a very interesting experience.

"Lovejoy, give her twenty dollars," he ordered, pointing at me.

The old poodle came over immediately, and the leather shoes stepped on the ground deliberately and heavily, which was more like a warning to people's heart.He took two ten dollars out of his pocket and threw them on the table in front of me, then he looked at me indifferently with his indifferent corners of his eyes, his wrinkled eyelids drooping.

Hand over your watch, third-class rat—he sees the lines as well as speaks them.

I yawned softly, and turned my gaze slowly to the washbasin not far from the table. There is a hot and cold water conversion device on it, which looks a little more advanced than the third-class cabin.Jack has been found, so instead of staying up all night looking for someone, I think I should go to bed early to deal with tomorrow's life.

Tomorrow will always be a little bit better than today, and thinking of the ten dollars in my pocket, I am so optimistically sure.

"I still have something to do, you go ahead." The guest in the tuxedo who came and went in a hurry patted the corner of his clothes with his hands, as if to pat off the dirty dust here.He straightened his collar quickly, and walked out saying, "I hope that watch will be on my breakfast table tomorrow. I believe it's just a trivial matter."

From the beginning to the end, his attitude towards me was exactly the same as that of his old poodle entourage, he didn't even bother to give me a look, that kind of upper-class dross temperament was so elegant that one wanted to give them a big mouth.

The old poodle followed with a cold face and dutifully followed.

And when the crew raised their voices again to interrogate me, I finally came to my senses. Isn’t the old poodle’s owner Cal Hockley?

Forgive me for not paying attention to these two people at all when I watched the movie. I remember the most clearly when Carl took a gun to chase Ruth and Jack.When I watched a movie for the first time, I wanted to pick up my chair and rush into the screen, smashing the ugly and vicious supporting actor to death.

He is one of the supporting roles I hate the most in movies, so I automatically ignore the roles I hate in the next few viewings.Among them was Ruth's mother, and the cheating boss of Baixing Company.

The crew obviously didn't think I hadn't stolen Carl's pocket watch. It's impossible for a classy person to tell such a lie, and it was obvious that I desperately needed material support. You see, I can't even afford a pair of shoes, so the watch must have been taken by me. stole.

Really very logical reasoning, I really miss the judicial process 100 years later.