[Titanic] Surprise in the bubble

On May 1912, 5, under the escort of Jack Bradley, he walked out of the hospital with large and small bags of medicine, and David who sent him to the door, and the nurse who had been taking care of him , got into an old car.

He was taken near the News Building in New York City.Through the car window, Jack saw the advertising boards erected outside the news building, and there was still a board on which the news of the Titanic was still printed. He didn't see it clearly, and only had time to see the words 'Titanic'.

He is especially sensitive to this word, so he can see it at a glance.

Up to now, Jack can finally face this fact more calmly, so he sighed, leaned on the back of the car seat, stared blankly for a while, and then said as if talking to himself: " I didn't expect that so many people died..."

"..."

"The Titanic, I really thought that there would be an unsinkable ship in the past... You know, in fact, that night, Sean told me that he wanted to steal a lifeboat with him... I heard from the sailors that a passenger ship was trapped inside the iceberg, and we originally planned to bribe the sailors to let us go into the sea, and then go to board the ship quietly."

Bradley turned his head back, still with a sullen face, looking at the nostalgic Jack with unclear meaning, "That's why I didn't want to tell him that night?"

"...No, I really don't know where he is. It's just that I had a few guesses at the time, but I didn't want to tell." Jack recalled, smiling very bitterly, "But in fact, he Didn't Lien also be deceived? How do you know—"

Suddenly, Jack stopped talking, he suddenly closed his mouth, looked out of the window again, and said nothing.

So did Bradley.He also lowered his head, tense as if he accidentally touched some taboo, and tensed his muscles involuntarily.

Jack grasped the suitcase in his hand, and stared blankly at the bustling street outside—something that he had never really dared to face, now, it was just such a memory that clearly emerged.

Jack couldn't help thinking seriously about the weird words in Sean's album.

Jack...even Bradley has to admit that Sean Pastor, who may have a big secret, has left them a clue, and has been waiting for them to find out.... ..

The silence between Jack and Bradley has been maintained until a high-end villa residential area in New York City, close to Wall Street.

The greening rate here is very high, there are green trees everywhere, only the neat and beautiful roofs can be vaguely found among the branches of those trees.

There was nothing special about these roofs, but Jack couldn't help admiring those smooth designs.Until he came to Pastor's big villa.

It's better to say it's a house than to say it's a villa.

Because the house that is completely exposed to the sight is really huge, covering an area of ​​more than 500 square meters. The windows on the third floor are arranged in random order on the wall facing him, and white gauze curtains float from the inside. Fluttering in the breeze.

He is magnificent, as if he is the owner of this entire forest-like complex.

Ryan Pastor.He stood in front of this big house that looked like something out of a fairy tale, and looked at Jack with no expression on the house behind him in surprise, then walked up to him and stretched out an arm, "Jack Dawson?"

"Yes...that's it." Jack reacted immediately and held the hand.

"I heard what Saffol said about his younger brother." He paused, glanced at Bradley who was standing aside, and let Jack know that 'Safoul' turned out to be the long-acquainted Mr. Bodyguard, "So I think it is necessary for us to get to know each other formally, including that we may need to talk." He said, but just as Jack wanted, he replied: "You are right, Mr. Pastor, you think so too."

Regarding the matter of Sean, Jack really thought that it was necessary for him to come to his home to have a look.He wanted to find traces of Sean, especially, he really hoped to find something from here to decipher the strangeness of Sean.

Ryan was satisfied with Jack's straightforwardness, and he led Jack into the big house.Bradley hesitated for a moment, but also followed.In fact, he paid close attention to anything that had to do with Sean.That was his good brother since he was a child, even though he was just a servant attached to Pastor's family.

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Since then, I found that it has become something I appreciate very much, or in other words, I can finally get rid of those previous concerns, and I am eager to move about other things.

I found that I couldn't bear to continue like this, living against my happiness and living for the quality of life.

In the hospital, as a male nurse.I don't think this is an embarrassing thing, even though sometimes I still make a lot of fuss about illness, but in fact, in the eyes of my colleagues, I can often play a greater role than female nurses.

What's more, there is not only one male nurse in this hospital, or in other words, there are about dozens of them doing the same job, so it's not because of these that they don't like this job.

Actually, just tired of living here.

I am tired of all kinds of medical responsibilities, and I need to be more careful and frightened every day.

Tired of having to greet each other with a smile every day, and tactfully ease the relationship between doctors and nurses.

Tired of unreasonable complaints and complaints, tired of their vitriol and meanness.

Tired of the days of being in a group of girls, the days when even speaking needs to be considered.

This kind of life has always made me feel unhappy and depressed.Looking up at the blue sky again and again, I hope that the world will be turned upside down, so that the land under our feet will become clear and blue, and the dirty ground will become as far away as the blue sky.

It's just...it's not possible.We have to struggle in this helpless world, constantly go against the things we love most in our hearts in order to survive, and struggle for our family and obligatory society.

At the beginning, before I met Jack, what I thought was actually unwillingness and depression - I didn't know at all, a person who has no home, no empathy, living alone in such an environment, what I face every day is picky How can I live happily ever after.

That's it, on days like this, all the fresh side is worn away, leaving only a body wrapped in layers of horny dead skin, which makes it a little bit rigid, and finally, decadent.

So at that time, I felt that the meaning of living was not as great as that after death, I could find the meaning of peace of mind.

At that time, because of all kinds of huge negative emotions and pessimistic and lonely emotions about life, I was trapped in a small circle, gradually making my world narrower and narrower, until in the end, I could hardly see anything more.

I thought I had seen all the sophistication of the world, and I often felt that—but so, no matter how hard I tried, nothing could be changed.

Before those things happened, it was because I didn’t know the reason for living anymore, and I thought I was breathing like a walking dead. I often felt that this was exhausting and unnecessary, but because there was really no earth-shattering event to stimulate me, I let it go.

At that time, I didn't even have the will to resist the survival instinct, and I was half dead, so in the world of the Titanic, I yearned for a passive destruction like that.

And now, it's been through.

So now, I am determined to let go of this numb and indifferent life, which will only become more and more boring, and find some happiness to come back.

Thinking about those days, sitting on a passenger ship was like stepping on the sea water.

It was a wonderful, suddenly enlightening touch, which made the air felt in the mouth and nose much fresher.

In particular, the vast sea that can't be seen is only a small piece that can be seen.

Just this small piece has already brought him a chance of life and death, as well as an unforgettable love.

So, how big is this world?

How vast is this world?

I want to go, leave here, go to this world, and take a look at those beautiful places that only exist in my mind or on pictures.

Think, only in this way can we rediscover the self and happiness of the whole body.

I want to feel once again, after death, standing on the sea water, the joy and joy of being alive when I come into contact with dolphins.

After all, in fact, it has never been like others, having a home and love.I have been alone all the time, but I was driven by the people around me and embarked on an ordinary and ordinary Chinese road.

But now that I figured it out, I don't need to work hard for my family like them.

Without these enviable concerns, naturally, you can find more freedom that belongs to you.

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Jack was led into Pastor's mansion, which was as luxurious as the first-class cabin on the Titanic.

Jack looked at the more complicated reliefs on the wall, the famous works hanging around, and at the fireplace, coffee table, and golden candlesticks on the window sill, the huge crystal chandelier hanging above the head, and the display The round table in the spacious living room and the European-style sofa around the coffee table can't help but be amazed.

It's not regal, but it's definitely a rich outfit.Jack had never seen so many good things arranged so artistically in one room in all his life.

He couldn't help but looked up. The three-story building was actually higher when viewed from the inside of the room than from the outside.

Every level of stairs spirals up, leading directly to the corridor on the whole floor. Jack can vaguely see the doors of those houses. They are not closely arranged, but very sparse. Thinking about it, each of those rooms must be too big.

"Please sit down." Ryan led Jack all the way to the sofa, and he was guided to sit on an exquisite European-style sofa that can accommodate five people. He carefully put his buttocks on one side of the sofa and leaned against the side The handrail, fingers involuntarily, caressed the white, hollowed-out handrail nervously, feeling a little uneasy.

Ryan sat across from him, looking very relaxed, while Bradley stood behind Ryan, silently looking at the coffee table, surrounded by servants and housekeepers who served hot black tea, steaming from it, setting off the Looking at all these scenes, Jack's eyes were vaguely unreal.

But Jack didn't pay any attention to these things at this time, he was attracted by a photo on the coffee table.

There were two of them in that picture, obviously a pair of brothers, because Jack knew them, one was his Alsian, and the other, sitting across from him, was Ryan Pastor.

"A few days ago, I heard what Bradley said about us." Ryan took a sip of black tea and said in a hoarse voice: "It seems that before my brother passed away, I created a wonderful opportunity for him. I should be thankful for this, that's why I invited you here." Ryan said in a calm tone, he didn't ask Jack why he called him and asked to be discharged from the hospital, he just narrated what his character did.

In terms of attitude, there was neither unnecessary politeness and respect, nor disdain and contempt, but some nostalgia and gentleness. He really thanked Jack.

Although, if his younger brother was alive, he might not accept the existence of such a poor man so easily.

But now, no matter what you care about, it is meaningless.

"No...actually, I don't know." Jack picked up the photo frame on the coffee table, looked at the photo, he remembered the man in his heart, his eyes were a little confused.

He looked up again, looked at Ryan, and couldn't help asking: "Can I ask, is the other one in this photo really Sean?"

The author has something to say: In fact, I have asked many people, and there are various answers, but the core is the same. When we step into society and take responsibility for our own actions, what we hate the most is It is others who try their best to push these things on you in order to pay less responsibility.While we despise each other for their character, but when we face it ourselves, we also cause such troubles for others.

It seems that everyone in society is trying to escape from their responsibilities, whether it is family or work, everyone is longing for a relief.But in fact, the reality is really not simple, cruel and unprepared, all kinds of unexpected things are happening when you are unprepared, and the reasons for these happenings can be summed up , are timeless because of your sense of justice and kindness.

And after suffering a loss, there are many defenses between everyone, everyone studies hard and no longer treats each other sincerely, everyone has a kind of harshness towards others, and everyone hopes that others can Let yourself have whatever you want, as if it was born to be so.

But when this desire cannot be satisfied, most people put themselves in the perspective of a victim, always feeling, 'I am innocent', 'It is not my fault', 'It is just that life is too cruel. ', and after that, it is complaining, complaining, all kinds of imbalances, and in the end, either silence or perish, and in the end, it is smoothed by time, and continues to think more wildly, more preoccupied, even when chatting, Without saying a word, or every time I hear a word, I will think about whether the other party intends to embarrass myself again.

With such a cycle, it is no wonder that many psychological experts say that in the future world, the most important thing is not money, people, or products of technological development, but mental patients.

This is what Sean faced. Under such circumstances, he fell into a vicious circle that he could not escape from. He couldn't let go of work and life, couldn't let go of the apparent stability, and was afraid of change. Therefore, he could only passively hope for a destruction. , let him go to release.

But now, he experienced a dream of destruction, so he was freed from his mind. ^_^

In fact, I think that when Sean came to the Titanic, he was already mentally abnormal, but it was very slight, and it was gradually smoothed out later. ^_^

So Jack deserves a lot of credit~