[Titanic] Surprise in the bubble

Morgan Roberts, thirteen years ago, in the first year after the publication of his book In vain, made it clear that there is no such thing as God.

Because at that time, none of the British writers were willing to give this book a positive evaluation.

At first, Morgan Robertson thought, how can those old-timers who stick to the rules understand his art?

But a year later, the book was completely refused to be sold by various bookstores because the sales volume was too low, leaving piles of brand-new books in the corner, covered with dust, Robertson had to face up to the books that had been kept by him for the first time. The reality of denial is gone.

Robertson is not obsessed with obsession, nor does he have crazy paranoia, especially, for many years after graduating from university, he lived in a downcast life, wandering the streets all day with a sad face, using the excuse of 'looking for materials' to tolerate his own While doing nothing, I also saw many real things in this world.

In fact, the truth has always been by his side, but Robertson refuses to admit it.

He has to admit that it's not that he is not appreciated by the society, but because of natural selection, survival of the fittest, and he happens to be the one that gets eliminated.

——It turned out that those cynical thoughts were all products of his own inability to adapt to this society.Because Morgan Robertson has not competed with others and was not selected by this era and society, he feels that he does not adapt to this society.

At that time, he recalled many things in his past. He remembered that he was a poor student since he was a child, and he never worked hard to get rid of this name.He just lives in fantasy every day, dreaming that one day, God's patronage will make him the focus of everyone's attention, turn him into a boy who is tossed into the sky, and become the boy in the hearts of all girls.

Even at that time, he was very disgusted with those real sons and brothers who were full of Huqin and nonsense.

Robertson didn't know it until now, he just refused to recognize the fact that he was just average, just average, and that he needed to work hard to succeed.

But now, when the reality breaks everything, when his most beloved effort is denied to be useless, even when he brings his own works to sell in the street shamelessly, he will be criticized by passing college students, "Oh, I read this book from a classmate, so is it the author of this book?"

"Yes! Did you see it?" Robertson remembers saying happily at the time.

"Yes, but... I don't think it's worth buying again." He smiled mockingly, then turned and left.

Robertson couldn't remember what mood he was in at the time.Maybe he didn't feel anything at all.

Or maybe a sigh of relief because—ha!Behold, how natural it was for him to finally happen.

In fact, Robertson knew in his heart how difficult it was to write this book. Many words, only when he used them, did he realize how poor his language was.

He finished the book almost like making up the number of words, and then reviewed it again, embellishing the book with all the methods he could think of in his life.

In fact, when a publishing house was willing to publish its own book, Robertson thought, this is incredible! That publishing house is really not up to standard!

Because even he himself thinks that there is probably no uglier book in this world than his.

So when he accidentally scratched his hand on a broken wooden chair in the church, and found a piece of discarded waste paper from the ground to wipe the blood, he was surprised to find that he was taken to an unknown place.

"That place...was pitch black, with no light at all. I felt scared when I first got there, so when I finally saw a red light appearing in front of me, I was really grateful to him! I think he's here to save you."

"Wait..., you mean?" Jack let go of the newspaper in his hand incomprehensibly, and picked up the piece of paper he put on the coffee table, "It means that this thing took me to an unknown place. world?"

"Yes, this is what I want to talk about, the key to the matter." Robertson swallowed, "Actually, I don't know if I can say it, but it doesn't matter anymore, because sometimes I feel that the disaster of the Titanic, Maybe it really has something to do with...Really, I am willing to use my life to save the lives of those who lost their lives in this disaster...including, your friend."

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In March 2011, the family rested for a period of time and went to work in several small restaurants. Sometimes I worked as a waiter, sometimes as a luthier, and occasionally as a lead singer in a bar. After that, I packed my luggage and decided to travel abroad. time.

I plan to take a ride on the legendary Siberian Railway, take a train across Siberia, and take a look at the scenery along the way.

The Siberian train ride needs to go through a lot of formalities, and the process is complicated. When I finally bought the ticket around Lake Baikal, I just felt a lot easier.

At the end of March, I packed my luggage and walked on this 3-year-old railway.

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"Cough cough cough cough cough!" Jack lay on the bed, raised the piece of paper in his hand, and stared quietly, looking at the double-sided inverted cross, and the top of the cross was made of vines. With many symbols and patterns, he reached out his hand to wipe some blood from his lips, and then wiped it on the piece of paper.

He waited quietly, and nearly 10 minutes passed, just like before, the piece of paper did not respond at all when he held it in his hand, nor was he taken to an unknown world.

"Oh——SHIT!" Jack pinched the piece of paper into his palm in frustration, making a ball of flesh!At first glance, the entire sheet of paper seemed to have been stained pink with blood.

This was originally Morgan Robertson's, he had already used it, and it was still stained with his own, dark red blood.

Jack really wondered if it was because of this that this thing didn't work once after it was in his hands!

Not once!Nothing has changed!

--what does that mean?Means, it is possible that he really will never see Sean again!

— that bastard!

With a 'click' sound, the door was opened.Bradley walked in with a tray.He saw that Jack was weakly sitting on the bed leaning against the wall, holding a crumpled piece of paper in his hand, and said plainly, "Is it still useless?" He put the tray on the bedside table, side by side with him Sitting and talking.

"Yes, if it is useful, I probably won't see it..." Jack narrowed his eyes and said weakly: "He must be dead. If he meets that demon, he will definitely ask to never live again." Come here, go over there... Give that bastard a hard cough..." Jack covered his mouth and coughed again.He clutched his chest, sweating coldly from the pain.

Bradley looked at him, and then patted him on the back. Seeing that he was gradually out of breath, he quickly took out the first aid medicine in the drawer, and reached over to help him relieve the pain.

But Jack flicked his arm and slapped the medicine away. Luo made a crisp 'crack' sound on the floor, sighed a few times, and lay down on the ground in embarrassment, "No, that's it."

"..." Bradley looked at Jack's pale cheeks and dry lips with dark eyes, and the blood from the corner of his mouth began to slide down the snow-white quilt involuntarily. He said, "I'm so grateful, we In the end, there is still a safe place to settle down, but it has caused enough trouble for you..."

"No, just for the young master..."

"Yeah, it's for him." Jack gasped, "So, it's time to go to him and let him take care of it, right?" He smiled briefly, then shook his head, "In the future, medicine I don’t want to eat anymore, so be it, if you can be merciful and allow me to die here.”

"...About this, I think it's the young master's decision." Bradley shrugged, "However, you can die suddenly and be caught off guard, so that we don't have time to throw it out."

"Hehe..." Jack laughed dryly, turned his head slightly, and looked at Bradley.This Mr. Bodyguard always has a serious expression as he did when he first met him, and even the slightest emotion is not easy to be found in his eyes.

But in fact, he is easy to soften his heart. Sometimes, he will tell a bad joke or two, just like what he did just now.

Jack looked at him and said seriously, "Thank you, really."

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In mid-March 2011, through the clean window glass of the train, I looked at Lake Baikal not far from the window.He was illuminated by the setting sun with a watermelon red brilliance, and small white waves like thick twine rippling gracefully, washed up on the fine sandy shore.

I recorded this scene through the glass with the SLR in my hand.

The field of vision is very wide, and at this time, nature has endowed Lake Baikal with the most hazy and harmonious beauty, rounding every color here, connecting each other layer by layer, and then matching with the orange sky Then, it is as beautiful as an oil painting hanging in an exhibition hall, which can bring infinite reverie.

Listening to the advance of the train, I kept my eyes on the beautiful lake and waves, enjoying the subtle beauty brought by every angle.

It seems that at that moment, many words related to beauty and softness popped up in my mind. These are usually used to describe gentle and beautiful young women. They have soft, broad and milky breasts , but strangely, it was connected with Lake Baikal at this time.

She is a beautiful woman who has been dancing here peacefully, enjoying all the beauty bestowed by nature.

I love her, at that moment, I want to jump out of the list and throw myself into her arms!

But doomed to miss this kind of madness, just for a second, please let go of this nightmare-like entanglement, and then think - if Jack is here, someone must have painted a beautiful picture.

You can even record those beautiful scenery and rich emotions without taking this SLR...

Suddenly, facing the front of the journey, I felt some lonely and lonely feelings.

The author has something to say: I want to work hard to finish! ! !