[Titanic] Ticket

Lester got up from the sofa with a disturbed expression. He and Ruth, who had just opened the door, bumped into each other. Say good afternoon, Mr. Roland."

"Precise. If you are willing to make way for me, I will thank you with my whole life." Lester put on his coat, and then looked at the grandfather clock next to the cabinet, "You can feel free, Karl has something to do, Probably back to three o'clock or later—be careful Lovejoy, he's always been a good and conscientious steward."

Then he walked out - turning a blind eye to the shock on the faces of Ruth and Jack, God, he has too many things to do, Bai Fumei wants to have a relationship with Gao Shuaiqiong?

Come on, like who the hell cares!

"My God, he reminded us? Did I hear you right, Jack?" Ruth scratched her hair, the expression on her face probably looked like she saw Mrs. Bucket stripping naked and dancing a hula or something.

Jack shrugged: "I told you earlier that Lester is a good man."

……

Lester hurriedly walked through the corridor and came to the third-class cabin. He didn't knock on the door. The moment he opened the room, the two figures who were inseparably sticky like dog skin plaster quickly separated. Ryan Rudolph's expression looked Seeming like he wanted to kill someone, the young man who always looked down on him yelled loudly: "Fuck! Don't you fucking know to knock on the door first?"

"If I remember correctly, I have the right to use a quarter of this room. And now—" He pointed in the direction of his bed, the narrow bed was clearly occupied by a pile of messy things It was—he refused to think about its composition—and he swore he didn't see a patched, filthy, colorless woolen sock hanging over the edge of the bed.

His cold and beautiful eyeballs rolled slightly. The woman in the corner had already arranged her bright and cheap tutu skirt and curly ginger hair. After refilling some lipstick, seeing Lester looking over, she winked coquettishly: "Hi, I'm Jessica, Ryan's—hmmm, good friend, I guess?"

Lester curled his lips into a mean smile: "Mrs. Jessica, I don't think Ryan likes this position. After all, he is a respectable person—oh, let me think about it, heir to a small grocery store?"

"You son of a bitch! I swear I'm going to give you some color!"

Ryan rushed up like a mad dog. Lester stretched out his hand while maintaining a gentle smile, rubbed his whole body, and slammed his fist hard on his soft abdomen. The young man immediately curled up on the ground, clutching his stomach A cowardly look that will die of pain in the next second.

"Nice job!" Jessica whistled, and danced a cha-cha on the spot with the hem of her skirt, "Oh boy, you are so good! You know this is a scoundrel, he never gives tips. Come play with me, I promise you will like it."

"Sorry, Mrs. Jessica, I like men." Lester said calmly, wiping his fingers with silk.

Jessica looked disappointed: "This world is really hopeless-everyone is a fag, and one day I have to do business with women!"

Lester smiled slightly: "No, ma'am, I think there is a very good business waiting for you right now. I swear it's just a few small things, I know you have a lot of friends in the third class - you can't find a better deal. You are a more suitable partner. I will give you ten yuan, give me what I want, and the rest will belong to you."

Jessica's eyes suddenly brightened, and Lester found that the prostitute was actually very beautiful—especially those rare forget-me-not eyes, which made her look a little innocent for her age, and he was even more convinced that she Eat more than you can eat here.

"Deal, sir."

Jessica giggled as she walked past Ryan with her skirt up, her high heels stepping mercilessly on the back of the young man's hands—Ryan was in pain, but he had nothing to do but scold All he could do was lie on the ground like a mummy, swearing—God knows he couldn't even make a loud noise.

……

Things worked out unexpectedly, Lester didn't have to spend too much time in third class, he got some work done, but honestly he didn't know where he was going.

A third-class room?Curse God, he wouldn't want to spend hours making his bed just to get the price of the extra seat before the ship sinks, and there's a Ryan Rudolph lying on the floor!Poor, in every sense of the word.

Carl's room?Obviously, he has no interest in watching such inferior documentaries as "How Great Artists Are Made". If you put a label on it, maybe it is forbidden to watch under the age of 18?

He went to the bow.

It was almost dusk, the warm orange light fell on the hull, and some loud chirping sounded melodiously in my ears—it was a dolphin, Lester grabbed the railing and looked down, those beautiful and clever little things were chasing each other in the sea water, even Several leaped out of the water, their graceful tail fins forming a deep silhouette against the richly colored landscape of a painting.

Lester involuntarily picked up the piano, and some jerky tones flowed out from under the bowstring - he didn't practice this piece very much - not because he didn't like it, but because he had little interest and mood to play.

Soon the jerky feeling subsided, the elegant and soft music sank into the sunset, and the dolphins sang loudly, as if they were singing for him.

Lestra said it over and over again, her soul and thoughts were deeply trapped in it, and she seemed to want to follow the footsteps of time and stay away.

He saw some light coming out from the deep sea far away, slowly swaying, just like the Scorpio star falling into the mortal world from the night sky.

The face of the deep is dark, and the Spirit of God moves over the waters.

There is everything in the world, and it will never cause people to despair to death.

……

"Amazing grace! Howsweetthesound. Thatsavedawretchlikeme... child, you played well." A gentle voice sounded in Lester's ears, the young man's thinking stopped sinking, and he put down the bow with some embarrassment - he knew that he had just played That's kind of stupid - like trying to be a meditator statue on the Titanic for life.

"Compliments. How do you do, sir." Lester was convinced that he had never been on good terms with the well-dressed old gentleman in front of him, and in his arm was an old woman of the same age—his wife, It can be seen that their relationship is very good.

The old gentleman smiled kindly. "Oh, take it easy, kid. I'm Issie Strauss, a—a rich old man." He blinked, with some liveliness.

Lester's tense shoulders suddenly relaxed, and he squinted his eyes and smiled: "Excellent humor, Mr. Strauss."

The old gentleman patted his wife's hand, and he looked extremely proud: "Of course—for this, Ada is willing to love me forever, isn't she, dear?"

The old woman looked helpless, but there was a sweet smile in her amber-like brown eyes: "Oh my God, don't just say this to everyone-boy, don't take his words to heart, he has always been a bit out of tune. "

Lester said softly: "Ma'am, I am very happy and - envious -"

Old Strauss raised his eyebrows, and said in a gentle tone, "Why, that kid Hockley treats you badly?"

Ada clutched her forehead, with an expression of "Oh my God, how dare this old man be so straightforward that he spent half his life trying to die", Lester couldn't help laughing: "That's not the case, he is very good to me, in fact, beyond imagination good."

The old Strauss probably muttered, "That kid doesn't look like a good, affectionate and sincere guy like me, just like old Hockley." Lester probably guessed his identity—but it seemed unbelievable, he was a Little man, at least for the time being, there's no reason the old gentleman would condescend to talk to him, not to mention that he's so pleasant and approachable.

Ada patted Lester's arm lightly, and said softly: "I know your father. We met him once in Hyde Park, England. He is quite a nice guy—a nice guy with a bit of a temper. Old-fashioned, but very responsible. He was playing God's Favor - yes, the one you just played. We recognized you, God, you can't imagine that feeling like going back in time, you look like He looks exactly the same."

Lester smiled—no emotion, he didn't have that part of the memory, he always knew who his father was.

Dupin Rolland.

A son of a bitch.

"Kim loves you and your mother very much - he saved all the money he earned and wanted to buy you the best violin when you were a baby, he said you had beautiful hands - a gift from God They have to have the best violin to match." Ada seemed to remember something funny, "God knows you were just a baby, and Izzy said he was crazy about children."

Lester touched the violin in his hand - it was a good violin, no doubt about it - but when the real Roland died, its origin was no longer verifiable, but this did not prevent him from saying something Kind words to reassure the old man: "He did it, and he was a good dad—even though he was absent for most of my life."

Ada looked at him tenderly, her eyes gleaming with water, she even stretched out slightly trembling fingers to touch Lester's hair: "I can understand, he is always right, you really have a pair of beautiful hands .Honey, you lost."

The old Strauss looked frustrated: "Oh, yes, oh, curse Satan, it will be bad if you meet him."

"Issie—" Mrs. Strauss drew out her tone, obviously a little angry.

Old Strauss winked and cheered her up momentarily: "Oh, Ada, my dear, I was just joking. You know, I am willing. Come on, boy, I have to give you something, I owe you his."

Lester shook his head, he saw Karl walking towards him, the man's face was not angry - but Lester could see some grievances and frustrations in it - he was like a Siberian with a drooping tail The sled dog, the young man's eyes are gentle and beautiful, as if staring at the treasure of this life: "A blessing, sir, if you really want to give it."