[Titanic] Ticket

Three lifeboats were launched into the sea—none of them were full—unsurprisingly, they were all first-class noble ladies. Those wealthy ladies and ladies were terrified, but they couldn't hide the indifference and luck in their eyes. They quietly looked at the shouting passengers on the deck, one after another—maybe their relatives were among them, but no one offered to give up their seats.

Lester touched his arm: "What a vivid lesson, isn't it? Who would dare to marry these women in the future?"

Karl frowned, his light brown eyes were full of scrutiny as he watched the lifeboats swaying away under the white fireworks: "...maybe. But sometimes nobles are always willing to sacrifice a little for the higher good .”

"Including a considerate and reliable true love?"

"Including a considerate and reliable true love." Carl rolled his lips mockingly, then added after a pause, "Of course, I don't think they mind finding a lover who suits them according to this template—if necessary, even There's nothing wrong with a dozen."

Lester rolled his eyes: "Sounds like—totally your style."

Karl patted him on the shoulder, and seemed to be about to say something—perhaps to express his determination, but an indifferent female voice interrupted him unceremoniously. in the background enough to make each of its drawn-out tones and rounded transitions distinctly heard—

"Carl, I don't understand, why are you here alone, Ruth?"

Mrs. Bucket pinches a pair of gloves—God, she even wears a banquet feather hat and a full set of white diamonds and platinum jewelry, her expression is calm and reserved, as if she is not standing on a sinking cruise ship , but a podium or something.

Carl dusted off his collar, with some mean expression on his face: "Obviously, your daughter disappeared after leaving me with a huge humiliation—maybe with that third-class kid, maybe with her The Freud Picasso, you know, she loved them like crazy."

Because of Carl's language art, Lester almost wanted to immediately raise his hand and clap twice like a silly bear.

Seriously, he never thought of the words and phrases that would describe a girl in pursuit of true love as a three-footed bitch or more—and he was telling the truth, every word as sincere as Gold, Mrs. Bucket was obviously also angry, she trembled her lips and looked like she wanted to ask something, but she knew her daughter's personality-this made him lose all the courage to question Carl, she followed behind The maid said softly: "Can you prepare a cup of tea for me? I'll drink it later."

Carl looked at her with a funny look in his eyes: "Mrs. Bucket, what are you talking about? Don't you see that the ship is going to sink? Everyone is running out, and you-oh, let me see, Go back for a cup of tea? Poseidon would probably prefer to invite you to the bottom of the sea to drink a cup of fresh cuttlefish juice."

Mrs. Bucket was taken aback, and soon she could no longer maintain such a cold and dignified posture. Most of the people crowded around the side of the boat, trying to send their wives or children aboard—she even In it, I saw John Astor. This first-class rich man had to fight for the seat and protect his pregnant little wife from being knocked over. He looked really embarrassed.

Mrs. Bucket turned her head in a panic, and grabbed Carl's sleeve regardless of any etiquette: "My God, my God, Carl, you have to get Ruth back, we have to leave quickly."

Lester folded his arms and said lazily: "Don't be silly ma'am, he's mine now—we're a couple, understand?"

Carl quickly smoothed the corners of his upturned lips, rubbed the young man's soft blond hair, and said softly: "It is true, Mrs. Bucket. Your daughter is not under my control now. You can choose to go first, or Be brave - alone - and find her."

Mrs. Bucket's moss-green eyes flashed something, she turned quickly, snatched her fur coat roughly from the maid's hand - and then walked calmly to one - William at this time He was stuffing people into the lifeboat, and he looked very annoyed. Mrs. Bucket seemed to want to say hello to him, but he pushed him mercilessly into the cabin: "Okay, there are still seats available. , anyone, come up quickly! Ladies and children first!"

"...I feel like I have temporarily lost the ability to speak." Lester's eyes were cold and his lips were slightly parted - he had seen this scene countless times in movies, but it was just acting after all, but the facts were obviously merciless put him together.

Acting comes from life, this statement is really damn right!

Carl smiled, he didn't seem to want to comment on this at all, not even a word, he took something out of his pocket and tied it around Lester's neck: "Don't look, we have to find Lovejoy first , and get on board quickly."

"...I said I would never wear this thing so that it would strangle my fragile neck, Carl. Remember?" Lester twitched the corners of his mouth, and raised the necklace with his fingers tangled—

"I think he's right, Mr. Hockley. Leicester and Heart of the Sea, it sounds like a terrible combination."

"Mr. Strauss—ah, and Mrs. Strauss, good evening." Karl turned his head, and the old couple stood not far behind them—holding hands, the person who had just spoken It's Issie Strauss.

Ada smiled kindly: "Good evening, Mr. Hockley. Good evening, Lester. Now is not a very suitable time to say hello, is it? I heard that you intend to sell the Heart of the Ocean?"

Carl shrugged. "Actually, it was Lester who wanted to. But Astor offered a low price, and to be honest, I couldn't accept that—the business fell through, of course."

Ada stopped the old Strauss who was about to speak, and looked eagerly at the two young people in front of him: "I want to buy it——with my share of Macy's, what do you think?" ?”

Carl was so surprised that he couldn't even speak: "But, but I heard that you have 5.00%."

"Yes, all of them." Ada blinked playfully, "You're not at my age, Mr. Hockley."

"I don't understand, Mrs. Ida. The Heart of the Ocean is indeed expensive, but it is far inferior to the shares of Macy's, the number one store in the United States."

Lester said softly, if you look carefully, it's not difficult to see the emotion flowing in the young man's gray eyes—it's all doubts, puzzles, and perhaps worries—

However, there was no trace of greed.

Ada said softly, "I gotta say, you're really like him—see, that's why I'm willing to do it."

This old woman let go of her husband's right hand and stepped into the dazed young man. The smile on her lips was soft and beautiful. Even with the passage of time, she still possessed unrivaled charm and elegance. She He took off the now expensive necklace for Lester, and whispered in his ear, "I used to like him."

Ada gave him a gold key with a unique workmanship. The old woman looked at it critically, and then smiled with satisfaction: "It seems that it suits you better, Lester, the charm of money, ha."

Issie pursed her lips and said bluntly: "Now I am satisfied with you, Mrs. Strauss. If you can show mercy to your poor husband who has been with you for half a century, go on board, you must leave! "

"No." Ada walked up to him with the necklace in her hands, her eyes were gentle—but it pressed hard on Mr. Strauss's heart like the Ben Nevis mountain, "Put it on for me. If you No, why should I go? I thought you understood—I love you as deep as the sea."

Mr. Izzy looked like he was about to collapse. He hugged Ida tightly and cried like a child, but he didn't tell her to go—that was all, they died together in the North Atlantic, It's better than lying alone.

This is the end, no matter how many quarrels and troubles they had when they were young, no matter how many times they have been tempted by others, they have never abandoned each other, it was like this in the past, and it will not change in the future.

"Our love will be unforgettable until the end of our lives." Ada laughed and shed tears, and gently patted her husband's back, which was no longer as tall and hard as when he was young, as if comforting a child who had finally found his home.

Issie kissed her forehead, then put another golden key into Carl's hand, and pushed the maid standing behind them crying like a tearful man to them: "She is Rosalie, Ida's Maid. Take her and this key to Macy's, and you'll get everything you deserve."

"No, no, sir, madam, don't let me go!"

Yixi frowned, with an arrogant expression: "Don't bother us, you have been bothering us all your life, and now we are finally only two people."

……

From a distance, Lester saw the back of the old gentleman bowing his head to put a necklace on his wife, with a rare blank expression: "They... fit well, I mean very well - really well, Ocean Your heart has a home, doesn’t it?”

Carl held his hand, and the corners of his lips were tightly pursed. They heard Lovejoy's shout not too far away—the loyal old butler was probably about to go crazy, and he was on the deck without any image. Jumping and jumping, trying to see both of them.

"We have to go."

Lester responded softly, and never looked back.