[Titanic] Ticket

The Carpathia arrived in this area half an hour later—earlier than expected, but also a blessing.

When all was said and done, they finally had time to sit down in the common room and enjoy a warming cup of tea.

"I really didn't expect the lifeboat to come back." Captain Arthur Luo Shiqiang shook the hands of Lester and Harold with emotion. .

Lester smiled gently: "It's nothing, Mr. Lowe played a big role in it - he is the truly selfless person, and for me, most of the reasons are for my lover and friends."

Arthur blinked happily: "Mr. Hockley, is that right? I saw you boarded the boat together, a match made in heaven."

"Thank you for your compliment."

Lester's eyes were soft. At this time, the door was pushed open. Carl, who had just taken a shower, and a middle-aged crew member came in one after the other. The rich man looked much better, with wet brown hair Placing it on the smooth brow bone, it looks young and lazy.

"Hi, Arthur."

"Good night, Mr. Hockley." The captain greeted him with a smile, "You seem to be recovering well."

Carl sat down beside Lester, with his right hand casually resting on the sofa behind him—an obviously declarative gesture: "I must say, your boat is in good condition. Hot water, aromatherapy, a glass of brandy, I have nothing to dissatisfy."

"It's my honor." Arthur stroked the well-trimmed beard on his chin, accepted the flattering compliment with satisfaction, and picked up the black tea cup on the table with a smile, "The list is out Do you? Show me."

The middle-aged crew members quickly handed over the things in their hands: "Yes, captain. The best result, two-thirds of the people were rescued, and when we return to the United States, we can make headlines."

Arthur flipped through the lists on the hardcover book, and after a moment of silence, he said, "It's not an honor, my son. If we can save everyone, I will regard this as a lifelong honor—— And engrave it deep on my tombstone. Would you like to see it, Mr Hockley? I wish every friend of yours was named on it with all my heart."

"If I can." Carl took the list that seemed to weigh more than a thousand catties, and scanned through ten lines at a glance. When he turned to the end, his eyes paused.

"There is no Mr. Strauss and Mrs. Ada?" Lester asked softly, and Karl held his hand with some concern—the young man's fingertips were very cold, and when he said this , as if something had been lost from his body, which was not warm enough, which made him look a little pale and weak.

"I was prepared, don't worry. I'm fine, I mean it."

Carl hugged him: "We will always remember all this. Remember? The heart of the ocean will always be with them."

"Yes, that would be great." Lester leaned in his arms and replied softly.

……

Captain Arthur quickly chased them out of the common room—it was warm enough, but obviously not the best place to go after a frightened, narrow escape.

"You look... a little different." Lester looked at Carl, now that he had time to look at the clothes of rich people, and this discovery made him almost unable to hold back his laughter.

Carl was wearing a set of old clothes that didn't quite fit—clearly starched and white, overalls, white shirt, gray jacket, they were a little too big, and the ankle boots on his feet were a good fit, but they were exposed. A smell of cheap faux leather.

"Bought from [-]rd class, Lovejoy didn't bring me a change of clothes - shit, you don't know how long it took me to get into these - fabrics without a problem." Carl disgusted Frowning, he quickly took off these old clothes and put on a fluffy pajamas, which is cute too.

"Look--it's quite civilian. I mean, it's a rare experience, maybe you'll fall in love with them later. And it's been tense for so long, I don't think you need a set that will make you feel right away. Suit for the dinner party, probably Lovejoy thought so too." Lester crawled under the covers, the first class on the Carpathia certainly wasn't as good as the Titanic - but it wasn't too bad, anyway It was a duvet for the rich. The young man grunted comfortably and almost fell asleep when he tilted his head.

Carl kissed his forehead: "Good night, boy."

"Good night, rich man."

The light was turned off, and the room quickly fell into quiet darkness. Lester's breath was long and subtle—like the soft flapping of a butterfly's wings, but it made Carl a little sleepless.

"Are you asleep, Lester?"

The young man sighed, turned over, and turned his back to him: "Speak, I know you have something to say."

Lester's pale golden hair sticks out from the quilt and falls scattered on the edge of the pillow. It is a quiet and beautiful color, like the moonlight that has been washed and washed. Carl's heart is very calm, and he stretches out his hand to hold him. Yes, the hoarse voice is like a beautiful chord flowing gently: "...I didn't want to say it, but I don't want to lie to you, never. I regretted it once, I should go with you, not to save A fool almost took his own life - you know, a Hockley is always worth enough. The ocean is too rich, a Guggenheim, an Astor, and two Sters Rouse, I don't have to add another entry to her resume."

Lester was silent, and his fingers slightly squeezed Carl's palm.

"But when I saw you, I felt that everything was worth the fare—it was impossible for me to watch you die, and it was even more impossible for me to want you to leave me." There was a little smile in Carl's voice, " I apologize for the thoughts I had - and allow you to add to my sack of misdemeanors."

"No, you don't have to do this." Lester said after a while, "...I'm too capricious, but I can't watch Ash suffer, he's my friend - the best kind , at least for now.”

"Of course, I understand."

"I'm glad you saved him. But I never want that to cost you your life, Carl—you're more important than anything else—more important than you can imagine." Lester shook his head deeply. Buried under the quilt, he didn't know how to face Karl—he thought they loved each other on an equal footing, but in fact Karl paid far more than he imagined, which made him feel uncomfortable, And ashamed.

Carl covered Lester's forehead with his hand, pulled him out of the bed and held him in his arms, and said helplessly, "Don't try to stick your head into the bed board like an ostrich, you stupid boy. Listen, No one can decide what a Hockley has to do, it's what I want, you see, I got what I want most - now, you feel guilty about me, then I can get some sweets, can't I? "

Lester laughed softly: "What do you want, Mr. Carl, omnipotent, rich in money, can conquer the world, Mr. Hockley?"

"Listen to this description, isn't it ironic." Carl smiled and kissed the young man's lips, and then deepened the kiss vigorously under the gaze of those gray eyes, "I want everything about you—from your body Do you understand, boy?"

"You'll get everything you want." Lester put his arms around Carl's neck and promised softly.

Carl raised his chin, his eyes arrogant: "Of course, that's what Hockley deserves."