[Titanic] Ticket

Lester was firmly pressed against the carriage, and Rosalie shivered and curled up in the corner, like a frightened quail bird. She was puzzled by what happened suddenly, and sincerely He began to feel regretful—for having refused Clara's kindness before without leaving any room for it.

That shrewd woman invited her to stay at Macy's to be a secretary or a shopping guide—she could see that Clara was sincere, but her long-standing habits and concepts made her extremely resistant to this—to be honest, she Can't imagine standing behind the counter in pantyhose and skirts - oh Jesus, why does she even have time to think about that!

If one day people can strangle the same kind of people with their eyes, then Karl is undoubtedly the best among them. He gritted his teeth, burning with anger, his cheeks were tense like a gargoyle mask that would crack in the next second: "...you did What! During that time—”

Lester looked at him calmly and tolerantly, as if he didn't feel the intense pain in his back that was about to tear his nerves: "Nothing, believe it or not."

"Then how dare he say that! You are with me, youaremine! You have nothing to do with Strauss!" Karl yelled furiously, repeating those three words more forcefully than ever before. A word, arms across Lester's chest - but carefully controlled strength, which is enough to say a lot.

Lester finally laughed easily, and his eyes carefully described the handsome and indifferent face of the rich man: "I don't know, Carl, I have to ask you Americans. Anyway, don't try to use this little trick to fight me What's in exchange for—put that out of your way, I'm not really an ignorant countryman."

Carl's eyes flickered slightly, with an unnatural feeling of being seen through his mind - he opened his mouth in vain, feeling that the blood on his face caused by anger was quickly receding - actually no, he was still red Like a big stupid ketchup bottle - probably out of embarrassment and a little shame.

"But——" Lester sat up straight, with a slight smile in his eyes, "I can agree to your request. I will never be with him, I promise. And, I will not for today's matter Angry — we all know that, and it’s justifiable.”

He knows!He understands everything!You idiot, third-rate, how dare you deceive him with such a clumsy means, and want to get his forgiveness!

Carl heard a horribly thin voice in his head yelling incessantly and crazily, he was made like any migraine patient-he wanted to split open the hard skull to get out the painful foreign body inside Throw it away.

You are a veritable coward.Don't act like a spoiled Hockley tyrant of yours, look at your ugliness, you're no better - not even Victor Strauss - at least he sees through your essence.

The rumbling scream faded away, but it was by no means a good omen. The voice sighed softly, as if addressing an unreasonable naughty ghost—every word was like a sharp sword in the hands of a knight, sharp and precise. One after another, small and deep wounds were cut on his heart.

Carl fell into the seat like a deflated ball. He held Lester's hand tightly, but his throat seemed to be stuck in a hard iron block, and he couldn't utter a word to justify himself.

Lester gently pressed his fingers on the back of his hand - he forgot who he heard it from, but at least it worked like a pussy, and Karl was like a half-tamed animal full of panic. Like a vigilant beast, it was a little quieter, and the young man's quiet voice was tied around his neck like a soft silk-non-aggressive, but unexpectedly effective in curbing the cranky thoughts that made him sink deeper and deeper. .

"Don't worry, shhh, it's over, Carl. We've got a long time to wait for society to be more tolerant of us, or—"

Lester lifted his face forcefully, wearing an unusually bright and confident smile.

"—or we could push it, with our own hands."

……

Carl has been a little weird lately, leaving early and coming back late, dealing with endless parties and dinners, as if the earth would stop spinning the next second away from him.

Lester stood in front of the kitchen counter and made himself a cup of coffee while thinking casually—probably because the former hostess had some warm little hobbies, and there was a small kitchen at the other end of the hall— —Facing the large transparent floor-to-ceiling windows, you can see the blooming heather and dandelions in the courtyard as soon as you look up.

Catherine came from the grass not far away—wearing a plain silk dress with a small basket full of flowers in her arms—Mei talked to her with an exaggerated expression. Saying something, the little girl was amused, but when she glanced at Lester on the other side of the window out of the corner of her eye, the smile was quickly wiped away—as if it had never appeared before.

She turned quickly and walked away.

Lester shrugged and drank his coffee slowly before asking Mary who was cleaning the room for something to leave the hall.

Lester quickly found Catherine by the lake. She was sitting on a swing and was slowly shaking, holding a small flower basket on her lap. She looked a little absent-minded.

"Mind if I come along, Miss Hockley?"

Lester put the mink shawl in his hand on Catherine's shoulders lightly, and the little girl raised her head—the blankness on her face flashed away, and she soon calmed down and said calmly: "Of course, please sit down." , Mr. Roland."

Catherine was quiet for a while, and she stole a somewhat restless look at Lester—the young man who had shamefully seduced her brother seemed to be on a spring outing, and he even brought a plate of snacks and A pot of hot coffee wrapped in layers of gingham, his senses were keen, and he quickly turned his head and looked at her innocently: "Do you want some, too, Miss Hockley?"

"..." Catherine pulled the warm and heavy fabric on her shoulders, pursed her lips and said reluctantly, "Thank you, no need. Mr. Roland, you are really nice—I mean you are considerate and full of demeanor, brother will like it You, forgivable. You're a hundred times better than a Buckett daughter, except for sex. But that's no good, you know, it's a crime, and you're going to ruin him, Hockley—and yourself— —”

Lester leaned back and kicked his long legs on the grass a few times. The swing swayed violently. Catherine screamed and fell into his arms. The young man supported her and lazily said: "Miss Hockley , have you ever tried to see the world outside the wall?"

"What! Oh God, stop shaking! Are you crazy, we will fly out from the high ground-and die ridiculously from a broken neck bone!" Tears filled her eyes, and the terrible discomfort brought by the weightlessness made her tremblingly hold on to Lester's hem. Her thin body was pressed against the backrest, and she looked as if she would die of heart beating too fast at any time.

Lester laughed and lifted her face: "Look outside, little girl, don't be locked in Hockley's Wall forever! What can you do, fix the book for your father and let him fly from Pennsylvania to break us up? Or use your The pitiful tears soaked Karl's heart, asking him to give up on me?"

The swing slowed to a crawl, and Lester looked a little sorry, but he couldn't really bully the little girl into tears—Carl would've punched him, presumably.

"Don't be stupid, Catherine. Everyone has their own way of life, how can you tell that I will definitely bring bad luck to your brother? I saved him-oh, you don't know that, but at least it's So far, I have brought him more benefits than disadvantages."

Lester put his hands behind his head and smiled softly, Catherine tried to get up from the swing - but it was impossible, her legs were as limp as two bundles of spaghetti, she smashed the chair resignedly, and cursed loudly Said: "You lunatic! Idiot! Desperate villain!"

"It doesn't sound like a good thing. I should applaud Catherine, Ms. Rich Vocabulary Hockley, right?" Lester smiled and took out a reed leaf from her small flower basket—it probably just served It was used to cushion her delicate and lovely flowers to prevent them from being bruised, but this was the only thing left in the basket now.

The young man's slender fingers folded a few times, and then he brought it to his lips and whimpered and blew.

It was a very pleasant piece of music, quiet and solemn, but there was a power of hope that brightened one's eyes rising from it.

The sound quality of the reed leaves is not very good, which makes the whole ballad have a subtle change of tone. Lester stopped after blowing it a few times, looking at the leaves in his hand with some disinterest—he has been playing for a while. Haven't been able to practice on the violin -- since his handy one went down with the Titanic.

"...What song is this?" The little girl asked him softly.

The sky and the earth are silent, the lake is clear, and some birds with gray wings are frolicking by the water, making sounds similar to the sound of a pipe organ.

Catherine was a little puzzled, she couldn't figure out what made her cautious, or it was the rare good atmosphere, or the slight melancholy expression on the young man's face - she had never seen Lester like this.

He always looks lazy, his eyes are gentle and peaceful, and his expression is calm and steady, but the subcutaneous tissue is filled with terrifying attack power and carnivorous nature.

He is like the Damascus saber that the nobles love crazily and want to get it at any cost. Even though it is covered in dust, it still cannot change the nature of the blade.

"Voissurtonchemin."

"Watching your journey?" Catherine blinked. "You still know French, Mr. Lester?"

Lester spread his hands innocently: "That's all, my dear."

It was rare for Catherine to give up the image and rolled her eyes. The flash of melancholy seemed to be her illusion—but she knew it wasn't, Lester was a storyteller.

The little girl thought carefully, maybe he and her brother are also compatible?

No, forget it, no way, he is a villain!