[Titanic] Ticket

The rain came without warning—God probably turned his tub connected to the Pison River completely upside down, so that the dense rainwater almost wove into a curtain, covering the streets and alleys of New York City gray.

"Damn it, the rainy season is over." Carl was standing at the door, and Rosalie was carefully adjusting the position of his bow tie. Pulled off the silk tie that never tied well, scratched his hair and said irritably, "Let it go, you--Gosh, I can't believe the quality of the small shop anymore, look at the handwork, it is simply shoddy , cheap waste!"

"Don't be picky, Mr. Hockley." Lester came out of the room, holding Catherine in a high-waisted black gauze dress on his arm. The little girl had a little smile on her face, and it seemed that the two had a happy conversation.

"Yes, brother, you look like a little boy under the age of 12 now."

Carl's eyes flickered slightly, and he complained under his breath: "Hey, it's not fair, there are two of you—I don't know when you were so close!"

Catherine withdrew her hand from Lester's arm, put it neatly on her chest, pursed her lips and said with a smile: "Since he arranged a funeral for me, it will ensure that I am outstanding among the high-class ladies in the United States." After the hairdo—Lester has a good job, it has to be said—and you, great eyes, my brother."

"...This is the best comment I've ever gotten from you—I'm so moved that I'm about to cry, I'm serious." Carl's expression was a bit indescribable for a while, he rolled his eyes lazily, and the corners of his mouth The fine lines are comfortably stretched out.

He knew that Lester had a way--Catherine was a good girl, and had fully inherited the goodness of the late Mrs. Hockley's character, which was all the opposite of old Hockley's lifelong dogma.

Karl's face became gloomy, and a cold hand tied the ribbon back around his neck, and pulled it vigorously—to signal him to regain his senses: "Sir, please excuse me for the sake of serving you. Come on, please lift your chin."

Carl did it with a smile, probably because of practicing the piano for many years, Lester's fingers are surprisingly flexible-slender, with hard calluses on the fingertips, and there is no temperature, they lightly dragged the ribbon and crossed it back and forth , then folded, and folded, and tied a knot.

Carl found that he was a little obsessed with this, Lester is like a treasure with a wealth of reserves, the closer you get, the more you know his depth, like the wide wilderness that the mind can reach-it may take a lifetime to let him appear often Exploring grotesque ideas to the end.

"...Double Windsor knots, it looks pretty good, doesn't it?" Lester patted Carl's chest with satisfaction, then put a folded square scarf into the pocket of Carl's suit jacket, his eyes were bright The changing shades of the chandelier in the chandelier gave him a faint but beautiful silver that reminded him of a birthday present his mother had given him when he was very young.

It was a very sunny summer, and they all went to New Mexico with their father to discuss a business and take a vacation. It was a very difficult time, and even made his mother's illness repeated and aggravated for a while-until the old Hockley finally finished his life. Those damn entertainments brought them to the Carlsbad cave in the south.

The locals prefer to call it the Bat Cave, and they continue to walk along the dripping canyon walkway until the eyes are bright.

The stone balls covered by layers of calcium carbonate were shining brightly, quietly scattered in the grotto, and the clear water submerged shallowly. Karl heard the melodious organ-like sound echoing in his ears—they were like I stumbled into Odin's Bifrost Rainbow Bridge by mistake, and was placed in the courtyard of the gods falling at dusk, and even the last breath of amazement was severely taken away.

His mother lifted up the thin purple silk dress, stepped into the water with bare feet, cupped the emerald blue waves with both hands, and held a handful of stars to his eyes. She said, "Happy birthday, myson."

Carl fished out his rationality softened into a puddle of water from the long and warm memories, and Lester looked at him with a smile——he seemed to be standing at the end of that thought, calm and conniving: "We should start Yes, Mr Hockley."

……

The funeral of the Strauss couple was held in Trinity Church. When Lester followed Karl into this rather Gothic-style cathedral, many people were already sitting together in twos and threes, talking quietly—some of them were face-to-face. The sad look is enough to see the good relationship between Mr. Issy and Mrs. Ada.

Carl was quickly drawn into a small group by a few warm-hearted gentlemen, and the ladies were obviously the same way—it is worth mentioning that Catherine's hairstyle was constantly being praised, which made the little girl always have a slight smile on her face. Reserved smug expression.

Leicester, who was all alone, seemed a bit out of the crowd. Victor raised his head from the chair in the front row, touched the back of his neck and moved his sore cervical spine. The eyes of the two collided unexpectedly, and the young heir looked at him. She nodded, and then gestured to invite him to sit beside her.

"Good morning, Mr. Strauss." Lester greeted him politely, and then said softly, "I hope you are well."

"Actually, it's not bad." Victor put down the plain black hard-cover book in his hand, and said in a relaxed tone. It's hard to see the expression on his face, but there's really not much shadow in the light-colored eyes, "They— — My parents cherished each other, and since I took over Macy's right out of college, I knew it would happen. I was a big deal to them, but never the most important one."

Lester smiled. He can be an extremely caring listener when necessary. Victor doesn't need his answer, so he won't say a word.

The young man lowered his head and stroked the glossy cover of the notebook, his tone full of emotion: "Hockley gave me two keys—and guess what I got in the end?"

"...not what you want?" Lester patted him on the shoulder, trying to comfort him as much as possible - without any other meaning, Victor looked like a helpless Little pitiful, to be honest, it’s a bit like a frustrated giant dog that was kicked out of the house by its owner, with wet eyes—probably because of the lack of facial expressions, he is “using his eyes to express a hundred thoughts in his heart” It can be said that it has made quite a lot of achievements.

Victor said softly, "No, not at all. My mother's safe has all the valuable jewellery, share certificates, property title deeds, and even a copy I really need that was stamped years ago. and my father's safe, only some love letters, diaries, and an old dress full of patches. Memory and love, nothing else."

Until the end of the funeral, Victor was as cold as a marble statue, tightly closing his straight lips and refusing to communicate with anyone. The pastor invited him to speak. Mr. Rouse also just said politely and falsely, "Thank you for your kindness and participation in my parents' funeral." My cousin does it for me.

The cries gradually became louder, and Lester sat blankly in the crowd, feeling like he was watching a drama that had ended before it even started, and his whole heart was overwhelmed by an incomprehensible heaviness and gloom flooded.The red color of the thick flannel faded before his eyes, and everything returned to darkness. The chill of the rain poured in from outside the door, making him feel as if he had fallen into a cellar of ice...

Until Carl's hand firmly grasped his.

……

Because the remains of the Strauss couple have been buried forever with the Titanic on the bottom of the icy North Atlantic Ocean, the pastor skipped the step of visiting the remains-no one can have any affection for an empty coffin, the next step is to put The coffin was buried.

Karl held up a black umbrella, except for a few more elegant noble ladies, almost everyone was like this, those high-hanging fabrics like night curtains almost covered all expressions.

A little boy walking in front of them, about seven or eight years old, turned to his mother and asked, "Is it not over yet, Mom? I want to go home. What are we doing here? I don't even know them. I miss my little one." The train's gone—very—uh—”

The well-dressed lady quickly covered his mouth, and looked around cautiously. Many people were whispering, she was relieved, and then threatened in a low voice: "Be obedient, Henry, Just a minute. I can make an exception and let you have some ice cream when I get back, as long as you behave like a good boy."

The little boy let out a squeal of excitement, and Carl frowned, staring at the woman's big ass under her tutu that looked like he wanted to kick her hard.

The cemetery of the Strauss couple is located in a secluded and deep place, surrounded by cedar trees, hydrangeas and phalaenopsis growing around. When the weather is good, there will be a good sunshine that everyone envies.

Victor had the coffin opened a bit, put the diary he carried with him in, and then lowered his head in the rain to kiss the wet wood. Finally, he closed his eyes tiredly and stepped aside. , The visitors quietly presented their flowers.

Lester picked out a magenta cornflower and placed it solemnly on the coffin lid.

Victor glanced at him, and they both understood it—and finally the young man smiled slightly, like the cleanest and brightest ray of sunlight before dawn.

They met once, and they are still happy.

That's a worthwhile thing.