[Titanic] Ticket

Jack opened his mouth, but fortunately it was Lester in front of him—better than Cal Hockley, and he quickly dropped his shoulders and ruffled his hair in frustration: "Yes, of course, of course-uh, I mean, if you want, it's getting late, and I guess you—have to go back and have dinner with Hockley or something."

"Please, don't treat me like two girls playing house, Jack. Besides, I have always been generous to my friends." Lester stepped forward, patted him on the shoulder, and looked him up and down The dark blood that has gradually dried up on his body, "Lead the way, boy, the situation of that 'Garcia' doesn't look very good."

The streets and alleys of the entire New York City are like countless branches extending from the tree of life, intricately intertwined. If one by one is detailed on the map, I am afraid that spiders from all over the United States will not be able to weave such a detailed map. network.Lester couldn't remember how many turns he had followed them, but Alex could, and Jack seemed to know the way, and they ended up on a shabby, dark lane.

Probably because they heard the sound of footsteps, some strangely dressed young people turned their heads in unison. Most of them had heavy makeup on their faces, their eyes were gloomy and distracted, and the sewage flowing out of the drain gave off an unbearable stench. And they seemed to grow out of this water, black, rotten, corrupt, and lifeless.

"Ooooh, let me see, baby Jack has some other goodies. Seriously? You're joining us, aren't you?" A young man with short tan hair and muscular body bumped away from his partner Walking out, the hard leather jacket was tightly attached to his body - without a single gap, he made himself like a square ham sealed with layers of plastic paper, probably because it is not good to touch some for a long time His voice was hoarse and difficult, his eyes turned critically around them, and then he narrowed his eyes and slowly stopped on Lester's face.

Jack took a step forward vigilantly, and cursed viciously: "Don't think about it, Robert! I swear you will regret it!"

The young man let out a cold sound from his nose: "What's the matter, he is your lover again? For the sake of those high-end cigarettes provided by Bukett, I have already let the old man inside. Don't fucking try Hand in all the places—you're a poor man and not a god, Dawson."

Jack responded with the same sneer. He seemed to have a lot to say, but Lester patted his arm, motioning for him to make room for himself, and the young man with moonlight-blond hair walked out of the encirclement He came out, crossed his hands in front of him, and walked in front of Robert calmly and calmly—he was almost half a head shorter, and his temperament was peaceful and elegant.

"You want to fuck me?" Lester raised his eyebrows and asked slowly with a long fancy voice.

Robert looked at this face with some fascination, heck, he felt like he could cover it with the palm of his hand-he was so beautiful, he had a good voice, and his skin looked like those high-end creams in the supermarket freezer, Fuck, he's getting hard right away!

"That's right." Robert heard himself swallow hard, "I can't fucking wait!"

Robert's mates were rocking up and down, laughing and whistling obscenely, and one even clapped his hands and asked loudly, "Would you mind adding me, Boss!"

"Son of a bitch, fuck your mother—"

Robert turned around and yelled in embarrassment, but a knee hit him hard in the abdomen. The young man's body smelled of light soap—this reminded him of his mother's hug like a child, but Obviously Lester did not have such kindness to accompany him to reminisce about his childhood.

With his right hand, he quickly pulled Robert's thick neck down, and then he turned sideways and precisely smashed his right elbow onto his spine. The violent and violent pain made the strong young man curl up in embarrassment. Te kicked him into the ditch, rolled up the sleeves of his shirt, and said coldly, "Unfortunately, I'm not interested, sir."

His crisp attack shocked the young men so much that they almost fell to the ground, but when they quickly recovered their senses and wanted to rush up and beat him to the ground, the young man took out a revolver from his pocket—— It was a work of art, with silver vines on the handle, but anyone could tell it was the real thing.

The muscles on Bell's arm felt a little tense, and Alex held his palm and whispered, "Don't worry, Lester is a good man."

Bell's eyes were fixed on the composed young man in front of him - he couldn't tell Alex, I'm afraid his new friend was anything but a good guy, he was familiar with the dangers Products, and not hesitating to be ruthless when it is time to be ruthless.

Hell, he's even enjoying this!

The young men quickly drove their immobile leader out of the block, and Jack led them upstairs—a short, shabby public house with eerie graffiti and graffiti on the walls. Big colorful characters, creaking wooden boards under their feet, Lester even clearly saw a very fat mouse running past their feet-to be honest, it really reminded him of those not-so-good times when he was a child. Have a good time.

They arrived at the top floor very quickly. Jack knocked eagerly on the door. There was a fierce barking of a dog and a loud nasal reprimand from a woman. After about 5 minutes, someone finally opened the door for them, and Ruth leaned out. half face - she let out a loud sob when she saw Jack, and rushed out to hug him: "Oh my God, you're back at last - I don't know what to do, I put them It's a mess—"

Jack kissed her forehead and patted her back tenderly: "You are good enough, you are a good girl, Ruth, no one can compare to you."

"Ladies and gentlemen, please stay in love later, we have to go in and take a look." Lester lazily said sarcastically, "Don't waste my time, please? I'm not here to see the misery of a crappy, rotten street The drama stayed, Jack."

"Why are you here!" Ruth shrieked, pushing Jack away.

Lester forced a crumpled smirk: "Your boyfriend invited me, sweetie."

He walked through the door first, and Ruth seemed more inclined to drag him out into a ball for him to roll straight down the stairs, but Jack stopped her, and he took Ruth's hand with some strength and repeated to her Ruth gave him a compromising look after saying something like "Lester can help", with "I'm all for you, otherwise I would never trust such a shameless villain" all over her face. expression.

Lester didn't know what expression to put on to deal with the situation. He stood stiffly beside the shoe rack, looking as if he fell in love with it at first sight and wanted to spend his whole life with it.

Alex stooped and put cloth shoe covers on himself—this was done after Ruth came, and they usually had to go into the house with bare feet—Old Turner had many eccentric habits, which Just one of them.

"Hey, Lester, get out of the way- oh man, man, the little one's out! Fuck, get it back, old Turner's gonna kill us!"

Alex saw the gray fur next to Lester's heel, and his expression seemed to see the destruction of the world. He wanted to bend down and pick up the disobedient animal, but it used its tender paws He hooked Lester's trousers firmly, and let out a grievous whimper——

"He won't go, hell he clings to Lester like a dog bone - Jesus, man you ain't teething yet!"

With a cold face, Ruth picked up the little guy and stuffed it into Lester's arms, then gloated and said——she could see that Lester was afraid of this at a glance: "Hold it, don't let it fall to the ground. "

Lester remained terribly stiff and stared at the dog—it was comfortable now, whimpering and lying on Lester's arm, blinking his wet blue eyes and watching the expression eagerly. The indifferent young man stuck out his tongue and licked his fingers as if trying to win a little affection for him.

Jack laughed and patted him on the shoulder: "Hey, take it easy—don't be like a statue, man, you'll make it uncomfortable."

"Don't make me hate you, Dawson. Get it away." Lester spit out a few words from his lips dryly. He has a little fear of dogs, not too serious, but the puppy in his hand is obviously Not a few days after birth—it is worth saying that this is a pure-blooded Alaskan sled dog, the coat is beautiful white and smoke gray, occasionally mixed with some vermilion, and there is not much meat, but it looks like a stuffed toy— — it's so fragile it's going to shatter, and Lester can't stand that.

Jack shrugged. He went into the room and took out a basket stuffed with old cotton cloth. Lester put the puppy in with a "rescued" face. Little Alaska seemed to want to crawl out, but Jack let it go. It landed on the horse tie a short distance from the ground—it was obviously frightened, and buried under the cotton cloth tremblingly, making an intermittent and distressing sound from its throat.

When they finished dealing with it, Alex came out with blood on his hands, and he said solemnly: "Go and boil a pot of hot water, Jack, Garcia can't hold it anymore—we must at least rescue him." lay down its child."

Jack responded sullenly and turned and walked into a place that was drawn by a cloth curtain-probably a kitchen or bathroom or something.

Lester was the only one left in the living room. He didn't understand the meaning of Jack bringing him here, but it didn't make him too uncomfortable. He took a few steps forward without any burden at all. Taking a serious look at this house, I am afraid that the overall area is not as large as a guest room in the White Rhododendron Manor.

To be honest, Lester could hardly see any of the original appearance of this house. From the ceiling to the walls, from the furniture to his feet, every place he could see was covered with various patterns, Some are statues of the Virgin, some are wars of the gods, and some clumsy graffiti that cannot make any sense. The largest piece in the middle of the living room-paints a very beautiful girl.

She is wearing a court dress that was popular in the last century. The streamering fabric hangs down from her shoulders. Her hair is golden like wheat waves, and her eyes are as blue as the deep sea. She walks in the warm-colored reception with a sweet and charming smile on her lips. But it implies irony - this makes the painting itself have a kind of impact, the hustle and bustle is far away around her, the girl's skirts are piled up, and the gems are shining, but all these can't add color to her, but reveal awe-inspiring Lonely, just like a wandering mundane——

"Angel." A soft voice sounded behind him. Someone opened the door and came in from the outside. He didn't seem to be shocked or annoyed by his unexpected guest. It was just that when Lester watched the painting, his cheek Only then did she tremble slightly, and let out a slight gasp, "This is her name."

Lester turned his head. It was a tall and thin old man with a pair of rare bright silver eyes, wearing a soft wool hat, his face became thinner and his expression was cold.

"I'm sorry, sir. I'm Lester Rowland, Jack's friend—they're—"

The old man waved his hand wearily, and touched the howling puppy in the basket with rough and protruding fingers. He raised his head to look at the closed door, and then slowly blinked the silver pair of His eyes said, "Garcia is going to die."

Lester froze for a moment, and suddenly there was a shrill cry in the room. Ruth rushed out of the door with a "bang", her eyes were red, she covered her mouth and wept loudly, and her white apron was stained with blood. , the old man walked over and hugged her: "I know this will happen sooner or later."

The smell of blood kept coming out of the door. When Lester walked in, Jack covered the small corpse with a white cloth, and there were two blood-stained babies on the soft old clothes next to him. Dogs—they were just born, their skin was pink, and they seemed to feel their mother's departure before they even opened their eyes. They whimpered and crawled towards Jack's hand. The young man with the same sad face stroking them , The fingers trembled badly.

"Shh, don't be afraid. I will protect you." Lester heard him repeating in a low voice, his tone was gentle but firm.

The old man walked over and lifted up the white cloth, and kept rubbing the dog's body that had gradually lost heat with his palms—it was a black cocker spaniel, and it looked also aged, with blood-stained brown coat It was tangled together, and the old Turner combed it patiently and meticulously: "You are finally gone, it's my turn, isn't it... I promised to give you a sunny garden to let you enjoy yourself." Run, but I cheated on you again and again, you should hate me, old man..."

His ramblings made people feel sad, and Ruth could not restrain himself from sobbing softly again. She was buried in Jack's arms, and everyone could see her trembling shoulders desperately.

Suddenly, something seemed to have fallen to the ground outside. The puppy’s miserable and immature howling was unbearable. Lester walked out frowning. Little Alaska was lying on the ground trembling and screaming, his whole body was shaking. Convulsions—looks like a bad fall.

"...Stupid child." Lester sighed, carefully hugged it in his arms, gently pinched its limbs and back, and said softly after confirming that it was not injured, "Don't make trouble, please? I Guess you know that dog—Garcia isn't it, she's dead—don't look at me like that, do you expect me to explain to you what death means? But you may have two more brothers, though they It’s not as big as you in total.”

"There should have been four of them." Alex squatted beside him, burying his face in his arms and said sullenly, "but Garcia was bleeding so badly that Bell couldn't save them."

Lester stroked the puppy's coat again and again, and it soon became happy, rubbing against Lester's fingers, its warm little body arched in his arms, the young man Showing a gentle smile: "It's already good, at least she left hope."

"It likes you," Alex grumbled under his breath. "I delivered him and he didn't get close to me. It's not fair!"

"Don't lose your temper, Mother Alec, we're here to talk about business." Bell washed his hands and walked to them. He was the one who was the least affected besides Lester. He had a straight face, It looked almost grim.

Lester hugged the dog and sat on the ground covered with newspapers: "Say, sir."

"...Alex and Jack - well, well, and me, we hope you can adopt this puppy, sir." Bell patted Alex's head helplessly, and said in a compromise, "As you can see, old Turner has problems eating by himself. Ruth and Jack helped him a little, but now he has three more mouths to eat - Jack wants to adopt the two little Cockers, so only There's nowhere it can go."

Lester smiled: "You can raise them too."

Alex stroked his hair, showing a slightly embarrassed smile: "No, no, Lester. Bell earned all the money to buy me costumes and props, as well as the registration for those musicals, it It's Alaska, and it needs an estate instead of a cracked truck—I think you get my point."

"Totally. But I have one condition." Lester touched his chin, looked at the two with earnest eyes, smiled and pointed to the center of the living room, "I want to get this painting."