[Titanic] Ticket

Before Bell could speak, Alex almost jumped to the ceiling: "This is impossible! Old Turner regards it more than his life!"

Lester was lazily half-propped on the ground, and little Alaska was slowly rolling on his bent belly—seemingly enjoying himself, the young man raised his lips slightly: "I will talk to him personally, but Today is obviously not a good time - all you have to do is to ensure that he is alive and healthy, and to protect this painting, Mr. Augustus, I guess this is your strong point."

Bell's tense muscles quickly relaxed, but his cheeks were still tense, and lead clouds rolled in his eyes. Finally, he said sullenly, "I need you to pay enough."

Lester shrugged and said casually: "Of course, I will send Alex to the best drama academy for further study, or there is a warm little shop in the city center."

……

"Hey, Jack, I'm leaving, together?"

After negotiating the business with Bell, Lester was obviously in a good mood. He knocked on the door politely. Old Turner seemed to have regained his spirits. Ruth poured him a glass of cider. Lester noticed that the old man The hands holding the cup are still steady and strong—although the fingers are shriveled like skeletons and stained with some color that cannot be washed off due to long-term use, there is no doubt that these are still a pair of hands that can swing the paintbrush steadily.

This wonderful detail made Lester's smile look more gentle and sincere: "You can ride with me in the carriage, maybe in time for dinner, Mrs. Bucket will be very happy."

His words made Ruth's face a little ugly.

Recently, Mrs. Bucket has gone crazy and wanted her to climb into Karl's bed. Probably after seeing the luxury and beauty of the White Rhododendron Manor, this woman's lifelong goal is to change her daughter's surname to Hockley at all costs. .

She didn't want to see Jack, and even claimed that she "couldn't bear to breathe the air under the same roof with a lowly and shameless person". Worse than Jack.

"Right away." Jack nodded, and quickly turned back to old Turner and said, "We'll come tomorrow with a shovel and a candle, Garcia needs a decent funeral - I don't think you mind keeping it one night?"

The elder Turner responded softly: "I would like it to stay in this house forever if I could."

Jack came out with a basket containing two puppies, and Xia Feng rushed towards him from the dark corridor. He carefully gathered the cotton cloth in the basket and handed it to Ruth, locked the door, and walked slowly along the Going down the stairs, he habitually jumped down when he reached the last two steps, the blond hair jumped in the air, he looked like Peter Pan forgotten at the end of time.

There was a tiny gleam in Ruth's green eyes, and her expression was soft and warm as Lester had never seen it before, and there was a little weariness between the brows, but it didn't matter—as if as long as Jack was around, she Never being overwhelmed by anything, never taking a single step back from the things she hated so much.

Lester said softly, "You look fine—I mean, a perfect match."

Ruth snorted, but her tone softened involuntarily: "You don't want me to praise that you and Karl are a perfect match, it's just unthinkable."

Lester smiled. "I guess you can see that we have problems, just like you do—they're like cracks in the ice, and I never want to fall into the water a second time."

Ruth silently squeezed the carrier basket in her hand, the puppies arched gently under the cotton cloth, and let out a weak cry, she gently touched the two small animals with her fingers, and finally said firmly: "I won't Let that happen, on my life."

They got into the carriage, Ruth fell asleep because of the exhaustion of the whole day, Jack took off his coat and covered her carefully, staring at her face fascinated, until Lester asked: "If I could know, Mind talking to me about old Mr. Turner, Jack?"

"No, of course not, I have to thank you." Jack smiled and waved his hands, "We met in the square in front of the New York Library. On a very sunny day, I sketched for tourists--five cents a piece, I But there was no price increase, and Ruth was doing what she could in the library. Old Turner was feeding the pigeons by the fountain, and Garcia and Lily were squatting at his feet—forgot to mention, Lily is your puppy She's a very pretty and good-natured mother, but she's been having a bit of a problem lately - postpartum anxiety probably, and she's always trying to attack the pups, so we're taking him to a neighbor. Lester you know , I like to draw ordinary people, the scene at that time was really very warm—”

While speaking, Jack took out a sketchbook from his backpack, quickly flipped through it a few times and handed it to Lester: "Look, this is Lily, and Garcia—they are all several weeks pregnant, old Turner took They came out for a walk, he liked my drawings, said I was talented and enthusiastic - it was embarrassing, wasn't it."

Lester looked at the lifelike sketch with sincere eyes: "He is right, God favors you, Jack."

"Oh, Gosh, don't bury me with compliments, I'm really going to jump out of the car!" Jack sighed softly, winking exaggeratedly, "Later we gradually got to know each other, old Turner is a very knowledgeable painter, he Let me go to his house to learn painting. To be honest, did you see that <Angel>, it is the most precious masterpiece in his life."

"Of course, even a layman like me has seen something extraordinary." Lester smiled, "He is so close to you, it must be due to Miss Bukett - she looks a little like the person in the painting, I am in some respects."

"Yes, yes, you are always so sharp, buddy." Jack scratched his hair, his blue eyes looked a little dim, and the strong shadow hit his face, making his facial features present an indescribable sadness, "that It was the old Turner's lover, a famous lady from London. This painting is named after her, and the old Turner loved her all his life, but you can't imagine that they never had a day together."

Lester gently stroked the warm and soft puppy in his arms, Jack's voice lingered in his ears, like a pool of deep clear water, and the spreading algae swayed gently in it, pulling people's thinking back as if for a moment to 50 years ago.

In old Turner's year, the famous lady named Angel and her aunt Qingche Jiancong came to the countryside for vacation. She was beautiful and charming, and she was proficient in all aristocratic manners. Almost all the young people of the right age were fascinated by her.There were frequent parties at the house, and her aunt looked as if she could not wait to marry her off, and the squires tried their best, but she was like a rose in a garden of thorns.

Turner was hired as a waiter in the banquet because of his good looks. He looked at Angel's depression day after day, and finally decided to find something to make her happy. He gave her a small cocker spaniel , secretly put the basket under the window sill, and because he was illiterate, he drew some precautions on small cards and stuffed them into her window.

Angel really became happy because of that docile and beautiful little creature. She was grateful for this unknown kind man, and deeply loved those fresh and elegant little cards, until she found him—it was midsummer when the moonlight was very gentle That night, Turner wanted to catch a bag of fireflies for her, but was caught when he tried his best with his ass pouted.The little cards fell out of his pocket, and Angel smiled and said, "Hello, sir. And, I found out that I'm in love with you."

She was like the most rebellious sword, piercing through the etiquette and rules that bound her body so fiercely.

Turner fell in love with her and saw her every night in the garden--probably the brightest days of his life, but it didn't last long, and word of Angel's family eventually spread to the country, where they went bankrupt and their jewels were sold. Mortgage, even the house, her aunt hastily married her off to a rich man who was willing to pay their debts.

"Old Turner tried everything possible to find out about her, and she seemed to die prematurely because of depression. Later, he went to the United States and studied painting while remembering his lover. He raised the same cocker spaniel and adopted the same Garcia, until <Angel> was finished, he never forgot Angel.”

Jack's long sigh echoed in the carriage, he clenched his fists nervously, his head bowed: "He said that Angel once offered to go with him, but Turner hoped to give her something better—this is his What I regret all my life, he is an eternal coward. He appreciates me and agrees with me, but in fact I don't know where Ruth and I are headed. I am a penniless and poor painter. Once I leave the White Cuckoo Manor, I'd be worrying about the hefty weekly rent bill, and I don't want Ruth to be another Maggie — even if that ending is about showing love."

The carriage stopped slowly, and Lester said in a gentle voice when he stepped out of the carriage: "Jack, fate may be unfair, but it is not constant. It may give you setbacks, but opportunities come with it."

……

The White Rhododendron Manor was brightly lit, and Carl sat in the main seat with a gloomy expression. He hadn't moved away from him for a moment since Lester walked in. Lester smiled and greeted Catherine. He thought Wanting to explain the reason to Carl, Mrs. Bucket sneered sharply: "God, Roland is back, isn't it? We can finally eat? Lovejoy, please bring me some mashed potatoes, I think I'm starving." Almost enough to eat a cow."

"Mother!" cried Ruth irritably, but Mrs. Bucket gave her a hard look, and then turned her earnest eyes to Carl—she couldn't wait to see him turn against Lester.

Lester stuffed a ball of warm and soft animals into Carl's hands: "The culprit - cook it for Mrs. Bookett, there is a lot of meat, I'm serious."

The corners of Karl's tight lips finally softened. He pinched the puppy who kept stretching its neck towards Lester—with an indescribably disgusted expression on his face, he raised his eyebrows and said, "Alaska? This is not suitable for hunting." Good dogs, usually we prefer hounds, they are good catchers."