[Titanic] Ticket

Lester sat in front of the hospital bed and concentrated on peeling an apple. His fingers were long and his skin was blue and white. He held a silver knife with exquisite patterns in his palm, which looked so sharp and jagged that it was almost morbid.

Old Turner was stuck in the bed sheet. It was hard to say whether he was thinking about something, but he seemed a little absent-minded.

Victor quickly walked in from the outside, his expressionless face rarely showed some annoyance and disgust—when he spoke, he sounded impatient as if he wanted to poke a hole in the floor of the ward: "Okay, I knew the NYPD was always a bunch of idiots. I don't understand how I have to pay huge taxes every year - just to feed this bunch of idiots who are wasting air?"

Lester put the apples one by one on a small plate, then turned his head and smiled - a jerky young policeman poked half his head out of the door, his cheeks flushed with embarrassment, and he tried his best not to smile so awkwardly: "It's your turn, Mr. Luo, Mr. Roland."

Lester patted Victor on the shoulder: "Don't get angry, you scared him. You know, this is just a routine."

The young man glanced at Lester gratefully with a "saved" expression on his face, and then quickly shrank back.

Victor nodded gloomyly, his light-colored eyes lingering on Old Turner coldly, until Lester gently closed the door, he said arrogantly: "If it wasn't for you, We don't have to deal with a bunch of trouble here at night."

Old Turner rolled himself into the quilt with a tired face: "Sir, you were the first to attack Robert - just yesterday, Mr. Roland beat him mercilessly and threatened those lawless young people with guns , if he hadn't done that - it would still be a good, calm night."

Victor frowned in disgust, and he tapped his hands on the bedside table impatiently—those ivory apple slices were arranged very beautifully—Lester seemed to have a little obsessive-compulsive disorder, but he was exposed for a long time In the air, they began to oxidize and turn yellow uncontrollably, and those ugly rusty reds seemed to have some ancient and decayed smell-this made Victor feel sick, just like the one on the bed that always seems to be persistent Like the old guy who can't live for a second.

"They almost violated him, and every American citizen has the freedom to defend his rights." Victor looked condescendingly into his eyes, and then added in a cadence, "Even if Lester is not now-of course I think It's just a matter of time, at least in this place where the Stars and Stripes are flying, there is nothing he can't do."

Old Turner was about to give up communicating with him. Maybe half an hour ago he had deeply hated Leicester's inhumanity--capitalists are always like this, but now it seems that at least he is better than this little Shi Mr. Trauss was much better, even worthy of virtuousness—God, it was a maddening discovery.

……

Lester quickly sent the young police officer away. To be honest, everyone knew that it was just a waste of time——Victor's identity meant that the NYPD couldn't convict them even if they had evidence, let alone Speaking of which, the group of crackheads was clearly bad enough to be registered in the files, and they found a poor person to be scolded-the young man walked away with sloppy feet and an expression that looked like he had been reborn.

Honestly, it's kind of interesting.

Lester couldn't help chuckling until a dark, cold voice forced him to look up: "You're happy, aren't you, Lester?"

Carl stood in front of him with his arms folded—he should have just come from a banquet, wearing a three-piece suit that fit well, his hair was pinned back by hairspray, and there were deep lines on his forehead and the corners of his mouth—he was so angry that he almost Somewhat unbearable, Lester scratched his hair, feeling a sense of powerlessness and coldness gushing from the bottom of his heart—he could empathize with Victor at this moment.

"No, of course not—I did it for a reason, Karl—"

"Enough of your explanations, Lester." Carl said stiffly, and showed a disgusted expression.

The smile Lester struggled to maintain seemed a bit bitter: "I'm sorry, I'm really sorry, I didn't expect twists and turns, Karl—"

"You should stay in the manor obediently - these bad things will not happen, I must not continue to indulge you. Don't always think that I am a fool without a brain. Besides, today is not over. Now, come home with me ’” Carl said abruptly from the tip of his tongue—his light brown eyes were a little flustered, as Lester’s expression was changing from guilt and exhaustion to expressionless at a frightening speed, lips pursed It was as cold and hard as a snow line, and he thought he understood why, but his raging thoughts forbade him to trace the root of it.

"So, does this mean that I will be imprisoned?" Lester turned around and pressed his finger on the doorknob, "It seems that I have to hurry up, preferably not now, I want to get what I want— —at least tonight. There's no reason why I should have paid for nothing, don't you think, Mr Hockley?"

"Lester——" the rich man scratched his hair irritably, Satan knew he had no intention of it, but he couldn't control himself, as if some invisible force forced him to say those words that would make young people bored — never has he hated his lack of language more than now.

Karl followed Lester into the ward, and Victor leaned against the wall—he stared at Karl for a while, until he forced him to jump to kill, and then he said lazily in an unflattering drawl : "Good evening, Mr. Hockley. Poor thing, isn't it. I reckon you've offended Lester."

"Fuckyou, shut your mouth, Strauss." Carl kicked the wall, and a spider busy weaving a web fell into his neck, and the rich man yelled to catch it out, which made Wei Kurt sneered mercilessly—though his cheeks looked more cramped than a smile.

Lester bent down to empty the dish of apple slices into the trash can, and the old Turner, keeping his eyes on Carl, finally turned and asked, "Is he your—lover?"

Lester raised the corners of his lips coldly: "Are you interested? I thought you would refuse to talk to me in the short term, Mr. Turner."

Old Turner looked sad, and he even looked at the young man with some pity, every wrinkle on his face exuded sorrow: "...you are walking on a one-way street, which is harder than us and full of sins path of."

"If he can persist, there's no reason why I can't." Lester sat down, his light gray eyes finally softened a little - those cold and hard ice layers were gone, maybe because he thought of something good Glimmering, "But we still have shortcomings. I need your painting, this is the first step to my success. Anyway, I don't want to regret when I get old because I haven't struggled in life—" He suddenly lightened Sighing lightly, his nose wrinkled slightly because of unhappiness, "It's hard to say, I think facing life and death together has made our relationship strong enough, but maybe there are exceptions to everything."

Old Turner looked more and more tired and silent.

He felt that he was moved, it was a more powerful and deeper attack than coercion and temptation, it hit his heart directly, making him unavoidable.

Those defenses around him were already crumbling, and as long as he thought of making a lover in a difficult situation happy, he would feel that the hot blood that had dried up and died was flowing happily again under the sebum. "Angel" is not Kataba Yoshimitsu, but the woman who lives in his memory, she is so kind and warm, if she is still alive, she will definitely shed tears for the young couple...

Old Turner finally buried himself deeply in the quilt, tears slipped from the corners of his eyes uncontrollably, but he insisted on keeping his voice steady and indifferent: "In two days, I will give you the answer, Roland gentlemen."

……

Victor and Clara, who came to deal with the follow-up questions, bid them farewell at the gate of the hospital. Lester followed Carl into the car. Compared with the carriage, this new Ford Model T looked airy and spacious. Lester Putting his head against the window, he was silent all the way.

It was nearly nine o'clock in the evening when we returned to the White Cuckoo. Mary stood in the hall, she looked worried: "Gosh, Lester, you are finally back. Miss is very worried about you, and Mr. Lovejoy is too."

"Sorry to Catherine for me, I forgot her hat." Lester smiled wearily. "Can I have a guest room, Mary?"

"Of course—oh, but you're not—" the young girl cut off sharply when she saw Carl's gloomy face, "I think you still need some hot water and food, 15 minutes, soon."

"Good night, then, Mr. Hockley." Lester nodded to Carl expressionlessly, and passed him upstairs.

Carl grabbed his arm and pulled him into his arms with some strength, his voice sounded painful and regretful: "...don't do this to me, please, Lester. I don't understand Where did I go wrong - but I apologize, and whatever, don't leave me, please."

Lester reached out and stroked his hair - they were hardened and smoothed with hair gel, just like Carl's professed disguise - he once thought he was indestructible and powerful, but in fact Carl might stay for a long time At that crying age.

Cowardly, weak, afraid of losing.

There may always be some shadows in his heart that cannot be erased-but what does it matter, everyone will have those, whether it is a glamorous upper-class nobleman or a beggar and alcoholic who sleeps in a bridge hole, he is willing to tolerate those, but he does not Acknowledging them can become the mainstream of life.

"Karl, I'll love you—until you don't love me." Lester straightened up and dropped kisses on his blinking eyes, "but I'm tired—if you're like I said you never Put me at ease for a moment, then you should understand what I'm doing now. I hope to stand by your side, stand here, and not be a shady or something—you know the ones."

Lester's smile was gentle and bright, but Carl was so sad that he couldn't speak. He tried to explain, but found himself getting darker and darker in frustration: "I didn't mean to find someone to watch you... I don't want you It makes me unhappy to stay with Strauss for a long time, I want you to come back here, or in my company, you can get any position you want..."

"That's not what I want." Lester looked at him quietly. "God knows that a Hockley gave it, even if it changes hands a few times, it's still named Hockley—not Roland."

Lester was unable to go to the guest room in the end, and Karl was determined not to let him leave him even a step. Even if it was unattractive, he still dragged the young man into his room, and he always showed eagerness and diligence.

Lester even saw him jump out of his chair when he came out of the bathroom, looking as sad and cute as chocolate begging for meat-it made him smile, Carl brushed his hair, and the two Lying on a bed, back to back, fell asleep very peacefully.

……

"Good morning, Lester." Catherine greeted Lester lazily while sitting at the dining table. She looked a little sleepy, as if she hadn't slept well.

Lester suggested gently: "You need a cup of coffee, honey, it will make you look refreshed."

"Oh, yes. Don't mention it. I really shouldn't have put cream and cookies in the room. They made a fuss all night." Catherine weakly asked May to serve her a cup of coffee with milk and sugar, and then asked in a low voice, "Did you quarrel with your brother? I heard from the maids. You know them, and they always like these gossips."

Lester took a sip of tea and said with a light smile, "It's no big deal. There is no couple in the world who doesn't quarrel. Besides, I have to solemnly apologize to you. I forgot your hat, good girl."

Catherine waved her hand, with a strange expression on her face: "You don't know? Mr. Strauss sent me a lot early in the morning. I can guarantee that it's enough for me to change for a week without repeating—Brother It went out quickly and I looked like he wanted to go to Macy's and kill that gentleman."

Lester was taken aback for a moment: "...I'm a little tired, I overslept—"

At this moment, the maid brought in little Alaska, who had grown a little fatter and still looked round, waving his limbs and yelling at Lester, and Rosalie could hardly catch him.

"Don't make trouble."

Lester took the puppy and patted him lightly on the back. The strength was very small, but Alaska immediately lay down obediently, with four legs spread out, looking quiet and well-behaved. Catherine stretched Neck full of envy: "It is really obedient, how did you teach it?"

"Teaching without a teacher, probably." Lester pinched the puppy's paw, the chocolate dog's eyes were wet, and it licked Lester's finger affectionately, as if it was a delicious meaty bone, " Hey, chocolate, don’t lick my face, okay? God, Catherine, you have to understand that Alaska grows up to be a devil, and your cocker spaniel is the sweet little padded jacket.”

"It's true." Catherine was amused, and happily ate breakfast, and decided to visit the little guys who made her tormented last night so hard that she wished she could strangle her to death. Checked the favorability, "I just lied to you, my brother went to the city center to pick up things - he ordered it for you a long time ago, it seems that he wants to give you a surprise."

Lester was a little unsure if it was a surprise, but at least the young man smiled genuinely when Carl came up to him with the scarlet riding suit as a treasure - Carl was so cute, wasn't he? Like an oversized chocolate, look at that tail, almost wagging to the ceiling: "You mean, invite me to go horseback riding, Mr. Hockley?"

"Yes, dear Lester. I promise you'll like it, a—" Carl stopped short, his light brown eyes full of pleasure and flattery, "it's not a good day, maybe a little hot , but I want you to be happy and go put it on, please."

"I'm not sure I want to hear that word again anytime soon - you're brainwashing me, seriously."

Lester compromised and put on the red riding suit that burned his eyes-in any sense, he didn't like this bright color that looked like a target, but Carl obviously didn't think much of it. His eyes were more eager than scorching hot - almost greedily wandering around his body, Karl's footsteps moved forward a little uncontrollably, his fingers blocked the heavy cloth from continuing to cover his body.

Lester's skin is smooth and flexible, with incredible tension when pressed by his fingers. His back is very beautiful, and the shape of the spine is clear and straight—he is a bit too thin, and the two sharp butterfly bones seem to be piercing through the skin Come out, which makes Carl feel his heartbeat almost exceed 120 mph.

"Do you want to ride or have sex?" Lester asked lazily, leaning against the bedpost, raising one eyebrow, and running his fingers up Carl's trouser seam.

The rich man's expression was extremely unnatural - he was probably wavering too, but in the end the goddamn bitch's reason prevailed, and he reluctantly kissed Lester's back several times. Down, and then escaped out of the room short of breath: "I'll go out and wait for you."

"Oh, this looks like two 12-year-old kid falling in love." Lester laughed out loud.

After changing his clothes, Lester hummed a brisk Scottish tune, and walked to the mirror in a few steps. His riding boots had a few centimeters of high heels, which made him look even more slender, probably because he was immersed in music all the year round. The temperament is calm and elegant.

That's nice, at least they're above reproach when they stand together.

The young man touched Moonlight Gold's long hair and thought easily.

Little Theater 【If Lester gets angry】

Carl: Leicester got angry with T-dish and refused to let him sleep together

Catherine: QAQ made Leicester angry, no new hats to wear

Victor: =_= Lester got angry and was put in the Karl slot

Ash: TAT made Lester angry... Tell me what you said half of what you said yesterday! !Damn Virgos want to know to die, okay! ! !