[Titanic] Ticket

"Seriously, you're going to spend the night with me, aren't you, Mr. Strauss?"

Lester held up his wine glass and tilted it towards Victor. The golden liquid rolled with delicate bubbles—like fine white pearls piled on the shore. His fingers were long enough, and their fingertips were white, The two eternally still hands in the wind-up clock were so stubborn and sharp that Victor was a little distracted until Lester urged him to go back a second time.

He took a sip of wine to hide his unspeakable absent-mindedness: "Yes, yes, there's nothing wrong with that. I have to make sure you won't be seduced by Hockley, otherwise, all my hard work in the past month or so will be in vain. It became useless."

Lester remained cautiously silent, since no answer could satisfy Victor—by the way, the young capitalist had always had a heart as tough as oak—and whether Lester refused How many times, he didn't seem ready to take it seriously, and he wisely continued this silence until some familiar friends stepped into the banquet hall of Baron Bryan's house one after another, and walked over to hug and chat with him enthusiastically.

"Hey, dear Lester, you are really early. I was thinking about going out together, but Daisy has been reminding me of this since three days ago." A middle-aged man with brown-red curly hair The young man glanced at Lester with some complaints, reached out and patted him on the shoulder, his body smelled of alcohol - Lester frowned a little unhappy.

It seems a little ridiculous, as if they have not just known each other for less than two months, but are ready to spend the sweet [-]th anniversary of their acquaintance at any moment, Victor Taking a sip of wine casually, he thought ironically.

Lester chatted nonsense about the weather and finance with these capitalists one after another, scanning the banquet hall without focusing his eyes.

The hall was old, with brightly starched flannel curtains drawn behind carved doors, with white edges at the exposed edges, and the walls, probably hastily renovated, were covered with cheap wallpaper of poor quality, with daisies and Cupids—the The white petals have an unsightly yellow color, but the pure golden hair seems to have been soaked in aqua regia that is not too concentrated.

The old aristocrats have clearly come to an end and are finally ready to give up their pride. Look at the businessmen all over the room, the stench of copper is coming out of their nostrils. Having found the earliest larkspur in early spring, Charlie Hockley walked in with Catherine on his arm, and Karl followed behind him, looking bored and extremely tired.

He has no female companion.

Lester noticed this and looked away quickly.

"You can't forget him." Victor said sharply, seeming a little annoyed.

Lester sighed almost in despair: "It's boring, Victor, I never said I had to forget him."

Victor sneered mockingly, he didn't need to say much, the facts seemed pale and glaring.Baron Bryan laughed and hugged Old Hockley - they were like a pair of brothers reunited after a long absence, and then each introduced their proud sons and daughters to each other.

Karl shook hands with the woman next to the baron—she was wearing a long green lace dress made of silk, wrapping her plump and beautiful body like a deep-sea mermaid. With her hair twisted like a sea serpent, Anaris Bryan—the eldest baronet at only 20 years old—clearly possessed a certain seductive style and mastered it well.

Lester drank his last sip of wine, probably because of the long-term irregular work and rest, he clearly felt the slowly spreading coldness and pain in his stomach-but it was nothing, his fingers hanging by his side There was a slight shudder, and then everything returned to calm—along with his thoughts and emotions.

……

The atmosphere of the banquet was getting better, men and women slid onto the dance floor together, Lester finished dealing with an aristocratic woman who was old enough to be his grandmother, and his eyes began to chase Karl uncontrollably—he didn’t know that this was repeated all night a few times—but he knew Karl hadn't looked back at him, not even once.

"You shouldn't have left so easily, it made my brother feel that you never cared about him." Catherine spoke behind him, her indifferent voice had a chilling intensity.

Lester turned to look at her—her hair was all up on top of her head, with ancient jewel butterflies in it, which made her look a little mature, and those light brown eyes like smoke seemed to see past him. Another deep thing: "Good evening, Lester."

"Good evening, Catherine." Lester kissed the back of her hand.

"I don't think you should come," said Catherine, without the warmth of a reunion, not even a decent introduction, or she thought a "good evening" was more than enough for their friendship, "time It's too short."

They all knew what she was talking about, Lester lowered his eyes - he felt that the pain in his stomach was almost unbearable, but in fact he was just a little paler, he stood still, just Like a sharp and blunt spear: "You can understand that this is my selfishness and vacillation. I hope God will forgive me for these shortcomings. But I didn't come just for him. I said it and I have to do it thing."

Catherine was silent for a while, even though she stayed in the white cuckoo and seldom went out, she was not ignorant of Lester's actions.He is the hot newcomer in the New York social circle, he is sought after like a chiffon cake just out of the oven. Catherine has heard news about him from the servants more than once—even though old Hockley is angry again and again, It has never been banned repeatedly.

Lester tilted his head and smiled, his gray eyes were as gentle and beautiful as before, surprisingly bright: "He won't let me down, will he?"

Catherine turned her head, and Carl took Annarise's slender waist for one last movement - and then he shook off her hand, like finally completing a chore that was forced on him and he would never like it He walked to the corner and sat down, ignoring the dark complexions of old Charlie and Baron Brian.

"Brother is trying." Catherine finally said softly. "He's trying his best. He's really not a Hockley now—but he's likable enough." She took off the necklace around her neck and handed it to Lester." In addition, the Bookett family has been kicked out of the White Cuckoo, this is their address, I hope this is a gift that suits your heart - just as an apology from Hockley."

Lester smiled and stretched out his hand to pick it up. He wanted to open his mouth to say something, but the blackness in front of him caused him to lose his voice. Numb pain flooded his mind, and he heard himself fall "bang". On the ground, like a real broken sack, there were hard and warm arms supporting him, and his mind was so confused that it was difficult to identify who it was.

Victor hugged him in a panic, no one knew what happened, the necklace pendant in Catherine's hand was brought to the ground by Lester, the glass mirror was smashed to pieces, the little girl opened her eyes a little foolishly. She pursed her mouth until Carl walked over, and she sobbed as if she had been punched hard.

"I, don't know...I, swear—"

Carl hugged her, and he didn't even have time to comfort her when he heard people around him buzzing and shouting.

"He's vomiting blood!" "Oh, Jesus, get to the hospital!" "Yeah, I'm going to call the doctor!"

Carl picked up Lester as if his butt was burned and was about to rush outside, but Charlie Hockley stopped him coldly: "If you dare to take a step, then things will end in the way he least expects .”

Annarize came and took his arm—trying to get him to let go of Lester with a malevolent force, and said softly and softly: "Don't worry, the doctor will be here soon, he doesn't look like Something is wrong—maybe just not getting enough sleep."

Fuck not getting enough sleep!Carl even felt that he was about to be annoyed.

Lester leaned fragilely in his arms, he looked cold and lifeless from head to toe, but Carl still felt hot, he didn't know what to do - the eyes of several noble wives changed Well, they are always like a pack of vicious dogs, with a natural sensitivity to gossip - they obviously realized that there was something to sing between these two young people, and put those strong curiosity on their faces undisguised.

Victor roared and punched him to the ground. He seemed to be trying to restrain his anger and hatred. He hugged the unconscious young man, glanced coldly at the whispering guests, and then He walked out of this disgusting place without any hesitation.

Karl began to tremble violently. Annaris tried to comfort him, but was pushed away by the crazy rich man. He did not chase out, but those light-colored eyes were like frozen black lakes. As Catherine walked to the corner, the little girl looked up at him, her eyes were wet and blurred with tears: "Brother——"

"Shh, Catherine, it's no big deal." Carl smiled, "I understand what he means, and I swear, I'll always be here."

At that time, her brother must not have known that his smile seemed to be squeezed out of the deepest pain, full of the impulse to make people cry.

Carl Hockley has finally grown up this autumn, leaving that willful and innocent little boy far behind, Catherine thought, she would do everything to protect her brother, always in the eyes of everyone bad guy - even if he's not likable.

The author has something to say:

Small theater [five times Carl made a stupid move in front of Lester, and once he finally got smart] Worldstar has become one of the best film companies in Hollywood, Carl is not happy that Lester sees many handsome men every day Beauty.

But what made him even more unhappy were those blind directors who took a fancy to Lester's good looks and often invited him to play cameo roles.

Jessica said that Lester had gotten another good role recently, and Jack Dawson seemed to be acting opposite him, and she gave him an idea—Carl thought about it and thought that this girl was a good one.

Karl asked Lovejoy to prepare black-rimmed glasses, a deerstalker hat, a long scarf, and a black trench coat, and quietly came to the set-almost everyone recognized him, and they couldn't help laughing. Give the green light.

Cal. didn't feel it. He thought he was pretending well. In order to make himself more realistic, Hockley asked every star present to sign, and several of them wrote like this.

[Let's go back and have a chat. 】

[Why did I regard you as a rival in love back then? 】

【...I didn't expect you to do this hahahahahaha! 】