[Titanic] Ticket

The arrival of Charlie Hockley means that they will no longer have a small family Christmas Eve gathering full of warmth and delicious food. The banquet hall of the manor is packed, but the old Hockley still seems to feel quite happy Dissatisfied—because he'd spent the night trying to add a few more lines to the invite list and every rich guy he could find in New Mexico was neatly listed.

Lester was standing in the corner holding the wine glass, his eyes looked colder than usual. When he was unwilling to smile, those gray eyes always had the ability to keep people away from thousands of miles away.

"You look angry," Victor said, standing to one side, casting a large shadow, not so different from when Lester left New York.

"Stop talking nonsense." Lester said, rubbing his hair irritably, "Tell me about your purpose, Victor."

"For you," Wilt said.

"Great joke," said Lester.

There was silence between them. Victor took a sip of the wine, which was very high-purity vodka. He was choked and coughed loudly. Lester knew that he did it on purpose. Drink like a Viking.

"I'm getting married."

Lester heard a toothache sigh from his heart, he thought, finally, something came out from the bottom of his heart, but what settled down was hidden in the deeper part of the soul .

"The youngest daughter of Viscount Fanning's family, you've heard of her—" Victor continued, Lester nodded indiscriminately, "Yes, Emily, I know her, what did Catherine say, okay Friends—yes, of course they are..."

Victor lifted his chin vigorously, their eyes met, and Victor said softly: "Don't make me think that I have even the slightest hope - I will take you out of here desperately, I can see Come out, you're not doing well."

"No." Lester said, he resumed his usual gentle expression, Victor knew exactly what this meant, "You know it too, I just didn't react for a while."

"It's not a sane wish anyway, Lester, and it makes me think tomorrow won't look so bad."

Victor leaned down and kissed him, it was a very light kiss, his lips were dry and warm, with the taste of sea salt, vodka and cider, no further, probably after a few minutes or just tens of seconds , he raised his head, his eyes turned that heartbreaking green because of the shadow cast: "It's just a ticket, right? If I get on the boat too, Hockley should stand aside. I may spend my whole life Regret it, my dear boy."

"Then, engrave it on your tombstone and stay away from him, bastard!" Carl knocked Victor down with one fist - the truth is of course slightly different, compared to Victor, Carl is almost slender , but when Victor covered his face and staggered back a few steps, everyone could see that the young Mr. Hockley was in a rage.

They attracted a lot of onlookers, the old Hockley turned blue with anger, and Catherine dragged Lester away from the center of the incident. She looked at Lester reproachfully: "You should avoid—although I am not I think so, but apparently my brother was so angry he wanted to kill."

"Remember to remind me to go to the police station to change my name. From now on, my name will be Helen Rowland." Lester touched his lips and said coldly.

……

Fortunately, neither Carl nor Victor was really underage. They quickly regained their demeanor and reason, and each dealt with the guests—and always paid attention to the fact that they were separated by such a long diagonal line of the banquet hall before the banquet resumed. There was peace, at least on the surface.Lester sat on the sofa, and he always thought a lot when no one was disturbing him, but everything that happened today seemed too chaotic, so that he couldn't even find a satisfactory beginning.

Look how absurd this thing is, he's just dating a guy - well, now maybe the whole ballroom knows he's having an affair with Carl - but so what, come on Well, they've taken refuge in New Mexico—God behold, it's a barren place compared to New York, but old Hockley still hunts them down like he'd die if he didn't force Carl to marry eight ten brides Can't rest in peace!

Victor said they were only short of a boat ticket...

If he had a fucking choice, he'd want to eat that damned ticket to the Titanic that should be destroyed a thousand times!

"You regret it."

Lester looked at him with hatred—a rare embarrassment came into old Mr Hockley's face: "Who do you think caused it, sir?"

Old Hockley hesitated, the young man in front of him seemed to be able to rush up and bite him at any time, but he could take his character as a guarantee—I wish he had—his intention was definitely not like this, even though he kept his face down It seemed difficult, but he still tried to explain a few words to Lester.

"I want you to understand that I'm not—probably a little reconciled, well, well, honestly, there's too many to count," said old Charlie viciously, and now he looked more like the hated one, "But what can I do, he loves you - it's disgusting - he loves you like crazy, I don't intend to lose my only son before I die, and maybe my daughter. What do you do, boy Did it?" He narrowed his eyes, his eyes full of scrutiny and displeasure.

"The Hockley family is dissatisfied." Lester said dryly. "Let me remind you that you have an illegitimate child."

"The bastard," Mr. Hockley said coldly and quickly, "but he's not useless. You need a child. Benjamin has blond hair. He'll look like you."

"Thank you Dade," said Lester. "Why did you mention it to me?"

"Because Karl won't like it, I know my son." Old Hockley looked even a little proud, he sighed, "He can't even imagine how happy I was when he landed, Karl is my son The first child in my life grew up strong and smart as I expected, and I had high hopes for him. When I received a letter from Bucket, "Old Hockley frowned at the mention of this name, "You don't know how much I wanted you to die on the Titanic, but I missed the perfect moment and made you a cliché."

Lester listened quietly, his gray pupils focused and hardworking.

"Your business is doing well, as you know. My old friends often ask me about you—they always think you are a distant relative of the Hockley family. They praise you and Carl sparingly to me," Hockley said disgustedly. Said, "I can't wait to marry my daughter to you, which makes me think that at least you are a good match-at least better than those vases that know clothes and jewelry, except that you can't have children."

He muttered, looked Lester from head to toe with a critical look, and repeated: "Except that you can't have children."

"If my understanding is correct, you agree to us being together now?" Lester raised his eyebrows. He wasn't overjoyed, knowing that there is no such thing as a free lunch in the world.

Sure enough, "But I will live here and supervise you until you really satisfy me - don't try to play tricks under my nose, kid!" Old Hockley snorted coldly, his eyes gleaming with that kind of arrogance , like a king who is giving gifts.

"It sounds more like Catherine's husband." Lester smiled sincerely, "But it's a deal, sir."

……

To everyone's surprise, Old Hockley did not continue the dinner party until the next day - Christmas - although it seemed to be a traditional event in their family, with Mr Highmore delivering a Christmas tree and mistletoe decorations They are placed in every corner of the manor, even in the dining room of the servants, which makes the whole manor full of laughter.

Lester and Catherine occupied the opposite ends of the kitchen, and they couldn't agree on the fruit in the end, so they decided to make two cakes, with Karl helping out, although he looked more like a mess.

"Stay three feet away from me, Carl Hockley, have mercy, put down the sugar in your hand, are you going to sweeten us all to death?" Laughing, Carl looked at him aggrievedly - it was kind of like that, but Lester refused to be soft on him, he could have ruined the whole Christmas.

"Master, Master is looking for you." The newly recruited butler of the manor ran down the stairs panting, and it was obvious that he was not used to this rigorous job. Carl frowned, gave Victor a warning look, and then Walk upstairs slowly.

"Just in time." Lester sneered.

Victor walked behind him and fastened his crooked apron: "Dried cherry chocolate? A wonderful combination, I can't wait."

"Tell me why you kept it for Christmas." Lestat handed him a handful of dried cherries, and Victor chopped them up as he stuffed them into his mouth.

"I don't know," Victor said, "I'd rather spend Christmas with a bunch of nasty Hockleys than spend Christmas alone - yeah, don't look at me like that, now you're one of them .”

Lester smiled: "I hope you gave me a Christmas present, otherwise I might consider charging rent and food."

They look at each other and know that one day time will dilute everything, those that should be forgotten will pass away, but those worth remembering will never fade, love is not the most precious thing in the world, on the contrary it always gives people unreliable impression.

I should be content and thankful for God's arrangement.

At least they met for some reason, which is a meaningful thing.

"You're going to love it."