[Titanic] Ticket

Lester subconsciously looked up at the time when the phone rang.

——06:30, a time that doesn't seem out of place.

But when he looked at the phone again, that look was particularly hateful and sad. Jessica walked in with a stack of documents and put them in front of him to pick out the ones that required signature. How sincerely said: "I reminded you that it was almost five o'clock, but you were so busy at that time that you were not even willing to give me a look."

"...So now I deserve this." Lester obediently wrote his name on every place needed, and the phone ringing stopped abruptly after 1 minute.

"You don't take it?" Jessica tidied up the papers spread out on the table and asked him, "...Not Hockley?"

"It's him. I'll be off work in half an hour, please help me put the necessary things first." Lester rubbed his forehead, and leaned back in the chair tiredly but not very relaxed.

Jessica poured him a cup of coffee and complained, "I've had enough. I haven't had a good night's sleep since June."

Lester didn't speak. After a day of turmoil, it's hard to ask him to spend more energy to maintain a gentle appearance. He quietly held a coffee cup, and the eyeballs under his eyelashes were like the lines of his profile Generally cold, sometimes Jessica thinks he hates this society—just like the period of middle and second periods before he was a teenager never really passed, they lurked in the skin and mind of the young man, from time to time You have to stand up and let those who try to get close feel the coldness and rebellion piercing into the bone marrow.

She backed out in good time.

About 15 minutes later, someone opened the door and came in, smelling a little of the sunshine and champagne in August, bent over and hugged Lester who seemed to be asleep, and took out the empty bag he was holding in his hand. Coffee mug, then touched his barely warm palm and frowned.

"You should take good care of yourself. Eat first, we still have a while before we go home." Carl said disapprovingly, knowing that he was awake, he got up and made him a glass of milk, cereal and sugar, which smelled delicious .

Lester smiled at him, time passed quickly, he now has the appearance of a fully grown man, with handsome and straight features, neat blond hair hanging behind his ears, but still retains some soft temperament , and even more so that Karl was soft-hearted towards him when he was caught off guard. A newspaper once wrote that he was "like a bard born in water when he restrained his edge". Most people think that although this statement is a bit exaggerated, it is more or less fair.

"Where are you from?" Lester asked.

"At the wedding banquet of the second son of Randolph." Carl frowned, "I don't understand how his father agreed, a rich widow, and the whole New York is talking about it."

"You mean Mrs. Coster. In all fairness, she is a beauty." Lester said slowly, looking up at Karl, "and as far as I know, she is a genuine German nobleman. Randolph wants to make peace with Germany." It's almost crazy to get on the line."

"War money?" Carl sneered, and he seemed to have a complete disdain for such a thing. "His head was kicked by a donkey."

"If it works well, no one in New York City will be able to compete with the Randolphs in the next ten years," Lester said.

"That also means that it will become a target that no one likes." Carl retorted calmly, "and the future is always harder to control than history. Maybe this Mrs. Koster brings more bad luck and disaster."

"Incisive." Lester smiled coldly. "If Randolph could read the middle school textbooks 100 years later, he would know that Germany must lose."

……

The next day was Saturday, and Lester was not going to work. He was very tired. As Jessica said, he was like a wound-up alarm clock since June, always alert and busy.

The war blew up on the other side of the ocean. It is impossible for the United States to be unaffected. There are always demonstrations in Queens and Brooklyn. Many people advocate joining the war, but more people hope that the government will introduce more peace and defense policies. The Washington Post was completely acquired a year ago, and dozens or even hundreds of such letters are received every day, but this does not mean that the business of the newspaper is booming. There has been an irreparable decline in badwill and narrow coverage focused on politics.

But Jessica and Ash came at ten o'clock in the morning, completely shattering his beautiful idea of ​​a return sleep. Lester curled up on the sofa in the living room in his dressing gown. He raised his eyebrows high and his eyes were like two drawn swords: "Are you going to the front line?"

"I'm alone." Ash looked at him stubbornly. "Jessica just wanted to help me. She thinks it's better to share your anger with two people than me alone. But anyway, it's about revealing, I don't want to Deceive you."

Jessica showed a desperate expression of "you can't be saved, God will take this silly boy, and this old lady has nothing to love".

"Give me a reason." Lester said, with a calm tone, "Give me a reason why you want to go to the most dangerous place today, risking being hit by a stray bullet at any time and turning into a watermelon. "

Ash smiled, probably a smile so unlike himself that the horror in Jessica's eyes couldn't hide it, and he said, "This is probably the craziest decision I've ever made in my life, but you You know, only on the front line can I get those fresh and eye-catching news-this is what the "Washington Post" needs right now."

Lester put one hand on his face: "I don't need you to sacrifice for me, Ash Black, I can give up this newspaper at any time, as you know, it doesn't mean everything to me."

"I understand, but I want to do something for you." Ash said, his eyes were so sincere, it really had some kind of power, Lester turned his face away in embarrassment, unwilling to accept this in his heart Shit like kindness, "Not for a moment, I forget, you tried to save me on the Titanic, and taught me more afterward, and gave me a decent job as a reporter."

That's the end of their whole conversation, Jessica and Ash leave quietly, Lester calls Carl, he doesn't know what he said, it's messy and long and has no central idea The trash talking, bits and pieces, like he suddenly returned to a year old and lost the ability to organize his language.

Carl hurried back, thinking he would see a Leicester that was full of despair and nightmares like a few years ago again, but the actual situation was much better than this, his lover was squatting on the balcony with a watering can to water Flowers, the watering can has been emptied, and a heather tree is hanging wet, but the evildoers don't know it.

"Tell me about it." Carl hugged him from behind. Lester's hair was a little long and scattered on his shoulders, like water marks shining in the sun. He played with them with great interest, And he firmly believed that the golden color was lighter than when they first met.

"Ash wants to go to the front, Germany or Ethiopia, he hasn't decided, I guess it's the latter." Lester said, turning his head, looking dazed, "I don't understand the development of this situation, Why does everyone want to join in the war? What good is that? I don't need him to repay me, let alone you are the one who saved him."

Carl took him back to the living room, Chocolate was lying on the edge of the sofa, looking up at them.

The capitalist pondered and said: "In fact, Catherine also mentioned to me that she hopes to travel in the near future."

"What?" Lester asked puzzled.

"The British aristocracy has such a tradition." Carl said, "Usually it starts in London, then Paris or Holland, and finally Sweden and Germany. Catherine has graduated from university. She thinks she should have such an experience, I think There's some truth to that."

"She can do it herself," said Lester. "I can't eat her alive with this."

"My dear, usually in this situation you will pay more attention to her safety." Carl said indulgently, "You won't let her go, we all know that."

Lester was silent for a while, trying to find a good excuse for himself or struggling to refute, but he found that Carl and Catherine did see through him.He's always the timid one, usually it's related to one's upbringing - and that's what Lester doesn't want to talk about and refuses to recall, his chronic insecurities, and even large chunks of his mind that represent injustice Confidence, low self-esteem and other clouds exist, which are Karl's strengths, so Lester can no longer escape from the two of them together.

Lester hated them, especially when he was well aware that they were deeply ingrained in his soul, but he could do nothing but hope that as he grew older, this sissy weakness would fade away. The cover should be tighter—as long as Karl knows, there is no way they will break up anyway.

Lester thought for a long time, he didn't have a good position to refute Catherine and Ash's decision, they were willing to ask his opinion only because they loved him, and it would be too despicable and shameless to threaten him with this - He can't impose his will on others.

"Let them go, I'll hire two bodyguards for them." Lester said, looking at Carl with oppressive eyes, "This is my bottom line."