[Titanic] Ticket

Lester didn't know how he had heard those words, and he slammed the door behind Susan's disgusted face and walked to the street. His head was very dizzy, and he stood against the wall for a while, his hands were covered with graffiti paint and Moss, he looked at it in disgust for a few seconds, and the vomit rising in his stomach made him so irritable that he wanted to chop off this hand and throw it into the trash can.

"Hi, hey, Lester, is that you?" There was a whispered greeting from behind, Lester turned his head, and the girl he met on the bus stood there with a surprised face, holding several bags of garbage in her hands, The purple hair was tucked back casually, the makeup was washed off, and she looked like a teenager.

"...Liv..." He thought for a while before he remembered the name, the girl was very happy about it, she walked up, noticed that his face was not right, and asked worriedly, "Are you okay? "

"I've got a little fever, I'll be fine when I go back to sleep," Lester said.

"I have medicine at home, if you don't mind—" She hesitated, this place is not that good after all, Lester nodded indifferently, the high temperature and exhaustion made him too lazy to think about other things, he just wanted to find a place A place to lie down, preferably with a glass of wine.

Liv's house is a mess, full of clothes and takeout orders, and she's just thrown out a week's worth of fast food boxes to keep it from looking awful.The girl awkwardly and quickly kicked a pile of underwear behind the sofa, clearing a place to sit, "Sit here, Lester, and I'll make you a pot of tea, or coffee, which would you like?"

"Red wine." Lester clutched his stomach, suffering from a severe headache, and added slowly after half a minute, "Thank you."

Liv frantically dug out a bottle of red wine from the cabinet. Anyone in this industry would be a bit addicted to alcohol. When she found a suitable glass, Lester had already fallen asleep on the sofa.

He is quite good-looking, with red hair like a gorgeous stream of water pouring down the side of his neck. Liv clearly remembers the color of his eyes, which is a very cold gray-blue, like flowing metal, with a kind of thin ice Fragile.The young prostitute put down the wine bottle in her hand and moved closer to his face. There was a rich blue color under his eye sockets, as if he had been insomnia for a long time, and his skin was hot and red due to the high temperature. She reached out and touched it, and it was not low-she I was a little hesitant to let him get up and take some medicine first.

Liv didn't make up her mind until the end, she leaned quietly on his shoulder and stared at the ceiling, even if it was just a poor disguise, she felt that this was one of the rare happy moments in her life.

Lester woke up because he was too hungry. He was struggling with his sore eyes. Liv hummed a ditty while frying steak in the kitchen. Medicine, you'd better eat some, I added red wine to the dinner menu."

Lester stared at the white pills on the coffee table with hatred. There was still a half glass of water beside it, still steaming. He took a few sips, and the burning sensation in his throat subsided a little. He swept the pills into the trash can , got up and walked towards the kitchen: "Can you cook?"

"My dad used to be a chef." She gave a nostalgic smile, but the smile disappeared quickly, and she put the fried steak on the plate, drizzled with black pepper and basil sauce, Lester lazily brought it over and demanded, "I also want an fried egg."

"I'm not your servant." The girl laughed, and she cracked a raw egg in the pot that was still on the fire. She flipped it carelessly, and secretly glanced at Lester standing aside from the corner of her eyes. He fiddled with the window sill On a pot of small green garlic, with thin and slender fingertips, she felt a little strange. She liked him without a doubt, but it was different from the ordinary definition of a lover. To be more precise, what was the composition of the relationship? It's all a little bit, not just a heartbeat or something.

Liv's cooking is pretty good, Lester hasn't had this kind of home-cooked food in a long time, Roland's always have countless parties and dances, he's had enough of cold cuts and salads, they're the same as everyone there, It looks exquisite and pleasing, but it actually makes people lose their appetite.

"Thank you for your hospitality." Lester said gently, his face was still a little tired, but his smile was decent and gentlemanly, Liv was a little at a loss, she had never received such a solemn thank you in her life.

"You, are you leaving?" Liv bit her lip, and Lester looked at the sky through the kitchen window and said softly, "I think so, they don't want me to stay out at night, even if I Life and death are actually not that important."

Liv was a little confused, but Lester didn't mean to explain. He smiled in the light: "I have a sum of money, and I wanted to give my mother a pension, but she refused. I can give it to you, Liv, I see It turns out that you haven't been corroded by this life yet."

He smiled sadly, that smile was like a dream on the verge of breaking: "I hope you don't refuse my kindness."

……

There is nothing unusual in life. Lester no longer takes a few 10-minute bus from one end of New York to the other. He has more time to learn things that he would not have been exposed to, such as etiquette, equestrian skills, financial investment etc.He became popular, the upstart of the social season, and even Dupin Rolland couldn't find the traces of what he had been in him anymore.

After another seven or eight years, he completely emptied his father and obtained most of the property belonging to the Roland family. Many people thought he was ruthless, but in fact it was true. Few of them had ever attached themselves to his father. people get good results.

"I don't like Congressman Cole. It doesn't make sense for me to sell him while providing him with financial aid." Lester said to the assistant who bent over to open the door for him. It was a pretty woman with a head Lush red hair, like wildfire, she is also surnamed Roland, and she has provided him with a lot of help in the recent battle.

"Okay, there will be no next time, we can change the target." Lydia recorded this in the memo, and they walked into a restaurant side by side. It was at the end of the long street. The light looked very warm, the hostess waited anxiously at the door, Lester showed her his first sincere smile of the day, "Hi, Liv, good evening."

"You got off work so late, I thought the boss was the one who should be lazy. Good evening, Lydia, your new hair is very nice." The woman and the others hugged each other, and she had a relaxing aroma of food , Lester sighed, "I can't wait, I can smell the smell of steak and toast."

They headed inside.

Liv accepted his sponsorship to go back to school eight years ago, studied law, and fell in love with a private restaurateur. Now they work together to run this restaurant, which is famous far and near.

"Ah, Lester, here you are, and there is a soup, it will be ready soon." Hearing their voices, the young man poked his head out from the kitchen. He was soft-looking, wearing a brown sweater, and had some A flat-topped and docile trait.

"There is no need for so many dishes, we can't finish them, Alan." Lester frowned, and two little girls rushed out of the room to hug his legs. The man looked at them tenderly, squinted and smiled, "No, my God, Helen and Vicky will be sad when you say that. They've been looking forward to this day."

Allen and Liv's workmanship is very exquisite. Lester still felt unfulfilled when he put down his chopsticks. Allen was washing dishes in the kitchen, and Liv sat in front of Lester with a plate of fruit. Hesitant.

"Lester—"

"what?"

She made up her mind, "Mary came to see me today—she is my former friend, and she brought some news about your mother."

"Please tell me." Lester gestured to her indifferently.

"She died." Liv paused, seeing the indifferent expression of the young man in front of him, subconsciously lowered her voice, "She died, around the time I left there. On the street, naked, it was a strange case, and the nypd classified it as suicide."

Lester didn't seem to hear it, and said softly: "But she just wrote to me a few days ago to ask for money. She said that she was in Italy and had an affair with a jeweler."

Liv opened her mouth, and she clearly felt something flowing from the young man in front of her. He seemed to have fallen into an abyss, and his gray-blue eyes were dead.

I shouldn't have told him this, she thought bitterly, but it was too late.

……

Lester sat in his study, the ashtray and the table were covered with cigarette butts. He rarely smoked like this—everything that could be associated with the red-light district disgusted him, whether it was alcohol, tobacco or sex.

It used to belong to Dubin Rolland, and now he was driven to the countryside to retire. Lester is familiar with every detail of this study. They have been soaked in power for a long time, and they have a greedy face with malicious intentions.

In front of him were those messy letters and money orders, human relationships are sometimes so intricate, they transfer the property of a dead person to others, and I don't know how many people have contributed to it, so that the behind-the-scenes Blackhand secretly laughs at his own stupidity while enjoying the good life.

Lydia opened the door and came in, choking on the smell of smoke in the room, "God, Lester, do you want to smoke yourself to death?" She said sternly, "He's back, the flight has arrived at the airport gone."

"Really?" Lester smiled indifferently. "After all, he used to be the head of the Roland family. It is impossible to leave nothing. I found out about this, and of course someone will tell him."

"What are you going to do?" Lydia asked.

"Can I still kill him? Send out an invitation for me, Lydia." He stood up and put the cigarette butt in the ashtray, and the fiery red light flashed past, which seemed to be the hair of the Roland family. The color is like boiling hot lava, "For Mr. Adolf, no matter what means I use, I need him to be here before ten o'clock."

"Don't do anything stupid," Lydia said.

"There is no one in this world who can make me stupid." He sighed.

……

It was a confrontation, and the atmosphere was very stiff. He hadn't seen Dupin Roland for a long time. He hadn't changed much, he was still high-spirited, his face was cold, and he was better than every father figure in Lester's childhood imagination. much scarier.

Mr. Adolf sat shivering on the sofa, his hands and feet were tied with a tie, and he seemed to have been brought directly from a woman's bed.

"You know." Old Roland said. He looked at the young man standing on the stairs. His hair was redder than any other Roland, like a thick blood. He lacked the rules, but he was good at calculating And planning, he took everything from his hands, but old Roland didn't feel angry, he was even a little proud.

This is his heir, even if he was born in a garbage dump, no one can cover up his light for a long time.

"Yes, you did it on purpose, didn't you?" Lester came over and looked at him indifferently, "That whore won't suddenly appear to remind my friend of an old thing, the crime rate in New York is quite high, like Su A person like Shan may die dozens of people a day."

"So what are you going to do?" Roland asked with interest. He never felt that his son was an idiot. After all, he sat in that position, which was enough proof of his success.

Lester smiled: "Can I ask your purpose?"

Dupin Roland kicked Adolf to the ground, and chose a comfortable seat to sit in. The man begged him for mercy, and he was not at all as arrogant and domineering as Lester remembered.

"He found someone to kill your mother, and he did some inhuman acts before he died. At least four people raped her at the same time. It's written in the autopsy report, and I'm just telling the truth." Roland laughed without sincerity, "This What is it all about, son? I think you know better than I do."

Lester looked at the man blankly. His brown hair had turned a little grey. He had aged rapidly in the past eight years. He looked destitute and life had taken revenge on him.

But so what, his Susan died, just because a boring revenge about self-esteem died so miserable at the hands of this villain.

"I protected him and helped him smooth out those follow-ups. I just wanted to use this as a bargaining chip to allow you to make some sacrifices when necessary. Now it seems that it works beyond my expectations." Roland squinted With squinting eyes, it looks at its prey like a poisonous snake.

"The ones you want are in the safe upstairs." Lester lowered his head, a thick shadow covered his face, he squatted down slowly, like a child whose world has collapsed, fragile and hopeless .

Dupin Roland was so excited, he jumped up and walked towards the stairs, he opened the door of the study, the safe was open, and the documents were neatly piled inside, as if he could smell the fragrance of money and power .

He held up those things with trembling hands, before he could read them, Adolf was kicked in, Lester's face flashed outside, the door was mercilessly closed and locked, the ominous smell was so strong that Du Bing Roland felt his heart being squeezed tightly.

"What do you want to do! Lester, let me out, I am your father!"

Lester muttered indifferently, "Of course you are, but she is also my mother." The lighter was thrown from the second floor, and the sporadic flames swelled up like a monster, and the warm light shone on the young man's face, like It was a dream that never woke up.