[Titanic] Ticket

Lester stood on the deck and finished playing the etude. The sea breeze at dusk was gentle and affectionate. The sea surface was a magnificent blue. let.

"I knew you were here."

"Don't talk like you know me better, Carl." Lester sat on the deck with his back leaning on the railing, wiping the piano, with his long legs crossed and stretched out—they almost reached Carl's feet, a rich man Sighing, she thoughtfully sat down along with him.

"Uhha, not getting ready for your banquet, Mr Hockley?"

Carl frowned and squeezed out a wrinkled smile: "Ruth is not in the room, I'll come out to find her."

"With Mrs. Bucket and the maids here, don't tie your brains to women's skirts, Karl." Lester leaned back, his blond hair and white shirt fluttering in the evening wind—he It looked almost like a painting—certainly not in the Picasso style that Ruth loved.

Carl was thinking in a daze—God knows if he really came out to find Ruth, he had already learned that girl's disobedience, and asked her to stay in the room peacefully and wait for the master like a well-behaved noble lady Leading her to a party would be as difficult as ever.

"Thank you this morning, Carl." Lester's eyes were closed, and there were obvious dark circles under his eyes-he didn't sleep well, and he was always tense. This fact almost made Carl frowned subconsciously.

Did Lester really think the Titanic would sink?

"Not a dream?"

"Of course, it's not just a dream - at least for me."

Lester said softly, the sea breeze brushed across his cheeks, the young man brushed away the messy bangs on his forehead, his gray eyes were almost black under the shadows, Karl saw his despair—deeply, deeply There is no bottom to fall.

Silence spread on the deck, and several third-class passengers stood not far away and laughed loudly at them——

"Let me see, there must be something wrong with the brain of the first-class cabin!"

"Fuck, who's to say not! Let them take all the good things, oh, if only those first-class passengers were like them!"

"Damn it! Get out of the way, you inferior people!" Carl suddenly jumped up angrily, took out something from his arms and smashed it hard, and the passengers immediately dropped a few vulgar words. The bad words are running away-they will never dare to fight these rich people on the Titanic. If Carl goes crazy, I am afraid they will never touch American soil for the rest of their lives.

Lester took a few steps forward and squatted down to check. The gold pocket watch had been smashed and deformed, with fine cracks on the surface. This exquisite gadget seemed completely useless: "Karl, I, I am very Sorry, I mean - I shouldn't have said that to you."

"It's not your fault." Carl rubbed the center of his brows—he had a headache from the sea breeze, the young man hung his head, and his blond hair covered his cheeks, but he could imagine how guilty Lester was, "God, don't Pick it up, your hand—"

Karl grabbed the young man's hand roughly - it was far from being slender and slender as it looked, in fact, it was strong enough, and it maintained a pleasing temperature due to practicing the violin for a long time, "All Calluses, huh?"

The man rubbed his fingers intimately, and Lester withdrew his hand uncomfortably: "You know, musicians have always been like this."

Karl pulled him to stand up: "It's time to go back and change clothes, my musicians, although they are no better than women, we always have to make ourselves more decent."

"Don't look for your Ruth?" Lester teased.

Carl shrugged. "As you said, don't tie your brains to women's skirts, Carl. Obviously, I'm learning to do so."

……

About an hour before the party started, Mrs. Bucket took Ruth back to the room in a huff, and she didn't even have time to ask Carl's whereabouts-God, she only had an hour left, she had to be in a Tucking her goddamn daughter into that goddamn bodysuit for hours, then picking out dresses and jewellery, makeup - well, there really isn't anything worse than that!

Mrs. Bucket's slamming door could be heard loudly in the next door. Lester said while adjusting his bow tie in the mirror, "Aren't you going to see?"

Carl leaned lazily on the sofa, looking at the young man with his back turned to him unscrupulously.

The shirts in the early 20th century were stiff and stiff, and although they were not very comfortable to wear, they were able to embellish the male body lines.Lester undoubtedly belonged to the type with a beautiful face, but a healthy and slender body—without overdeveloped muscles, but with unbelievably beautiful and round lines.

A natural stunner.

Carl didn't want that word to describe his friend, but in fact he couldn't find a better one.

There are not a few nobles who like this, Karl frowned, thinking with a gloomy expression, so he answered Lester's question casually: "I have never mixed in the quarrel between their mother and daughter. "

"Oh, God, I'm wearing this—it's like a stiff tombstone, hell," Lester complained, touching his stiff sleeves.

"Actually, I think there's something missing..." Carl circled around him, then went straight to the safe, bent down to open the lock, and took out a black velvet box from inside.

"Oh, blind my dog's eyes, ha!" Lester frowned exaggeratedly, "Seriously, buddy, I hate the rich."

Karl took his hand and put on a pair of silver cufflinks for him—inlaid with rare blue diamonds, shining with a heart-pounding light, the rich man imitated him and rolled his eyes: "Come on, you If you really like it, I'll give you the whole box when I get off the boat, Lester."

Lester stared at the man's drooping back of the head and smiled. He liked the feeling of being indistinguishable from each other—it made him feel warm even in the deep sea.

……

It had been a long time since Lester had recalled the life of the upper class—since he had been able to escape the name Roland.He was not lacking in ambition, but he might not be willing to be burdened by that fame, not to mention that he hated Dupin Rolland so much that even living under the same roof with him made him feel uncomfortable.

Dupin Rolland commented on him who slammed the door: "He is my son, no matter where he is, no matter what the status quo is, he will always be my son. And Dupin Rolland's son--destined Extraordinary!"

Lester dismissed this on the surface, but he knew it very well in his heart - in terms of dealing with women, Dupin Rolland was like a police dog - the kind that had been specially trained, it was damn sensitive.

He is always right.

Lester and Carl walked into the lobby of the first-class cabin side by side. For a moment, it was like stepping into a living oil painting from outside the picture frame. The lights of the crystal ceiling spread out in front of him. The passengers greeted each other with smiles, and every trace of grace in their gestures seemed to be carefully calculated-Lester felt that his tombstone had finally found organization.

Look at this whole cemetery!

"What Captain Smith said is really good. This is the best and most expensive place on the entire Titanic."

Carl turned to look at his friend.

Lester's expression is calm, but his eyes are gentle and bright-he is suitable for this place, more precisely, he is at home, he is a born classy person.

The two walked down the stairs. Carl was a celebrity in the first class. He exchanged pleasantries almost all the way, and at the same time, he lost no time in introducing Lester to his distinguished partners.

Sir Gomo patted Lester on the shoulder affectionately: "He looks like a good guy, how about the Titanic?"

"This is the best boat I've ever seen, and there are the best rich people I've ever seen." Lester smiled politely.

Leicester's face was appropriately shy, and the experienced Sir Gomer saw at a glance that the young man was a man to be made: "Carl, I really envy you, a bad-tempered person like you not only has a Sweet and lovely fiancée, and such an intimate friend, oh, the luck of the Hockleys!"

Carl smiled smugly: "Thank you sincerely for your compliment."

"Speaking of your fiancée, why haven't you seen Ruth and Ruth?" Mrs. Lussel asked gently on the side - she was thin, but looked very charming.

"Women always need some time to dress themselves up. Maybe they suddenly change their minds and don't like the dress they picked before?" Carl said indifferently.

Mrs. Lussel was deeply convinced: "It is true——"

"Hey honey, I've kept you waiting."

Said Cao Cao, Cao Cao, Lu Fu's soft voice came from not far away, and the decent and gorgeous lady everywhere led her unwilling daughter forward, Karl exchanged a cheek kiss with her, she Some reproachfully said: "Carl, you should wait for us, Mr. Roland can't be your female companion."

Lester raised his eyebrows, and pressed his fingers on Carl's tight waist: "You know me, ma'am?"

Ruth took a look at him - this is indeed the person who hates Jack the most in the whole "Titanic" - she simply hates all third-class creatures, her eyes are a light moss green , so it made people feel the cold eyes: "Of course, Mr. Roland, I have been hearing about you since you came to our room from the third class cabin."

Lester responded with the same icy smile: "Actually, I saved your daughter—and your precarious bill."

Ruth's face suddenly became so gloomy that water could be squeezed out, but Ruth laughed unceremoniously: "He is right, Mom, you have to thank him. If you want me to say, a condescending close kiss How about it?"

Mrs. Bucket looked like she was about to throw up, and Lester said softly to Carl: "It seems that she doesn't like me very much..."

"You're my friend." Carl raised his chin haughtily, and looked at Mrs. Bucket with a cold, scrutinizing look—he had already had enough of this greedy woman. a locust, and her daughter—

Carl turned his gaze to Ruth, and the rebellious girl raised her head high as expected, just as the refreshingly dressed Jack came down the steps, she immediately walked towards him aggressively—the back figure was like A Valkyrie full of fighting spirit.

Maybe, it's not that important, is it?

Carl lowered his eyes, thinking coldly.