[Titanic] Ticket

"Carl, I saw Captain Smith. We have to say hello to him. I was disrespectful enough to him during the day." Lester followed Carl through most of the hall. He felt a little tired. The emerging capitalist in front of him was endless Clearly trying to hook up with a Hockley is ridiculously annoying, and he can't wait to get out of it.

Carl smiled knowingly, and politely said to the little man in front of him: "I'm sorry, Mr. Stanley, I have never been able to refuse Lester's request, please forgive me for a while."

The little man obviously thought of something unserious, and a knowing smile appeared on his red face: "Of course, of course, please go ahead, Mr. Hockley."

Lester and Carl walked to a secluded dark place, the young man turned his head and folded his hands on his chest: "You did it on purpose, Mr. Hockley."

Carl looked at him softly—God, Lester rolled his eyes, almost as if he were looking at his disobedient, tantrum-happy young daughter—if he had one.

"I'm telling the truth, Lester, I really can't refuse your request."

Lester wrinkled and smirked: "That's because I will never make any unfavorable demands on you, Mr. Hockley."

Carl hooked his shoulders with a look of "Oh my God, my little girl, you are so sweet, I love you to death, but let's stop losing our temper": "Sweetie, I can give my caviar to you. you."

"Fuck your caviar, you bloody Karl Hockley!" Lester scolded, dumbfounded.

Carl seemed to think about it seriously for a while: "You can bring it to your friend, I'm sure he'll kneel down and kiss your toes to express his thanks. Besides, you're right, sweetheart, I really deserve it in the eyes of others." To hell - including that stupid Mr. Stanley who looked like a Malaysian bear."

……

Lester was sitting beside Karl, nibbling his croissant indifferently, no matter how much Mrs. Bucket stared at him, he just didn't raise his head.

"Hey, Lester, are you really going to eat my part too?" Carl looked helplessly at the young man who was buried in eating, but there was a hint of a smile in his eyes - Lester knew what he should do As for what matters, on the surface he is a third-class passenger with no identity, so naturally he has no right to speak actively on this table.

But what he looked like was—cute?

Mrs. Bucket wiped her mouth with a soft towel, and gave Lester a disgusted look—Jack was sitting next to her daughter, but he couldn't distract the lady's attention at all, and asked gracefully: "Mr. Roland, how is the environment in the third-class cabin? You seem to have been hungry for three days. I'm sorry. You know, nobles don't eat much."

Lester raised his head, his eyes were innocent, and he said with a smile: "It's not bad. Eat enough and dress warmly. People in our place are used to this. It's not a good virtue to waste food, ma'am. You know, God gave them to me Waiting is for us to be grateful, not for us to throw it away at will, otherwise, the land will be covered with thorns and thistles, and blood and flesh will become unclean and poisonous."

Mrs. Bucket was choking, her chest was full, and the table was full of Christians. She couldn't refute these words. An old waiter just happened to come over with caviar, and she asked for some in a low voice.

"I didn't know there was such a passage in the Bible, Lester." Carl leaned over and whispered.

Lester still put on an innocent look: "You weren't pious enough when you read it, go back to America and read it again, dear."

Carl shook his head and raised his voice: "Mr. Roland is a friend I met in the third class. He is an excellent musician and saved my fiancee—oh, and this one, Mr. Dawson."

"Mr. Dawson is an excellent painter." Ruth said positively - obviously she had admired Jack's masterpiece in the afternoon and was deeply impressed by it. A good start, Lester thought while raising his glass.

Mrs. Buckett seems to have found some good words again, and the interface is timely: "Ssh, they are all artists, ha! So where did you live before?"

"Very well, I am currently living on the Titanic, and I will live there in the future, it depends on God's arrangement." Jack replied generously, and winked at Lester secretly.

Mrs. Bucket twisted her napkin angrily, looking like she never wanted to hear the word "God" again in her life.

Carl frowned: "Luffy, for a different topic, I invited the two of them."

Mrs. Bucket sneered, but she didn't dare to offend Carl too much. She saw that the prospective son-in-law attached great importance to Leicester, so she had to transfer her anger to Jack, who was also from the third class. The boy was born lucky and shrewd. It wasn't until the whole table toasted for him that Mrs. Buckett leaned back in the chair panting with an expression of about to suffer a heart attack.

"Smart boy, isn't he?" Lester complimented softly.

Carl looked surprised: "You fell in love with him at first sight?"

Lester was frightened: "Is your English taught by a math teacher, Carl? I just admire him, what the hell is love at first sight!"

Carl smiled and clinked glasses with him, and said without sincerity, "Forgive me."

Soon, the banquet came to an end, and Carl put his right hand on Lester's shoulder: "It's time for men to talk later, are you coming?"

"What are you going to do?" Lester looked bored, "Your business experience? American current affairs and politics? Come on, I have to deliver food to Ash!"

Carl rubbed his hair: "I asked Lovejoy to go with you and come back early"

Lester glanced at him before rolling his lips: "I fully understand what you mean, Mr. Police."

……

Lovejoy followed Lester with his lunch box. The third-class cabin was silent, and the footsteps of the two became more and more obvious: "The young master likes you very much, Mr. Roland."

"My honor, I like him as well." Lester smiled gently. He had a good impression of this old British butler. Most importantly - his loyalty is unmatched.

Lovejoy smiled, as if thinking of something very beautiful: "Of course, I can see it. I have rarely seen the young master so happy. You may not know, but his father is always busy, while his mother is much weaker." Sickness, the young master was asked to be independent from a very young age, he has such a bad temper, it is my dereliction of duty."

"You're doing well enough," Lester advised him, and they had already reached the door of the room, and he stopped, "You're doing well enough, no matter what people think, Carl is fine-I mean, In my eyes, he's good enough."

Lovejoy looked at the sincere young man kindly: "Thank you, Mr. Roland."

"Ash, are you there?"

Lester turned on the lights. The room was surprisingly empty, and Lovejoy poked his head in. "Maybe they're in the common room? A party—I guess."

Lester rubbed his forehead, he remembered, that so-called one of the most classic episodes in the Titanic - the happy reception in the third class cabin - the shocking poor journey of the noble lady, ha, this is simply a disaster !

"Lovejoy, I'll go. You can go back and stay with Karl." Lester tried to distract Karl's confidant, but it was clear that the old butler's stubbornness was far beyond his imagination.

Some things are bound to happen.

Lester watched Lovejoy's back and thought wistfully that he had to talk Carl off, that he couldn't be mad at Ruth, that he loved her so much - and that he'd just pushed the girl to other men from here on out. in his arms—he would regret it too late.

……

The exuberant Scottish music is the most suitable time for dancing. The people in the whole common room are circling and twisting like crazy. Lester and Lovejoy are struggling to find in the crowd. Where, Ash is the most eye-catching one, this kid is jumping on a board and almost flying!

"Ash! Ash Black! Get off me!"

"Oh, my God, Lester, you're back!" Ash cheered, and came off the stage with a clean rollover, looking at Lester with bright eyes, his face full of pimples that hadn't faded. happy and merry.

Lester handed him a handkerchief helplessly: "Wipe your sweat, baby, you look like you just came out of the sea after swimming. I brought you some food, this is Mr. Lovejoy—— You should thank him."

"I love you to death, Lester! Thank you, you can't be better, Mr. Lovejoy!" Regardless of Lester's struggle, Ash gave him a warm, wet hug, looking like he Wanting to do the same to Lovejoy, the nimble old butler hurriedly dodged, he didn't want to get sweaty all over his body.

Ash found a table, told everyone else to fuck off for a nickel, and then opened his lunch box and ate while Lovejoy and Lester drank a bad stout and talked about Carl.

"Oh, look, beauty! That boy Jack is really lucky, lucky Jack, I heard he won the ticket too!"

Someone nearby whistled, and Lester's heart skipped a beat, and he looked back along the man's fingers—oh, come on, is there any curse on that broken board, why one or two jumped on it as if they were going to fly !

Ashe chewed, he took a moment to take a look: "Oh, isn't that the wife of the rich man you know Lester? Ruth? I heard that's the name?"

There was a screeching sound from the foot of the table, and Lovejoy stood up with a livid face. Ash almost choked to death from the sudden fright, and quickly drank a big mouthful of orange juice to swallow the cod stuck in his throat. Ster exchanged a look, and immediately understood that there might be a good show.

"Calm down, Lovejoy, think about Carl's reputation." Lester put his right hand on Lovejoy's shoulder. The old butler was obviously much more rational and calm than Carl, and he quickly sat down as if nothing had happened. down.

"It's not a big deal, the young master can handle it." Lovejoy smiled, and then drank a whole glass of dark beer in one gulp, and Ash was so scared that he couldn't even speak.

……

Lovejoy quickly went back, and Lester walked up to Jack, who was dancing with a group of people, patted him on the shoulder, and shouted: "Hey, man, stop, I have something to tell you !"

"What? Lester, what are you talking about?" Jack also asked loudly—this guy had an excited smile on his face, and his blue eyes were amazingly bright. No wonder Ruth fell in love with him. Apart from his appearance and ability, he also There is him--

It's like a ray of sunshine, making those who are close to him unable to help smiling.

"Fuck! I tell you to stop!" Lester roughly pulled the violinist's bowstring, and a sharp high note made all the dancing people look over unbearably, the young man said coldly, "Come out with me, I have something to tell you, Jack."