[Titanic] I can't help myself

I am not a person who is good at telling stories, especially when facing a woman who is full of expectations, the other party's too much attention will always make me accidentally turn the vivid past that the other party wants to hear into a dry story.But Miss Edith's expression remained unchanged, and there was no sign of impatience.So gradually I let go, and our conversation changed from my unilateral narrative to a discussion full of memories.The scope of my story also extends from Titanic to the day we met.

"I want to open a cannery when the funds are sufficient," I said with a smile. "There is a piece of land in Acton that is not suitable for farming, which can just be used to build a factory. This is also Patrick's idea."

"He just likes to study these things." Miss Edith smiled and looked out the window with a fluttering expression. "He always said that Downton had to make changes, and he told me about these ideas before. But I heard If you don’t understand, you can only remember a little.”

"Few ladies are interested in this kind of thing, it's normal." I saw her feeling lost, and comforted me, "Sometimes when we chat, we don't have to understand what the other party wants to say, or let the other party understand ourselves. Maybe we just want to talk about what we want to say. Even if we don’t understand, as long as we are willing to listen carefully, that’s enough.”

"You really know how to comfort people, Earl Richardmond." Edith smiled shyly.

"Maybe I will be honored to invite you to visit my cannery after it is completed?" I said, "This is the goal and ideal that Patrick and I share, and I think he will be very happy to show you his ideal. "

"Of course." Miss Edith nodded firmly, "It's my honor."

I stayed one more day in Downton, and set off home on the morning of the third day.Perhaps because of Patrick, Earl Grantham's attitude towards me has changed from being lukewarm in London to being much closer.

The Crawley girls are excellent.Miss Sybil is about the same age as me, and I can see that her parents seem to want to match the two of us, but fortunately, they just had an idea, and they didn't do anything substantive.Miss Sybil was very interested in the story of how I was rescued, and she always wanted to ask something tentatively. She was afraid that I would be hurt again when I recalled this tragic experience. In the end, I told her frankly and let The eye circles of several people listening to the story were red, and the old Countess Grantham even wiped her eyes with a handkerchief.

What surprised me was Miss Mary. Whether it was rumors or Patrick’s description, Miss Mary’s image had always been a dignified, haughty, cold beauty, but maybe it was because I was much younger than her and taller than her. Because of her short stature, she didn't treat me as unapproachably as the legend says.

In the past two days, Miss Edith and I have become friends in the process of discussing Patrick. When we parted, she gave me a photo of Patrick and expressed the hope that I could correspond with me.The countess and the other two ladies looked at us strangely, thinking that there was some romantic development between us.Their scrutiny was so obvious that I didn't care, but Miss Edith looked very embarrassed. She smiled dryly, shook my hand stiffly, and watched me get into the car.

I couldn't help but feel a little funny, but afterwards I felt a little bit sad.Patrick was almost engaged to Miss Mary, but Miss Edith was his favorite, and it didn't seem like wishful thinking, but their family didn't know about it, and no one knew about losing Miss Edith The pain of losing my sweetheart, so no one went back to comfort her, and even suspected that there was some ambiguous development between me and her.This is probably another injury to her.

When I returned to Acton at night, I wrote a letter to Carl, including this trip to Downton. The incident between Miss Edith and Patrick somehow touched my sad nerves and evoked My thoughts on Carl.In this era of backward technology, after parting with Carl, I only communicated with him through brief telegrams. The first letter he wrote to me was received on the day I set off for Downton.

From the first word on the paper, it was as if a switch was turned on, and a lot of things suddenly came out of the brain that was still a little blank just now.It's been less than a month since we separated, but I have a bunch of things I want to tell Carl.These things were fragmentary, but I wrote almost all night, and finally, in the early morning of the next day, with two dark circles under my eyes, I asked George to help me send them.

After spending a few days dealing with the official business of the manor, my life suddenly became quiet.The pastoral life in the countryside is not busy at all, and there are not many things that I need to do personally every day, and in the rest of the time, I will start preparing for the university application.

Although I dropped out of Eton, my lack of secondary school results did not cause any trouble to my application for university. After all, even now, not everyone will go to school, and there are still a considerable proportion of people who choose to receive education at home. University, applicant's identity and status are also very important.

But going to university is not for me to learn more knowledge, but more importantly, to participate in the research of school professors as soon as possible.I want to use the resources of the university to lay a talent foundation for my future design company.What I need now is to make a thesis with sufficient weight before entering next year.

In the field of bridge engineering, both girder bridges and suspension bridges have undergone relatively great development. The United States built a suspension bridge with a span of nearly [-] feet ten years ago, and the Fort Williams Bridge. Almost all engineers are researching longer spans. Big suspension bridge.Another type of bridge, the cable-stayed bridge, whose performance is comparable to that of the suspension bridge, is being completely ignored.Since the catastrophic collapse of two cable-stayed bridges built in the early eighteenth century, engineers have determined that this type of bridge is not safe and has no potential for development.

But this is actually just that people don't know enough about the bridge type of cable-stayed bridge.In sea-crossing bridges, the superiority of suspension bridges in terms of span is indeed unmatched, but in river-crossing bridges, cable-stayed bridges have better wind resistance and earthquake resistance than suspension bridges, and can be used as heavy-duty railway bridges.

Taking advantage of rebirth, if I can be the leader and complete the research on the practicality of cable-stayed bridges first, then I will be able to gain a pivotal position in the engineering world in the future.

Whether cable-stayed bridges can be used in practical engineering for today's people depends on the research on the performance of the structural system.As a statically indeterminate structure, the cable-stayed bridge is subject to complex forces. The current engineering design is still in the stage of manual calculation, which requires a very deep mathematical foundation.So, I wrote to Robert Branson, he is a math genius, I need someone like him to help me, to work with me on the dissertation.

Then, the next time was spent slowly reading literature and visiting the farm.

Carl's letters come very frequently, I can receive letters from him almost every day, it seems that since the day I left, he has started to write to me, and he took the trouble to tell me what happened every day, using His thoughts expressed to me in nasty, obscene words made me want to throw them into the fireplace immediately, but in the dead of night, I would take them out again and read them carefully by the candlelight flickering by the bedside until I felt hairy all over my body. hot.

So the happiest thing every morning is to take Carl's letter from the tray in the housekeeper's hand, and holding it in his hand, the mood of the day will be very relaxed.He told me in the letter that he was going to give me a present and asked me to wait for it.I have been wildly guessing all day long. Thinking of the plots of the TV series I saw in my previous life, I suddenly wondered if he would come to Acton to watch it in the early morning of one day together with the letters that arrived that day. I.Thinking of this, I suddenly couldn't help laughing.

"Henry?" asked his mother. "Is there anything funny about what I said?"

I quickly restrained my smile: "No mother, I was just distracted just now. I'm sorry." I was thinking wildly while drinking afternoon tea with my mother. I quickly picked up the teacup and took a sip to cover up my embarrassment, and asked: "Sorry , Mom, what were you talking about just now?"

My mother looked at my face carefully and didn't speak for a long time. My joyful mood because of Carl's letter seemed to be slowly poured with ice water, cooling down bit by bit.Her green eyes seemed to be able to see through everything, and the sharp vision made my back start to break out in cold sweat. .

"Mom?" I asked with a dry smile.

My mother stared at me for a few more seconds before slowly showing a smile: "I'm just asking you, Miss Sybil, the third daughter of Earl Grantham, how do you feel about her?"

"Miss Sybil?" I was stunned for a moment, wondering why my mother suddenly asked her, I only had a few conversations with her, and we could only be regarded as strangers who knew each other, "Mom, I don't know her very well. She looks soft and pretty. What's the matter, mother?"

"The Countess of Grantham wrote to me. She likes you very much and hopes to have the opportunity to invite you to visit again. What about Miss Edith? I heard that you have a lot in common with her." Mother continued to ask road.

This time I understood exactly what she meant, which was the same as the tea parties held from time to time in Bath.

"Mom, you forgot that Miss Edith is Patrick's sweetheart." I said, "I'm going to Downton this time, isn't it just to send Patrick's belongings?"

"Oh, yes." The mother had an expression that just remembered, "I forgot. But she is really not suitable, she is older than you, and she is not good-looking enough."

"Mom, why are you starting to think about this kind of thing again? I'm not yet an adult." I said helplessly, "I don't like Miss Edith or Miss Sybil, of course, I don't like Miss Mary a little bit. I don’t feel anything. Mom, I don’t want to think about this kind of thing yet. Gentlemen don’t need to decide on marriage early like ladies when they are young, and I still have decades to think about it slowly.”

"Of course, but as your mother, I always hope to see your family happy earlier and see the next heir earlier." Mother held my hand, "This is how mothers care about their children."

Hearing this, I forced a smile and held her hand instead: "I see, Mom."

"You're going to college, I really worry." Mother sighed, looking out of the window with a little melancholy.

"It will have to wait until next year at least, besides, Cambridge is not far from Acton, as long as I want, I can often go home and have afternoon tea with you." I said with a smile, "George will definitely take good care of me. "

"That's not what I'm worried about." The mother turned her head and looked at me deeply, "My poor sister, she controls his son so strictly, watching every girl who appears around William, afraid Like his father, he fell into the abyss of love and wasted his life, but he didn't know that her son, who was carefully raised, had already fallen into the cliff from the other side."

My mother's words shocked me, my heart started beating crazily, and I felt that my limbs became cold.

"Mom?" I asked tentatively, "What happened to Cousin William?"

My mother's expression was still so gentle, but at that moment, I felt that her eyes were like two sharp swords, piercing deeply into the place she had inspected.

"Don't you know?" Finally, the mother showed a slightly surprised expression, "When he was in middle school and college, he had an affair with many classmates, and many people knew about it, of course, except my poor Sister, you don't know?"

My fingers were trembling nervously, and I said with a stiff smile, "This is really big news. Who did you hear from?"

"A lot of people." My mother slowly let go of my hand, picked up the teacup and took a sip, then put down the teacup and sighed, "Fortunately, he is already married, and he even has an heir. With conclusive evidence, who would think of reporting him?"

I could only laugh dryly, unable to say a word.

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My aunt came, and I was in a bad mood. . .But I won't stop updating!I also want a perfect attendance award!