Cannon Fodder's Struggle History

Fabrizio walked on the deck, the night wind was cold, and it gave him the illusion of being cut by a knife on his face, but the pain in his heart was even worse than this feeling.

He wasn't as calm as he was against Jack just now. Rather than letting Jack calm down, why not calm himself down.He was afraid that he would have an unpleasant quarrel with Jack on impulse.

At that moment, he was really disappointed. Jack was a flesh and blood friend to him.

The world of the Titanic was very strange to him, even though he knew it was another dream, but facing these people, he couldn't treat them as NPCs in the game.

Jack's frank words at the banquet won his trust. This time, Jack used his own words to completely break that little trust.

Exhaling lightly, Fabrizio curled up on the bench on the deck, his fingers tightly clenched into fists, and his heart was at a loss.

Rose didn't even change her purple gold velvet dress, and she didn't even have a few seconds to make up her mind to go to the appointment.She is tired of boring ladies who only talk about jewelry, she needs passion and freedom.

Lifting the hem of the skirt and climbing up the stairs, there is an ancient wall clock in the center of the circular platform. The long and short hour and minute hands seem to have stopped, and only inadvertently realize that so long has passed.

Rose, who was full of uneasiness in her heart, became nervous. When she saw Jack rushing over, her face was flushed with excitement, and she even showed a sweet smile involuntarily: "Jack!"

The soft call is like a lark in spring, soft and gentle, with the unique affection of a girl.

Hearing Rose's call, Jack stopped in his footsteps, with an anxiety that hadn't faded away on his face, and even a trace of astonishment flashed in his eyes.

Damn, he forgot he was dating Rose and was taking Rose to the real prom.He was [-]% sure that Rose would come back for the appointment, but the time was wrong!

Jack is going to look for Fabrizio, he knows his friend, as long as he apologizes to him with the most sincerity and asks his friend for forgiveness.

Now, he is caught in a dilemma.

Rose stretched out her hand to Jack, with a passionate smile on her face, so unrestrained and cheerful, her eyes like black pearls shone with lively light: "Jack, here I come."

With a soft hand holding her arm, the girl looked so expectant, no worries or troubles.The way she looked at her was so earnest and so moving.

Jack, do you have the heart to let this girl down?

Thinking of this, Jack took Rose's hand and finally laughed: "Rose, do you want to go to the real dance?"

As for his friend, until tomorrow, he will definitely seek his friend's forgiveness. Tonight, let him forget all the barriers of his status and status, and let Miss Rose be happy.

The real dance that Jack said was the party held by civilian passengers in the third-class cabin of the Titanic.

The tambourines played by several workers made the heart beat faster with a clear rhythm, and the bagpiper played melodious music. There is no identity constraint or etiquette constraint here. Everyone is free, speaks loudly, and enjoys themselves Stretching his limbs, he conveyed his joy.

Although the smell of cheap tobacco and beer mixed here, Rose was so surprised that her curious eyes widened that everyone here smiled at her and welcomed her to join them.

Rose gulped down her drink, and no one noticed that she was a first-class passenger, so she didn't need to pay attention to anything, and she didn't have any restraints.She was very happy, talking loudly to the bearded man beside her.

All this affected her nerves and made her feel very excited. She seemed to have grown a pair of wings and was about to fly.

Jack held out his hand to Rose, and he invited Rose to dance.

Stepping on the rhythm, Rose threw off the lambskin shoes on her feet without hesitation, and her feet in black stockings were exposed immediately. The wide hem of the skirt was too obstructive for tap dancing, so she pulled up the hem of the skirt , and tied a bow nimbly.The hyperbolic and beautiful calf is imprinted in people's eyes.She's had enough of all the fuss in high society, and now, she's free and happy.

Her legs were like fluttering butterflies, and Rose danced herself, releasing all her passion.

[Jack smiles appreciatively.Ruth then tapped with a new, more difficult rhythm, and Jack imitated it immediately, with perfect accuracy.One is the pulsating black leather shoes, the other is the flickering of soft slender feet, showing the rhythm of life of the four feet.The youthful vitality fascinated everyone, and there were loud cheers and applause in the ballroom...Jack and Ruth held hands tightly again and danced a new pas de deux.Sometimes they face to face, sometimes back to back, no matter what kind of posture they are in, they are accompanied by fast spinning dance steps under their feet.Turning around, Ruth lost her balance and fell into Jack's arms...] Carl held a cigarette in his hand, but he had no intention of smoking. He kept pacing back and forth in the room, looking restless look.

Spicer felt more and more helpless, the master's appearance was like a little boy in first love, greener than summer apples.

"What is that big boy doing now? Could he have fallen asleep?" Carl said to himself.

"Master, Miss Rose hasn't returned to her room yet." Spicer stepped forward with a respectful look on his face.

"That's right, as a gentleman, I should ensure Rose's safety." Carl immediately understood, blinked, and said solemnly: "Come on, Spicer, we should go to the third-class cabin to take a look, Rose always made some bold moves."

Spicer took a coat and put it on Carl's shoulders. Sure enough, as for whether his master was looking for Miss Rose or Mr. Fabrizio after arriving in the third class cabin, that was not his business. .

When rushing to the third-class cabin, Carl happened to see Rose complete the ballet dance moves, leaning on Jack's arms intimately, extremely presumptuous, with an unscrupulous smile, full of charm.

For this scene, Karl just showed a sarcastic smile.Didn't this girl realize that her shiny headdress, expensive necklace around her neck, and luxurious dress are incompatible with the atmosphere of this third-class cabin?

Not to mention, in this oolong mixed place, quite a few greedy, presumptuous and obscene eyes fell on her. Perhaps, she enjoyed such attention and was intoxicated in such an atmosphere.

This naive and bold girl should be thankful that she has a flower protector closely following her, otherwise, her expensive jewelry alone would be coveted by these people, and the accident that happened would definitely make her regret it lifetime.

With a cold snort, Karl turned and left without hesitation. He came here to find his big boy.

There was no one in Fabrizio's room. Carl endured all kinds of probing eyes on him and walked to the deck.

Compared with the warm atmosphere in the third-class cabin, it is extremely quiet here, only the sound of waves.The boy was lying on the bench, his whole body curled up tightly, as if he had fallen asleep.

With just one glance, Karl couldn't help but feel distressed. His big boy was surrounded by a kind of loneliness that penetrated into the bone marrow, and he seemed to be separated from everything on the Titanic by an invisible and intangible barrier.

Didn't that Jack find his friend here alone?

Carl took off his coat, covered the boy lightly, and picked him up. He was very light, and his hands and feet seemed to be broken if he exerted force.

It doesn't matter, in the future, he will raise him, and he will never let anyone bully his big boy again!