Cannon Fodder's Struggle History

In 1996, in the depths of the Atlantic Ocean, it was cold and dark, barren and desolate. This is a place where the sun cannot shine, and there is only darkness.

Now, a ray of light broke the cold world, and a frightening shipwreck lay quietly on the bottom of the sea.

The hull has been eroded by seawater, rusty, and covered with seaweed plants and sediment deposits.

The clear pictures on the TV broadcast every part of the cruise ship. They are looking for the rare treasure, the legendary "Heart of the Sea".

Two deep-sea submarines carefully entered the hull of the Titanic. The lights illuminated the entire room, and a safe was found. The robot picked up the safe and sent it to the scientific research ship smoothly.

The reality disappointed them. There was only one picture album in the safe, and nothing else.

"Open the picture book, be careful, hell, take it easy!" It was salvaged from the Titanic, and even if it was just a picture book, it would make them a lot of money.

The drawing paper in the album was carefully uncovered by a piece of paper, and under the sunlight, every detail in the drawing paper could be clearly seen.These are all sketches, the painting style is very simple, and the strokes are still a little immature, but the boy in the painting is very vivid, each one records the characteristics of the boy, and you can even feel the touch of the skin from the drawing paper, the shirt Under the round shoulders, slender waist, with a lazy look, but the eyes are very agile, more beautiful than diamonds.

"Wait, wait, look at this signature! Jack Dawson! God!" The researcher screamed, pointing to the signature under the portrait, blushing with excitement.

You know, Jack Dawson is definitely a well-known realist painter, and he became famous in one fell swoop because he painted the Titanic.

Since he announced that he was no longer painting, his already expensive works have been favored by collectors, and the price of the latest auction was as high as tens of millions of dollars.

"Quickly find a way to contact Mr. Jack Dawson to confirm the authenticity of these paintings." Someone on the ship dialed the satellite phone immediately.

Jack Dawson is teaching one of his apprentices to paint. He is very old. Perhaps this child is his last apprentice.

The phone rang, and after the assistant answered, he hurried to Jack: "Sir, there is a call from the Atlantic Ocean. They salvaged a picture book from the Titanic, with your signature written on it."

The word "Titanic" attracted all Jack's attention. His voice was very gentle, with a kind of kindness that had been preserved over time: "Prepare the plane, and I will salvage the site myself."

A helicopter landed on the scientific research number, and the staff on board saluted Jack who had just got off the plane with full respect.

"I want to take a look at the portrait first." Jack's words were very gentle, but with an unquestionable taste, no one could resist the majesty in it.

The painting soaked in the potion was completely displayed in front of Jack, with circles of ripples shaking, but Jack could completely see the outline of it.

"He is still so young, but I am old." Jack smiled, but there was a trace of bitterness on his kind face.

No need to recall, that face will always be clearly imprinted in his heart. The boy's dark eyes are deeper than the night sky and clearer than the stream water. His lips are like rose petals with a seductive fragrance. There is a small smile on his cheek. Small dimples are more intoxicating than the best wine.

Jack could even feel that warm hug, the boy's slender waist was tightly held by him, the boy who admired him more than angels.

"Teacher, is the boy in the painting your friend?" Jack's little apprentice was also looking at the painting carefully, with admiration in his eyes and curious questions at the same time.

"Yes, Fabrizio De Rossi, my friend." Jack laughed, introducing the name with bitterness, yes, just a friend.

"God, this is the founder of 'Hair Card', a world-renowned cosmetics company." A girl exclaimed.This company is a legend. It is always at the forefront of cosmetics. Every technological innovation is to create better cosmetics. It even changes people's concept of makeup.

This gentleman is indeed a dear friend of Mr. Jack Dawson!

"Children, would you like to hear my story? The story that was buried." Jack sat down, with nostalgia and grief on his wrinkled face.

"Quick, here comes the tape recorder."

"That was 84 years ago..." Jack told the story slowly, with nostalgia and affection in his kind eyes.

Starting from how he won two boat tickets in a tavern in Southampton, he boarded the dream ship with his friend Fabrizio, and met the girl who was as beautiful as a rose.

A magnificent and sweet picture slowly unfolded in front of people, and Jack began to tell the story with poetic and picturesque language.

"Later, Rose left me." Jack's narration has come to the end, and for him, recalling that scene again, he is not heartbroken, but relieved.

All the people present were surprised. They originally thought that such a vigorous love would end in such an embarrassing way.

"I finally understand why Mr. Carl Hockley hates you so much. I think I can understand this feeling." A staff member connected the relationship between the three and murmured with a sudden realization.

When the others heard it, they all nodded involuntarily. Being cuckolded is really a shame.

"You should know the rest." Jack smiled with a very contagious sense of humor, and shrugged: "Jack Dawson's history of fame, the first painting exhibition came from Fabri Fantastic support."

But everyone present laughed. The friendship between Jack Dawson and Fabrizio De Rossi is well known, including the super rich Carl Hockley. Of course, the mutual relationship between Jack Dawson and Carl Hockley Hostility is also well known.

But there is still a question, is Jack Dawson still deeply in love with this girl?You know, since he became famous, he has always kept himself clean and unmarried all his life.

Is this kind of love supporting him to the present?

All the ladies present were deeply jealous of that Rose. It was such a happy thing to be loved by such an affectionate great painter for a lifetime.

"Do you regret it, sir? If you love Miss Rose Bukett so much, why didn't you go to her?" a staff member asked boldly.

"Regret? No, I never regret what I have done." The passage of time has brought about a precipitation of Jack's character, and the carefree and tenacious in the past has become kind and open-minded now.

"Then what about Miss Rose? Teacher, didn't you meet later?" The little apprentice couldn't help asking, he thought, how regretful Miss Rose must be.

Obviously the two are in love with each other, but they gave up on the teacher first.

"I don't know. I haven't seen Rose since then." When Jack talked about Rose, he was calm.

In fact, he had seen Rose once. After he became famous, he attended a high society ball. Rose was holding a man who was enough to be her father, and she looked very intimate. She had long lost the stubbornness that made Jack's heart flutter and yearning for freedom.

She painted gorgeous red lips, lit a cigarette skillfully and smoked, with frivolous brows and eyes, she has become the people she once hated.

Later, he knew that after Mrs. Bucket paid off the debt, they had little money left, and Rose's reputation in the upper class of New York was very bad. Although there were young talents willing to fall in love with her, they did not willing to marry her.

Later, she became the mistress of a rich businessman. For a while, the rich businessman dumped her, and Rose was dealing with different men. After that, Jack never heard from her again.

At night, Jack Dawson lay quietly on the bed, did he regret it?

maybe!

If they hadn't won those two tickets, he thought, they'd still be in South Cape Town, living their poor but happy little days.

Fabrizio will not leave him, and he will not leave Fabrizio, they will be best friends, or this friendship will slowly ferment and turn into sweet love.

When he told the story again, he found painfully that Rose, who attracted him at the beginning, had bright eyes and black hair that resembled Fabrizio.

It turned out that the person he was chasing inadvertently had long been by his side.

It's just that he won't regret it, can't regret it, let alone regret it.

All his life, Fabrizio De Rossi was just the best friend of Jack Dawson!

Jack slowly closed his eyes, and what appeared before his eyes was the morning of 1912, with people coming and going in Southampton, heavy traffic, and the huge Titanic parked at the port.

In a tavern, four people are taking a "big gamble", Jack and Fabrizio put everything on the line.

Finally, he showed his cards, two pair, and they lost.

The winner grabbed all the money and tickets on the table and ran out towards the door. The Titanic was about to sail.

"I'm sorry, Fabrizio." Jack was a little frustrated.

"Hey, buddy, it's okay!" The boy gave him a hard punch on the shoulder with a nonchalant smile on his face: "We will have a chance to go to New York! Now, let's go and see that big ship! Someday We'll fly first class!"

The sun shines on his friend, with a charming halo, the pure skin has a very crystal luster, the smile on his face is brighter than the sun, exuding an intoxicating atmosphere.

"No problem! I will become the king of the world!" Jack grabbed his friend's hand, laughed and ran out!

And the Titanic at the port blew its whistle, and the huge chimney was emitting thick black smoke, and it started to sail.

The two teenagers stood on the shore and watched the huge ship lift anchor. There was no loss or sadness on their faces, but expectations and smiles on their faces.

The hands of the two were tightly held together, as if nothing could separate them!