[Titanic] Where Your Heart Goes

Carl was as restrained as he indicated, at least this morning Jack managed to show up at the dinner table.Mr. Henry stared at the tired-looking Jack for a while with dark circles under his eyes, and then chose to remain silent. Seeing that Carl was refreshed and Jack was weak, he knew that his son had a good time last night.Mr. Henry, who understood the real "up and down" problem, really couldn't speak ill of Jack at this time.

"Thank you Lai Fujie, the food is very suitable for Jack." Carl raised his head to express his gratitude to the old butler who stood behind him serving them. As far as Mr. Henry's personal eating habits are concerned, he likes a "real" breakfast. Jack at this time Fragile intestines are absolutely unacceptable.

Mr. Henry, who was holding the newspaper, paused for a moment. The corners of his mouth were drawn into a harsh straight line, and his face looked a bit gloomy.Lai Fujie pointed out the mistake in Carl's words unmoved: "Sir, the master ordered breakfast last night."

Carl looked at Mr. Henry with an incredulous expression when he heard this. If the information he extracted from his memory was correct, the old gentleman's breakfast recipes have always been nutritious and full of meat, eggs and milk.The thoughtful arrangement on the table was too incompatible with Mr. Henry's eating habits. The old man never liked soft and easy-to-digest food.

No, Carl re-examined the food on the table and came to other conclusions. This is not the breakfast that Mr. Henry ordered for Jack's consideration.Whether it's creamy minced chicken porridge or the fragrant oatmeal, it's more like preparing for people with bad stomachs. Carl frowned deeply, and looked at Mr. Henry suspiciously.

"Father,...is your stomach and intestines not feeling right now?"

The spoon in Mr. Henry's hand paused for a moment, and he continued to drink the soup in front of him following his paused movement, with an unmoved expression on his face.This only made Carl more suspicious of Mr. Henry's health. He turned his head and asked the maid who had been following his father: "Julie, has father seen a doctor recently?"

Julie stood there in embarrassment. Both Mr. Henry and Carl cut Julie's eyes like knives. She didn't know whether she should answer Carl's question honestly, or just shut up and stand aside. Mr. Henry Obviously don't want her to talk too much.Julie is still in a dilemma, Lai Fujie has already placed the dessert wine from the kitchen-no Mr. Henry's share.

Karl smiled with the corners of his mouth curled up. What else is there that he doesn't understand after seeing this scene?Lai Fujie has put the answer in front of Karl.Carl watched his father show a triumphant smile, he turned his head to Lai Fujie and said: "Tell the chef, from today on, I don't want to see any food that is not good for the stomach and intestines on the table."

"Yes, sir." Lai Fujie stepped back respectfully, with a faint smile on his lips.

Mr. Henry watched as something he absolutely could not bear happened. At the age of 65, his own son stopped the rum, which is absolutely indispensable in life!God, has the world come to a standstill?Mr. Henry dropped the spoon in his hand, and he glared at Carl fiercely.

"What are you talking about, Carl? You have no right to stop that glass of kirsch after dinner."

"I'm so sorry, father, I'm your heir. All the property of the Hawley family will be owned by me in the future, so if you want to enjoy horseback riding and hunting when you are old, or play cards with old friends It’s fun to gamble, so start quitting bars now, and of course, spicy food and raw food, you must also quit.” Carl looked at his father, but said in the tone that he is an old man.

"Carl Henry Hawley, do you really want to lose your right of inheritance? Julie, bring me my rum!" Mr. Henry sat in his seat angrily and waved his hand, but the maid turned her gaze to Karl's direction awaits his instructions.

"Julie, you can go to rest first. Father doesn't need rum after dinner. From today on, he doesn't need rum, spirits, or liquor from the East. Tell the chef, the future diet Use less alcohol in seasoning.” After Carl said this, he turned his head and looked at Mr. Henry and suddenly laughed, and said gently: “Father, I haven’t paid homage to my mother’s cemetery this year. I don’t think you want Am I right to bring her the news of your illness?"

For the final threat, Mr. Henry shut his mouth obediently and had to endure these soft diets he never liked. He suddenly found that his most obsessed drink disappeared from his life-this is really a shocking experience. Sad news.Seeing that the general situation was gone, Mr. Henry fell silent. He quietly enjoyed the sweet and greasy food.

Lai Forge himself brought out a small dish of veal sautéed without butter.Mr. Henry's dark brown eyes lit up instantly, and the old man's sluggish demeanor was swept away, and he immediately became like a conquering rooster waiting for Lai Fujie to put the beef in front of him.

The gold-rimmed plate couldn't hold much fried beef. Mr. Henry felt that he hadn't enjoyed enough, and the veal had disappeared from the plate.He raised his head and looked at Lai Fujie with dissatisfaction: "Spicer, don't you feel that you lack the basic spirit of a housekeeper—satisfying the master—?"

Lai Fujie showed a standard and polite smile, he bent slightly and said: "Of course not, sir, my salary is now paid by Mr. Carl, I think he is very satisfied with my behavior."

Carl really pretended to wipe the corner of his mouth with a napkin to hide his smile.Carl cleared his throat, raised his eyes and looked at Mr. Henry: "Father, Lai Fujie will manage your life and diet from today onwards, please maintain your gentlemanly demeanor, otherwise I have no objection to my housekeeper using strong methods to get you back healthy lifestyle."

Mr. Henry immediately thought of Karl crying and running to him when he was a child, crying about Lai Fujie’s strict life schedule. At that time, he teased his son and wife to watch Carl’s jokes, and at the same time praised Lai Fujie’s outstanding ability, so... And now Karl is finally growing up to get the old things back on him?

As God can testify, Carl never thought about it. What he was thinking about was remembering what buildings in New York City had been completed in 1912.On a rare free day, Carl decided to take Jack, a young boy who yearns for art, to experience the atmosphere of New York art.

"Father, are you going out today? How about, let's go to the Metropolitan Museum of Art together. Jack visited New York for the first time, and I just want to introduce him to the friendly attitude of New York." Carl watched Mr. Henry send out the invitation, and Mr. Henry first said Showing a smile, he quickly tightened his face again, and he rejected Carl's invitation.

"I'm not interested in things that don't earn dollars, let Spicer go with you." Mr. Henry's expression was very cautious, "Spicer is a good person to introduce New York City, even the run-down Brooklyn. very familiar."

Carl directly punctured Mr. Henry's set: "No need, father, just let the driver drive us there, Lai Fujie should stay with you, otherwise you will definitely drink and eat spicy food secretly when your breakfast is halved."

Jack has never participated in the rivalry between Carl and his son, but he kept smiling when he bit the bread. Jack hasn't experienced the interaction of family affection for a long time.When Mr. Henry and Carl faced each other, they completely lacked the characteristics of their father and son-unpredictable and full of evil.They looked impatient at each other, and they always liked to provoke each other deliberately, but Jack looked at them and knew that they were a pair of father and son who cared for each other.

Carl didn't ignore Jack's feelings. From the moment he started eating, Carl cut the steak in front of him into small pieces, sprinkled honey and lemon juice on it, and placed it in front of Jack.Jack's breakfast is over much earlier than Carl's because he's been busy preparing food for Jack.

"Go to the Metropolitan Museum of Art first, and then go to the downtown garden, okay? I don't know if one day is enough for you to finish shopping." Carl thoughtfully suggested. In fact, he thinks that with Jack's current exhausted physical condition, even the museum There is no way to finish shopping.

The driver Wright drove Carl and Jack to the east side of Central Park. The current Metropolitan Museum of Art is far less magnificent than it will be a hundred years later. The current exhibition area is only a few hectares. Of course, according to American standards, it is a museum. Covering hundreds of thousands of square feet.

"It's really magnificent." Standing in the Egyptian exhibition hall, Jack couldn't help but praise, Carl smiled dispensably, his casual attitude was obviously not flattering, Jack turned his head with a little annoyance looked at Carl.

Raising his hands above his head, Carl explained: "I'm just a little bit ironic about why the museum was built, don't take it to heart, I've always had a reverence for works of art."

"The purpose of the beginning? Isn't it to bring together works of art with high historical value and show them to future generations, so as to feel the charm of art..." Jack said with some hesitation. Now he has gradually understood the difference between himself and Karl in thinking about things. Different, I have always had good ideas in my arms, but Karl's starting point has always been darker and philistine.

"The Metropolitan Museum of Art was established in 1870 by a group of American citizens. The founders at that time included businessmen, financiers, outstanding artists and thinkers. They expected the museum to give American citizens the influence of art and art education. Well, In fact, at the beginning, I said that I hope to let immigrants know that the United States also has a bit of cultural heritage, which is just a shock and a show-off. However, no matter what, I love this museum, and being in it seems to be standing on top of the universe and controlling time. pass."

Carl closed his eyes and took a deep breath, with a purposeless and peaceful smile on the corner of his mouth: "Even the air seems to carry the heat and humidity of Egypt 3000 years ago, the prosperity of Thebes and the tolerance of the Nile River, the great ancient peoples."

"No one in Egypt believes in Amon-Ra anymore. Muslims are their rulers, but that is also very ancient. Dear Jack, I think you will be more interested in the European exhibition area. There are many famous paintings and Sculpture." Carl said and pulled Jack, who was almost stuck to the glass to study the ancient Egyptian mummy carefully, to the other side, and then Carl regretted it.

European classic sculpture has always been inseparable from one theme - nakedness.Carl knew in his heart Jack's reverence for art when he looked at these sculptures, but what he couldn't help thinking was-why was he so absorbed in looking at the naked men?Didn't you see enough last night?The smile on Carl's face gradually became dangerous. He stood quietly behind Jack and handed him the boy's drawing paper and pencil.

Jack was no different for that, his blue eyes blazing with intent painting.During the long wait, Carl gradually noticed Jack's problem. His boy's thumb was on the sharp knife and he was sharpening the charcoal. is the most important.

Carl couldn't help interrupting Jack: "Have you always been so practical with charcoal pencils? Cutting out the required thickness back and forth, won't it scratch your fingers?"

Jack was stunned when he heard Carl's words, and then he smiled and let go of the charcoal pencil and knife in his hand, and showed his hands in front of Carl's eyes.The original white palm was now covered with gray-black powder, and the thumb and index finger of the left hand were deeply scratched because they always held the knife. It looked shocking, but Jack smiled very happily.

"Haven't you discovered the secret yet? I'm a left-hander. I can draw with either my left or right hand. Otherwise, the trace of holding a knife should be in my right hand. Don't worry, it's safe for me." After finishing speaking, Jack hugged the painting again The clip began to draw, and the haze on Carl's face finally dissipated.

Almost all the resources in Pennsylvania are owned by the Pittsburgh tycoon Mr. Henry. Whether it is coal mines, oil or steel, the paintbrush used by Jack is also composed of carbon. Maybe he should consider producing a graphite pencil for Jack, wrapped around A clean hard paper strip, but it can be easily torn out to the length of the pen tip that needs to be used...

Carl mechanically handed over the items that Jack needed to the boy, and inadvertently added the most unexpected touch to the business blueprint he designed in his heart.Jack is tired from standing, he needs to relax and breathe the air of nature now.Carl took out his pocket watch and glanced at it, then softly ordered the maid who followed behind to go back to the old house and bring some lunch.

Carl and Jack were disappointed when they took a walk to the Central Park. Although it is spring and summer when everything is rejuvenated, the Central Park showed a dilapidated scene, and some trees in the park even died long ago.Carl looked at Jack with embarrassment. He wanted to show off to Jack, but...

Jack smiled indifferently, and sat directly on the trunk of a fallen dead tree: "When I become famous, we will build our own park, and there will be no unmanaged park."

"Very good, then I will wait for you to perfect the park in Tennessee." Carl looked at Jack with a clear heart, this is a boy who can always make people laugh.