[Titanic] Where Your Heart Goes

Karl signaled to the butler Lai Forge that he was going out for a walk, then turned and left. Well, what he was going to was the deck. Even if the boy he was interested in was not there, the vast ocean and bright sunshine would make Karl feel better.Karl didn't want to think about the sinking of the ship all the time, but it was impossible for him not to care about this important matter of life and death.

The deck is now full of people taking a walk after dinner, most of them are common people, in fact, a gentleman like Karl shouldn't appear on the lower deck at all.The crowd stared at Karl as if they saw some weird animal. Of course, he noticed such a clear and straightforward look in his eyes. He turned his head and nodded and smiled at every woman.

The gentleman's charm was revealed at the right time, whether it was the young girl in Huaichun or the flamboyant lady, they all blushed and turned their backs, and then they carefully peeked at Karl.Karl smiled again, and they simply ran back to the cabin with blushing faces. Karl's smile really became a lot this time. Although he is a handsome man, it does not prevent him from admiring his masculine charm.

Well, the truth is that Carl has been walking around smiling and glamorous just to find the blond boy he's looking for.Karl found that there were too many people, and he couldn't find his target quickly. The number of blond men and women was too huge, and the sunlight shining on them made Karl's eyes sting.

The smile on Karl's face turned helpless, and he thought in his heart, maybe even God does not allow him to find sustenance on a ship that is doomed to be silent.

"Sir, are you frightened? When you get back to the second deck, please turn left. I can show you the way." A male servant with many pet dogs said to Karl respectfully, and Karl immediately turned to look Answered with this young waiter.

"No, thank you, I just want to see the structure of the whole ship. Sorry, is it inconvenient for me to come here?"

The waiter quickly explained: "No, sir, you can go to any location, we are just worried that it is not safe here."

Carl removed his worried expression, and he showed a gentle smile again: "Then, I'll walk away casually, please continue your work."

"Sir, goodbye." The waiter bowed to leave, Carl smiled and said "goodbye" as well, and then the two separated.

"Hey, how did you, a rich man, come to the deck?" Carl found a vacant deck. He leaned on the handrail and smiled regretfully, but suddenly heard some rough jokes.

Karl turned his head and saw a man with curly flaxen hair and a bushy beard, so thick that it would leave marks on his cheeks after shaving.Carl smiled kindly: "Yeah, maybe it's too boring, maybe I want to experience the life of poverty...and reality."

"Hey, it's you!" A clear voice came from behind Carl, and the smile on Carl's face suddenly became a lot more real. When he turned around, there were smile lines on the corners of his eyes.

"Yeah, it's a great honor to see you again. Would it be presumptuous if I said I was looking for you?" Carl raised his eyebrows and looked at the boy opposite, who was holding a picture clip in his hand.Carl tentatively stretched out his finger to the picture clip and asked, "Would you mind showing it to me?"

The boy showed a somewhat surprised expression, and then happily handed over the picture folder he was holding in his arms. Karl took the boy's arm, pulled him down to his side, and leaned against the armrest together.

"Would you mind telling me when this was created?"

Carl carefully looked through the boy's painting. The boy's surname "Dawson" was written on it. He memorized it in his heart, but he still didn't intend to ask the blond boy's name. Dawson's boy, he really doesn't look like one of his kind, and Carl doesn't want to turn straight guys into a corner.

"Oh, of course it's okay." The boy immediately followed Carl's slow movements and began to explain his sketch to him.

Carl said pertinently: "I think you prefer the women you draw in your pen. You are full of affection for them, with delicate skin, soft limbs and beautiful expressions."

"Oh, is it?" The smile on the boy's face finally revealed a shyness. He scratched his blond hair and pursed his lips as if he didn't know what to say.

Carl looked at the boy like this, and the smile on his face became more gentle. He was a man himself, and of course Carl knew better what to talk to men to get their attention.Carl turned his head as he spoke, and the blond boy kept pointing out when and under what circumstances his paintings were drawn. He and Carl’s cheeks were never more than ten inches apart, and Carl could even feel the radiance from the boy’s cheeks. warmth.

"Of course, have you ever thought about painting other types of paintings, such as pastels and oil paintings?" Looking at the boy opposite, the boy's bright blue eyes suddenly burst into a dazzling light, and then the brilliance dimmed .

"Of course I thought about it, but the tuition is too expensive. Even if I don't mention the tuition, I don't have that much money to buy paints and drawing paper. You probably don't know how much money I save by drawing." The boy didn't feel any pain when he said these words. Any embarrassment, he was just stating a fact calmly.

Carl sighed softly, he felt a little sorry for the boy's situation.However, Carl didn't say anything about the moving topic of "I'm here to help you", he just changed the subject immediately: "What did you do when you were in the UK?"

"What do you do?" The boy rubbed his nose and laughed, he turned his head and measured the people on the deck and said, "Of course, any job that can fill the stomach, be a porter, go to the street to give people Painting, or any factory work. Hey, you bosses are so tough, I used to sleep five hours a day for months at a factory."

The smile on Karl's face remained unchanged, and he responded with the same straightforwardness: "Of course, in order to protect the poor money in my hands, I must continue to exploit the labor of the workers."

Having said that, Carl's attention finally turned to another direction—"The Gilded Age".There are still ten years left before the last madness of the American economy before the Great Depression. How many opportunities can he seize during this period?

Carl stopped his thoughts, but he found that the boy next to him was staring into the distance in a daze. Carl turned his eyes and found that "Dawson" was looking at Rose who appeared on the second floor deck in a daze. He laughed: "Do you think she is beautiful?"

"Huh? Oh, yes, she's beautiful." The boy was still looking at Rose in a daze.

Carl smiled helplessly, he was indeed a straight man, but...

"Miss nobles always pray for romantic love with passion in their hearts. As long as you show her what it means to be passionate and unscrupulous, I think you will succeed." Carl dropped these words and left.

For a straight guy who can't get married, it's not bad to let him cheat on his fiancée, who knows when that "Jack" will come out, and if he misses it with Rose by mistake, how can he kick off his fiancée!