[Titanic] Where Your Heart Goes

"Is there going to be war soon?"

"...I speculate that there is still more than half a year. After all, these companies have already sat at the negotiating table and started to quarrel." Carl hesitated, and finally told the truth to Jack.

Jack lay back on the bed and said softly: "There is still the last semester of basic courses, and I will return to the United States after I finish in May. Where is Mr. Bowen? Will he go back with us?"

"Mr. Bowen is a German-American, and he will take you away. It is easier for you to leave here with a decent German butler." Carl hugged Jack, and his heart couldn't be more moved.

Jack's eclectic painting style has spread rapidly in the German art circle for more than a year.Although he is still a student, his final works can always be acquired by collectors at relatively high prices.If Jack is willing to work in Germany for a few more years, Karl is sure that he can become another young master of painting. Even now, some people call Jack a "painter who combines classical and realism".Jack made the decision to go back to China with him so easily, tantamount to giving up the quickest path to success, and no one can predict whether the other path will be successful, or how much it will cost to succeed.

"Jack...I, I'm sorry." Carl has always been eloquent, but now he can't find any beautiful and gorgeous words to describe his inner emotions, only the guilt for Jack drowns Carl.

Jack hugged Carl's body nonchalantly, and patted his back gently: "Didn't you say that I am very talented? Then there is nothing to worry about, I will become famous sooner or later. Anyway, it is better to be dead when the artist is alive. It’s worth the money afterwards, and I have nothing to regret.”

Carl hugged Jack's still thin body tightly, kissing his lips eagerly, Jack quickly let out a low moan from his nasal cavity, Carl sealed his lips, and stroked Jack's body up and down.The moment he was held, Jack uncontrollably let out a cry. Carl bit Jack's ear and said softly, "Honey, be quiet, father and Lai Fujie are next door."

Jack gave Carl a hard look, and he bit hard on the thick muscles on Carl's shoulders, but Carl let go of the object in his hand to save himself from between Jack's teeth.Carl licked his lips and looked at Jack's temptation: "How about doing something different today?"

Jack stood up and didn't understand Carl's meaning, he had already knelt in Jack's legs to hold him.Jack covered his screams in his mouth, and as Carl raised his neck up and down, his body moved uncontrollably. The warm and moist mouth and Carl's flexible tongue made Jack realize that What a time to be more excited.Carl sucked it hard, and Jack immediately stiffened with trembling, he... seemed to...

Carl raised his head, the corners of his mouth were stained with milky white mucus, Jack's whole body turned pink, he fell into the bedding weakly and was forced to share his taste when Carl pressed his lips.Jack leaned against Carl and was embraced by him. He could clearly feel Carl's still fiery impulse behind him. He lowered his voice and asked, "Don't you need me to help you?"

"Tomorrow you need to have breakfast with your father, and it's best not to come out with a swollen lip. And, as long as you touch me casually now, I will definitely destroy the once-in-a-lifetime chance to endure and push you down. Jack, close your eyes and go to sleep , there is nothing unbearable, it will be fine in a while." Carl said and covered Jack's eyes, blocking the moonlight that penetrated into the room from Jack's sight.

Sure enough, the next morning, Mr. Henry was sitting at the dining table reading the newspaper, and standing beside him was Mr. Lai Fujie who was feeding Jeffrey with spoonfuls.Mr. Bowen is busy in the kitchen. He hasn't cooked such a large breakfast for a long time.Jack and Carl took the opportunity to sneak into the master bedroom to clean themselves up and change into decent clothes.

Jack hadn't worn a tight-fitting frock coat since he came to Berlin, and suddenly he had the feeling that he was being bound and sent to the gallows.Karl looked at Jack, whose face turned pale, and held his hand directly. He squeezed Jack's fingers so hard that it hurt, but Jack's dazed eyes slowly regained consciousness.

Jack smiled at Carl, and he strode to the empty seat next to Mr. Henry, sat down and said enthusiastically, "Good morning, Dad."

Mr. Henry's calm face turned red all of a sudden. He turned his head and stared fiercely at Jack for a long time, then nodded stiffly and said, "Good morning."

Mr. Carl and Mr. Lai Fujie turned their heads to look at other places, and they lost when they met Mr. Henry... Jeffrey, who is more than one year old, is the age when he is curious about everything, and the brighter and brighter he is for children The more attractive the colors, like red, yellow and blue—two of which Jack owns.

"Ah, hug~hug!" Jeffrey stretched out his fleshy little hand to Jack. Jack looked at Mr. Lai Fujie inquiringly, and Lai Fujie touched the top of Jeffrey's head and sent him into Jack's arms.

The fleshy little boy still smelled of milk, the back of his outstretched hand was full of round meat pits, and his pink fingers were covered with thin and transparent nails.Jeffery looked at Jack flickeringly with a pair of big dark brown eyes. He reached out his hand to Jack's blond hair curiously. After successfully holding it, his eyes narrowed in satisfaction, and a flush of excitement appeared on his soft face.

Mr. Henry's expression suddenly became full of anger.

The Hawley family loves Jeffrey the most. Mr. Henry. If it wasn’t for maintaining his prestige in front of Jack, Lai Fujie would definitely not be the one to eat custard for him in the morning. I didn’t expect that this stinky boy, Jeffrey, would join the enemy if he didn’t care about a meal. up!

"...Jeffrey?" Mr. Henry's voice was very depressed. The boy looked up at Mr. Henry in confusion, and then showed a silly smile.

"Grandpa, feed me." Jeffrey opened his mouth reflexively and made an "ah~" sound, but still held Jack's blond hair tightly and didn't let go—fortunately, Jack was too lazy to take care of his hair. The blond hair has grown slightly longer.

"Jeffrey, come to Grandpa." Mr. Henry patted his leg in a good-tempered manner, and then extended his arm to Jeffrey.

"No, grandpa might as well...uh...huh?" Jeffrey paused in the middle of speaking, he fixed doubtful eyes on Jack who slapped his butt, and then looked at Carl for help, Carl reached out and held Jack Fury got out of Jack's arms, kissed Jeffrey on the cheek, pointed at Jack and started the introduction.

"This is Jack, you have to call him Dad." Carl explained.

It's a pity that a child's persistence is unimaginable. After Jeffery got calm, he immediately continued to attack Mr. Henry with what he had just said.

"Don't hug grandpa, grandpa is not as good-looking as dad!"

As soon as these words came out, Mr. Henry shut his mouth completely depressed and remained silent. He lowered his head and pushed Jeffrey's custard to Carl in a somewhat suffocated manner. He lowered his head and downed the black tea without milk. Mr. Henry frowned fiercely, but when he turned his head to look at Jack, he immediately relaxed the frown between his brows and made an expression of enjoyment.

... Lai Fujie calmly poured milk into Mr. Henry's cup, and then poured black tea into the cup again. He also thoughtfully added a few cubes of sugar to Mr. Henry.Hearing the sound of sugar cubes rubbing against the wall of the cup, Mr. Henry finally breathed a sigh of relief. Just now...he lost again!

Carl has taken over Lai Fujie's work, feeding Jeffrey with a small spoon, but unfortunately he still keeps staring at Jack, Carl smiles very happily, as long as the child likes it.As long as Jeffrey doesn't hate Jack, Mr. Henry, whose attitude has softened, is not a problem.Sure enough, after breakfast, Jack was distracted by Jeffrey, helping the stumbling child to walk and play in the room.

"Mr. Bowen, please help me put away all the paints. The colors are too bright and not safe for children." Jack suddenly turned his head. He remembered that at the beginning of the year, a classmate committed suicide by swallowing paints. I was so scared that I broke out in a cold sweat.

Jeffery didn't understand what "pigment" was, but Mr. Henry and Carl had always refused to let him see many things that he couldn't touch, so Jeffery sucked his lips honestly and nestled into Jack's arms.Carl stretched out his arms and hugged his son. He had the urge to take his son and Jack to ice skating, but now there are no formal skating rinks in the world, so forget about it.

"Carl,...Jack, come here and let's have a chat around the fireplace." Mr. Henry couldn't forget the business even though he was awkward. He came here to show his kindness to Jack. If his home is in his lifetime Incomplete, Mr. Henry is not sure if he will die with regrets.

Jack sat casually on the thick carpet, and he gave up the last single sofa to Carl who was holding the baby.The light in Mr. Henry's eyes flashed, and a smile slowly appeared on the corner of his mouth.Carl gave Jeffrey to Mr. Lai Fujie and sat on the carpet with Jack in his arms.

"Jack, knowing your poverty, why do you still hold such, um, unrealistic dreams of success in painting?" Mr. Henry's sharp question can only be replaced by Jack's unrestrained smile.

"My parents passed away very early, but their jobs are still relatively decent. Piano and art are my mother's favorite entertainment. At that time, I lived in the country, and my mother would play the piano every week at home gatherings, and always Draw pictures for the children in the neighborhood and make them happy. It’s not a rich life, but it’s really very happy.” Jack’s eyes were a little erratic when he spoke, and he recalled his childhood with a happy smile on his mouth.

"I can feel happy when I pick up a paintbrush. My mother has inspired me a lot. Seeing other people's looks, expressions, and even emotions jumping on the pictures I draw, I can't find other words to express this joy. It's as if I control the world." Jack stood up and ran back to the studio, and after a while he appeared in front of everyone holding a large picture frame.

"This is my final assignment for this semester, and the grades are not bad. I marked it as not for sale when it was exhibited, and I want to give it to Carl." Jack tore open the wrapping paper, and inside was a painting overlooking London. Pedestrians rushing by under the gloomy sky, newsboys hawking, and women standing on the street selling breakfast.

Mr. Henry also had to admit Jack's talent, he almost felt that the next moment the painting would make various sounds to break the silence at this moment.The lively scene in the painting is not covered by the gloomy sky at all, and it also reflects the vitality of the characters in the painting, which is very shocking!

However, this angle...

"Where did you draw it?" Mr. Henry's brows were frowned, and he felt that this angle was familiar.

"Above Big Ben. Haha, I hid in there in the middle of the night, removed the glass in the early morning, and drilled outside. There is a space that is wide enough for me to set up my easel. I will install the glass when the administrator is about to show up." Go back, hide among the tourists and follow them out, and it only took me more than half a month to finish the painting." Jack puffed out his chest proudly, as if he felt that this was something to be proud of.

The blood on Carl's face has faded away. What Jack means is that he climbs outside the unobstructed Big Ben to draw pictures every morning?And it took half a month to finish the painting?Carl embraced Jack's shoulders, lowered his voice and gently kissed Jack's cheek and asked softly, "Jack, did you finish painting outside Big Ben in half a month?"

"Yeah, Mr. Nord has always praised me for my amazing efficiency!" Jack smiled comfortably, and Carl had already pinched his chin to make him turn his head to look into his flaming eyes.

"You don't even care about your safety for the sake of painting!"

Carl's angry roar finally woke Jack up from the happy world of art. He smiled awkwardly and tried to throw his neck back trying to distance himself from Carl, but Mr. Henry doubted his son more and more.Has his son been down there all this time?Otherwise, why are you acting like a wife who is worried about her husband at this time!

"Ahem, you two... er... what's the position of this..." Mr. Henry couldn't help asking directly in front of his son, but Karl had already understood his meaning from Mr. Henry's gestures. Consciousness, he calmed his father down with one sentence.

"I'm a little more successful than Lai Fujie."

For the profound meaning of his son's words, Mr. Henry turned his angry eyes to Lai Fujie standing silently behind him. Lai Fujie did not forget to comfort Mr. Henry at this time - a cup of fragrant black tea and a piece of soft cheesecake enough.

Lai Fujie bowed and put down the food, and said softly, "Henry, the cake is out of the oven."

Rare rewards!Mr. Henry put the cake in his mouth and heaved a sigh of relief. The result of having a butler who kept everything in mind was that the sweets basically said goodbye to him.A piece of cheesecake for everyone Jack has no interest, he doesn't like desserts.Seeing Mr. Henry's expression of enjoyment, Jack pushed the plate in front of him to Mr. Henry.

"Dad, eat more if you like."

Dignity or sweet tooth?

Mr. Henry fell into tangled emotions...