[Titanic] Where Your Heart Goes

After Carl finished speaking, he immediately dropped the microphone in his hand.

Jack had already walked out of the studio uncomfortably. He was sitting in the living room with his hair restlessly lying on his stomach. The feeling of being interrupted was really terrible.

It didn't take long before the sound of spraying water was heard outside the door, and there were bursts of screams, and soon Holly's old house got the expected calm.

Carl walked out of the room with a satisfied smile and shook hands with the chief of police: "Thank you, sir, for bringing back a peaceful life for an American citizen."

The chief of police nodded, and then he took out a small book and whispered, "Can Mr. Dawson sign it for me? My wife is a German immigrant, and she likes Mr. Dawson's paintings."

Carl's movements paused, and then he resumed his gentle but hypocritical smile: "Mr. Sheriff, I think you misunderstood. There is no such person in my family, so I called you to help. Otherwise, my son was scared When I cry, I push him out."

"Oh, is that so? That's really a pity." The sheriff said with a sigh, and left dejectedly.

The smile on the corner of Carl's mouth immediately turned dark, he had to know who revealed Jack's news!When everyone was still curious about the age and appearance of "Jack Dawson", it was unbelievable that someone knew that Jack had followed him home!

"Abner, this is Carl, help me find out who leaked the news that Jack is in my house now, yes, this is simply too abnormal. I can guarantee that no one has recognized Jack when he walked out of the cabin! "Carl complained to his old classmate indignantly, but Abner on the other side of the phone frowned.

"Carl, why did you stop Jack from being interviewed by reporters? This is a good opportunity for him to take advantage of the current momentum to become famous. If he misses this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, it will be too difficult for him to be noticed by the world again-the crown prince doesn't die every day of."

Abner's words suddenly woke Karl up. What he wanted to do just now was to hide Jack completely.

What the hell is he trying to do to Jack?

Carl's cold sweat soaked his shirt in an instant, he let out a breath into the phone, and the prism mirror spoke again: "Abner, forget what I just asked, I will hold an exhibition for Jack in three months, help I book the best showroom, and I don't care about the price."

"Okay, I'll give you news the day after tomorrow."

After solving this problem, Carl sat down on the sofa behind him with some exhaustion. He closed his eyes and leaned back against the back of the chair and raised his head with a self-deprecating smile on his face.In fact, I was still very reluctant in my heart, no matter how nice I said it was a lie.A man's desire for possessiveness has nothing to do with love, Jack belongs to him, so he always doesn't want to give other people a chance to notice Jack.

Jack didn't know how attractive he was. When he was trying his best, he completely ignored the "scenery" waving to him on the side of the road, but it didn't mean that Karl never found out, not only did he find out, but he was also extremely jealous.After Jack's fame came money and social status, and of course, countless numbers of men and women.

No matter what era the "artist" sounds higher than the "businessman" covered in copper, Carl is most afraid of this, until now he has no way to determine whether Jack is gay or not, so Carl found the world in distress Human beings of both genders have become his rivals.

That's a really bad guess!Because of this speculation, Carl wanted to hide Jack from anyone even more.The self-deprecating smile on Carl's face turned into a wry smile, and he was just a hair away from ruining Jack's chance.Having a lover like him is really a deadly threat to Jack.

"Carl, what's wrong with you? I'm sorry, I caused you trouble. Actually, I can paint very low-key and then hold an exhibition." Jack's warm fingers stroked Carl's face, and he slid along the bridge of Carl's nose to him Rubbing on Jack's lips, Carl opened his mouth to enclose Jack's fingers and sucked and bit gently, then opened his eyes.

"In three months, there will be a painting exhibition under your name in the most prosperous area of ​​New York, Jack, forget everything and start painting. Your works are not enough, are they?"

Carl's words shocked Jack in place, and then he hugged Carl's neck and kept kissing his lips.Jack also knew that taking the opportunity to be interviewed at this time was the easiest time to become famous, but Carl's angry look clearly indicated that he didn't like Jack's "famousness" at all.

No matter at any time, there is always a side that gives up in a relationship.Jack felt that Karl had paid enough, and he was willing to give to himself this time, but... Karl gave him another surprise.Jack never expected that Carl, who seemed to dislike him so much, would arrange an art exhibition—if the time was really three months later, it would be advertised in the newspaper within a week, and the whole New York would remember Jack name.

"Jack, I love you, so remember to remind me the next time I want to tie your wings selfishly." Carl stroked Jack's cheek and said sincerely, Jack is already his only conscience in this world , he didn't want and couldn't lose Jack's feelings.

"If you really think so in the future, I think I will be willing to give up the opportunity to show off my fame." Jack kissed Carl's lips again, and then rushed back to his studio.From this day until three days before the exhibition, Carl never saw Jack outside of the restaurant and me.

The responsible old classmate Abner not only helped Carl pick out the best location, but also found the person who revealed Jack's news.Someone Carl hadn't thought of at all—Miss Rose.Carl suddenly laughed while thinking about the name. It seems that Miss Rose should have guessed the relationship between him and Jack. What's more interesting is that Miss Rose guessed by mistake based on her knowledge of the original owner of the body. It made him overly possessive of Jack.

Carl shook his head helplessly, what else could he do to Miss Rose?From the starting point, Miss Rose is entirely for the good of Jack. If Carl hadn't finally woke up from his excessive possessiveness, he and Jack would probably part ways after an extremely fierce quarrel.

And, after parting ways with Carl, there will be plenty of wealthy "friends"—both men and women—who are willing to sponsor him to help with Jack's art exhibition.Jack will eventually go down his path of fame and flowers, just without Carl.Thank God it didn't turn out that way.

A week later, even though the war situation in Europe had turned several times, the front page of the "New York Times" still gave up the news that Jack was going to hold an art exhibition.Karl has always been a successful businessman. He may not understand what real art is, and he may not be able to appreciate how wonderful Picasso or Nietzsche is, but Karl is good at packaging and marketing.

What appeared on the "New York Times" was a handsome young man with clean eyes and a bright smile. Both men and women were captured by Jack. Jack's handsome appearance became more famous than his paintings.Even for the sake of seeing the beauty of the young man in the newspaper, many people ordered tickets for the art exhibition.

Carl listened to the praise of the editor-in-chief of "The New York Times" on the phone with satisfaction. Of course he knew how good Jack was, so he let a reporter with the most beautiful writing and the news written more like a novel come to interview Jack—— It must be emphasized that Karl deliberately chose a female reporter.

What could win a woman's heart more than a good-looking young man telling about his happy childhood, his poor adolescence, and his youth that finally shone?In particular, Jack is not a very good liar. The more innocent and beautiful he tells about his childhood, the more unbearable the time of struggling to survive and study.

Carl's strategy succeeded, and the female reporter described Jack's life experience in tears.Therefore, although Jack's beauty is famous, no one thinks that he is an empty show.Jack was shaped by Karl as a representative of the hardworking American spirit and an idol of teenagers.

Even before the exhibition started, Jack had already succeeded—his legend could no longer be replicated.

Carl, who was standing at the entrance of the art exhibition to help greet the celebrities, smiled gratifiedly at Jack, who kept telling the guests about his works. He finally did not ruin Jack because of selfishness, greed, and jealousy.Jack has finally fulfilled his promise to him, standing radiantly in an admirable position.

"Mr. Dawson, may I ask when this work that has been covered with a white cloth will be exhibited?" A female reporter asked standing in front of a huge work. In fact, compared with other works that were displayed, This painting, which has been shrouded in white cloth, is full of mystery, and it is even more eye-catching.

Jack smiled shyly, and stood in front of the painting, rubbing the white cloth covering it and said clearly: "This painting, including me, is not qualified to choose to display it. It only belongs to a person who changed my destiny three times. If he chooses to disclose this secret, then this painting will be exhibited, and if he does not want to, then I will also give up this most prominent position."

Carl stood at the farthest position from Jack. He felt that his breathing had stopped, and a hot flame rose in his chest because of Jack's words.Carl knew that he was the one Jack was talking about, and it could only be him, but... Carl let out a sigh of relief, this time he could only disappoint Jack, no matter what Jack gave him, he couldn't open the paper. Curtain.

Jack is not a person who hides himself at all, and his works are also known for their rich emotions. Therefore, as long as Carl opens this work, no matter what is painted on it, anyone with eyes will understand Jack's deep love with him.

The time has not come, Karl said to himself silently.In just five more years, he'd be showing this painting that Jack had given him in the sun.Five years from now, Carl will surely be able to let Jack walk in the sun with him!But now, I'm sorry, Karl can only be silent.

Jack and Carl stared at each other through the crowd, and Carl moved his lips silently.Excitement and regret flashed in Jack's eyes at the same time, and then Jack sighed, and he smiled apologetically at the female reporter: "I'm sorry, he doesn't want to share this painting with others, so this painting can only be a One of the mysteries of this exhibition.”

The female reporter left the scene regretfully, and a fierce debate erupted around the covered work.Maybe it was really lucky, Jack's art exhibition not only did not have any regrets because of this painting, but made Jack's art exhibition reach another peak. The critics said unceremoniously: "Leave blank, let Mr. Dawson The exhibition is full of endless possibilities."

At the end of the exhibition, Jack sold all his works, leaving only this unexhibited work. A wealthy businessman once bid 100 million to buy this "Secret"-after Jack refused to disclose it, "Secret" " became its name - but was rejected by Jack.

Mr. Andrew finally gave Karl an answer at this time, and their family will follow Karl to Tennessee to start another life.Everything was moving in a good direction, and the time slipped to May 1915, 5, when another news that shocked the United States appeared in the newspapers.

The Lusitania was sunk by a German submarine, and the names of Mr. Guggenheim, Mr. Arsted, and Mr. Vanderbilt appeared on the accident list at the same time.The next day another piece of news completely ignited the gossip spirit of the American people-the curse of the Titanic!

This group of idle reporters dug out a novel from somewhere, and the content in it coincided with the sinking of the Titanic. The only difference was the death toll, and they classified a series of coincidences into a book according to the content. published.The dead in the newspapers were all survivors of the Titanic. Some of them were members of the upper class, and some were sweaty workers in the factory. Mr. and Mrs. Sen Strauss went to Mr. Ishmay without exception, and even Mr. Arshid, who had been drinking with Karl a few days ago, was not spared.

All of a sudden, "The Curse of the Titanic" broke out, and the author of this novel finally committed suicide under the pressure of public opinion!His death pushed the mystery and eerieness of the whole thing to another climax.