[Titanic] Where Your Heart Goes

"Gentlemen and beautiful ladies, hello. This is Mr. Hawley. I think you all know your respective goals." Mr. Ishmay introduced them to each other. Carl didn't want to waste any more time, and he turned sideways Looking in Rose's direction.

"That beautiful woman will be engaged to me in a week, and I haven't prepared a gift for her yet, so I'm planning to sell my shares in White Star Corporation. I think you all know that it has been appreciating in value and will continue to appreciate Go on, so if you are sure that you want to buy the stocks in my hands, then do so as soon as possible." Carl's directness made several gentlemen and wives show their expressions, and they quickly bargained with Carl.

Carl did not agree with these people's exaggeratedly low price. He rejected this deal with an exasperated expression: "It's really a pity, I don't think we can reach a deal now."

After Carl finished speaking, he took the coat from his butler and walked out of the warm cabin, but he walked towards the stern.

"Hey kid, good evening."

The blond boy lying on the chair sat up all of a sudden, and when he saw Carl appeared, he showed Carl's hearty smile again: "Hey, rich man, good evening."

It was terribly cold on the deck at night with the sea breeze blowing. If Carl hadn't remembered to put on a thick woolen coat when he ran out, he would definitely be frozen by now.Since Carl was not cold, he simply gave up the meaningless etiquette, and he directly sat on the bench that "inferior people" would sit with the boy.

Carl patted his leg and said, "Didn't you just lie down?"

The blond boy propped himself up and looked at the legs in front of him, then stroked his hair and said, "You let me rest on your legs? Aren't you afraid that I will stain the material?"

Carl laughed: "Didn't you want to tell me that you haven't washed your hair for a few weeks? You also said that you have a lot of fleas on your body, or that you have mice as pets?"

Hearing Carl's words, the boy lay on his lap unceremoniously, but refused to show weakness in his mouth. He simply laughed at himself: "Oh, I was actually raised by mice when I was poor. They are much richer than me." Well, at least they have food."

Carl's fingers passed into the boy's blond hair inadvertently, and gently scratched his scalp: "Are you often hungry?"

"The clothes I'm wearing now are all my belongings. Well, by the way, I still have ten dollars and fifteen cents left." The blond boy said with a smile, he seemed not ashamed of his poverty at all: "If I was too poor to eat, so I went to the street to paint portraits for people, and I could support myself for a penny for a portrait.”

"Have you had dinner tonight?" Carl looked at the boy's thin body and couldn't help asking with concern. The boy showed a nonchalant expression.

"The food on the Titanic is good. I ate quite a lot at night, but I'm really a little hungry now." As he said that, the boy touched his stomach, and only then did he show a little shyness.

Carl bent down and narrowed the distance between himself and the boy: "What do you like to eat?"

"Beef!" The boy said without hesitation, Carl was taken aback for a moment, and then he couldn't stop laughing at the answer.

"Are there any other favorite ingredients? Seafood and the like? Or what kind of food do you like to eat?"

Carl asked carefully, and then helped the boy tighten his neckline.Carl's fingers followed the boy's clothes from bottom to top and fastened his buttons one by one, instead of just closing the coat like a boy who was so frizzy.Carl's fingertips lingered on the collar of the boy's shirt, and he didn't forget to stroke the boy's neck a few times while buttoning it up. The blond boy shrank his neck, and he laughed uncontrollably.

"Hey rich man, don't touch my neck, it's itchy!"

Carl pretended to be sanctimonious and said softly, "I'm buttoning you up, you feel cold. Don't move around, and be careful not to scratch you with my nails."

The boy rolled his eyes and muttered, "You rich people like to fasten buttons to the top of your neck, don't you think it's very restrictive?"

"You're already shivering from the cold, and the needs of your body can't make you give up your freedom for a while?" Carl pointed out the problem bluntly, with a faint smile on his lips, he put his hand on the boy's cheek contentedly, and let out a sigh of relief. Tone and then complained: "Your face is so cold."

And the skin is nice and smooth to the touch.

"Your hands are so warm." The boy rubbed Carl's palm, and then couldn't help saying with a sour taste, "Your hands are still so delicate, like a young lady."

Carl was stunned by the boy's words. He raised his hand and looked at his palm, and then couldn't help laughing: "Yeah, I don't need to do rough work, and my hands are well maintained. I said I The heaviest thing you have ever taken is money, believe it or not?"

"Then you must have been sunk!" the boy teased, looking up at the sky and said, "I can find my way in the sea, can you rich people do that?"

"Do you use the stars to determine the direction? Who did you learn from? I thought you hadn't studied." Carl didn't shy away from this question. I mean, what else does he care about.

"An old sailor taught me when I was working on the ship. I know a lot of knowledge." The boy said with a self-deprecating smile, "Sometimes I really envy you rich people, many of you have neither Conscience and no wisdom, but with countless banknotes."

"Dawson, do you want to go to school?" Carl's fingers were still running through the boy's hair, he asked, and Carl wanted to return the boy.Regardless of whether they will develop other relationships in the future, there is no doubt that this blond boy rescued Carl from the panic of facing the shipwreck when he woke up, and Karl hopes to repay him-even if the blond boy never Be aware of this.

"Do you want to support me? You didn't have this plan when you saw my painting yesterday. Don't deny it. I think I'm still a very sensitive person, and it's not that I don't understand the ways of the world. What touched your mind tonight?" The blond boy turned his eyes back to Carl's face. In order to see Carl's expression clearly, he had to tilt his head back, revealing a fair and delicate skin on his neck, but Carl turned his eyes away with a smile on his lips.

"I feel guilty for you, Dawson." Carl's voice was very calm. Yes, he guided the blond boy whom he obviously liked yesterday with malice. Carl saw the moment in the boy's eyes when he saw Miss Rose. Bloom's amazement and fascination, and he used his dark thoughts to provoke the boy's adolescent heart full of longing.

"My name is……"

"I don't need to know your name." Carl interrupted the boy. Since he planned to use the boy, he absolutely didn't want to know the boy's intimate name.Although Karl is unscrupulous, he is not inhumane. If he remembers the boy's name in his heart, Karl decides that he will soften his heart. He will hope to break a straight man and kill his fiancée with one stone.

After all, the current American society and laws are very imperfect, and the death of a person is just a trivial matter.As long as an appropriate amount of money is needed, Karl can directly kill his fiancée and his fiancée's mother, and they don't have to get in the way in front of him.However, Karl didn't want to go this far, he hoped that he could maintain his bottom line.

"Okay, so where do you want to send me?"

"Paris Academy of Fine Arts, Repin Academy of Fine Arts, Florence Academy of Fine Arts, Royal Academy of Fine Arts, Hamburg Academy of Fine Arts... or other schools you like, as long as you want to go, I can do it." When Carl said these words Without any emotion of pride, the blond boy's eyes widened.

"That would cost a lot of money."

"It's just a small amount for me, do you want to go?"

"...Wait, I still don't understand, what did you do to make you feel guilty towards me?"

The sound of footsteps of "tap, tap, tap" came, and Karl saw the tearful Miss Rose from a distance, and she kept wiping away her tears.Carl bent down and buried his head. The sound of footsteps disappeared. Carl opened his eyes. He was so close to the blond boy that he could even see the golden eyelashes on the boy's eyes clearly.

"...Sorry, I'll leave for a while." Carl stood up suddenly, and the blond boy almost fell to the ground. He frowned and looked at Carl who disappeared quickly, and then found that the woman who just ran past was himself in the afternoon The beauty he saw, he ran over in a hurry.

Carl watched this scene from a distance, and immediately rushed to the police station, claiming that his fiancée was going to commit suicide by jumping into the sea.