[Comprehensive Classics] Traveled all over Europe to demolish CP

Chapter49 "Titanic" thief ship,

"I'm free, ma'am, but I'm going to die too." When Katyusha let go of Eric, he leaned against the wall weakly, as if afraid that he would fall to the ground immediately.

Katyusha hurriedly supported him, feeling faintly that his paper-pale face was even paler than before.

"What nonsense, Eric," she said in the tone of a conversation with Seryozha.

These soft, comforting words made Eric stagger back one after another.After a long silence, he walked to a reclining chair with weak steps, sighed, and then fell into the chair.

Panting heavily, he said word by word, "I'm going to die, ma'am... I've never been afraid of death, and I've even gotten used to death being a part of life..."

"Did you sing with your life, Eric?" Katyusha supported his shoulder and said bitterly.

"No, ma'am, it's not just about singing...I died for love..." He raised his head with difficulty, a pair of golden eyes were filled with tears in the dark eye sockets, "I love you, ma'am, I can't extricate myself from it! Even after 31 years, even today, even if I know that you have a decent husband and a lovely son, I still love you! I have only kissed twice in my life, and both times were given to me by you...it was me Your first kiss is also a farewell kiss..."

He supported Katyusha's shoulders, and slowly straightened up his tall and thin body, as if following a certain ritual, so serious and solemn.His body and voice trembled like leaves in the autumn wind, but he continued to say: "I thought about keeping you here desperately, and never letting you leave my side...but I can't, ma'am , You gave me freedom, I can't deprive you of your freedom, I can't show you the slightest disrespect, and I can't let a boy lose his mother's love at a young age, just like Eric in his childhood... "Speaking of this, Eric has been sobbing.

"I didn't expect you to cry more and more after 31 years, Eric."

"But you are becoming more and more beautiful and charming..." He buried his withered and pale face on Katyusha's shoulder, and said dejectedly, "Now, I won't die right away... Let me be happy Cry quickly, madam..."

Katyusha stroked his back, comforting the sobbing ghost.She patted and comforted gently, and after a long time, Eric said again: "I am a dog willing to give my life for you, that's all, madam! I missed your wedding, this The gold ring is for you, as a wedding present for you and Mr. This ring is his constant thoughts and blessings for you."

Before Katyusha could speak, the ghost whose face gradually returned to calm said again: "All the organs have been arranged, and you can leave here safely and smoothly. Now, I am very happy and very happy, madam, because I will take your Sympathy and love are gone, Eric will not be alone on the road to death."

His lipless, skeletal mouth was slightly parted in a sincere, relieved smile that lit up that hideous face, a smile that made him seem peaceful and serene...

He turned around gracefully like a dance master, and slowly walked towards his bedroom, towards his bed, and towards his resting place... The ghost's black cloak swayed slightly behind him, like light wings , like a fluttering butterfly...

She left the underground palace of ghosts as if in a dream.

The days that followed were stable, quiet, comfortable and lacking in changes, just like Katyusha was used to.

In Seryozha's year, she was no longer Baozi and transmigrated into "Letter from an Unknown Woman" again. Fortunately, she had reached some agreement with the evergreen family in the financial world-the Rothschild family before transmigrating. Deposit a large amount of funds in Rothschild Bank, and no matter who it is, they can withdraw money with a password.Therefore, even if she transmigrated into another world, she still has no worries about food and clothing.

She traveled more and more times, but also became more and more confused and helpless.

She seemed to never grow old and never die.

But life is meaningful because of death.

Why do hummingbirds flap their wings so fast?Because of its short lifespan.But the 8-year-old tortoise, the king of the millennium, was almost motionless.

If a person has a long and endless future, it is equivalent to having no future.

Anyway, there is still tomorrow, and I can do whatever I want any day.The endless years will make people lose the momentum to struggle and make people not cherish.

Women have those days every month, and the heroine of this article sometimes feels sorry for herself.

"What sorrow has befallen you, miss?"

"It's hard to say. Can you comfort me?" She didn't look up, and didn't even notice whether the speaker was a man or a woman.

That person racked his brains and said a lot, trying to explain her, but she was always frowning.

"Can I comfort you in another way, Miss?"

"Please."

"Life is actually very simple. If you don't want to live, just die. If you don't want to die, just be patient. If you don't want to live in pain, then try to make yourself happy."

The drooping head lifted instantly, and she said in great surprise: "Ah, I was completely cured! Thank you!" Isn't this what she used to comfort others?

"There is something more healing, do you want to hear it?"

"want!"

"Life is alive, it is inevitable that there will be times when you are lost, lost and painful, but as long as you read more, think more, travel more and experience more, you will find—"

"Find what?" Her eyes widened.

"—You deserve it." The man chuckled, and quickly added, "If I offend you, miss, please forgive me."

"No no no, no offense at all! On the contrary, your words are so healing!"

She held the man's hand gratefully, instantly full of positive energy, and didn't even care whether she would time travel again, where she would travel to, or which cheating character she would become through time travel.

"Rose? Rose! Why are you here?"

Huh?This voice seems to be directed at yourself?

A tall and handsome man walked over in a hurry. With the heroine's experience of traveling and crossing in the European continent, one could tell at a glance that he came from a noble family.Only generations of aristocrats could cultivate such grace, panache, and hasty but unflustered steps.

"Leaving the meeting halfway, it's too rude!" The man held the hat under his arm, and pulled her with the other hand.

She subconsciously took a step back.

"Rose DeWitt Bukett! Can you cause less trouble and let me live more comfortably! I'm not your enemy, I'm your fiancé!"

Nani? ? ?

She tentatively called, "Carl?"

"Hmph, go back quickly." It was another cool, handsome and domineering man with a strong desire to control himself.Why do you always meet this kind of man during the journey?God of time travel, can't you give me a gentle and considerate family man?

and many more……

Nima is wearing it again!

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Chapter50 follow the heart, love each other and run,

"I'm sorry, Carl, I'm not in a good mood, can you let me be alone for a while," her pink-orange lips slightly raised, making a smile with impeccable manners.

Carl, who was ready to endure his fiancée's complaints and quarrels, was taken aback for a moment. After hesitating for a minute, he took his hat, cane and gloves and returned to the brightly lit and well-dressed hall.

Rose - she got into character quickly - sighed and cast her eyes on the empty and endless sea.

The waves on the sea are like silk and satin shining with lightning.The sky was cloudless, and the stars were like crystal white sugar sprinkled on black velvet.

"You look as if you are going to merge with this clear and clear sea and sky, miss." The voice that rescued her from the mourning sounded from behind, soft and crisp.

"Rose DeWitt Bukett, just call me Rose." She held on to the white-painted railing that stands out in the night, her head and body turned sideways, and every line conveyed music Like the rhythm, "What's your name, a psychologist who can see through people's hearts?"

"Jack Dawson, please call me Jack." The boy smiled slightly, his small but bright eyes narrowed into two crescent moons, and the lying silkworms under the eyelids made him even more cute, "I can't be called a psychologist, Rose, Maybe I just saw through you?"

It was Jack Dawson.

——Even if the person in front of her is the hero of the Titanic Thief Ship, for Rose at this time, there is no difference between following someone who meets by chance.

It's not that Jack has no characteristics and stands out from everyone, but that her experience is rich enough, and her mood is calm and peaceful enough.

At this moment, if she travels back to the previous world, if she goes back to "Pride and Prejudice", "Jane Eyre", "La Traviata", "Phantom of the Opera", "Resurrection" and "Anna Carleni" Na", she will no longer be deliberate and hypocritical when dealing with those cannon fodder and male gods.

——Just do what you want, even if you know the so-called history and plot in advance, it will not change her normal heart, nor will it change her attitude.

"Is it that easy to see through me, Jack?" Rose's tone and demeanor were not particularly enthusiastic, and certainly not cold, just like facing all the young people who came to strike up a conversation, not because the person in front of her was Jack and not Don't be hypocritical or deliberately change just because you know the plot.

"Because your experience is too complicated, it's easier to see through, Rose." The boy brushed his blond hair that was disheveled by the sea breeze. A pair of sky blue eyes that have been through vicissitudes, but are still pure, happy and kind.

She suddenly remembered the state in martial arts novels: after the internal strength reaches a certain level, the eyes will be like lightning, looking forward to give birth to power, and continue to practice. .

"Can I give you back the exact words?"

Jack laughed loudly, and his beautiful, curved blue eyes seemed to say, "So I was seen through, too."

Rose found herself laughing along with his crisp, soft voice.

They chatted for a long time - Jack is a natural optimist, he groped in the dye vat of society, turned suffering and hardship into a family in the world amidst laughter, regarded suffering and hard work as fun and enjoyment, Difficult earning a living has turned into good wine, full of worldly wisdom, but still as clear as a sparkling diamond—this made Rose, who has also struggled in this world for many years, feel a bosom friend.

Rose knew that she would soon leave the water and sky on the deck and return to the music, lights, scents and insincere laughter of high society.

Although it is still difficult for her to like such occasions, Rose has learned to respect, understand, and tolerate:

For nobles and ladies who have no worries about food and clothing, how to fill the spiritual emptiness without making friends or comparing each other?

How would high society ladies pass the time and have fun without dinner parties and dances?

Without the constraints of external etiquette and rules, how can one circle be distinguished from another?

She may not like it, but she must understand it.

She can not participate, but can not disrespect.

Because this is the world of mortals, this is all living beings.

She is transparent, she is sober, but she cannot force everyone to understand like her.

Rose is now able to insist on herself and respect her true heart while minimizing friction and conflicts with society.

She has embarked on the road of "doing what she wants without breaking the rules", and this road will not end even if she reincarnates a thousand times or ten thousand times.

Even if her hard work, her struggles, and her relatives and friends will return to zero every time she travels through time, at least those experiences, the traces of those sufferings, and those memories are still there...

At this time, although she kept changing her identity, she had already understood who she was during the long time travel, reincarnation and travel.

She was Jane Bennet, she was Marguerite Gautier, she was Ekaterina Karenina, she was Rose DeWitt Bukett...she could be anyone, she could be It is vegetation, fish, insects, birds and beasts, it can be anyone, and at the same time it is myself...

"Good night, Jack."

"Good night, Rose, cherish every day."

The next morning, while the men and women of the upper class were still trying to catch up on the previous night's fun, Jack was already sitting in the bright and clear sunshine, holding a charcoal pencil and moving his brush like flying on the sketch paper.

There are people coming and going on the deck, noisy and noisy, and the young people in the third-class cabin are chatting with each other.

The shadow of the little girl's cufflinks needs to be more smudged...

Jack raised his head and had a panoramic view of this wonderful "father and daughter embracing picture", and suddenly he was stunned.

On the deck, a young and attractive young lady came slowly.

Her long copper-colored hair was styled neatly and neatly, with playful rings of fluff at the temples and the back of her head.The orange tube-style long skirt wraps the girl's plump and slim body, and the small white shawl makes her outfit more layered... That young and delicate face is indescribably lively and kind...

Rose came towards him, as if she was being carried by the wind.

"Good morning, Jack."

"Good morning, Rose! You are more beautiful than last night. May I use you as a model for a portrait?"

"You're welcome." She sat down on the recliner beside Jack and chatted with him happily.

In her time-traveled eyes, Jack was still a child.A child's admiration at his own beauty did not concern Rose in the slightest.

It feels like the way Tianshan Child Elder and Xu Zhu get along...

Soon, Rose's portrait was completed.She was terribly curious, not knowing how her image would be interpreted...

"...What an ordinary portrait, Jack. Apart from the gorgeous facial features and friendly smile, there is nothing special about it..." Rose flipped through the portfolio in disappointment, "Frankly speaking, compared with your other works, it's really amazing. Not excellent!"

Jack shrugged with a smile and said: "If I can show your uniqueness in such a small space, then I must have heard the oracle. You are so unique, Rose, so unique that it is almost ordinary... ...This kind of unique, experienced wisdom can easily be regarded as ordinary..." He described it with some difficulty.

"I see what you mean, Jack, thank you, you can really read people's hearts." Rose closed the folder.

She had to talk to Andrew and Captain Smith.

Rose would not tell him that the Titanic was doomed—it would do him no good except to be thought crazy—she would do her best to remind them of the ice packs this season and the fact that the Titanic was too big to survive. The rudder is too small, and there are binoculars for the lookout.

When things happen, even if the ship is not called "Titanic", Rose will do the same thing—isn't it natural and right to remind the captain and crew when a problem is found?

Rose did everything she could. She couldn't just watch more than 2200 lives sink into the abyss without doing anything, but if the Titanic was destined to be silent, she would not force and criticize.

After lunch, Rose and Jack met again unexpectedly on the deck.She had changed her dress in accordance with the etiquette, but Jack was still in his old clean brown overcoat.

"It is said that the ladies of the upper class are used to taking a nap, Rose." Jack said jokingly.

"Women have the right to make their own decisions." Rose tit-for-tat with a smile, "To be honest, I hate bright sunshine and bright sunny days, because no matter what you do on such a beautiful day, it feels like you've let it down. "

"Don't you hope that every day is cloudy, foggy, and stormy?" Jack opened his blue eyes like a clear sky.

"...It's better to have a sunny day." Rose thought for a while, and replied solemnly, "What do you usually choose to live up to 'cherish a sunny day'?"

"In such sunny weather, we can go on a roller coaster ride that makes our hearts and stomachs fly out of our throats almost at the same time; we can go to an open-air bistro to drink as much bad beer as we want, and occasionally drink it until we vomit. does not matter……"

Jack's enthusiastic description evokes Rose's long-lasting memories—at that time, she hadn't traveled through time; at that time, she was just the most ordinary student in the 21st century; at that time, she...

"I'm still a little envious of you, Jack." Rose said in a trance.

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