[Comprehensive Classics] Traveled all over Europe to demolish CP

Chapter53 The big dream wakes up, my heart is eternal,

Finding that the person she loves also loves her is the strangest happiness that Rose has experienced for the first time in many years.

Outside the window, the sharp blade sliced ​​through the sapphire mirror-like ocean surface, the propeller stirred the dark blue sea water, and the light blue lace rolled from the stern of the ship.

In the wheelhouse, the proud Captain John Edward Smith stared at the sea ahead.It's nice to get a Blue Piao to show off, though a quick-and-dirty tactic might lower the image of the company and him.

At this moment, a room in the first class cabin was filled with passion and warmth.

Two equally young and fresh bodies, and two equally wandering, vicissitude-stricken, but still optimistic souls interweave an ecstatic movement.

"I'm flying, Jack..."

The night outside the window is getting darker, the fog on the deck is getting thicker, and the stars seem to be soaked in water.The surface of the sea is calm and waveless, and the thin ripples are not flickering.

Suddenly, the starry sky outside the window shook as if reflected in the water.A strange sound of metal scraping penetrated into her ears, but the slight sound made her heart stop beating.

Still... in vain.

Rose's slender and curved eyebrows furrowed tightly with almost imperceptible shaking.

"The Titanic is probably in trouble." Rose used her hot and weak arms to prop herself up from the bed, "Please give me the clothes, Jack."

Jack tilted his head, his face full of innocence and doubt.However, he noticed Rose's expression sensitively, strictly demanded himself according to the standard of a loyal dog and a good man, and obeyed the goddess' instructions obediently.

"Thank goodness, at least I don't have to wear tights anymore," she murmured, as if comforting herself, slipped on a long skirt, and went out to call the maid, "Judy, bring me a suit of men's clothes." , coats, shirts and trousers, and milk chocolate and desserts, the more the merrier."

"Didn't you always refuse high-calorie foods, Miss?" Judy curtseyed, obediently obeying like Jack.

She retreated into the room, leaned on the shoulder of Jack who was dressed quickly, and said wearily, "I have a strong sense of foreboding, Jack."

"Maybe God destined our journey to be a little more colorful and memorable, who knows?" He stroked Rose's long hair that was unkempt for some reason, "I'll tie it up for you, honey. "

He took a brush-shaped comb from the dressing table, sat behind Rose, and combed a large handful of copper-like curls in his hand with a more attentive attitude than painting.

"Do you believe the Titanic will sink, Jack?" Rose asked faintly.

"Before the Titans were driven into Tartarus by Zeus, they still thought they were invincible and invincible." Jack said briskly, continuing the work in hand.

Although sitting behind her, it did not prevent Rose from imagining his cute appearance with a row of teeth and two dimples.

There was a knock on the door, and Judy said politely outside the door: "The men's clothes, chocolates and desserts you want are all ready, miss."

On the tray were not only the chocolates and desserts that Rose had requested, but Judy also thoughtfully prepared steaming black tea.

Rose grabbed a handful of chocolates and stuffed them into Judy's hands, not allowing the little maid to refuse.

Even though she is just a small butterfly, she can't fight against fate by flapping her thin wings desperately, but at least under the circumstances within her ability, her reminder and help may make a person, even a person, rise from the monstrous giant. Under the wheel of waves and fate, one life was recovered.

"Jack, eat."

"I'm in tears of gratitude." Jokes and humor didn't affect Jack's speed in the slightest, and the chocolate and pastry dwindled with astonishing speed.

The appearance of him chewing desperately is as cute as a white rabbit chewing carrots.

"Don't choke, Jack, have a cup of hot tea."

Rose tried to eat the chocolate—even if it was bitterly sweet in her mouth—and stuffed what she couldn't finish into her pockets.

"Come with me, Jack, and don't ask anything."

"Of course, even if hell is right around the corner."

The young couple, who didn't even have time to confess their love to each other, hurried out onto the deck holding hands.

The tranquility or bustle of the past was no longer seen on the deck, and the crowd like ants were noisy and yelling.

Even in a panic, many people are quick to carry or carry their suitcases—they expect to rescue their property.

The couple saw Ruth and Karl on the deck where the lifeboat was placed.Even in their bulky white lifejackets, they are elegant, haughty and poised.

Rose took Jack's hand and slipped quietly behind them.At this time, Rufu seemed to feel something, she turned her head suddenly, her translucent light blue eyes stared like a pair of glass balls, and she shouted hoarsely: "Rose, leave that boy alone, come up quickly! The lifeboat I'm about to let it go!"

Rose paused, and continued to drag Jack towards the stern.

Rufu's always dignified face showed hysterical anxiety, and she hurriedly shouted: "Rose! Where are you going? Get on the boat!"

"I'm sorry, Mom." Rose turned her head, smiled brightly, blew a kiss to Ruf, left her eyes to Carl, then squeezed Jack's hand, and disappeared into the dense and noisy crowd with him.

Stars twinkled across the North Atlantic, echoing the warm yellowish light that radiated from the Titanic's windows.White smoke was steaming from four tall chimneys in yellow and black.Suddenly, three of them suddenly let out a deafening roar.

It is exactly the same as the special effects shots in the movie, even more detailed and realistic, and more thrilling.

The closest ship to the Titanic, at full power, would not arrive until four hours later.

The couple struggled to move forward on an increasingly crowded deck.

For the maiden voyage of the Titanic, White Star gathered the best musicians at sea.

On the deck, the band is still playing, as if in the Golden Hall of Vienna, playing wholeheartedly.

Another distress rocket is launched, and the night sky is filled with fireworks, though it can only be futile, a final funeral and a dirge.

Red, white, clouds generally draw traces that quickly dissipate in the night.

Everything will disappear in an instant, music, fine wine, glory, dreams... everything you pursue in life is like a castle in the air, and will disappear at any time.

The dream that is within reach is wiped out in the blink of an eye.

Countless kissing relatives and lovers were separated, and countless waving hands swayed in the cold air.

In the face of catastrophe, the good and evil of human nature are infinitely magnified.The sorrow and joy, kindness, tranquility, out of control, cunning and self-restraint in the depths of human nature all fall into Rose's lake-like eyes.

The chief mate who committed suicide, the captain who kept his duty, the designer who repented and refused to leave, the old couple who hugged each other affectionately and died together, the loving mother who kissed the child lightly and whispered fairy tales, the performance of protecting human dignity until the last moment at the scene of the disaster Everyone, every calmness about death, every stubbornness about conscience, flashed like a revolving lantern in front of Rose.

Although she has seen and experienced too many life and death, at this moment, she can't help but be moved.

The two trudged up the gradually sloping deck, as if climbing an increasingly steeper and steeper mountain.

They were the first to react, leaving the main force behind.

The mighty crowd behind them is like a pilgrimage team.As if reaching the destination, you can be redeemed.

"We must stay on board as long as possible." Jack's brows were tightly frowned, and his expression was firm, even a bit desperate to kill anyone who stands in my way.However, when he saw Rose's calm eyes, the ferocious look disappeared like the haze dissipating in the clear sky. He grinned and said, "You must be a prophet, a witch who can divination, Rose."

When Jack and Rose walked to the stern, they found that the sanctuary of the stern was almost deserted.

They gripped the railing tightly.

"Isn't that where we met again, dear?" Jack rubbed her hair.

"It seems that the stern of the boat is a good place to cultivate feelings." Rose put her free right hand around Jack's waist.

"So much so that I fell in love with you at first sight." Jack said leisurely, "You stand here, so fragile, yet so strong; so hopeless, yet so optimistic."

"I see you're getting better at sweet talk, Jack. Seems like the stern is still a good place for romance."

"Let's make love, then." He leaned his smooth, beardless chin into the hollow of her neck, and said coquettishly, "I love you, Rose."

"I love you too, Jack."

The bow kept sinking, while the stern rose slowly.The sea was pressing on every step, and the huge chimneys collapsed one after another, smashing the unfortunate people who had no time to escape into the water.

The panic-robbed passengers scrambled to jump down, splashing white foam like white lotuses blooming everywhere.

The sea seemed to boil.

At this time, a deep voice appeared powerful and calm amidst the hustle and bustle.

"Though I have walked through the valley of death..." A priest wore a black robe with a collar tightly buttoned to his chin, and a tweed cap on his head. He walked solemnly and steadily, as if he was about to attend a grand mass.

"Holy Virgin Mary, please pray for us." The tilt of the hull forced him to stop, and the round wooden table became a support.His folded hands under the hem of his clothes were grabbed by many people.

The pastor raised his head high and chanted loudly: "At the moment of our death, Virgin Mary."

Many knelt beside him, clasped their hands, crossed their fingers, or made the sign of the sign of the cross over their chests.They wept and sobbed and prayed and hoped.Another hand was put into the priest's, and the priest took the trembling hand they had reached out hopelessly.

Faith that had been wiped out was revived in these frenzied hearts, and they prayed for the blessing of the gods like crazy.And the pastor in front of him is the spokesperson of the gods.

"I see a new heaven and a new earth." The pastor's big hand with well-defined bones and bulging blood vessels calmly held the hands of believers.Kneeling at his feet looking up and praying, there are middle-aged people with beards, gray-haired old men wearing rimless glasses, and women wrapped in brown-gray headscarves... The expressions on people's faces are all fear and pious.

"The previous heaven and earth are gone." He closed the black-covered Bible with one hand, tucked his thumb in the pages of the book, and firmly held a slender wrist with the other.

"The sea also disappeared." He freed one hand and tightly held the round table behind him.The round table was fixed on the deck, and his silhouette was clearly reflected on the table.The priest's prayer, like a sharp sword of light splitting the darkness, cut through the beehive-like crowd.

"He lives with people."

Rose buried her head in Jack's chest.

"Men become his subjects."

Her hands gripped Jack's straps tightly.

"God will be with them and be their God."

Jack was literally with her.They are each other's last and most solid support.

"God will wipe away their tears." The pastor raised his head higher, trying to calm down the trembling and choking of his voice, "There will be no more death, no more crying and sorrow, and no more pain..."

God will not save the boat.

——Gods don’t owe this world anything, so why ask the gods to save them?

Man has no right to force others to do good, and neither can he force gods.

Instead of seeking God's blessing, it is better to follow the guidance of the heart and let fate arrange.

There were terrified screams and dying cries everywhere... But at this moment, Rose could only hear Jack's heart beating like a drum.

Every window is struggling to let out light, sometimes bright and sometimes dark, flickering and flickering, like the last struggle of human nature.

The lights sprinkled on the sea, like countless golden candles dancing.

The keel could not support the weight of the hull, and the Titanic snapped in the middle.The rear part of the boat fell heavily into the sea like a seesaw, and after a short time, it stood upright again faster and faster.

After arduous trekking, the people who finally reached the stern of the ship bumped and slid into the sea on obstacles such as railings, tables, chairs and houses, like sitting on a slide.

Finally—the last moment.

The bow was completely upright.

"Quick, Rose, quick! Hold on to my hand!" Jack quickly jumped over the railing and climbed to the outside of the railing, "Grab my hand and climb over here!"

They dived towards the surface of the sea, or rather, the sea opened its mouth wide and rushed towards them.

The sound of heaven and earth cracking continued, one after another, the whole world trembled, and her lungs were filled with sea water.Rose struggled desperately to keep herself afloat.Just then, almost inconceivably, the starry sky overhead was seen again.

"Rose! Rose!" Jack called eagerly not far away.He got a quick response.

She punched the man who tried to use her as a levitator, fighting like a vicious little beast.Jack immediately recognized the masked, water-streaked, tear-stained face, and the green eyes that were burning like fire.

They swam with difficulty, threw themselves into each other's arms, and hugged each other tightly, as if they would never let go.

The low-hanging night looks elegant and holy, shining with silver light, cool and quiet, making people feel that such a scene can only appear in the poet's dream.

The sea that had been calm for less than half a minute became noisy again.

"Come back! Come back!"

"Lifeboat back! We need help!"

"For God's sake... Hurry up and save us..." The sailors who fell into the water blowing whistles, desperately calling for the lifeboats that were sailing away.

No movement of the lifeboat was seen.

"These people are wasting energy." Jack looked around calmly, and whispered in Rose's ear, "It will only speed up the consumption of calories." His breath condensed into a cloud of white mist around her ear.

"That's right, they will come back to save us anyway, there are still a lot of vacant seats on the lifeboat." Rose said decisively, "Although they are afraid that the people who fell into the water will frantically rush towards the lifeboat like hyenas fighting for food, but wait for people to freeze to death." After the weather is almost over, there will always be someone with a conscience who will come back. All we need to do now is to try not to be frozen to death, and to wait."

"I find that you have the potential of a queen more and more: a burst of blood, a loud voice, a calm and cold analysis, and a trade-off of pros and cons." This witty remark earned Rose a roll of eyes and a smile.

In an instant, countless self-help methods flashed through her mind, but she was soaked in the icy North Atlantic sea water, shivering from the cold, completely powerless.

Rose hung her head.

When she raised her head again, a smile that Jack was not familiar with appeared on her cold and pale face.

This is a determined, determined smile.

"I can't move, Jack... you climb up to the wainscoting and... pull me up..."

"This makeshift shelter...is really amazing! The exquisite carvings rival the Queen's throne."

"It's just that these carvings are too exquisite." She felt the delicate, raised flower branches pattern on the wainscoting, and found it more and more difficult to lift her hands.

"Come up, Rose, and give me your hand."

"It's...too cold..." Rose tried to climb up, "I...my hands and feet are frozen...I can't move..."

"I'll push you up." Jack was about to jump down, but was stopped by Rose's stern and cruel eyes.

"If you try to get off this wainscot, I'll drown myself in no time."

Jack raised his head and looked at her aggrieved.

Those charming eyes blinked, and Rose's heart softened in an instant. She reluctantly stretched out her unconscious hand, held Jack and said, "Don't worry...my...my fat layer is thick."

"I... thought we could stay... as long as possible on the boat..." The cold wind in the North Atlantic late at night made Jack's teeth chatter.

"No... I didn't expect the Titanic to sink so... so fast..."

"Didn't you always... complain about your thick fat layer..." Jack lay on his back next to Rose, "Although no man would... agree with your point of view...now you finally don't have to despise them."

"Yes... yes, I'm... grateful..." Rose stuffed a piece of chocolate into Jack's mouth, "Shut... shut up, eat... eat chocolate."

"Wait a minute... look, my venerable rival... is... paddling... the poor... wretch trying to climb into the lifeboat..."

"...Do you... eat or not?"

"I do... my... my queen..."

"... Is there... a queen who... has her teeth... trembling all the time?"

"When...of course...and also...special...very attractive..." His blond short eyebrows rose and fell as the tone of his voice changed.Although his face was stiff from the cold, he was still very expressive.

Chocolate provided the heat, but it was still hard to beat the cold North Atlantic.

Rose felt that the contents of the cranial cavity were all frozen, the connections between the nerve cells were all icy slag, and her thinking stopped functioning, only the jaws kept knocking, and the sound she made was absolutely rhythmic and pleasant. Beautiful.

Life is passing.

Her consciousness seemed to gradually separate from the body soaked in ice water, becoming clearer and clearer.

The seas of the North Atlantic were quiet again—most of those who called for help were frozen to death.Their stiff faces were pale as marble, their stiff skins were covered with frost, and their irises turned a cloudy gray.Like carved from marble, or even from ice.But there was a smile on the corner of his mouth—this is the expression of a person who freezes to death.

The corpses on the sea surface are like duckweed and water lilies on the water surface, covering this sea area.

Everything is silent, the sea is frozen and the sky is cold.

Thousands of stars dotted the desolate night sky.

It's only April now, but the night sky over the North Atlantic is so bright.

"Don't fall asleep... Rose..." Jack moved his fingers with difficulty, and he held Rose's face that had no warmth at all, "Otherwise...otherwise..."

"Shut up..." She took a breath of cold air with difficulty, trying to establish her majesty, "Your life...has just begun, Jack...there is an infinitely broad...world, and infinitely rich...possibilities... ...Life is so, so short...You must live happily and happily...No matter what you encounter in the future, no matter...whether I am by your side or not...you must live well. Promise me now, forever Don't give up your promise to me..."

She couldn't hear Jack's answer.

For Rose, sometimes ten years, 20 years, 30 years... are just a matter of fingers, but the short three days with Jack are more like a lifetime.

She knew that she was going to die.

She understood that the reincarnation ended here.

Her consciousness seems to have entered another time and space, another dimension... Everything that she experienced during her lifetime unfolded in her consciousness in a brand new form:

The love of her parents, the love of her classmates...Miss Bingley's jealousy, Mr. Darcy's longing for her from his helplessness at the beginning to the endless pain...This kind of longing makes her empathize with her, and it is difficult to resist...Mr. Rochester Crazy, obsessed and grateful... Armand's weakness and heartbreak... Eric's loyalty and persistence... Karenin's grief after losing her suddenly awakened... Nekhludoff's confession... Jack's...

Looking back on these reincarnations, the feelings that her actions brought to others reflect her own, empathizing with her. The emotions of countless people superimpose, interweave and conflict with each other, spreading in her consciousness.

It turns out that this is the so-called heaven and hell.If a person makes great merits and makes others feel grateful and happy, then there will be heaven after death; if he harms others, the pain suffered by others will be reflected exactly on himself, just like hell.

She floats up and down in other people's minds.

At this time, a familiar voice slowly rose from the depths of her consciousness, shouting in a low voice:

The sea of ​​suffering is boundless, turn back to the shore!

The author has something to say: the next chapter will be unfolded by God!Everyone HOLD live!

In fact, after writing this, the girls should have guessed in which direction God will unfold...