[Titanic] How could the male lead be an angel

How could the hero be an angel 23

——>> "The girl in the first class and the poor boy in the third class, oh~ love across classes!"

Rebecca doesn't like artists who cut off their ears, so I can't say whether I like or not like Van Gogh's paintings, because I don't understand, of course, it's not that I don't understand what he painted, but that I don't understand what he wants to paint. express some emotion.

"Van Gogh only sold one painting before his death." Jack picked up the album and looked through a few, showing a regretful look while reading: "Until now, there are not many people who like his paintings, only a few of them. It would be even better to see his paintings instead of a picture book!"

From Jack's eyes, Rebecca read the feeling of sympathy: "Jack, are you also a painter?"

"Yes, a poor and wandering painter." Jack put down the booklet and looked at Rebecca, with a bright and clear smile: "Do you want to see my paintings, Rebecca?"

Without waiting for the girl in front of him to answer, Jack walked out of the library first: "Follow me!"

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Rebecca, who followed the familiar Jack to the third-class cabin, didn't feel anything wrong, as if she should follow him.

Jack's aura made Rebecca feel familiar and close. Before she met Carl, she was just like Jack. No, her life was worse than Jack's.

The third class cabin is much more lively and noisy than the first class cabin.Those who play the piano, sing around, wrestle, wrestle, play cards, smoke, throw sieves, play chess and read books. It looks like a large market, and there are people doing everything in it.

Jack led Rebecca through the shoulder-to-shoulder crowd. Afraid that her skirt would be inconvenient, he turned around and extended his hand to Rebecca.

Seeing Jack's paw stretched out towards her, Rebecca hesitated and gave him her hand.Jack just wanted to prevent her from falling, and he had no other ideas. If she was awkward, she would look hypocritical.

Rebecca, who was wearing a gorgeous long dress, caused people in the third class to look sideways, and some people even stopped what they were doing to look at Rebecca.

Her dress was incompatible with everything here, and everyone was guessing what she was here for. After seeing Jack and Rebecca holding hands, everyone naturally made up something in their brains.

The girl in the first class and the poor boy in the third class, oh~ love across classes!

A man in a dark blue bonnet stood on tiptoe in the crowd and waved in Jack's direction: "Jack! This way!"

Jack pulled Rebecca and squeezed over there, before being introduced, he was teased by the man with thick eyebrows and big eyes: "Jack, you are really amazing!"

"What are you talking about!" Jack smiled and slapped the man on the shoulder: "This lady just helped me in the library, otherwise I will be arrested and detained!"

The man was Jack's friend, an Italian named Fabrizio.Jack said he met him in Florence, and the two had a similar taste, and they traveled together.

"Hey! Who smells like you!"

Fabrizio jumped up at Jack's imprecise words, how could he say that in front of the girl!But it was ignored by both Jack and Rebecca.

"Have you ever been to Florence?"

"It's unbelievable, isn't it?" Jack didn't mind what others thought of him, and he didn't feel that the word 'poor' was disrespectful to him. He said generously: "It's normal for you to think so, a poor man, go Passed through Italy, boarded the Titanic in England, and now I’m going to New York..."

"Can you tell me about your travels?"

If she hadn't met Jack, Rebecca wouldn't have believed that poor people could live such a colorful life!He has been to Paris, Belgium, Provence, Rome, Venice...he has been to many, many places.

During the conversation, Rebecca learned that Jack's wish is to travel around the world. This wish sounds simple but difficult to do, let alone a young man with limited money like him.But Rebecca is very optimistic about Jack, he is positive and optimistic, and he can solve all difficulties, especially after seeing Jack's paintings, Rebecca thinks so.

"You will definitely become a great painter! Then there will be a touring exhibition all over the world!" Jack's paintings are very good, and the lines drawn by the lines of the people in the paintings seem to make people see real people.

Flipping through Jack's portfolio, Rebecca saw a nude girl with no clothes on... Unexpectedly, Jack has quite a taste.

Although with Carl... even though she knew it was part of art, Rebecca shyly closed the folder and returned it to Jack.

Jack raised his eyebrows at Rebecca: "Someday."

"Come on, come on, Nina! If you win this game, you will get five dollars!"

"Emily! Hard! Break her off! Hard! Emily! Show your strength!"

"Shut up! Don't distract me you big fool!"

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Next to the bench where Rebecca was sitting, two women were wrestling their arms, and five or six men and women gathered around their table to cheer. This kind of thing is absolutely unheard of in the first-class cabin, let alone seeing it, even thinking about it. I dare not think about it, a woman breaking her wrist?It is simply a fantasy!But women in the third class do not have this taboo. Instead of thinking that they are rude, men will think that women with strength are attractive.

Jack asked Rebecca if she wanted to give it a try, and if she won a game, she could get five dollars. Rebecca refused flatly, and Jack shook his head and teased Rebecca, "I almost forgot, little lady first class." Thin arms cannot withstand such torture."

Rebecca didn't care about Jack's jokes. She saw a dozen people in front of her densely forming a circle, and words like 'five o'clock big' and 'two o'clock small' came from the crowd.

"They're playing dice," Jack saw that Rebecca was interested, and acted as a striker to help Rebecca open the way: "Come here!"

Rebecca went to the gaming table, and Jack told her that the rules were very simple. One, two, three is small, four, five, six is ​​big, nothing else, and asked her if she wanted to gamble, Rebecca was eager to try, but suddenly thought of herself No money in the pockets... her dress had no pockets, and she had no handbags.

Embarrassed by Rebecca's bitter face, Jack took out the only ten dollars in his pocket and put them on the table: "This is all my belongings, Rebecca."

Jack patted Rebecca on the shoulder. This hand weighed a thousand catties, but Rebecca didn't realize so much about Jack's slap. Ten dollars was nothing to Carl.

In the third-class cabin, not only the gaming table is simply put together with two tables, but even the gambling equipment is very simple, using opaque plastic cups and cup lids, and the dice are just shaking in the cups.This kind of gambling is actually not considered gambling, it's just a small game, and the betting capital doesn't need a lot of capital, just one cent.

"Big!"

When Rebecca picked up all of Jack's belongings and bet all of them on the left table marked with 'big', Jack gasped.

God bless!

"inued"