It has to be said that using a life experience that Rose had never encountered before, like the original male lead, to impress her could definitely stir the heart of a naive young girl, but the consequence of doing so would be betraying the entire aristocratic class.
Admittedly, the Rose in front of him was very big, no, very white, no, that's not right either!
Forget it, never mind, that's the general idea!
Li Qingyuan forced himself to raise his gaze slightly and focus on Rose's face.
This woman was definitely doing it on purpose, wearing something like that to jump into the sea, who knows what she was thinking.
Eighteen-year-old Winslet was definitely at the peak of her beauty, completely the opposite of the round, spherical object she would become later.
The current Winslet, no, Rose!
Rose's figure was the kind of slightly chubby that men dream of, the kind where what should be fat is fat and what should be thin is thin. This kind of figure, which would definitely be called a stunning beauty in the Tang Dynasty, coupled with an evening dress that was almost * * , really made it difficult to concentrate.
Fortunately, as a middle-aged man with a psychological age of nearly forty, Li Qingyuan had already passed the age of youthful vigor, and with great perseverance, he controlled himself, trying to appear nonchalant.
"This poem is something I just came up with while looking at the starry sky, I never thought I would encounter such a beautiful lady at this time!"
"Rose DeWitt Bukater, it's a pleasure to meet you!" Compared to other people's discrimination against Orientals, this silly, sweet Rose didn't have that kind of prejudice, but instead happily extended her hand and introduced herself to Li Qingyuan.
After all, in her perception, artists who can write such a beautiful poem are worthy of respect and admiration.
"Qingyuan Li, Miss Rose, it's a pleasure to meet you too!" Grasping Rose's fair little hand, Li Qingyuan revealed a harmless smile.
The two quickly started chatting about so-called poetry and art. Although he felt that those poems written by Westerners, could they even be called poems? But that didn't prevent him from fooling this silly, sweet little girl.
At any rate, he was a legendary struggling writer. He was naturally very familiar with these written things. He would probably seem vulnerable when encountering those literary masters, but it was more than enough to fool a noble young lady like Rose!
"Let life be beautiful like summer flowers, and death like autumn leaves," Rose murmured the two lines of poetry she had just asked Li Qingyuan, instantly feeling like she was about to get wet.
To be able to write such moving language, this poet from Qing Dynasty immediately gave her a feeling of regretting not meeting him before she was married.
There was no helping it, literary young women, especially girls like Rose who had not experienced the beatings of society, always held many unrealistic fantasies.
If Li Qingyuan's mission in this world was to take down Rose, then he could now declare the mission complete.
It's just a pity that his mission was so outrageous, so he could only push Rose, who was about to stick to him, away with regret, keeping a little distance between them.
There was no helping it, he still needed this silly, sweet girl and her fiancé's connections to smooth things over for him, so he could only reluctantly part with the love and keep the meat that was delivered to his door out.
Only then did Miss Rose, who had been pushed away, realize how frivolous her behavior had been. Although as a British person, she didn't value matters between men and women as much as Orientals did, it was indeed a bit presumptuous to do that when she had just met the other party.
"Um, I just wanted to discuss poetry culture with you!" Rose decided to salvage some points for her rash behavior, at least not let this distant Eastern poet think of her as a frivolous woman.
"Miss Rose, your understanding of poetry makes me admire you. A knowledgeable woman like you, I think you can't find a second one in all of London!" Admittedly, he couldn't directly spur his horse and whip it for the smooth completion of the mission, but it didn't cost money to say a few nice words, maybe he wanted to use her to change his taste after he completed the mission in two days!
The awkward atmosphere between the two was immediately swept away, and they sat down hand in hand on the bench to study the so-called poetry.
"Mr. Qingyuan, I found the person you're looking for!" A panting Jack ran up from below deck. Just now, he had used his specialty to learn the location of the black market merchant on the ship from the Gypsy girl, and immediately rushed back at a hundred-meter sprint, preparing to find that sucker for the reward.
You must know that the total area of the Titanic is close to an ordinary township. Jack was able to find his mission target in such a short time, it can only be said that he is indeed the Son of Destiny in the plot.
It's just that when he saw Rose sitting side by side with Li Qingyuan, he suddenly felt like something important in his life had been taken away.
"Hello, beautiful lady, my name is Jack Dawson, it's a pleasure to meet you!" Jack quickly straightened out his disheveled appearance due to running, and then greeted Rose with the most perfect smile.
Rose raised her head and nodded lightly. Her mind was now full of the poems that Li Qingyuan had just told her. If it weren't for her good upbringing over the years, she wouldn't want to pay attention to this guy who suddenly popped out.
"I am…" Seeing that Rose was quite indifferent to him, Jack quickly raised his voice, preparing to start his pick-up mode.
Of course, this girl seemed to have a fiancé, and she happened to be a first-class passenger, and she also seemed to have some affection for his new employer.
But!
What's the problem with that?
How could he, Jack. Silver Gun. Thirty years of professional appliance repair. Dawson, give up the goal because of such a small difficulty.
"Jack, what do you think is the most thought-provoking sentence in Shelley's Ode to the West Wind?" Seeing that this bastard Jack actually wanted to pry at the corner in person, Li Qingyuan asked calmly.
"Ah… Ah… Shelley… Shelley's West Wind?" Jack was immediately speechless. He had secretly learned a decent sketching technique relying on his talent, and he did pretend to be a wandering painter outside all day long, and he could indeed hook up with many ignorant young girls.
But you tell him what Shelley or Byron is?
Do you think he looks like he has the money to go to school?
"If I were a dead leaf thou mightest bear; If I were a swift cloud to fly with thee!" Although Jack didn't know, Rose, as a literary young woman, immediately replied.
"I like these two lines of Shelley's poem the most, they are simply the sweetest interpretation of love!"
Looking at the two guys who were spouting weird words, Jack felt that his worldview had been attacked.
Could that dog-shit sentence also be called a poem?