"Is anyone still alive? Hear it, please answer! ”

Monet was awakened by a rough man's shouts and the sound of the sea breeze, but he almost fainted again when he saw the scene around him, because he was still in his small but warm bedroom before going to sleep, how could he wake up and soak in the cold seawater? What's going on? And why are there a bunch of guys around who are wearing life jackets like themselves, but who are clearly frozen to death? There was a lifeboat not far away, and the man in the bow of the ship wearing an officer's uniform and shouting should be the one who had just woken him up.

W-Where is this? Is this a crossing?

But it's obvious that now is not the time to think about this, because if you continue to soak like this, you have to hang up, maybe the reason why you can cross over is because the original owner of this body has already hung up.

Alas, people who crossed their predecessors were directly worn to the princely generals, why did they not only wear an ordinary person, but also almost hung up as soon as they came out? That's a bad start, isn't it? You can give you a dog or a knife......

Shaking his head vigorously to shake off these messy thoughts, Monet immediately shouted loudly: "Help! Who's going to save me! ”

Hearing Monet's shout, the crew immediately commanded the sailors: "Quick, row over, there are still people alive there!" ”

The crew rescued Monet into the lifeboat and wrapped him in a blanket, and then asked him with concern: "Sir, are you okay?" ”

"I'm fine, thank you for saving me!" Monet replied gratefully, he was absolutely sincere in his words, because if it had been a little later, he would have really froze to death......

"It's our duty, okay sir, you have a good rest first, and then we'll go and see if there are any other survivors!" With that, the crew returned to the bow of the ship to give command.

After the crew left, Monet planned to sleep for a while to recover his strength, but in this case it was impossible to sleep at all, just when Monet was in a daze, suddenly a noise woke him up, Monet opened his eyes and saw that two more people had been rescued, and they were both young girls, but this is also normal, in this case, most of the gentlemen give up the hope of life to women and children.

But when he saw the appearance of one of the girls, Monet had a bang in his head and almost fainted again, because this girl knew herself, wasn't this Kate Winslet? But she's almost fifty by now, right? Why do you look so young? Could it be, did you travel into the world of "Titanic"?

Fortunately, Monet usually likes to read online novels, and even wrote two of them, so he adapts to this situation quickly, but his current identity is a little depressed, just an ordinary unknown British painter who wants to go to New York, or more precisely, a painter, it is more coincidental that he is also called Monet, and I don't know if it is because of this that I will wear it on him.

While Monet's mind was full of thoughts, another blonde girl asked the crew, "Mr. Captain, where are we going now?" ”

"Well, I'm not the captain, I'm Harold Lowe of the crew, we're going to return to the lifeboat gathering place now, but don't worry, we sent a distress telegram before we got off the ship, so I'm sure a ship will come to our rescue soon!" Harold reassured.

"I hope what you say is true!" It is clear that this terrible disaster just now has destroyed the blonde girl's mentality.

At this time, Monet couldn't help but interject on the side: "Anyway, we are very lucky to be rescued, are you right?" ”

The blonde girl glanced at the corpse floating on the surface of the sea not far away, couldn't help but shudder for a moment, then nodded and replied, "That's right, you're right!" ”

Then he leaned over and introduced himself to Monet: "Hello, my name is Wendy-Howard, how about you, sir?" ”

"Tony Monet!" Monet replied casually.

"You can't be the great painter of France, right?" Wendy teased.

"Of course not, he seems to be in his seventies now, and I'm not French, I'm British." Monet replied with a smile, but at the same time sighed in his heart, in fact, when his parents named him, he didn't know that there was a great French painter named Monet......

Then Wendy turned to Ruth and asked, "Miss, what do you call you?" ”

"Ruth--Dawson!" Ruth replied briefly, it was clear that she had not yet recovered from Jack's death, and that claiming to be Dawson showed that she had identified herself as Jack's wife.

While a few people were chatting, Harold suddenly pointed to the distance and shouted excitedly, "Look, the Karpathia has come to our rescue!" ”

Although everyone had heard from the crew members of the various lifeboats that they would come to their rescue with a distress telegram, most of them thought they were comforting themselves, so when they saw the Carpathia slowly approaching from afar, they couldn't help but burst into cheers!

On the deck of the Carpathia, Harold proposed, "Yes, Sir and Miss, you can go find your relatives and friends!" ”

Wendy, the blonde girl, immediately stood up and said, "Okay, I'll go find my brother!" ”

Harold saw that Monet and Ruth were not moving, so he asked curiously, "Aren't you two going to look for it too?" ”

Monet shook his head and replied, "I don't have to look at it, because I am on the ship alone, and I have no relatives or friends to look for." ”

And Ruth said coldly: "I don't have to look for it, because I don't have any relatives anymore!" ”

"Okay, let's rest here for a while." With that, Harold left.

It didn't take long for Wendy to run back crying, and Ruth stepped forward to hug her and asked, "Honey, what's wrong with you?" ”

"I, my brother, aren't on the boat, but, probably ......," Wendy replied, sobbing.

Although Wendy didn't finish her words, both Ruth and Monet had already guessed it, but at this time they must still be able to comfort her, so Ruth comforted: "Honey, don't be so sad, maybe your brother will be rescued by other lifeboats in a while." ”

Wendy naturally knew that Ruth was comforting herself, but now even the most illusory hope was better than despair, so she did not refute, but continued to lie in Ruth's arms and pour out her emotions with tears.

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