Marvel Movie Destruction

It has to be said that, like the original male protagonist, using the life experience that Ruth has never had access to to impress the other party can definitely stir the heart of a young girl who has never been in the world, but the consequence of doing so is to betray the entire noble class.

It is true that this Ruth in front of me is very big, no, it is very white, and it is also wrong!

Forget it, don’t say it, it’s just what it means anyway!

Li Qingyuan forced himself, raised his gaze slightly, and aimed at Ruth's face.

This woman definitely did it on purpose, and she ran into the sea dressed like this, and I don't know what she was thinking.

Eighteen-year-old Winslet is definitely at the peak of his appearance, completely different from the round spherical object in the future.

Now Winslet, no, it's Ruth!

Ruth's body shape is the kind of fat in the eyes of men. It is the so-called fat that should be fat and thin. This kind of figure can definitely be called a peerless beauty in the Tang Dynasty. Dress, it's really hard to concentrate.

Fortunately, as a middle-aged and elderly man with a mental age close to forty years old, Li Qingyuan is now past the age of vigor and vitality. He controlled himself with great perseverance and tried to pretend that nothing happened.

"This poem was written by me just looking at the starry sky. I didn't expect to meet such a beautiful lady at such a time!"

"Ruth DeWitt Bookett, it's nice to meet you!" Compared with other people's discrimination against Orientals, Ruth, this silly white sweet, doesn't have that kind of concept, but she is very happy to extend her hand to face Li Qingyuan introduced himself.

After all, in her cognition, an artist who can write such a beautiful poem is worthy of admiration and admiration.

"Qingyuan Li, Miss Ruth, I'm also very happy to meet you!" Holding Ruth's little fair hand, Li Qingyuan showed a harmless smile.

The two quickly chatted about the so-called art of poetry, although he said that those poems written by Westerners can also be called poetry? But it didn't stop him from using it to fool the silly, sweet little girl in front of him.

Anyway, he is also a legendary street writer, and he naturally knows the things in these words very well. It is estimated that he will be vulnerable to those who are proficient in literature, but it is used to fool a noble lady like Ruth. More than enough!

"Life is as splendid as summer flowers, and death is as quiet and beautiful as autumn leaves!" Ruth recited the two poems she just asked from Li Qingyuan, and instantly felt like she was getting wet.

To be able to write such touching language, the poet from the Qing Dynasty in front of her suddenly made her feel like she hated to meet when she was not married.

No way, young girls, especially girls like Ruth who have not been beaten by society, always have many unrealistic fantasies.

If Li Qingyuan's mission in this world is to take down Ruth, then he can declare the mission complete now.

It's just a pity that his mission was so maddening, so he could only push Ruth away, who was about to be attached to him, with a pity, so that the two of them kept a little distance.

There is no way, he still needs this silly Baitian and her fiance's contacts to clear up his relationship, so he can only reluctantly cut his love and shut out the beautiful meat delivered to his door.

Miss Ruth, who was pushed away, realized how frivolous her behavior just now was. Although as a British person, she doesn't pay as much attention to matters of men and women as an oriental person, she has only just met her, so it is indeed a bit arrogant to do so. .

"Well, I just wanted to discuss poetry culture with you!" Ruth decided to save some points for her presumptuous behavior, at least not allowing the far-flung oriental poet in front of her to regard herself as a frivolous woman.

"Miss Ruth, your knowledge of poetry makes me admire. For an intellectual woman like you, I can't find a second one in London!" It is true that for the successful completion of the task, he can't directly ride the horse and whip the whip right now. But I can say a few good things without spending money. Maybe I want to use her to change my taste after completing the task in two days!

The awkward atmosphere between the two was instantly swept away, and they sat down on the bench hand in hand to study the so-called poetry.

"Mr. Qingyuan, I've found the person you're looking for!" Jack, panting, ran up from below the deck. Just now, he used his expertise to learn the location of the black market merchant on the ship from the gypsy girl. The speed of the 100-meter sprint rushed back, and he was going to find the swindler to get the reward.

You must know that the total area of ​​the Titanic is close to an ordinary township. Jack can find his mission target in a really short time. It can only be said that he is the son of luck in the plot.

It's just that when he saw Ruth sitting side by side with Li Qingyuan, he suddenly felt that something important in his life had been taken away.

"Hello, beautiful lady, my name is Jack Dawson, nice to meet you!" Jack quickly sorted out his embarrassed appearance from running, and then approached Ruth with the most perfect smile.

Ruth raised her head and nodded lightly. Her mind is now full of the verses Li Qingyuan said to her just now. If it wasn't for her good upbringing, she wouldn't even care about this guy who suddenly popped up.

"I'm..." Seeing that Ruth was indifferent to him, Jack quickly raised his voice, preparing to start his own girl-hunting mode.

Of course, this girl seems to have a fiancé, and by the way, she is the eldest lady of the first class cabin, and by the way, she seems to have a good impression of her new employer.

but!

What's wrong with this?

He, Jack Silver Gun, has been professionally repairing home appliances for thirty years. Dawson, how could he give up his 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?" Li Qingyuan asked calmly when he saw that Jack, the bastard, was actually trying to pry at the corner.

"Ah... ah... Shelley... the west wind from the snow?" Jack was at a loss for words. With his talent, he secretly learned a fairly good sketching technique, and relying on that ability, he pretended to be a wandering painter outside all day long. , can indeed hook up a lot of ignorant girls.

But what did you tell him about Shelley and Byron?

Do you think he has money to study?

"If I were a leaf that floated with you, and if I were a cloud that would fly with you!" Although Jack didn't know, Ruth, a young girl, immediately answered.

"I like these two poems by Shelley the most, they are the sweetest interpretation of love!"

Looking at the two babblers, Jack felt that his outlook on life was under attack.

Can a sentence that doesn't make sense can be called poetry?