It has to be said that, just like the original male lead, using a life experience Ruth had never encountered to move her would definitely stir the heart of a naive young girl. However, the consequence of doing so was betraying the entire aristocracy.
Admittedly, the Ruth in front of him was… big, no, was white, also no!
Forget it, anyway, that's the gist of it!
Li Qingyuan forced himself to raise his gaze slightly, focusing on Ruth's face.
This woman was definitely doing it on purpose, wearing such a getup to jump into the sea; he didn't know what she was thinking.
Eighteen-year-old Winslet was absolutely at the peak of her beauty, completely the opposite of the round, plump form she would become later.
The Winslet now, no, it's Ruth!
Ruth's figure was the kind that men found pleasantly plump, with curves in all the right places. This kind of figure, if you put it in the Tang Dynasty, would definitely be called a peerless beauty. Coupled with her almost revealing evening gown, it was really hard to concentrate.
Fortunately, as a middle-aged man with a psychological age of nearly forty, Li Qingyuan was past the age of youthful vigor. With immense willpower, he controlled himself and tried to act as if nothing was happening.
"I wrote this poem just now, inspired by the starry sky. I didn't expect to meet such a beautiful lady at this time!"
"Ruth DeWitt Bukater, it's a pleasure to meet you!" Compared to the discrimination against Orientals by others, Ruth, being a naive and sweet girl, didn't have that kind of prejudice. Instead, she was very happy to extend her hand and introduce herself to Li Qingyuan.
After all, in her view, artists who could write such a beautiful poem were worthy of respect and admiration.
"Li Qingyuan, Miss Ruth, I'm also very happy to meet you!" Holding Ruth's fair hand, Li Qingyuan revealed a harmless smile.
The two of them quickly started chatting about so-called poetic art. Although he thought that those poems written by Westerners could even be called poetry, it didn't stop him from using them to fool the naive and sweet girl in front of him.
He was, after all, a so-called struggling writer. He was naturally well-versed in these things about words. He might seem vulnerable when he met those masters of literature, but it was more than enough to fool a noble lady like Ruth!
"Life is as brilliant as summer flowers, death as quiet as autumn leaves!" Ruth murmured, repeating the two lines of poetry she had just learned from Li Qingyuan. She instantly felt a surge of emotion.
To be able to write such touching and heartfelt words, the poet from Qing Country in front of her immediately made her feel like she had met him too late.
There was nothing she could do. Literary youth, especially a girl like Ruth who hadn't been beaten by society, always harbored many unrealistic fantasies.
If Li Qingyuan's task in this world was to win over Ruth, then he could declare the mission accomplished right now.
It was a pity, however, that his task was so utterly ruthless, so he could only push Ruth, who was about to press herself against him, away with a feeling of regret, keeping a small distance between them.
He couldn't do anything about it. He still needed this naive and sweet girl and her fiancé's connections to smooth things over for him. He could only grit his teeth and reject the beautiful meat that had been offered to him.
The pushed-away Miss Ruth then realized how frivolous her actions had been just now. Although as an Englishwoman, she didn't take matters of men and women as seriously as people in the East, her actions were indeed somewhat over the top since she had just met the other person.
"That… I was just hoping to discuss poetry culture with you!" Ruth decided to salvage some points for her presumptuous behavior, at least to prevent the distant Eastern poet in front of her from thinking of her as a frivolous and wanton woman. "Miss Ruth, your understanding of poetry is admirable. I doubt there is another intellectual woman like you in all of London!" Indeed, in order to ensure the smooth completion of the mission, he couldn't ride off into the sunset right now, but it didn't cost him anything to say a few nice words. Perhaps after he completed the mission in a few days, he could use her to change the flavor!
The awkward atmosphere between them vanished instantly. They sat together on the bench, studying the poem.
"Mr. Li, I found the person you were looking for!" Jack, panting, ran up from below deck. He had used his skills to get the location of the black market merchant from the Gypsy Girl. He then sprinted back at top speed, ready to collect his reward from the rich sap.
The Titanic's total area was almost the size of a small town. The fact that Jack found his target in such a short time proved he was indeed the favored one of the story.
However, when he saw Ruth sitting side-by-side with Li Qingyuan, he felt like something important had been stolen from his life.
"Hello, beautiful lady, I'm Jack Dawson, pleased to meet you!" Jack quickly tidied up his appearance, disheveled from running, and gave Ruth his most perfect smile.
Ruth raised her head and nodded slightly. Her mind was still filled with the poems Li Qingyuan had just recited. If it weren't for her years of good upbringing, she wouldn't have even bothered with this guy who suddenly appeared.
"I am…" Jack saw that Ruth was quite cold towards him and immediately raised his voice, ready to start his pickup routine.
Of course, this girl seemed to have a fiancé, and was also a first-class lady, and she also seemed to have some affection for his new employer.
But!
What's the problem?
He, Jack. Silver Spear. Professional appliance repairman for thirty years. Dawson, how could he give up on his goal because of such a small difficulty?
"Jack, what do you think is the most thought-provoking line in Shelley's Ode to the West Wind?" Li Qingyuan asked, unruffled, seeing that this bastard Jack was actually trying to steal his girl right in front of him.
"Ah... ah... Shelley... Shelley's West Wind?" Jack was immediately speechless. He had relied on his talent to learn a decent sketching technique, and that skill allowed him to pretend to be a wandering artist all day, which did allow him to hook up with quite a few ignorant girls.
But you're talking to him about Shelley and Byron?
Do you think he has the money to go to school?
"If I were a leaf, I would drift with you, if I were a cloud, I would fly with you!" Although Jack didn't know, Ruth, as a literary youth, immediately spoke up to answer.
"I love these two lines from Shelley the most; they're simply the sweetest interpretation of love!"
Watching the two guys spouting nonsense, Jack felt his worldview being attacked.
Those ridiculous sentences could be called poetry?
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