Continuation of "Gone with the Wind"

Chapter 50 After Sobering Up

I didn't expect champagne to have such a strong aftertaste. When he got up the next day, Jack couldn't help but patted his head that hurt as if it was about to split, and cursed softly. What he said was still a long time ago. The native dialect used.The pronunciation that should have become unfamiliar has a long-lost familiar feeling in his ears, which surprised him a bit.And because of this surprise, his nerves have somewhat recovered their keen sense, but this is not a good thing for him at this time. The originally half-hidden pain unceremoniously tore off the gentle skin, and hides ferociously in his body. It was raging in his mind, rampaging like a beast that had been trapped for a long time trying to break free from a crumbling cage, and it was about to smash his skull.What was even more unfortunate was that there was an oppressive force concentrating aggressively on his brain from all parts of his body, trying to squeeze his brain out like a giant walnut cracker pinching a crispy walnut.Enduring the double torture, Jack's nerves did not relax. Instead, it was like a sharp knife forged by two heavy hammers in a raging fire.He thought of his feat yesterday, and couldn't help applauding himself.He has almost inquired about Mr. Rhett's intentions, and it is time for Miss Scarlett to come next.This thought is like a basin of ice water that has been waiting there for a long time, making his fiery thinking sharp knife become calmer and firmer after being suddenly cooled and quenched.After the carnival of ice and fire, his mind has completely recovered.He had to hurry up, Mr. Rhett was leaving soon, and he had to find out what Miss Scarlett was thinking before he went.If possible, we must find a way to let Mr. Rhett understand.Just understanding is not enough, the key is that he has to believe.What to do, he quickly searched the experience stored in his mind, and the result disappointed him.The group of people in the perilla garden are smarter than the other, but unfortunately their intelligence is used for intrigue. They are good at breaking up people, and it is impossible to match people up.Why did God think of them again? I really don’t have a long memory. I swore to get rid of them from my life, but every time they would come uninvited.Even among the seeds I stole while they were not paying attention, there were five perilla seeds. I just wanted to let them fend for themselves, but who knew that these few grew the most lushly, which is really ironic.

He sighed and accepted the reality: unless he lost his memory again, he would never forget those people in that dilapidated compound for the rest of his life.

"That's fine, remember what you can't forget." Jack secretly clenched his fists.Originally, there were very few things that I could remember. Although this is not a good memory, it is something I have experienced anyway.No matter what, they can't hurt him now, and nothing else matters to him.To be honest, he still has to thank the unscrupulous big brother who tricked him around. If it weren't for him, he wouldn't have been able to come to the United States and encounter such an interesting thing.On the contrary, it was himself, who was still alive or not, after all, he smoked so much opium.Thinking of this, he smiled involuntarily. With his teeth shining under the sunlight entering the room, the corners of his mouth were perfectly curved like a knife just out of its sheath.

"Jack. Jack. You woke up so early?" Ella was going to knock first, but when she got to the door, she found it wasn't even closed.She didn't know about Jack getting drunk yesterday, but even after a night of release, there was still a faint smell of alcohol in the room, which made Ella a little uncomfortable, and vaguely knew where Jack was yesterday. It made her feel that the perfect image she had built was flawed for the first time.

Jack was originally standing with his back to the door and facing the window. Ella's words made him turn around suddenly, but there was still that chilling smile on his face, and his voice was as calm as ever: "Why? now, Ella?"

Ella was speechless for a while. As a child, she was not good at analyzing other people's psychology, but it was not difficult for her to discern other people's expressions.Jack's complexion was very bad, maybe because he drank too much yesterday, his face was much redder than usual, which was even more difficult for him to hide his expression.The cold blade, not fully sheathed, caught Ella's eyes and pierced her heart.She looked at this completely unfamiliar Jack, and fear ran wildly along her heart to all parts of her body.She even took a step back, as if to escape the sudden fear.

Jack watched her expression and realized he had frightened her.He quickly adjusted his expression, and the heat in his smile quickly rose to a level higher than the outdoor temperature: "Sorry, maybe you are not used to it, I drank some wine yesterday." He turned around He opened the window to let the remaining champagne smell evaporate with the chill in his heart by the sun that got up earlier than anyone outside.When he turned around again, he had completely returned to his usual big brother image.

Ella was not completely relieved, the image of the knife still persisted in her memory.Something cold, even a smile, can be very damaging, especially when it's inadvertently shown to someone who takes this person very seriously.Ella didn't know this at the time, but she was aware that there was something beyond her own experience as a child.Most of the new discoveries are at the cost of the old loss. Ella discovered the existence of the new Jack image. Before she knew how to get along with him, her explicit admiration for the past "Brother Jack" and the hazy Attachment is no longer there.Jack changed one mask and put on another mask. During this normal transition, some people saw his true face that he never wanted to show easily, or the image he thought was "real".Children are always inclined to believe that things they think they know but have never discovered are true, and they like the new and dislike the old with a speed that would put the Marquis de Sade to shame.Because they are too serious, and have not learned not to be serious.In one respect, Ella was very much like her mother.

Thinking of this, Jack smiled again, this time sincerely, and Ella saw it too. Although it was not smiling at her, she couldn't tell the nuances of it right now, because Jack was looking at her smiling. Yes, although it was someone else he had in mind, Ella couldn't see it.Smiles are equal, they can hurt people equally, and they can comfort people equally.Ella returned a pure smile, and even forgot to think about why Jack didn't ask her first, "Did you wake up earlier than me" like before, but confessed as happily as confessing a crime.

After the greeting, Jack remembered that he should ask her why she came.He closed the corners of his mouth, but the smile remained in his eyes: "What's the matter, Miss Ella, what can I do for you?" Ella felt that the familiar Jack had returned—although he also brought some Something she instinctively dreaded because of the unknown—it made her feel better too, and Jack could hear it in her tone: "Please, it's not me looking for you, don't be so sour. You can't change One trick, if you keep doing that, you will definitely not be able to catch up with girls. It’s your mother who wants to call you.” A friend who is polite when you meet him is definitely not a real good friend, but a friend who can take a joke is a real friend .

"I didn't expect you to start to know about this kind of thing. It's a big deal. I have to tell Miss Scarlett immediately." Jack tried to leave, but was naturally stopped by Ella, begging him to keep the secret.This trick has been performed many times before, and they have long been familiar with each other.Of course Jack understands the importance of little secrets to girls. Every time he listens carefully, he swears to keep the secret.And the best way to keep a secret is to forget that you know it, so he never really took Ella's naive words to heart.It's just that with more and more secrets, his heart is moved but also uneasy.Jack understood what it meant for a girl to share her secrets with others.That means that this person is a very important person, especially for the opposite sex.Jack had already imagined his position in Tara, a responsible nanny, an obedient servant, a boarder who didn't pay the rent, nothing more.It's just that the development of the situation has far exceeded his original estimate.In addition to my own amnesia that may never be solved for the rest of my life, there are Scarlett and Rhett's separation and reunion, as well as the mystery of Paul's life experience that he is struggling to find.The grievances and hatreds of the previous generation have not yet been settled, and the joys, sorrows, sorrows and joys of the next generation have become the focus of his worries.Originally, no one wanted me to get involved, but I still walked in step by step.In addition to natural curiosity, I am afraid that only mysterious fate can explain all this.Immediately afterwards, he immediately denied this nihilistic idea. He has never believed in fate. Those who believe in fate are fools and cowards, and he is not.

He was distracted again, but fortunately his expression was controlled tightly, Ella didn't see anything, even if she saw it, she would never understand it.Sometimes Jack really envies her, she doesn't have to bear so much, as long as she is happy to be herself, but as for herself, she even forgets what "self" is.

Ella was out, and Jack hadn't left the room.He sat back at the desk, but did not open the notebook as usual.The heat of the sun made the tabletop slightly hot, and the wind blowing from outside messed up his slightly curly hair, but he didn't care, he was thinking about how to deal with what was going to happen next.

Miss Scarlett was indeed clever, and it was much easier to ask herself what had happened last night than to ask Mr. Rhett directly.But what should I say?Thinking of what happened yesterday, he had a headache.He was still too aggressive, and he had said everything for Miss Scarlett without verification. No matter how clearly a bystander could see this kind of thing, it would be useless as long as the person involved did not admit it.Besides, I have promised Mr. Ritter to keep it secret, what did I say when I really met Miss Scarlett?Maybe pretending to be sick is a good way to escape, but who would believe it?Let's go and have a look before we talk, the big deal is that silence is golden.A lie is told, as long as you don't say anything, it should not be considered a lie.Just thinking of Scarlett's always overreacting nerves, he couldn't help but smile wryly.What else can I do, the matter is taken on my own initiative, so I have to clean it up myself.