Reborn Scarlett's happy life

Charles kept staring at the carriage until it disappeared without moving his footsteps. His eyes were bright, and he was glad that he had the other party's permission. This young Master Hamilton was like a cat who picked up three nuts. Satisfied as a little squirrel, completely unaware that his overly cumbersome etiquette is exactly what Scarlett dislikes the most.

"Master Charles, it's time to go back?" A black boy drove over in a carriage and asked, just as he finished speaking, the young man in front of him seemed to have recovered from his own world, his handsome face was a little red, he In response, he got into the carriage and said, "The day after tomorrow is the day of the picnic at Twelve Oaks Village, right?"

"Yes, Master Charles, isn't it right?" The black boy scratched his head and wondered, his eyes were curious but he didn't dare to be too presumptuous.

"No, it's nothing, let's go back." The young man waved his hands and smiled, and the black man driving the car shook his head, because he couldn't understand the thinking of these superior people.

Scarlett was sitting in the carriage, Su Lun tugged at her sleeve and kept asking her what she was doing with those fabrics, the green-eyed girl just glanced at her, "Don't ask, Su Lun, I won't tell you. "

"Stingy." Su Lun became impatient, and stopped talking to Scarlett after leaving a word. The latter adjusted her skirt leisurely, not minding being left out by Su Lun at all.

"Scarlett, Scarlett!" It was Stuart's voice, Scarlett lifted the curtain, and the red-haired boy grinned, revealing a mouthful of neat teeth.

"You are really amazing, Scarlett. I thought you were just drawing a fresh idea. Maybe you came up with an idea from a book like little Karin."

Scarlett pouted at the boy, "I'm not doing it for fun."

Brent touched his brother's shoulder to let him make room, Stuart told the horse to run slower and follow behind, Brent approached Scarlett's carriage, with that playful smile on his face, "Okay Well, Scarlett, are you really going to tell us what you're going to do with that fabric?"

"Yes, I really don't plan to tell you, at least not now." Scarlett snorted, with a teasing arc on the corner of her mouth.

"I brought you something here, good Scarlett, you really didn't say anything?" Brent said pretending to be sad, but Scarlett ignored him and firmly refused.

"No, don't say sweet words, I won't tell you a word until the time comes."

"Okay, then I'll wait until then." Brent shrugged his shoulders, but he was straightforward. Since Scarlett didn't want him to ask, he didn't press because he knew Scarlett's personality deeply. Although she is a girl, she has a more stubborn personality than boys. If she decides not to say anything, her mouth is as tight as a clam shell, and no one can pry a word out.

After sending the sisters to Tara Manor, Stewart and Brent left without delay. Their mother said that the two brothers had to go home to help take care of the horses. They sneaked out for a few hours.

As soon as Su Lun returned to the manor, she went to her room. She is very upset now, and she doesn't want to talk to Scarlett for the time being. See where mom is, as for Su Lun, it's better out of sight and out of mind.

Scarlett went to the bedroom, but Ellen wasn't there, it was probably in the slave house, maybe someone was sick again, and Ellen's care was the most satisfying medicine in their hearts.

As soon as she went out, she saw her grandmother helping Ellen back. Scarlett turned her eyes and ran towards her mother at small steps. When she walked in, she found that Ellen was frowning.

"Mom, what's the matter?" She asked worriedly, and before Ellen could speak, her grandmother explained, speaking as fast as peas.

"Amy's doll is dead. Miss Ellen just went to baptize him. The poor little thing's skin has turned livid. Poor doll." Grandma said as she picked up a handkerchief. Wiping away her tears, she never had any children of her own in her life, and devoted all her energy to Miss Ellen and her three daughters. She was extremely gentle with those little dolls, even though the doll was an illegitimate child and only A few days after birth.

The name Amy exploded Scarlett's nerves like a bomb, and her green eyes widened, so that Ellen was worried that she was not feeling well.

"No, Mom, I'm not sick." Scarlett said it almost through gritted teeth. She was shocked in her heart and couldn't recover for a while. The words to comfort her mother became weird. How much she hated it Ah, hate that ungrateful woman and her wicked husband, see, being kind doesn't bring good luck to people, a mother shouldn't be so selfless, if she was selfish she wouldn't have died so early, her mother , Scarlett just felt that the sharp knife had stabbed into her chest again. She shouldn't let that woman go, yes, she shouldn't.

"Honey, are you really alright?" Seeing her daughter's pale cheeks and her eyes widening with worry, Ellen felt uneasy, and she didn't care so much about the child who died young. She raised her hand and stroked it gently. Scarlett's hair, and measured the other's forehead to confirm that her daughter was fine and not sick.

"Mom, really, I'm really fine." Scarlett held her mother's hand tightly in her palm, and said comforting words on her mouth, but her pair of green eyes did not have the usual vitality, they were Worried and serious, even a little wet, as if their owner is experiencing some pain in his heart.

Ellen looked at her daughter lovingly, holding her warm hands back, and she asked gently, "Then what's wrong with you?"

Scarlett wanted to kiss her mother on the cheek, and tell her in the coldest voice, that woman and her future husband are the murderers who killed you, how much she wanted to drag that woman up and tie that man to the oak tree Let God see the sins they have committed. They took Ellen's life, trampled on the name of O'Hara, and even tried to take away her father's Tara, who is a villain, but now, her kind mother Unknowingly mourning for the child who died young, Scarlett could not suppress her evil thoughts. Of course, the child would die young, because with such bad-hearted parents, he would rather die at birth than in such a place. Parents live under their knees!

The author has something to say: Thank you Tuhaojun for your reward!

I want to write about Baozi, but I still have to hold back [嘎向] Being cute by Little Wade in the original book, rolling around