Reborn Scarlett's happy life

Everyone looked at the young man with surprised eyes, those words hit their cheekbones like a fist, and even Rhett looked at each other with admiring eyes, but soon, The praise was restrained and turned into a habitual ridicule.

"If I have any rebuttal to what you said, I am sure I will be glared at by everyone."

"You always have the right to keep your own ideas, and I also have the right to stick to my own position, no matter whether it is stupid or not, as long as I think it is correct, then it is worth my compliance and persistence." Charles said lightly, he Never the elegance of Ashley, nor the acerbity of Rhett, although in some respects they share the same ideas, but different people have different choices, and this choice The consequences of this war are reflected in this war. Standing on the second floor, Scarlett thought, this kind of thought did not even go through her thinking, as if it just popped out of her heart, her big green eyes He stared round, his gaze intertwined with the young man with brown-blond hair.

Rhett looked directly at the man in front of him, the always smiling Master Hamilton who had been standing quietly aside until then, he raised the corners of his lips and smiled, the smile was more or less sincere, Rhett De Butler never revered anyone, even God, but at this moment he had a sincere kindness towards the young master of the Hamilton family. There are really not many people who are sober-minded these days. He moved his eyes to the elegant Ashley Wilkes again, with a slight mockery, but there was a bit of mockery reserved for himself.

"Okay, gentlemen, it doesn't feel good to be glared at. I'm sorry to disturb everyone." Reid took off his top hat and made a decent movement. He turned to look at John Wilkes, showing a mouth With neat teeth, he asked modestly and playfully like a decent junior: "Mr. Wilkes, I don't know if I can visit your library, since I will be leaving soon, if not Seeing that lovely place, I don't think I'll be able to sleep."

"Of course, please come with me." The silver-haired Mr. Wilkes said with a smile, calmly resolved the fight with his words, and let his son Ashley continue to accompany him The guests, personally took Rhett there.

The black-haired man moved, but paused after two or three steps. He raised his chin slightly and looked up the stairs. The little green-eyed girl's eyes widened, as if she was at a loss. A flirtatious smile and walked away as nonchalantly as he would leave anywhere.

Scarlett took a deep breath, bit her lip, lifted her skirt and left without looking at Charles again.

"That bastard!" she cursed lowly, the ripples in her heart for Charles were destroyed by that smile, and she fell into another simple mind, a space filled with anger and shame and a touch of sadness.

In the library, Rhett Butler didn't focus on those treasures, but became interested in a small ornament. He walked over to touch the porcelain with his hands, and laughed at the two bare-bottomed little angels.

"Mr. Butler, you could have done a better job of bringing these facts to their attention," pointed out John Wilkes, an elderly man who knew everything about art. He is a senior, but when it comes to wars and the like, this wise old man always keeps silent. He is just an old man on his deathbed. The world belongs to young people. Why should his useless old bones be let them Worrying, the most important thing is that this old gentleman also has unrealistic fantasies in his heart, maybe the South will win, and there are such examples in history.

Rhett raised his eyes and looked at the old gentleman in front of him, and smiled with a mocking arc, "Why should I make up another dream for them, Mr. Wilkes, that's the truth, instead of shrinking in a shell It is better to face it earlier, telling stories or persuasion is not my strong point, I am just a small businessman, I am not a hero, and I will not belittle my identity, whether the war breaks out or not has nothing to do with me, I You can even say that you are planning how to make a small fortune in this stupid war." The man said sharply, his dark eyes filled with contempt for this doomed war.

Wilkes sighed, and he looked at the rational warrior with a kind of loving eyes, "You are the same as them."

"If you mean gender, I think so." Rhett joked, but the old man on the opposite side didn't blame him for such an inappropriate joke. He still stared at himself with that kind of eyes, which made the captain feel annoyed. This feeling is like the embarrassment of his childhood pranks after being discovered by his father.

"Red, you are a southerner. When this city is really in trouble, you will take up arms to defend this city like them." John Wilkes said lightly. He understood this young man and knew his Not a bad guy, he just chose a lonely way to fight against the darkness of the world, just stripped the sugar coating from the truth, and he refused to admit that most people would be horrified by the fact that the sugar coating was missing, just like The superior people don't need to take care of the cotton in the field, they have never been in touch with the most essential facts, there is no sweet talk, no glamor.

Rhett didn't speak, neither admitted nor denied, he just stared at what was in front of him, there was some pain in his eyes, but he refused to show it in front of others, he was like a naughty colt, neither pine nuts nor whips could stop him He gives in.

John Wilkes left. He strolled along the promenade, thinking of that cowardly young man, that neither humble nor overbearing demeanor reminded him of his father, a true warrior, whose heart was a long knife , with the point of the knife facing the enemy, in order to defend everything on this land, and his son, Charles Hamilton, did not inherit his father's strong appearance, nor did he have such a tough temper. The core thing behind the appearance is the firm will, the will to never give up in order to defend what you think is precious, and there is no right or wrong for that thing, only worth it or not.

The author has something to say: the male protagonist has started to change under my slow heat, thank you for watching and hugging