Reborn Scarlett's happy life

"Scarlett!"

It was Charles. He was sitting in the carriage. His whole face was a little red. Although the sun in May was not harsh, it was still a bit hot. It seemed that he had been going out a lot during this time. At this moment, he was almost He jumped out before the carriage stopped, but he was a little embarrassed like a child who had done something wrong and got caught when he looked at Uncle Peter.

"Are you all right, Charlie?" Melanie asked, and Charles shook his head and smiled. "It's nothing serious, don't worry, you're okay along the way?"

"Hmph, I asked Scarlett and Melanie, but I didn't ask this old woman." Aunt Pitty pouted and snorted, and Charles hurriedly coaxed her. Some talkative old children, but this way, the only time Scarlett really has time to be alone with Charles is an hour before lunch.

Charles said that he would lead her around, and he would go to the shop later. His uncle Henry seemed to think that Charles would be a real man when he had a girl he wanted to marry, so he was taking care of the The things in the shop were also slowly handed over to Charles, and Charles became very busy during this time.In fact, Scarlett was as familiar with the surroundings of this house as she was in Tara, but she wanted to meet each other in her heart, so she agreed.

They rode around in a carriage, and Charles sat next to him and coughed lightly. Scarlett looked at him and saw the slender eyelashes, just like a girl. She smiled, and Charles was dry. asked her what she was laughing at.

"It's nothing." She smoothed out the wrinkles in her dress.

"This is Atlanta." Charles pointed to the surrounding environment and introduced it to Scarlett, but the latter's mind was obviously not on this. She focused on Charles, who brought too many surprises to herself.The carriage passed by the street, Charles was not an excellent narrator, his voice was too soft, too weak for this city now covered by arsenals, but the gleam in his eyes could make people ignite Hope, yes, although he does not have a strong body and a loud voice, Charles Hamilton has a strong heart, he is no different from the warriors on the front line, and this kind of pride emerges in Scarlett's heart, She was proud and touched that there was a man who accompanied her without fear.

"Scarlett, look there." Charles said suddenly, his tone a little more serious than at the beginning, Scarlett followed his line of sight, it was a familiar house in memory, a house wrapped in white, inside There are many injuries, and now, they will laugh at the Yankees without hesitation while moaning, because they firmly believe that the victory of the war will be in their hands, but Scarlett knows that before long, there will be A piece of hell, this place was the closest she was to the battlefield, she bit her lip, hardly wanting to think about it.

Charles noticed the girl's appearance, and there was concern in his soft eyebrows, "What's wrong with you?"

Scarlett didn't answer his question, but asked: "Nurses Association, Melanie will participate, right? If I don't want to, will you blame me?"

"Can I know why?" Charles also didn't answer this question first, but asked the reason. His face was still peaceful, and he didn't frown at Scarlett's willful or even selfish request. There was a sense of parental tolerance and patience in him, which was why Mrs. O'Hara liked him.

Scarlett lowered her eyes and said in a low voice: "I have to tell you the truth, I don't like the sick, let alone the wounded, I hate serving others, I can't bear death and parting, most importantly, I hate leaving The war is too close..." She almost whispered the last sentence, people who have seen too many deaths will not get used to them, on the contrary, they will change from brave to more timid.

"But you're here, Scarlett, Atlanta, it's far more dangerous than Tara, just this one, how can you think you're not brave?" Charles pointed this out almost in an admiring tone, he even bent Curved eyes, which made his hazel eyes look like they were full of sunlight.

"I never thought I was brave." Scarlett slightly turned her head and said softly, biting her lips with her white teeth, making her lips as red as her cheeks.

On the soft leather seat, the man's slender fingers moved slightly in one direction, crossed the green lace folds, and grabbed the girl's pale fingertips. The latter struggled slightly, but failed. The owner of the fingers As if encouraged, she simply held the other's hand. He was so close that Scarlett could almost feel the warm breathing on her cheek.

"Master, it's time for lunch. When Miss Pitty went out, she said not to delay going back for dinner." The driver in front suddenly yelled loudly, breaking the somewhat ambiguous atmosphere. Scarlett pulled out forcefully. He took his own hand, turned his head and looked to the side, leaving only Charles with a delicate swan-like neck, and delicate earrings on the small earlobes.

Charles coughed lightly, his face turned red, "Go back."

"Okay, young master!" The driver responded, humming a song again and whipping the horses, and turned around in the carriage and went back.It was a little quiet on the way back, until Charles suddenly spoke.

"Even if you don't want to go, it won't change my mind. I love you not because you are perfect, and it makes me happy that you can tell me frankly, really." He emphasized, because Scarlett had already turned her head to look at him, and the other's pointed chin was slightly raised, with a graceful line like a willow tree in spring. The surprised and uneasy look in his eyes made Charles start to smile.

"It's nothing, really, even if I can't face wounds and blood calmly, I have to tell you honestly, a few years ago, I even had blood dizziness, so it's really nothing, I even Feeling guilty, you should have a better life at Tara, not..."

"Don't, don't say that." Scarlett used her fingertips to press what the other party wanted to say. This unconscious movement made Charles pause when he looked at her with slightly widened eyes, because she felt a little embarrassed, It was a bit too intimate, she subconsciously wanted to withdraw her hand, but she was gently grasped, the fingertips ran from the upper lip to the lower lip, and finally, they were kissed softly, that kiss should belong to a boy Instead of men, because men are naturally aggressive, and boys represent innocence.

The author has something to say: =v=Come on, Charlie