Grasp the farming script in the famous book

"What's wrong?" Roland thought.

She adopted Tony's suggestion, calmed down, did not publicize the matter, but handed over the black robber who entered her shop and attacked her to the patrol.

But it seems that this black man died inexplicably within two days after he was released from the place of detention.

"He was murdered."

The leading black man stretched out his hand, scratched his neck, gestured at the man's death, and continued: "Ma'am, he died as soon as he got out of prison. If he didn't die because of the revenge you ordered, he would have died again." Who is making trouble for him?"

Roland sneered: "You think it's me?"

"If I wanted to kill him because of his burglary, I would have done it right then—"

"At that time, he was knocked out by me, and he had no ability to resist. If I really hated him, I could just tie his hands and feet and throw him into the sea. The port is so close..."

The leading man was speechless for a moment.

"He offended me and I handed him over to the police in accordance with the law."

"Now that he is dead, you don't urge the police to enforce the law impartially and track down the real culprit, but instead come to me, block my restaurant, drive away my customers, hinder my business, and ask me for justice? There is no such thing in the world reason."

Roland was articulate, and the other party couldn't utter a word after arguing, and stood there dumbfounded.

"She's white!"

Suddenly a voice sounded from the crowd.

"Yeah, she's white, and she's just trying to get on with us!"

Roland saw the dark faces in front of him.

The night was getting darker, and now Roland could only see pairs of shining eyes and a pair of white teeth that occasionally showed.This scene is indeed a little frightening.

At this moment, Sister Nanni moved her large body to the door of Roland's store and said loudly, "But I'm a black man!"

She stood loudly towards the door of the shop, raised her head and shouted:

"Did you see, this restaurant, the signboard of this restaurant states that everyone is welcome!"

There was a sudden silence—now in the uptown area of ​​New Orleans, most of the restaurants have signs saying "only accept whites". It is rare that there is a restaurant that clearly states that blacks and people of color will not be rejected, and they come to find fault .

"Did we say that there is one kind of food for black people and another for white people?"

"No--"

Mammy asked and answered.

"Did you say that the food we charge is more expensive for black people and cheaper for white people?"

"No--"

A few people also answered aloud, obviously they knew the restaurant.

"This restaurant used to kick out diners who wouldn't sit with people like us—"

Mammy spoke aggressively with her hands on her hips, showing that she was the one who had driven them away.

"But now—"

"That shameless thing who died once came to our store to rob. He is a bad guy! If you think he is not a criminal and are willing to stand up for him, I am not willing!"

These words touched many people.

Just because the person talking was a black nun.

And she said it so eloquently.

In this world where the color of skin is the original sin, it is a rare thing to have such a small restaurant that treats everyone in the world fairly.

But the leading burly man disagreed when he heard this: "It is true that the deceased committed a crime, and he deserves to die!"

"Who made you think I caused his death?"

"I knocked him out and handed him over to the patrol, which I never advertised."

"Other than my store and a passer-by, no one knew he was arrested because of my store."

Tony himself was the one who persuaded Roland to keep quiet, and it was even more impossible for him to leak the news.

Roland instinctively smelled a conspiracy.

"Where did you hear about the past and find me here?"

The leader was also slightly startled, and lowered his head to think about the cause and effect of this incident.

They just "heard" that someone was killed by white people in retaliation.

But who would specifically release this news to ignite their anger?

But it was too late.Suddenly there was a large group of torches shaking in the distance, followed by the sound of footsteps getting closer.

Roland suddenly understood: "You have been fooled!"

She hurriedly shouted: "Come in, hurry into the store and avoid it!"

——but how could it be too late?

A large group of people in white robes and masks rushed over.They held weapons like clubs and beat black people when they saw them.

"The Ku Klux Klan!"

When Roland saw this image, he immediately understood.

This is a "booby and kill" game.

Black people came to her restaurant to argue for the sake of their dead kind.But so far, it's just a theory, just talking.

However, the Ku Klux Klan, who raided from behind, obviously came prepared and attacked anyone they saw. Almost instantly, Roland heard screams in his ears.

But the blacks were not to be outdone. After being attacked by surprise, they gradually came to their senses—they were not good at it. Before they came to argue, they also prepared their weapons, held them in their hands, and hid them under their clothes.

So, counterattack—a battlefield immediately became in front of Roland. Under the provocation and illumination of the burning flames, the two groups risked everything and attacked each other without any scruples, as if they were born to be sworn enemies.

Beside Roland, the muscles on Nanny's face were tense. She gritted her teeth and held the kitchen knife in her hand, but she looked at this and that, not knowing which group to help.

Roland was very sober, and he couldn't help anyone. She wanted to bring these people back to their senses, so they all stopped immediately.

What was supposed to be a non-violent pressure turned into a violent fight.

In the end, it was not only the two parties involved in the fight that were unlucky, but also her restaurant.

Roland quickly imagined the outcome of this battle—the local blacks and whites had a deep hatred, and they would never die, and her restaurant would be hated by both sides from now on.

Who would come to her restaurant like this?

How can her business continue?

——What a ruthless round this is!

Roland felt angry when he thought about it.

Generally speaking, she can maintain her rationality and calmness when there is a big mess, but this is because others secretly plotted against so many people at the same time, even she plotted into it together.

Thinking of this, Roland seemed to be able to feel the "Irish" blood flowing in her body boiling hot, scorching her veins.

She suddenly strode towards the counter, took out the two flintlock guns that Rhett had left for her from behind the counter, carried one on her back, and held the other in her arms.

She passed Sister Nanni murderously. Sister Nanni had never seen such a terrifying appearance of her, and she let her go out dumbfounded, without thinking of stopping her.

With a flintlock gun on his back and a handle in his hand, Roland came to the door of the restaurant, stepped on the bench as soon as he lifted the corner of his skirt, and stood on the long table - this table is usually for people who come to taste " It is used by customers of "Sunset Friends Wine", but today, the sunset has sunk into the horizon, and the customers have already been driven away.

Roland jumped onto the table, pulled the fire bolt, and fired a shot into the sky.

There was a loud "bang" that shook everyone's eardrums.

"Who else dares to do it again?"

In the brief silence after the gunshot, the sharp female voice rang clearly in everyone's ears.

She is condescending, holding a gun butt, aiming at random in the crowd, and seems to be able to shoot at one of the disobedient guys anytime and anywhere.

The evening wind was blowing her hair, and the light from the torches around her illuminated her face—she was obviously a delicate and beautiful young woman, but her green eyes seemed to be on fire, and the bullets in the gun barrel seemed to be ignited. It can be released with her anger at any time.

"Crazy, crazy—"

The black burly man who had been talking to her just now shook his head, thinking it was incredible that this woman seemed to be a different person suddenly.

Under this "crazy" deterrence, no one dared to act rashly.The person wearing the mask and the person not wearing the mask suddenly stopped fighting and separated.

People's chests heaved and they were panting heavily. Some of them were bleeding from the head and were helped to sit down by their companions.

"Those who wear masks, take off your masks!"

Roland shouted again.

She knew very well what the people behind the masks were thinking. The masks provided them with a psychological hint that they could escape smoothly, and that their "conformity" behavior today was not a crime at all.

People hesitated, but the black metal cylinder in Roland's hand seemed to be pointing at them all the time.

The men slowly took off the masks they were wearing on their heads.

"It's you--"

Suddenly, pointing at a man with his hair brushed, a Negro exclaimed:

"It's you who called us 'free niggers,' and took us for a ride in a buggy, and told us Jack wasn't killed until he got here."

"No, it's the same guy who told us that black people will gather here today and make trouble at other people's restaurants. But you're actually a Yankee who supports black liberation? How could this be?"

The local white people also gradually realized that they were being used as gunmen.

Roland immediately breathed a sigh of relief: Usually in such a situation, one is not afraid of hatred or confrontation, but is afraid of finding out that someone is cheating inside him.

"The police are here!"

I don't know if someone was standing guard in the distance, and the voice came when the two sides just calmed down.

"Run, it's the mounted police!"

The sound of horseshoes sounded, and sure enough, after hearing the gunshots, the New Orleans police dispatched mounted police, who arrived extremely quickly, and dispersed the crowd gathered here in an instant.People scattered and fled in all directions, and they escaped cleanly in an instant.

Roland's restaurant was in a mess.

The unburned torches were thrown on the ground. In addition, there were various sticks, weapons, masks, and blood stains on the ground, showing the appearance of survivors everywhere.

At this moment, Roland finally felt his feet go soft.She simply sat down.

At this moment, her back was covered with sticky cold sweat, and the clothes next to her body were coldly sticking to her body, which made her feel very uncomfortable.

The flintlock she was carrying knocked on the table behind Roland, but Roland wasn't afraid of it going off at all - because it didn't have any refill at all.

Another flintlock also "misfired" after firing a shot into the sky.Just now she was pointing around with the butt of the gun to intimidate the men in front of her, she was just pretending to be a bluff.

She was lucky, no one thought that she would come out with an "empty gun" on her back, and she could not see clearly at night, and no one could see that she was a flintlock gun that could only fire one shot at a time.

——I got away with it!

Roland was full of luck.

When Roland turned around, he saw Sister Nanni standing behind her, stretching out her arms to her: "Oh, Miss Scarlett, you are really amazing."

With her own strength, she quelled a fight and made everyone see the cause of the whole thing.

At this time, a voice suddenly sounded in the distance: "Scarlett?"

Roland turned his head following the sound, and a figure gradually appeared in the distant night.

She didn't react when she first saw the figure, but once she saw the outline of the face, she almost bounced like a spring.The flintlock gun she was carrying got in her way, and she left behind in three or two strokes, and then ran towards the person who came by recklessly.

"Oh, Scarlett—"

The person who came opened his arms and hugged her tightly, very hard.

His body was very hot, and Roland could hear his heart beating in his chest: "Bang bang bang bang—"

His lips were pressed against his forehead, and Roland could hear him calling anxiously: "Oh, Scarlett, it's really you..."

Will he kiss her?

The next second, she felt him hugging her tightly, as if her whole body was out of control.Trembling, he sought hers with his lips, as if he couldn't resist the temptation to kiss her.

"Is Merry here too?" Roland asked.

The person who came was Wei Xili. Hearing her question, he let go in a daze, immediately pushed her away, and looked away unnaturally.

"We had just arrived in New Orleans, and Melly was resting at Indy's."

"I found it according to the address you gave me, but just arrived here, but I heard that there was a fight?"

"It's true," Roland nodded, indicating that she was the witness.

Ashley patted his chest immediately, showing fear.In front of her, he could no longer maintain that aloof and calm look. He said hastily, "I heard gunshots. I was worried about you, and I couldn't be sure what happened. I haven't been able to come here."

"Scarlett, it's great that you're all right."

He took half a step back and pulled her to look around, as if to make sure that her limbs were intact, that there were no missing arms or legs, or any injuries.After looking at the surrounding lights for a while, Ashley sighed, "Scarlett, you have become beautiful again."

Roland suddenly felt sweet in his heart.

The emotional fluctuations brought about by implanted emotions—she can now feel it clearly, and can finally distinguish it clearly from her own emotions.

She figured it out at last: Scarlett Scarlett felt pleasing to the ears as long as it came out of Ashley's mouth.

Even if the person in front of him had left behind his frail wife, who was exhausted by traveling and traveling, and came to meet him at night.

Even when she was in a crisis just now, the person in front of her was as hesitant as before and never showed up.

Love is like that, blinding.

Love can also make people desperate, just like she would rush to Ashley desperately just now-but this kind of desperate is mostly one-sided.

At this moment, Roland experienced feelings that ordinary people could not understand:

She could still feel the sweetness in her heart, but at the same time she watched helplessly. The "worship of good students" named "Ashley" that had been built in her heart from the beginning began to slowly collapse until it turned into a pile of dust.

She was like this, the sweet smile on the corners of her lips slowly disappeared, and she stood there with dull eyes, staring straight at Ashley until he panicked, and he stepped forward again, holding her wrist, Called softly: "Scarlett—"

She broke away from his hand abruptly, she stepped over his shoulder, she strode forward, staring at the vast night in front of her with wide eyes - she felt something was wrong, she seemed to hear another voice calling her name .

"Scarlett."

Where is he and what is he talking about?

And... why did she suddenly think of him at this moment?

Could it be that he had knocked on the door of her heart long ago, and lived in quietly?

Roland didn't understand: But when she was most empty, confused and depressed (right at this moment)...why didn't he show up?

——Is there anything more frustrating in the world than being caught first?

Rhett has been standing in the darkness in the distance, witnessing everything that happened in front of this restaurant.

Everything happened as expected.Although he had already made all the preparations for rescue, he was satisfied, satisfied and admired by the woman's courage and action. She was even better and more perfect than he expected—except that she flew into another place in the end. in one's arms.

Rhett: ...?

Shouldn't the script be that she ran towards him, and then he hugged her in a circle and praised her, "Sure enough, without Ruett, you are still you"?

When Rhett was bored, he called her name softly from a distance and from the bottom of his heart.

Unexpectedly, she really broke free from Wei Xili as if she had heard it, and stood at the end of the light, looking towards him with wide eyes.

"Ha ha--"

Rhett couldn't help laughing in a low voice.

Completely relieved, he turned and left.

"Scarlett, Scarlett, it seems that no matter what happens to open a restaurant, you will not be troubled."

"But in the homework of feelings, you have always failed!"