Grasp the farming script in the famous book

"Scarlett," the visitor looked her up and down in amazement.

"Even if you don't owe money to me, you don't have to be so stressed!"

"What? Have all the good clothes been pawned?"

Rhett looked up and down Roland's clothes.

Today Roland didn't wear the dress made of Ellen's velvet curtains. She wore a homely dress, and Roland patched up the parts worn out by labor with fabric cut into the shape of flowers-although it was patched. It's beautiful, but old clothes are still old clothes.

Roland immediately gave Rhett a hard look.

The other party was dressed much more decently than when he was at the Atlanta fire station. There was a brand new shirt inside the gorgeous coat, which was still wrinkled.

His hair was scrupulously combed and he smelled of cologne.His bold black eyes were looking up and down the clothes she was wearing with impunity, not letting go of any corner.

"You judge people by appearance...you judge people by clothes, today is my sister's wedding."

She couldn't be dressed up and outshine today's bride—her sister Suellen?

Rhett's two thick and long black eyebrows raised upwards, revealing a sly smile: "Scarlett, you actually care about this?"

"By the way, I forgot to congratulate you—Mr. Glenson told me: your debt problem has been resolved—I heard that Wilkerson went to your house to make a big fuss, and Glenn happened to be Sen bumped into it."

"He seems to have brought this matter up to the state government. From now on, this Wilkerson should not dare to mention Tara's tax at will."

Roland's heart skipped a beat: this Rhett is actually very concerned about her family affairs.

"Scarlett, you are very heroic when you say it!"

As soon as the matter of Tara was mentioned, Rhett showed a leisurely and fascinated expression, as if he felt that he should be in Tara at that time, and he should be the one who faced Jonas with her.

But this is purely "Which pot does not open and which pot to carry", when Roland thought of borrowing money, an unpleasant memory suddenly came back.

She immediately glared at the guy surnamed Bai, and said, "If you don't believe it—"

Ruide obviously didn't believe that her Tara actually had top-quality tea trees native to China, so she told Glenson that he should definitely go to Tara to "see for himself" the collateral.

Fortunately, Roland never lied about these things. She really could use the "Da Hong Pao" to entertain guests, and she could also take people to visit her future "tea farm". This made Mr. Glenson make up his mind to borrow money .

"How can I not believe you!"

Rhett waved his hands and cried out.

"I don't know why I absolutely trust you, so I recommend a rich man like Glenson to you?"

"What good will it do me to sell you as a little liar?"

He actually said it in the same way, which sounds quite reasonable.

"So that I can turn around and beg you—"

This sentence had already rolled on the tip of Roland's tongue, but he finally held back, and she spat it out with a "Pooh", forgetting it in his mind.

"Guests outside, since you are here, please come in."

The groom, Frank, greeted him.

Rhett stretched out his arm to Roland.Roland gave him a gouged look again, and finally took his arm in accordance with the principle that a visitor is a visitor, and together with him, they walked through the corridor where they had been talking for a long time, and walked into the living room of Frank's house——

There were whispers around Roland, and the people in the living room all showed expressions of "see if I'm right".

Obviously, they had been discussing Rhett and Roland in the same frame just now, and now they saw the real person-everyone was very satisfied.

"Mr. Bai," Melanie was the only one whose eyes sparkled with joy when she saw Rhett Bai.

"I haven't been able to thank you in person! Thank you for your bravery and protection of me and my children."

She stretched out her hands to Rhett, Rhett let go of Roland, strode forward, took Melanie's little hand and shook it.The man was insolent to everyone but respectful to Melanie alone.

Ashley, who was standing beside Melanie, looked a little gloomy, but he had to accompany his wife to pay tribute to Rhett, thanking him for helping his wife and children when the war was raging.

“Mr. Bai, we were talking about your heroic deed just now.”

Melanie's aunt, Han Baidie, said cautiously, "How...how did you come up with the idea of ​​joining the army?"

"Of course I didn't want to compete with the windmill giant," Rhett replied with a smile, "I happened to be a student at West Point Military Academy, but I didn't graduate because of some nonsense."

"While seeing so many fellow Confederates die for our cause, I thought my expertise might be of use. So I..."

When he said this, the expression on his face was so serious that Melanie and Baidie were very moved when they heard it.

Only Roland could hear a hint of irony from Rhett's words—sacrificing one after another for everyone's cause?

In the past wars, how many men who went to the battlefield understood the true meaning and reason of this war?

Many simply sacrificed in vain and made their families suffer in vain.

"As for those who don't believe it, you can try to prove it."

Brad said calmly.

"I was in a regiment of infantry, and I never heard of a gentleman like you until the last battle."

A small guest called out loudly.Roland glanced at him and recognized him as the little volunteer soldier of the Merryweather family—one of the few people who had survived the last battle and returned safely.

"Joining the army at the last minute of the war, it sounds like..."

Many people are skeptical.

Melanie looked at Rhett worriedly, fearing that he would not be able to accept this face-to-face questioning, the handkerchief in her hand was twisted into a ball.

But Ruide was looking for his master around.

He quickly found Frank and his new wife and came up to wish them well.

"Thank you both for sending me the invitation," he said.

Both Frank and Suellen looked embarrassed, which showed that either they didn't invite Rhett, or they invited them and didn't want to admit it.

"However, I am here today purely to offer blessings, not to confront you."

He handed Suellen a present wishing them a happy couple a hundred years together, and turned away.

"Everyone, although there are basically no people from Atlanta in the regiment I joined, I still encourage everyone to ask around to see if there is a No. [-] artilleryman like me at the last moment of the war."

artillery?

It turned out to be artillery?

Shocked faces filled the hall.

The men who enlisted in Atlanta went to either the infantry or the cavalry—who ever went to the artillery?

Now no one dared to question it, but still no one could prove for Ruide that he had indeed served in the army.

Rhett immediately saluted the entire hall, then turned to leave.

Some people are skeptical, while others think it's best for such a person to leave earlier.

But before Rhett left, he pulled Roland on.

"Mrs. Han, you haven't finished what you said to me just now."

Roland: ...how can it be!

She had nothing to say to him at all.

But the other party showed provocative eyes, as if asking: Do you dare?Do you dare to follow me and stay out of everyone's sight?

Roland was so excited by him, and immediately whispered: "What dare I not?"

"Mr. Bai, I'll give you one."

As soon as the words were finished, the expressions of the people in the hall were different. Baidie's face was pale, and she stared dumbfoundedly at the widow of her deceased nephew.

This... is this too bold?

But after Roland had spoken, she had no reason to take it back.

So she put out her hand to hold Rhett's arm in public, raised her head to look at Rhett's vibrant black eyes, as if saying: You have succeeded, let's go!

Outside Frank Kennedy's house, on the streets of Atlanta, Rhett took off his cloak and put it on for Roland.

"Do you admit it, you just want to come out of this house with me?"

Roland couldn't help rolling his eyes when he heard this question.

"Take the first half out and keep the second half—I admit I want to get out of this house and catch my breath."

Here's what she said: People in Atlanta are so judgmental that they forget they're not perfect.She really can't understand it.

"Get out of there, don't go back." Ruide persuaded her with a smile.

"It's not up to you to decide, it's up to me." Roland raised his head to face the night wind.

The night wind was indeed cold, and she couldn't help but retract her neck again, wrapping the cloak around her shoulders a little tighter.

This cute look made Rhett couldn't help laughing.

"You invited me, right? Thank you for inviting me to a wedding that I'm not interested in, and no one wants to accept me."

Roland: ...

This is really what she invited, and she didn't think about these at all when she invited.

There is a wall between Brad and people like Atlanta.

And so is she.

At this time, the music of the wedding scene sounded again, and the singing and laughter of the guests came from the house.The little episode just now must have been forgotten by those forgetful people——Roland was thinking.

At this moment, the man in front of him suddenly stretched out his hands to Roland: "Come on!"

Roland: ...?

"Mrs. Han, don't you like dancing the most?"

Roland: Not necessarily.

But Rhett was relentless, he smiled and said, "You insisted on the band that old Frank hired, right?"

"You want to dance, don't you?"

In the distance, the band is playing cheerful music: Pengchacha, Pengchacha...

"Come on!" Brad never took back his hand.

"Even if you are kicked out by the people in that room, as long as it makes you feel happy, then I am right to come today."

The rhythm of the band is good, every drumbeat hits the beat, making her feet really jump.

She really likes to dance, at big and small balls on the Pride plane, and when she is with the peasants on the Monte Cristo plane.

What she likes is the vitality and carefreeness conveyed in these dances-the dance tells her that every step she takes is on the ground;

And she was happy, and all her troubles, like other people's opinions of her, could be put behind her.

She always hoped that this wedding would boost everyone's morale. In fact, she wanted to please herself so that she could hold her head up after the disaster and continue to live with confidence.

"Or should I call you, Scarlett?"

When Roland heard this address, a burst of tenderness surged in his heart.She stopped hesitating immediately and caught the other's hands.

She could clearly feel that Rhett's strong arms were wrapping around her waist, and his dance steps were very skillful, leading her to dance on the road.

The lights of the big house in the distance illuminated his face, his shining eyes.

For a split second she wondered how they would be choreographed if someone in that house saw them dancing here.

But then she thought: What the hell?

At this moment she is indeed happy.

"Scarlett,"

Rhett came again, and he talked close to her cheek, and the hot air was blowing out on her earlobe, and there was a strange feeling-it seemed that this person was not so annoying.

"Scarlett, don't stay at Tara."

"Tara is too small to trap you—you'll have to get out of there one day."

Roland didn't answer.

She thought so too.

But she thought it was up to her to decide.

"And you have to come out." Rhett's eyes fell on her face, on the long eyelashes that drooped, and he could see every bit of her reaction clearly.

"You also know that you can't live under the same roof as Wei Xili forever."

Roland felt his whole body tremble.

She let go of the other party's hand at this moment, took two steps back, opened her eyes wide, and looked at the other party vigilantly.

"you've changed."

"When I mentioned Mr. Wei, you no longer looked like a cat whose tail was stepped on. You looked at me suspiciously, wondering how I knew all this in your heart, and even guessed that I just saw Wei Mr. was thinking about something..."

"Scarlett, you've grown up, and you're not the kid from before the war who cried and screamed when he couldn't get the doll he wanted."

Rhett looked into her eyes absentmindedly, as if trying to identify whether the body in front of him was still the soul he recognized.

"Your Mr. Wei, he couldn't come forward to help you shelter from the wind and rain when Tara was in trouble. Instead, he asked you to stand alone in the most dangerous time, and he took his whole family to hide under your protection. .”

"My dear little fool, he is taking advantage of your affection for him."

"No, it's not like that...Ashley is not like that."

Anger suddenly surged in Roland's heart.

Feelings are like this, there is no reason, they were happy just now, but now they become resistance.

Roland shook off the man in front of him, took off his cloak, and threw it back.

But suddenly a pang of sadness welled up in her heart.

While emotion exists, reason also exists.

Although she could feel the various emotions "implanted", Roland's brain was always thinking—she had to admit that Rhett was right: Wei Xili was not a reliable man.

If Wei Xili has been accepted to live in Tara, then she has to leave.

Otherwise, it would either hurt Melanie or hurt herself.

But emotionally, she knew that Scarlett could not make up her mind - even if she breathed the same air as Wei Xili, Scarlett would feel that the air was delicious.

Rhett Brad was right, Scarlett was a little fool.

She shook off the other and walked straight back down the road in front of Frank's house - she had to go back to that house now for the sake of her family, and she had to accept people giving her cold eyes.

"Oh, Scarlett, I think I may be blind."

A man's voice came from behind her.

"You haven't changed, you haven't changed at all."

The tone was a bit strange, and the speaker couldn't tell whether it was happiness or disappointment.

"Happiness to you, Miss Scarlett."

This is finally complete irony.

Roland had already reached the door of the house at this time.She heard the hooves of the carriage, and turned to look out into the street.

I saw a covered carriage slowly driving along the street and stopped beside Rhett, the door opened, and a red-haired woman leaned out.

Roland knew that it was Bell Watling.

She suddenly wanted to laugh out loud.

But she held back in the end, just turned around smartly, and walked back to that house, back to those critical, examining, and critical eyes.

So she didn't know that behind her, the man hugged the cloak she had put on briefly, smiled and shook his head at the people in the carriage, then turned around smartly, and walked slowly back to the residence, The leather shoes made a crackling sound when they stepped on the ground.

Suellen opened the "gift" sent by Rhett, and found a check there:

The amount above "US$1570" was even full of odds and ends.

She told Frank it as a joke.

Frank: Why does that number sound so familiar?

Only then did he realize that what he had negotiated with the band was that the cost to invite the band was 15 dollars, and another 70 cents was for the band to rent a carriage to transport musical instruments.

The guest presented his wedding with a live performance.