Southern Rose [Gone with the Wind]

He felt a little bitter in his heart, thinking that this was really a difficult task for him.He is not afraid of difficulties, and he likes the satisfaction of completing a difficult task. For example, he is currently shuttled between the northern navy's blockade and dumping items. This is difficult, but he has done a good job. So he did it with great enthusiasm and made a lot of money.

He used to make money only for his own expenses, and he didn't plan to get married, so he didn't need to have any savings, but now...he didn't know whether he was earning money with his heart in order to marry Josephine, all he knew was that there was no Money couldn't afford a wife like Josephine.

He was startled by his own thoughts: Wife? !

"Reid?"

Josephine's voice was beautiful, gentle and sweet, the most beautiful female voice he had ever heard. His dream wife should have such a soft voice and such an appearance.

He suddenly felt a little flustered, vaguely knowing that he couldn't let her understand what she was thinking.

"what?"

"I thought you had other things to do." She wasn't about to invite him to stay for dinner.No matter what era, if a guest doesn't want to leave until the meal time, it must be waiting for you to invite him to stay for dinner.She doesn't care about "a lot of gossip at the widow's door", but for the sake of the children, she rarely invites outsiders to eat.

She lives alone with the children in her own house, not with old Mrs. Tarent and her brothers and sisters, and she has to be careful about some things, and she can't go out dancing all night as she likes when she lived in Paris.

The thought of dancing puts her spirits down.It is not good for a widow to go out to the ball casually, and others are very "understanding" and will not invite her to the ball, so she has very few social activities now.

People think a widow should be sad, not happy, and wear dark clothes all day long!This is what she hates, and she is still very young!She is only 26 years old, and she is at the best age, so she doesn't want to wear black clothes all day long, like a black crow.

So Rhett saw her, in such a beautiful blue and white striped silk dress that he always "forgot" that she was now a widow.

He couldn't help thinking of another young woman who refused to wear mourning.

The two cousins ​​don't look alike, Josephine is more beautiful and shrewd, Scarlett is just a little fool with no brains, innocent and a little stupid.

He hesitated for a moment, then stood up, "I think it's time for me to leave."

Walking out of the Tarent house and standing on the side of the road, Rhett chuckled a little self-deprecatingly: How could he think she would ask him to keep him for dinner?If Talent was still alive, maybe the host would invite him, but now...he was a little disappointed, but he didn't know whether it was disappointment that Josephine was not brave enough to ignore the rules, or disappointment that Josephine really No intention of inviting him to stay for dinner.

He thought angrily, how could he be so passive?She asked him to go to Atlanta to take Ellen, and he said yes at once, without thinking how hard it would be; He also didn't want to leave a bad impression in her heart because of this, he should have a gentlemanly demeanor, if he became a shameless bastard, then Josephine deserved to look down on him.

He thought for a while that he should show his manly charm, and for a while he thought about how to impress her.Poor Josephine, he could not help sympathizing with her, for she had never known what it was like to be loved by a man.

He suddenly felt full of courage again, thinking that this poor beautiful widow should taste the love of a man.

his love.

Victor went downstairs, "Mother."

"Have you finished your homework?" Josephine touched his little face.

"It's finished."

"It's time for dinner, Candace, let's eat."

Mrs. Jenkins came in. "Ma'am, dinner is in ten minutes."

"Go and bring Cynthia down."

"I thought you were staying with Mr. Butler for dinner."

"Mrs. Jenkins, I want to go out to play, but it doesn't mean I will invite others to eat at home." Josephine lazily stretched her arms and leaned on the sofa.

Mrs. Jenkins called the maid to take Master Victor to wash his hands and eat.

"Mr. Butler likes you, and it's not like you can't see it."

"Oh, don't say that now! There are many people who like me, but there is nothing particularly good about him."

"That's true." Mrs. Jenkins sighed softly. "It's a pity that Mr. Liu died shortly. It's really sad."

Mrs. Jenkins will naturally think that Philip Talent is an excellent husband. If you consider "stable, rich, and family-oriented", Philip is indeed a good husband. If you remove the bonus of "rich", no bad things are the best. At least she doesn't have to deal with mistresses and illegitimate children.

What else?It seems that there is nothing worthy of praise.

well!Thinking about it this way seems unfair to Philip. He is the eldest son, and he received the same education as a standard heir since he was a child. Rhett was a rebellious boy, and eventually became an "unworthy son" who was kicked out of the house.Philip is honestly his heir, a dutiful rich second generation, and a good brother to his siblings.

Even the poses on the bed were lackluster.

However, this does not mean that he was "wrong". It was not his fault that he did not understand the joys of life.

To be honest, she still missed him quite a bit, he was Cynthia's father, and she would always miss him for that.

As for the unlucky Rafael Hastings, he might as well die in India.

Cynthia was also dishonest during meals, she muttered that her brother had robbed her of something, and asked her brother what he had robbed her of, but she couldn't tell.

"Baby, brother is your relative, you should love him, understand?" Josephine corrected her daughter with a good temper.

Cynthia pouted, "But brother stole my things."

Victor was very aggrieved, "Mother, I didn't rob my sister."

"I know you didn't. My sister is jealous. She is a wayward baby. And you, my baby, you are my brother. If my sister says you have done something you haven't done, I will allow you to punish her a little." one time."

Victor doesn't understand what "punishment" means.

Cynthia didn't understand either. She stared at her mother with wide eyes, and read directly from the expression on her face that "punishment" was not a good word.

She pursed her lips, and immediately began to cry, sobbing, her little face wrinkled into a ball.

Mrs. Jenkins surrendered first, "My lady! Don't you cry any more!"

"Oh! Victor, look at how funny my sister is crying!"

Victor was amused, his sister's little face was indeed wrinkled, and it was no longer so cute.

Cynthia heard her brother laugh, and cried louder.

Josephine made Cynthia cry for 10 minutes before motioning for the maid to carry her over.

"Don't cry, look at you crying, like a little frog."

"I, I, I'm not a little frog! Little frogs are ugly, I don't like them." Cynthia sobbed.She threw herself into her mother's arms, "Mom, can I sleep with you at night?"

"Okay." Josephine took the hot towel from the maid and wiped her face. "You little crybaby butterfly, are you a pretty little butterfly?"

"I, I am, I am the most beautiful little butterfly."

"Stop talking about things your brother hasn't done, it's not good, understand?"

Cynthia nodded, but shook her head again.

"Brother is the closest person to you next to your mother. If your brother loves you, you should also love your brother. Do you want other children to play with you?"

"I do not know."

"Okay, you will be 3 years old next month. I will ask someone to find you a little friend to play with you. You will like it." She thought that Cynthia should have a child of the same age to play with. Children should learn to play with others, otherwise they may develop a too lonely personality.

Victor also grew up in Paris with relatives' children in other people's nurseries, but he was precocious and didn't like those cousins ​​very much.

"I wish there was a Damian."

"How old is Damian, do you want a boy?"

"What's a 'boy'?"

"You are a girl, brother and Damian are boys, you are different."

"What's the difference?"

Josephine was overwhelmed by the question: How to explain "the difference between men and women" to a 3-year-old child?

"When you're a few years older, I'll tell you what's different. Now you just need to know that you're a girl and your brother and Damian are boys, get it?"

"don't know."

"Silly boy." Josephine rubbed Cynthia's hair.Cynthia was also born blonde, just like Victor, except that Victor's hair color is still very light blonde until now, while Cynthia's hair color has begun to change to golden brown.

Raphael is blonde and Philip is a dark blonde.

She took another look at Victor, whose birthday was in August and who was turning nine now. The boy aged 8 or 9 was already a tall and thin gentleman, tall for boys of the same age, almost half a head taller than Damian.His personality hasn't changed much, he's always a little too mature, and a child of this age shouldn't be too mature and stable.

At first, she thought that maybe she was not very close to the child, so she developed Victor into his current temper, but in fact, Cynthia was not very close to her, so she raised a bad-tempered child.Emile always said that Cynthia was like her when she was a child, and she couldn't believe that she could play around like this when she was a child.

Cynthia's temperament is not like Philip, and Victor's temper is not like Raphael.

Cynthia fell asleep in her bed.

She asked the maid to carry Cynthia back to her room. She was not used to taking the child to sleep on the bed, and it was not good to hold the child down when she fell asleep accidentally.The child slept soundly, like a little pig, it would not wake up even if it was carried around.