under the field

Scarlett

If you ask me the most unbelievable thing I have encountered on this journey, there are really many, but I will list today's encounter as the top.

Remember running from Warwick to a small village?That time someone in Blair's gang mutinied, and I met Cartier in "Margaret Dress".I was impressed anyway, and apart from witnessing bloodshed for the first time, I remember I managed to spend my last penny there.In addition to taking away the red cloak, I once rewarded Cartier with my last penny at the last moment before escaping.

At that time, I would do it out of gratitude to this frizzy girl.She showed us the escape route, and maybe after that she would probably be fired by Mrs. Margaret, the brothel's madam, or worse, be punished by the wicked for helping us escape.But what happened later seemed to echo what I said to Colin this morning: nothing is impossible.

Cartier, that young girl who was wearing a funny makeup in front of the brothel and clumsily solicited business, that warm-hearted and kind soul, is holding my hand tightly at this moment, with tears in her eyes. "I must thank you..." she choked out, "You saved my life, otherwise I would never have met him." She turned to look at the man standing behind her.

It was a tall and handsome young man named Jon, whom Cartier met on the rainy road after taking up the courage to resign to Mrs. Margery and leaving "Margery's Dress".

"At that time, he was rushing back to his hometown, and this was here." He looked at Cartier, who was embarrassed in the rain, and proposed the idea of ​​letting her get into the carriage to shelter from the rain.

"I have nothing to repay him. After all, I gave all the money you gave me to Mrs. Margaret, so she was willing to let me go." Cartier had nothing to repay, so she untied her in the carriage. Clothes, frightened Jon who was reading a book.She thought that no man would refuse such a way of repaying her. After all, she spent more than half of her life in such vulgar places. That was her cognition, and she had no other ideas.But Jon, now Cartier's husband, did something that Cartier never thought would happen to her.

He pulled up Cartier's faded clothes to cover her naked body, he didn't even look directly at her body, and took off his coat to cover her body, making Cartier's trembling heart wet, In the carriage on that rainy day, it was completely delivered.

"It's what the heart wants." She and Jon looked at each other affectionately. They looked at each other without any hindrance. In Jon's eyes, I could see how much he loved the woman in front of him.

"I can say that without you, I wouldn't be where I am now." Cartier walked to my side, took my hand and placed it in front of her belly, with light and tears in her eyes, "I wouldn't have it."

The skin under my hands is warm and scorching, and I seem to be able to touch the small but passionate life inside through the layers of cotton wool.I can't even say any words, don't know how to describe it all.

"I...I'm really happy for you, Cartier." I shook my head in disbelief, and whispered to her, "I'm really happy."

Cartier put the wrapped pancakes on the table. Seeing Colin's action to pay, he said, "We will be happier if you don't continue to rush to pay."

Jon went on: "Would you like to stay for supper?"

I looked at Colin, who leaned over and whispered in my ear, "I don't care, I just remember you need to bring breakfast back to the tireless two."

"Jon is the best cook here, I guarantee that you will never eat such delicious food in Wells!" Cartier looked at me pleadingly, "Please, Scar, you are our benefactor." As I couldn't bear to refuse the cute look at the beginning, and asked, "I have to go back and bring these to my friends..."

"Then bring them all!"

We made an appointment with Cartier to have dinner at the couple's small restaurant by the stream in the evening, and when we brought the pancakes back to Wellsburg, we met several hangover men.

Nigel was still pissed off with Colin, but even that didn't stop him from snatching several different flavors of pancakes from me.He didn't even look at Colin, he just talked to me like he was empty.Ever since Colin accepted Karl's request to encircle and suppress [-] royal guards, he never spoke to Colin again.

He sat on the chair, dangling his legs and nibbling pancakes. I pushed Colin, "You should talk about it." I encouraged him, "Like I talked with you last night."

Colin didn't refuse, he looked at Nigel on the other side, and fell silent.After a while, he strode towards him, and I nodded in satisfaction, and then I saw him narrowly walking back to me and leaving a sentence: "But isn't it wrong to apply what I said to you last night to Nigel?" Suitable for..." I punched him in anger, and he laughed and ran away to Nigel.

Nigel on the other end looked away arrogantly, seeing that they could finally talk peacefully, I left there with confidence.

Selena was the only one left in her room, but until then, just in case, I stuck at the door and didn't go in.She looked at me with some dissatisfaction, so I had no choice but to walk in silently.

Her room was as messy and messy as it was after the war, and she didn't take it seriously when she received my sight, so I handed her the pancakes. "Where's Otis?"

"Ma'am, can we stop talking too much about our one-night stands," she replied.

"But he asked me to bring back his share too."

She ate it on her own, "Then you can put it here."

I sat uncomfortably on the corner of her bed and she glanced over and said, "We didn't do it on that." I moved my butt and sat on it.

After a long while, she spoke again: "If you look at me with those rabbit-like eyes again, I will definitely dig out those eyeballs."

"..."

I kicked my dangling legs and looked at her flushed face, "I thought you two were not getting along?"

"It doesn't prevent us from being able to communicate physically."

"...Oh." I whispered, "Otis is a nice guy." She glanced at me and said nothing.

When Otis came again, Selena had already fallen asleep on the bed.I handed him the rest of the pancakes, and he was still staring at the people in the room. "I think we can go to my friend's house for dinner."

"friend?"

"It's a long story." I laughed, this is indeed a long but rare karma. "Her husband is a cook who runs a restaurant in a small town and is said to be a very good cook."

"The Swam?" came a voice from behind, another hangover smoky voice.I tried not to be too embarrassed when I met Carl again, and turned to him and replied: "Yes."

"It's really a tavern with a rare and amazing menu," he said.He seemed to have just woken up, his hair was no longer in the strict and neat hairstyle, it was a bit messy at the moment, which made him look less depressed.

I don't think he forgot about last night, even though he's had a lot to drink, there's a subtle reminder of our unhappiness last night.

"Are you going to eat there tonight?" Carl said. "Who is going?"

Seeing that Otis didn't want to reply him, I just nodded and counted: "There are Selena, Shay, Nigel, maybe Jamie also..."

"Is it convenient to take me?" Carl looked at me and asked.This was supposed to be a joking question, but it didn’t seem like the same thing when it came out of his mouth. You couldn’t even say a casual rejection to him. Finally, I looked at him and forced Under the pressure, he said warmly and generously: "Okay!" Otis cast contempt on him.

"Then I'll wait for you in the lobby downstairs at 06:30." Carl said to himself, then nodded to Otis and left the corridor.

Receiving Otis' sight, I helplessly explained to him: "You know I can't refuse him, he looks like the kind of person who is about to draw a knife and stab him if he is rejected."

"Your description is really incisive." He squinted at me. "I bet, apart from you, no one else will have a good look at him tonight."

He finally came up to me and grunted and gnawed a bite of the pancake, like a sleep-deprived brown bear: "Especially Colin!" Then he swaggered back to his room, leaving only me slightly in the empty corridor. sigh.

In the afternoon I found Jamie at the intelligence department in Wellsburg.It was a pity that he and the other agents were so busy analyzing the pigeons and documents that had come in during the fall that he couldn't get away from the appointment until the information was sorted out and put in place.This is really frustrating, after all, good and gentle Jamie is the only person who will put on a "good face" like me tonight.

Jamie laughed out loud when he heard what was going on in my heart. He patted me on the shoulder like a gentle father and said, "Actually, Colin Otis had a good relationship with Karl before. In the past, it would not be an exaggeration to say that they could wear the same pair of trousers."

"These old events that can never go back are like dust on the glass windows. You can't pretend that they don't exist without you deliberately erasing them." Jamie wiped the window with his fingertips, and flicked his fingers to disperse the dust , "This is not something we can do. If he chooses to hate, the only thing we can do is remain silent."

The letters on the table are piled up in a mess, but Jamie can clearly know which area and category they belong to in each corner. Only after handling these things with his own hands can he understand the regularity and significance of their arrangement.

"They are all excellent young people, that's for sure. So girl Hastings, don't think too much. Sometimes, men solve things much more neatly than women." See me looking at him , he emphasized with a smile, "You have to admit it, hahahaha!"

He picked up another carrier pigeon, carefully removed the bundled letters from its feet, and gently put it on the ground. "There shouldn't be a frown on a pretty face, sweetheart."

Until the last time I left the intelligence department, Jamie still told me from behind: "Be careful of the bird droppings on the ground!"