Drift [Gone with the Wind Drift Doujin BL]

Scarlett, Scarlett, I've been trying to show you that wishing and fulfillment are two different things, and that the quickest may not come first.Do you think lover is a beautiful new dress?Do you think you are invincible?Do you think that if your parents and brothers pamper you and spoil you, everyone in the world will do the same?

Well, Scarlett, you should suffer a little, as much as you can bear.

In terms of education, the parents and the black mothers are obviously failures - it's not that they don't love Scarlett, but the way of love is wrong.True love will make the loved one mature psychologically, instead of being a child who will never grow up all his life.

In the summer, this county holds barbecues and dances almost every week on average. Every family and everyone knows each other and everyone is very friendly.

However, this kind of enthusiasm and friendliness is only limited to the locals.

For example, at this moment, although Rhett Butler is mixed with everyone, he has been talking to John Wilkes, and his dark eyes contain a faintly funny look, as if he is looking at the whole room playing house. Child.His gaze seemed to see through the hustle and bustle of the crowd, so high above, as if... like an angel dressed in black, condescendingly conducting the doomsday judgment.

So lucid and sharp, he was a loathsome and frightening figure.

Scott looked away from Rhett, and he moved closer to Ashley, the smile on his face disappeared completely, and even the dimples could not be seen.Ashley was taken aback for a moment, his gray eyes showed bewilderment and doubt.

Scott's voice became as light as silk and as hard as steel: "I have something very important to tell you, Ashley."

Ashley also suppressed the smile on his lips, motioning for him to continue.

At the same time, there was another person who was still talking easily and freely, but there was a curious look in his eyes.

Hehe, a little guy who suddenly becomes serious, so cute.

A man who likes children very much looks at Scott without blinking with an inexplicable smile.

"It's not a gentleman's thing to hurt a beautiful girl, is it, Ashley?" Scott lowered his voice.

Ashley was obviously puzzled, but he could only nod and talk nonsense: "Of course not."

"So, if you have to hurt a girl, should you cut her off and make her suffer for a while, or entangle her and make her suffer forever?"

Ashley still didn't speak, but his eyebrows were wrinkled, and he already understood what Scott meant.

"Scarlett is in love with you, you know it." Scott deliberately slowed down his speech, stopping every word, and his penetrating voice slowly entered Ashley's ears.He said quietly, "Scott, but..."

Scott interrupted him without hesitation: "Scarlett is going to confess her love to you today and propose to you by the way."

Even though Ashley knew the siblings very well, he couldn't help opening his mouth.Scott didn't give him a chance to refute or express emotion, he turned Ashley's head on his own, and said seriously: "Don't be so weak, Ashley, face it bravely." Sympathetic, "But you must promise me one thing, otherwise I will break up with you." The last few words were already vicious.

Ashley had been sleepwalking, apparently not recovering from the complex blow.But Scott's last words, like a sobering dose, revived his somewhat confused brain.Ashley nodded with a wry smile and listened attentively.

"Scarlett will propose to you at noon today. Don't worry about how I know, it can't be wrong anyway." Scott said cleanly, firmly, and determinedly, "When she asks, don't let sympathy overflow. Please You tell her straightforwardly and in one sentence, you don’t love her, you don’t love her, you have never loved her, and you will never love her.” Scott grabbed his hand and shook it firmly, saying: “ Don't be tactful, don't be sympathetic, tell her that you love Melanie, you will love Melanie's soul unswervingly until your death, and you will never fall in love with someone like her...Anyway, you can choose vicious words anyway."

This time, Ashley was really astonished, he said uncertainly: "Is it too ruthless and cruel?"

"No, if you keep getting involved with her and keep her hopeful, that's the real ruthlessness and cruelty."

Scarlett, I know you're going to get through this, it's nothing to you.I will not let your youth be wasted in missing and missing.

The interest in Rhett's eyes deepened as he watched Scott nibble on a chicken bone for the first time with relish, crunching the bone and sucking the marrow inside.

Like a hungry pup that hasn't grown up yet?Otherwise, why did his eyes seem to grow greener when he stared at the bone?

The sun was white and rising higher and higher.The weather is getting hotter and hotter, and it's a good time to sleep if you have enough food and drink and the hot weather.Scott's eyelids were a little heavy, but at this moment Ashley's usual lazy expression disappeared, and he frowned, thinking about Scott's suggestion, no, order.

The sun was getting higher and higher, and a lingering drowsiness hit the crowd.The black people slowly tidied up the bones on the long table, and the conversation and laughter gradually became subdued.The crowds of threes and fives also fell silent, the palm fans moved more and more slowly, and some gentlemen were already dozing off from the heat and overeating.

During the interval between the luncheon and the evening party, people were quiet and peaceful, except for the young boys who kept their vitality.They moved from group to group, talking in slow whispers, as beautiful as thoroughbreds and as dangerous.There was an air of midday languor over the party, but beneath it lurked some irascible uncertainties.Although men are gentlemen and elegant, this is only a small part of being tamed.There is a semi-civilized savagery hidden in everyone, waiting for a spark to be stimulated.

The banquet became more and more silent.At this time all the people suddenly heard Gerald's passionate loud voice.It turned out that he was standing not far from the picnic table, arguing vigorously with John Wilkes.

"What the hell, John! Begging for peace from the Yankees? After we've opened fire on that rogue at Fort Sumter? The South should show by force that it is absolutely invulnerable to insult, and strong enough not to rely on the benevolence of the Union but on its own." power to break away from the Federation!"

Scott immediately raised his eyelids with a resigned smile.My dear papa, so we shall stay till midnight again!

In an instant, drowsiness escaped from the lazy crowd, and an electric current spread rapidly.Men jumped up from benches and chairs, flailing their arms, raising their voices with all their might, trying to overwhelm the others.There had been no talk of politics and the impending war all morning, because Mr. Wilkes had asked that the ladies be left alone.Now that Gerald yelled the words "Fort Sumter," every man present almost immediately forgot his master's warning.

"Of course we're going to fight..." "The Yankees are thieves, a bunch of rascals..." "They can be wiped out within a month..." "It goes without saying that one Southerner can kill twenty Yankees..." "Teach them a lesson they'll never forget..." "See how Mr. Lincoln insulted our envoy!" Where's Fort Sumter!" "They want war, we'll make them fear war!"

Above all these voices Gerald had the loudest.Scott really wondered how he could burst out with such a loud volume with such a short character?He rubbed his temples resignedly, and if it wasn't too rude, he would have covered his ears.Fortunately, being a child at his age, no one would fight for his ideas.Scott looked around and found that besides himself, there were only three males who were unimpressed.

Ashley never cared about war, on the contrary, he always hated war; Charles was still sitting next to Scarlett, not joining the frothing crowd; there was another one, with an unfathomable face, watching children play games Emoticon Rhett Butler...

"You don't have an opinion, Ashley," said Jim Tarleton, turning from the group of shouting men.Sure enough, they only asked Ashley's opinion, apparently thinking of Scott as one of the kids playing on the lawn.Ashley apologized softly and stood up.As he got up, the noisy crowd fell silent, and everyone was looking forward to Ashley's speech.

"Gentlemen, if Georgia is going to fight, I will join. Otherwise, why should I join the cavalry company?" He said, his gray eyes were wide open, and his usual sleepy look was unprecedented in the crowd. Disappeared in the intense expression of the past. "But, by God, I hope the Yankees give us peace instead of war..."

There was an uproar among the Fontaines and Tarleton boys, and he smiled and raised his hands and went on: "Yes, yes, I know we have been deceived, insulted, and damaged. But suppose we were in the position of the Yankees, and it was they who were going to secede, what would we do? We wouldn't say yes."

Ashley is a person who is good at empathy.Scott held his forehead and sighed even more helplessly.However, his appearance of talking eloquently is much better than usual drowsy.

"Most of the suffering in the world is caused by wars. It's better not to get too hot-headed and fight. Because when the war is over, no one knows what they want or what they get."

Unsurprisingly, there was a wave of violent and indignant opposition from the crowd.Scott tugged at his sleeve, leaned closer to his ear and said, "It's unreasonable for a scholar to follow a soldier." So Ashley shut his mouth "obediently".

Oops, it's so noisy, it's so boring, it's all "war", "war", did they participate in the war?Do you know what war is?Scott suddenly felt helpless and aggrieved.In fact, even in his previous life, he had never participated in a real war.He is a special soldier, the type with super individual combat capability but not suitable for conventional combat.His mission is usually to join forces with six or seven companions to rescue hostages and protect important personnel.He remembered that one of his companions was forced to retire at a young age because he failed to rescue the hostages, and he, because of injuries, had to retire in his twenties...

He was lost in memories, feeling sorry for himself, when suddenly, the agility honed by special training and the difficult life at sea made him feel a warm gaze.

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