Drift [Gone with the Wind Drift Doujin BL]

The author has something to say: Xiuwen Diary: Modify Scott's heart to be more mature, less emotional fluctuations, and smaller movements.

Scott's response to Captain Butler's cat teasing was calmer and more masculine.

Damn Rhett, why are you staring at me like that?I am neither food on a long table nor woman on a bench.Scott glanced at the other party, and continued to gnaw his bones calmly.

The girls smiled with gusto, and the men talked with gusto.Scott rolled his eyes and looked around. Except for Ashley, who was not easily moved, there was only one person who remained calm - Rhett Butler.He leaned against a big tree to enjoy the shade, and put his hands deeply in his trouser pockets.He had a short black mustache and full red lips with the corners turned down, as if he was listening to a group of children bragging.

Scott suddenly remembered an article by Lu Xun inexplicably, and the current situation is very similar.If a group of people sleep in a car on the way to a slaughterhouse, everyone sleeps to death.Unfortunately, two or three people woke up. Did they try to accept the wrath of their fellow passengers and shake them awake, or did they continue to sleep?Or jump out of the car and run for your life?

His rambling thoughts were interrupted by Stuart's rambling words.Stewart, with red hair like a clump of red algae and eyes like monkfish lights, said over and over again: "What's the point? We'll kill them in less than a month! A gentleman fights a war better than a mob." .One month...it's still worth it, just one battle..."

"Gentlemen," Rhett said, his voice was flat and slow, and he sounded like a Charlestonian.His upper body was still leaning against the tree, lazily refusing to leave, and he didn't bother to pull out his hands, "Can I say something?"

God, don't you old man let this guy make trouble again!Damn, lingering ghost figure!Pour cold water on a high-temperature flame, and the result is that the water is immediately decomposed into combustible gases, which intensifies the fire.

Seeing that this person spoke slowly, and was about to deliver the famous tirade, Scott was annoyed. He really didn't want this person to spoil the atmosphere of the whole banquet, so he stood up briskly, like sea water flowing through a crack in a rock. Squeeze out of the crowd.He pushed aside the young lads on the inner and outer floors, and felt the strong aura of depression emanating from the straight dress.Scott finally squeezed past Rhett before he could speak again, and he said boldly: "Sorry, Captain Butler, do you want to visit the library? I think you have to go back to Jonesboro this afternoon. Right? So, shall I have the honor of showing you around?"

Rhett glanced at him with a half-smile, and said in a drawn-out tone: "It's my honor, sir." The last word "sir" played on the tip of his nimble tongue, and dragged very slowly.Facing Scott, who was a head and a half smaller than himself, he clicked his heels together and bowed like a master dancer, a gesture that was so graceful for a tall man.His dark eyes fixed on Scott, arrogant, but not domineering in front of everyone.He followed Scott across the soft green lawn, stepped on the soft green grass, raised his black head, bursts of laughter floated in the air with his fluffy black hair like a dark cloud.

"A bunch of bastards who have eaten cannon powder." Scott muttered, wishing he was like old Mr. McCree, waving his cane and yelling without scruples.

Rhett followed him without saying a word, as if he was just a frizzy kitten who just needed to be groomed.Rhett slowed down to match Scott's small steps, but found Scott walking faster and faster.

How strange, such a small body, such slender legs, such small steps, how can it go so fast?Rhett returned to normal pace, walking not too far behind Scott's right.

"What in the name of God, what slaves, cotton, state rights. God is always on the side of the strongest army. I can't see that in four years, we will lose everything we have now." Scott continued muttering, Shouting about the basic common sense of the future world, Rhett continued to show an unfathomable expression.

Through the spacious hall, opposite is the library.The light in the library is dim. Entering the dark and quiet room from the bright and noisy outside, it seems like a world away.Scott suddenly felt physically and mentally exhausted, so he flung himself onto a heavy sofa. The high backrest was like a giant beast, blocking his thin back.

"It's not a gentleman's thing to leave guests aside." The low voice in his ear didn't make Scott look up.Rhett looked at the velvet poufs for the girls, and the uncomfortable-looking wide armchairs, and finally chose to sit next to Scott, sinking into the sofa comfortably, with an inexplicable smile Said: "I like the fireplace in the library." He patted Scott who was completely buried in the soft sofa, and asked casually: "I would like to know how little Mr. O'Hara squeezed through?" Of the crowd? It is as agile and quick as a cat, which is really admirable."

He saw it!Scott was silent.I can't tell him that I used to be a special soldier, and sneaking fast in the crowd is a necessary skill, right?Scott raised his head lazily, yawned and said, "Is this how Captain Butler thanked the benefactor who rescued you from the predicament?"

"Oh, rescue?" Rhett's voice raised along with his eyebrows.

"For saving you from a group of people who neither like you nor understand you, from a group of people you hate and look down on, why don't you thank me?"

Rhett's dark and bright eyes slightly bent, then picked Scott up and put him on his lap, and said earnestly: "This is why I like children, they usually see things more clearly than adults, and they understand the world more clearly. Deeper." There was a completely different light in his dark eyes, which made Scott feel...

Scott straightened up slowly, wanting to move away from those two muscular strong thighs calmly, but he didn't know whether the other party was intentional or not, Rett asked the two big hands under his armpit to completely block it. Scott's actions.Forced to have no choice but to use his fighting skills, Scott broke free from Rhett's arms like a slippery fish and jumped down like a cat whose tail was stepped on. His face was as usual, and his breath was not messy, but his heart was beating violently under the impact of anger.Scott said calmly: "Captain Butler, I am... 14 years old." Then he sat down on the sofa again unceremoniously.The sofa is facing the beautiful fireplace, which is very pleasing to the eye.Scott was well fed and dimly lit with the library shutters drawn, so he lay down again.The bedroom upstairs is where the girls take a nap, so he can only lean on the sofa and take a nap for a while.Rhett's low teasing laugh was heard again.He barely raised his eyelids, and rolled his eyes weakly, like a leaf being gently moved by the wind, and then returned to calm.

"Using 'show me the library' as a bait, but the host left the guest and went to bed by himself, presumably this is Tara's way of hospitality?" The voice was still so leisurely and slow.

Scott shifted to a more comfortable position on the couch like a sleepy cat, imitating his Charleston accent, and said slowly, "Your reputation is like a pair of ripped underwear, Butler. Captain, you can choose to mend, or you can simply take it off and throw it away. The former will eventually show traces of mending, and the latter, do you still have money to buy a new pair of underwear?" Scott said in a word.

If he opened his eyes at this time, he would find that Rhett's eyes were full of amused expressions, almost overflowing uncontrollably.

Scott continued: "However, although money is not everything, but without money is absolutely impossible."

What Scott never expected was that Rhett laughed again.The bursts of hearty laughter seemed to have slapped him across the face.

Although I said a piece of common sense and a piece of nonsense, isn’t interpersonal communication made up of all kinds of nonsense?what's so funny?