Drift [Gone with the Wind Drift Doujin BL]

Supported by Rhett's chest, Scott nimbly rolled over and jumped down, with a finger on his lips, motioning for Rhett to make a sound.His eyes were stern, like a kidnapper threatening a kidnapped girl, but Rhett saw his expression, and just widened the smile on the corner of his mouth.He ran quickly to Ashley's side and patted him on the shoulder hard.Ashley showed a frightened expression, and was relieved when he saw that it was Scott.Scott straightened Ashley's back and said with a smile: "Don't be so weak, cheer up." He kissed heavily on both sides of Ashley's cheeks, "The war is about to break out, When everyone is excited and frenzied, your downcast will undoubtedly spoil the scenery." Ashley was slightly taken aback, tried to pull out a weak smile, stroked Scott's hair and said, "It's okay, really."

Scott shook his head doubtfully.

"I've been in the library for a long time, I think I need to go out for a walk." Ashley barely stood up, and seemed a little dizzy, "Want to go out together?"

"No, I prefer the atmosphere of the library, I can't stand a group of hot-headed bulls rampaging outside."

"Although I prefer to enjoy the tranquility of the afternoon with you, I still have to fulfill my duty as a master." Ashley resigned and walked towards the door.

Scott watched Ashley's tall and thin figure disappear outside the door, his legs suddenly became weak, and he fell heavily on the sofa.

Then he heard a muffled but amused cry of pain.Looking down, he was sitting right on Rhett's lap.Scott jumped up immediately, apologizing.Rhett said with a half-smile: "Actually, I don't mind if you sit for a while." Scott glanced at him, and his shoulders suddenly collapsed: "I knew that some kind of animal couldn't spit out ivory."

Rhett asked curiously, "What kind of animal?" Scott smiled and didn't answer, realizing for the first time how pleasant it is to play tricks on people.Hehe, it would be more comical if he sat on Rhett's stomach.

Rhett suddenly took Scott's wrist without saying a word, and held the thin wrist in his big bronze hand, saying: "Your venerable father is so manly, even your sister You are also a manly man, why are you more beautiful than girls? I don’t think there is any girl more beautiful than you in the whole county.”

Scott's face turned embarrassing again.He pursed his lips and remained silent, sulking in his stomach.Caucasians seem to be gender-ambiguous in their youth, Scott comforts himself, hypnotizes himself.Just wait, in a few years, I will definitely be more MAN than you, just wait and see.

Rhett's dark eyes sparkled as he scanned Scott from head to toe, hand to leg, and concluded, "You're prettier than your sister."

Is there such a comparison?He is angry, he is upset.It's a pity that Scott is a man without a sense of humor, and he can't say a few witty remarks in return, he can only sulk in his stomach.In short, Rhett is a jerk + villain + scoundrel!

Identification is completed.

"It would be fine if you were a girl. I will definitely propose to your father solemnly." Rhett raised one eyebrow, folded his arms together, squinted his eyes, and stared at Scott with a smile.

... Rhett was still a hooligan.Identification is completed.

His lack of respect for women (except for Melanie) is even more eclectic for men.

Scott decided to save himself from this weird conversation, and he planned to start with Rhett's biggest concern.He raised his body and got closer to Rhett, pushed the drooping bangs to the sides, and pinned the slightly long black hair on both sides of the cheeks behind the ears.The interest in Rhett's eyes grew stronger, and he crossed his legs and put on a look of watching the show.

Calm down, calm down, I'm not Scarlett, I won't easily annoy him, although his eyes and expression are annoying, this person... is annoying!

He said cautiously: "The war is about to break out, you must be very clear, Captain Butler?"

Rhett changed his posture again, turning his chest and abdomen to Scott, which was a gesture of trust: "There is no doubt that this war must be fought."

"And we will definitely lose."

Rhett's dark eyes grew brighter, like a clear night sky lit by moonlight.He lit a cigar and said casually, "I don't think you mind if I have a cigarette."

"Of course I don't mind." Scott was equally casual, "My dad is a smoker." He continued the topic just now: "Actually, war is never a contest between justice and evil, but two different evils fighting for the right to money. Fighting against the control of the government, leaving a pile of cannon fodder. I remember a certain philosopher said that the consequences of being short-tempered and imminent are cannon fodder. But what is justice and what is evil? The boundary between justice and evil, It was run over by the wheel of history, and it became blurred."

"If you are still struggling with justice or evil, it means you are still a child." Reiter said with a smile, "You are a child who was secretly replaced by a fairy."

Knowing the legend, Scott suddenly felt bad.The child who was swapped... That's right, he was swapped by fate into the world of "Gone with the Wind", taking Suellen's place.He was not replaced by a fairy, but a child who was replaced by fate.

Suddenly feel depressed.

What can he do?No matter what we do, it is impossible to stop the wheel of history.

No matter what he does, the peaceful life he loves will eventually be completely broken.

The tide of capitalism will sweep the entire United States.

The era when masters and slaves lived in harmony, when ladies and gentlemen gathered together, will be gone forever.

"Doing it knowing it's not possible is really an essential element of classical tragedy." Scott couldn't help but sigh.

"Classic tragedy?"

"Yeah, Shakespeare's tragedy, fighting against fate, but in the end he couldn't fight against fate, and then was mercilessly destroyed by fate."

"Fate?" Rhett was a little disdainful, "What is fate?"

Scott wrinkled his nose, and said softly—as if he was afraid of disturbing some mysterious power in the dark—: "Fate is the general name of human beings' helplessness. And what I am going to do next is to A Shakespearean hero's action—a fight against fate, and even if it doesn't work, I'm going to do something about it."

Rhett concealed the shock in his eyes, leaving only a teasing laugh, he followed Scott's words: "What are you doing?"

Scott didn't answer, but asked instead, "Do you think you've seen me before, Captain Butler?"

Rhett thought it was funny, so he took Scott's shoulders—not surprisingly, he felt his thinness—and said, "Let me recognize it." After watching him for a minute, the corners of Rhett's mouth seemed to have nothing. The smile gradually faded, and it was no longer glib: "Yes, you are right... I seem to have seen you, but who are you?"

Scott leaned back, tilted his head slightly, and said, "The famous Captain Butler, how can he remember such a small role as me?"

The confusion in Rhett's eyes gradually faded.

"I'll just say it straight, Captain, you've heard of 'Sea Wolf,' haven't you?"

Rhett suddenly realized: "So it is! The rookie on the Atlantic route, the sea wolf!"

Scott smiled and said, "You might as well say, the sea wolf who came to steal your job."

Rhett grinned, showing eight teeth, which seemed to be disdainful and pampering: "Striving for a job? I have to say, little Scott, you are still a little tender. But speaking of sea wolves, I am indeed on the boat Accidental glance, size, movement, yes. But the sea wolf is said to be bald, hooked nose, and has a nearly an inch scar on his face. His methods, his terrible scar, are often forgotten the age of the sea wolf."

Scott sneered: "What is this little makeup technology?" He pointed to his face and said: "Although I can't subtract anything, at least I can add it up. Add a piece to the nasal bone and it becomes an aquiline nose; If you draw a line on it, it will be a scar; if you cut off your hair, you will be bald, which is very easy and convenient."

Rhett stretched out his hand, rolled up his smooth black hair like a black panther, stroked it lightly, and said regretfully, "What a pity, why are you willing to cut off such beautiful hair?"

Come on, Captain, that's not the point, is it?

Rhett saw his eyes wide open and wanted to refute, and found it very interesting, so he continued to tease him: "As for the name Sea Wolf... I think 'Sea Cat' is more suitable for you, with big green eyes and light weight. Silent steps, quick movements."

cat?

cat? !

Aloof and arrogant, maverick cat?

"...Captain, cats belong to the cat family, while wolves belong to the family of animals. Please review your textbooks."

Rhett grinned, shook his head and said, "You probably heard that I was expelled from West Point Military Academy a long time ago." He didn't look ashamed at all, he just took it as a joke, and was even a little proud .

"Okay, Haimao, have you taken a fancy to any famous lady in the county?" Reiter asked pointedly, "Could it be that you are too popular and you escaped into the library because you were chased and blocked by girls? "

Scott said disdainfully: "Those so-called ladies from famous families are too pretentious! They have a good appetite, but they insist on constricting their mouths as small as an asshole at the banquet, and their twenty-inch waists must not be full. As soon as I grasped it, the result directly led to fainting; I was not ignorant but I had to pretend to be a fool...God, I have no appetite at all!" After complaining indignantly, Scott said objectively, " Of course, this is not their fault, the fault is all blamed on this era, and the indifference to the nature of women has reached an unprecedented level."

Reiter pondered and said: "The education I received told me that women are weak and need protection from men. But I found that in many cases, it is women who support the development of society, women who protect men and create benefits for men. They have found a comfortable nest, and they still say that it is all thanks to the men."

Scott nodded and said: "Yes, women have a flexible rigidity that is difficult for men to possess. Unlike men, they are hard and fragile. Women are strong creatures."

Rhett showed a clear smile: "For example, your brave and strong sister. I believe your approach is the most appropriate."

Scott didn't reply to his smile: "Yes, she will get over it. After getting over it, Scarlett will become more mature, and it will be easier to find the happiness that is within reach around her."

Scott didn't want to talk about this issue, so he brought the topic back to the front: "Captain Butler, why don't we put aside the past and cooperate sincerely."

"Oh? Resentment? Collaboration?" Rhett leaned back on the sofa and extinguished the cigar in his hand. "I hope you can be more specific, Scott." He spoke easily, calling Scott's Christian name.

"We're talking about business, Captain." It felt uncomfortable being called by Rhett's Christian name.

"If we were friends, it would be much easier to talk about business, wouldn't it?" Rhett smiled, his slightly narrowed eyes could not see what he was thinking.

"Friend... Rhett?" Scott frowned and called out his name.

"It's a big improvement to call each other by Christian name instead of last name." Rhett smiled solemnly. Of course, there was nothing that could be called "serious" in his black eyes that rolled around.

"Well, Rhett, you know what I mean." Once the name was spoken, it slowly became more and more smooth, "I mean, once the war started, the agricultural south with few coal mines, factories, and artillery, It is absolutely irresistible to the Industrial North."

"Agriculture, industry?" Rhett smiled cynically when talking about business. "Your classification is very interesting."

"...and the Yankee fleet will soon block our port when there is a war. Although, according to my observation, the North can only mobilize three warships at present, but I believe that our port will soon be blocked. I want to fly a fly."

"Since even flies can't fly out, then..."

Scott straightened his back—his thin back straightened like a soldier—with a seductive smile and said, "It's our turn."

"and then?"

Scott stretched out his hand and made a gesture of ready to shake hands: "Let's be the thunder-crossers in the Atlantic Ocean."

Be the jumper of the Atlantic Ocean.

A simple sentence, without literary grace or embellishment, echoed in the library and on the eardrums of the two of them.

Rhett also stretched out his hand, his face was still calm and cynical, but in his eyes was the infinite excitement and joy of meeting his comrades and bosom friends.

Rhett took Scott's hand.

The hand was small and thin.The skin on the back of the hand is very smooth and soft.

But there are hard calluses on the index finger and thumb.

This is the hand of a man with a pistol.

Rhett found it in no time.Because the same part of his hand is also covered with the same callus.

Scott held his hand back—although it was very reluctant to hold a big hand with a small hand—he showed the most sincere smile: "Then we will be comrades-in-arms from today on."

In the Atlantic Ocean, in Cuba, in Nassau, in Manchester, in Liverpool, in the West Indies, in the British Isles, on the European continent, on the American continent... Since then, we have been comrades in arms working together.

"May we get rich together." Rhett also held his hand tightly, and didn't let go for a long time, as if he was reluctant to let go.

The author has something to say: Xiu Wen Diary: Scott plus a little personality: no sense of humor, no one-liners, no way to make girls happy.