Drift [Gone with the Wind Drift Doujin BL]

There was a sound of hoofbeats in the driveway outside the main entrance.Scott's heart skipped a beat.

The voice was rapid and intense, and the stones splashed. The man stepped across India's favorite lawn as if blown by a hurricane, and ran straight to the group of lazy men under the shade of the trees.

Scott leaned against the floor-to-ceiling windows, watching chickens flying and dogs jumping in the yard, people screaming and screaming.The crowd surrounded the messenger, and the goblet and plantain fan were thrown on the ground. On the table, wine and food were spilled on the ground, but no one paid attention.

Someone was asking questions, someone was shouting, and the tension and enthusiasm of the men could be felt from a distance.Then, Stewart's voice overwhelmed the din, and he shouted: "Ah-ah-heh!" This is the shout of the soldiers of the Confederate Army, full of confidence and madness.

If Scott hadn't been a soldier in his previous life, or a seasoned special soldier, then his tears would have flowed down his cheeks.

The lads rushed from the crowd to the stables, shouting.It was too noisy for Scott to hear.

Scott tilted his head and found that Rhett's expression was unpredictable.Scott said softly—as softly as if afraid to startle the dead—“Sometimes men wage war over the gods they make; , State Rights, Cotton King', the slogan of the war in the north is 'liberate the black slaves'. Hehe, Alexander II has promised to 'liberate the serfs', and now our slaves are about to be 'liberated'."

Rhett bowed his head, served him condescendingly, and said with a smile: "But who knows, 'liberation' is just another form of oppression."

Scott turned his head completely toward Rhett, and he slowly reached out and took Rhett's large hand.This is a gesture of comfort.

When Scarlett was in a bad mood, Ellen stroked her hand like this.

Scott knew that now Rhett's mood was definitely not as relaxed as he had shown.He felt Rhett's sadness, a deep buried sadness that is not understood by this era and does not want to be discovered.

Rhett's thoughts are too advanced and too deep, even Scarlett, who is most similar to him, cannot fully understand his deep and even cold thoughts.

Rhett smiled again—as if he had been smiling forever—and looked very relaxed: "You are such a cute and thoughtful child, Scott." This sentence successfully made Scott withdraw his Hand, in fact, he wanted to break away a big hand.But Rhett's movements were more agile, and before Scott completely withdrew his hand, he successfully pinched his slender fingers, preventing Scott from continuing to withdraw.

Scott was taken aback for a moment, and found that he was inadvertently provoked by Rhett again.He calmed down expressionlessly, and stopped withdrawing his hands.

Those fingers that are soft but hard, silky and rough, are really cute, they are clearly a child but not like a child, in the end they are still a child.

I look forward to working with you more and more.

Rhett was thinking like this, when he lowered his head, he found that Scott's cheeks were puffed up in anger, and a pair of dark green eyes were round and round, looking at him resentfully.Rhett couldn't help laughing again, pinched his cheeks, and ruffled his black hair.

Rhett, your hair is black too, rub your own!Don't mess with my hair!

Scott wanted to transform into a cat or a wolf, and scratch him a few times to see if he dared to tease him again.

The two looked at each other, their eyes collided, and sparks overflowed.

I don't know how long they stared at each other. Out of the corner of their eyes, they saw Scarlett's skirt coming rustlingly. Rhett silently let go of Scott's hand and walked out of the house.His jet-black head was held high, and even with his back turned to him, Scott could picture an evil, knowing smile on his face.

Scarlett put her weak hand into her brother's open palm, and said bluntly: "I agree to Charles' proposal." Scott was taken aback, and said in disapproval: "Don't think about it anymore?"

"Come on, don't be a mother-in-law, anyway, it doesn't matter who I marry now." Scarlett raised her chin high, trying to look brave.

Scott patted her hand and said, "At least find one you like. Have you forgotten that you always looked down on Charles?"

Scarlett stared and said, "Look down on Charles? How can I marry someone I look down on? How can I look down on someone who is somewhat like my brother?"

"Similar?" Scott opened his mouth wide.

"I can't tell you exactly how similar it is." Scarlett tried hard to think, but she obviously conflicted with "thinking", "Anyway, you are all beautiful, and Charles's kind of simple calf The same eyes, sometimes very similar to you."

Little... cow... calf...?

Scarlett, why do you, like Rhett, always treat me like a child?

Silently, Scott sent Scarlett upstairs to rest, and he was still leaning against the French windows.He suddenly longed for someone to talk to, like Ashley, or even that villain Rhett...at least, not to leave him alone, full of thoughts and thoughts.

Scott was staring blankly at the air outside the window, when suddenly a pair of brown eyes popped up in front of him, the eyes were in a trance with joy.

It's Charles.He walked hurriedly, his hair was disheveled and trying to straighten it, and his fair face was as red as geraniums.

What can make a shy boy so excited, besides war, is love.

"Did you know, Scott, that Mr. Lincoln is raising his men, and there are seventy-five thousand soldiers—I mean volunteers!"

Scott didn't answer him right away.His big emerald-like eyes narrowed, as if he was avoiding some unpleasant memory. In an instant, his big almond-like eyes turned into scarlet-like phoenix eyes, long and narrow, with upturned tails, full of wild beauty.In Charles' eyes, the images of the siblings suddenly merged.Thinking of the happiness when he proposed to Scarlett, his heart couldn't help beating wildly.

"But I still can't make up my mind whether to follow Mr. Wade Hampton's South Carolina Legion, or join the city defense team in Atlanta." Charles lowered his head slightly, not daring to look directly into his eyes.

Scott let out an "oh", and suddenly remembered that Charles died of typhoid fever two months after they got married, and died in obscurity.

Poor young man, he thinks that the love he has won is in vain, and I hope that his lofty wish of being rewarded for his meritorious service on the battlefield will not also be in vain.

Looking at Charles' shy but proud brown eyes, a thought suddenly popped into Scott's mind: Melanie was the reason Scarlett accepted Charles, right?

Scarlett is a little girl with an Oedipus, and Melanie has Ellen-like qualities, which unknowingly wear away Scarlett's disgust and hatred.Perhaps, because Charles was so similar to Melanie, Scarlett subconsciously stopped looking down on him?

Charles, you cannot die two months after your marriage and leave Scarlett with a yoke called "widow."He made up his mind, raised his head and said, "Have you proposed to my sister?"

This sentence successfully diverted Charles' attention from the war to other places.His geranium-colored cheeks became even more red, almost as bright as heather. Scott suppressed a smile and said, "I suggest you join the Atlanta City Defense Team."

Charles couldn't react to his quick topic change, and asked stupidly, "Why?"

"Do you have the heart to go to far away South Carolina and leave your beautiful new wife behind?" Scott said righteously.

"New wife..." Charles opened his mouth wide. Scott objectively believed that the current Charles was like a fish that was speared out of the water.

"As long as you promise me to join the Atlanta City Defense Team, I will be responsible for persuading Mom and Dad to agree to your marriage within two weeks."

Charles jumped to his feet, and he thought he'd get carried away shouting and jumping for a while.In the end he just looked down at him, his face beaming with joy, and his whole simplicity of heart could be seen in his big shining brown eyes.

There has never been a man who showed such an expression because of love, and in the future, there will never be another.

"I promise you, Scott!" he said with a smile on his face. "We'll be family from now on!"

Scott suddenly felt that it was a good thing to have a brother-in-law like Charles.

The author has something to say: Delete some small romance and small literary sentences.