Drift [Gone with the Wind Drift Doujin BL]

The author has something to say: Hearing that a third-grade kid is writing a novel that is not suitable for children... I knelt down.Chapter sixteen is a brand new chapter.In the past few days, we will maintain a daily update of 2000~3000 words per day, and the daily update time is 7:8 to [-]:[-] in the evening~

On the day of the wedding of the two couples, Rhett wore a black coat, a gray vest and trousers similar to the one he first appeared in Twelve Oaks Manor. The silver chain decoration was shining on the vest, and the large and fashionable black bow tie looked thick Steady, compared with the vast majority of young people in gray military uniforms with light yellow accents, he looks more mature and charming.With one hand in his trouser pocket and the other on the gray-white handrail of the stairs, he chatted casually with Scott, occasionally said a sentence to Ashley, and spoke to the others with A kind of careless attention.

Rhett has everything to attract a girl's attention: a clean-shaven chin, a well-trimmed black mustache, dark skin, powerful big hands, muscular broad shoulders, a deep and charming voice... Standing with him, Scott felt as weak as a rag doll.However, the hidden psychological inferiority did not leak to the appearance at all. In fact, everyone admitted that the two people standing together are a sight to behold, even though Ritter is not so popular.

Among the young people present, only Rhett and Scott were not wearing military uniforms.Scott was wearing a gray coat, black vest and black trousers, which contrasted with Rhett's black coat, gray vest and gray trousers.The waist and trouser legs are much narrower than popular styles, and the beautiful and slender curves of the waist and legs are meticulously and properly outlined.The black and smooth hair was combed back, revealing a smooth, fair, beautiful forehead, making her look older than her 14-year-old real age.Scott told the two grooms: "If I am not old enough, I will join the army with you and take care of you."

Ashley burst out laughing, "Take care of us?" Charles hurriedly said, "Want to go to the battlefield? I'm afraid you won't have a chance in this life! We will definitely defeat the Yankees in a month and come back victorious! You just have to look forward to it." Listen to our stories of the war."

Charles is flushed, and although he still stammers a bit, his success in love has allowed him to gradually dig out his inner self-confidence.

At the climax of the wedding, Charles stammered, his face was flushed, he was at a loss, and almost made a joke under the witness of the pastor and guests.Ashley, on the other hand, walked steadily, and his voice was deliberate.The two grooms were dressed in gray military uniforms, light yellow collars, two rows of beautiful brass buttons on the chest, and high cowhide boots.

Although, maybe when they go to the battlefield, their straight military uniforms will be frayed, their handsome breeches will be unraveled, their boots will be full of holes, and even...

Scott is sad.

Rhett lazily pulled his left hand out of his trouser pocket and folded his arms over the armrest.At this time, the ceremony has come to an end."How I love this estate," he said with a raised eyebrow, without an exclamation point in his tone.

Scott immediately went on to say: "Isn't it sacred by candlelight." It was very pointed, and there was no period in Scott's tone.

There were too many guests, and half of them were forced to live in Tara Manor.After seeing off half of the guests, the hall was instantly emptied.Scott glanced around and found that Rhett was gone, probably because he was tired of Twelve Oaks Manor, and went to Tara with the guests to change his mood.

Scott was exhausted physically and mentally—as if he were more tired than married Scarlett.At this moment, hurried footsteps came from behind, without even turning his head, Scott knew that it was definitely Scarlett's footsteps, and without turning his head, he knew that her beautiful pale face was confused and at a loss.

Scott turned sideways, stretched out one hand, and another equally slender hand held him tightly.Scott put his sister in his arms, looked at the nearest room was the library, and had to pull her inside.

This is where Scarlett was humiliated, where her self-esteem and vanity were broken, and where she gave up and tried to change.

The light in the library is dim, only a few candles that are about to burn out.Candle tears were piled up on the tray and looked like they were about to flow onto the table.

The library is in a semicircle shape, the door and walls are off-white, stained orange by the candlelight.The heavy books and thick mahogany piano are more depressing and dull.Scott opened the fuchsia brocade curtains, and even the beige shutters, letting the moonlight, smoother than taffeta, illuminate the room.The mottled tree shadows swayed on Scott's body, sometimes bright and sometimes dark.

"What a beautiful night scene in early summer." Scott murmured, and he pulled the depressed girl to the window, "You are only 16 years old, life has just begun, and everything will be fine."

Scarlett's eyebrows and lips twitched a few times, and she buried her head on Scott's chest and wept bitterly: "My life is over, but it doesn't matter anymore, it doesn't matter who I marry, it's all over..." She babbled, inarticulate He complained, like a child who has been wronged and lost his temper.

Scott stroked her long black hair one by one, untied Scarlett's bun, massaged her temples with his strong fingers, and patted her back with the other hand, waiting for Scarlett to calm down.

"Okay, I will allow you to be hysterical for a while, if you lose your temper again, I will laugh at you." Scott patted the sobbing Scarlett, "You are only 16 years old and not 60 years old, how can everything be over? How come it doesn't matter? Well, don't cry, my dear, can you listen to me after venting?"

Scarlett seemed to be aware of her gaffe. She looked at Scott whose chest was wet with regret, forced a smile, took the handkerchief and wiped her eyes and nose.

Scott's back was straight all the time, and there was a faint scent on the fabric, like the fresh and sweet scent of milk and fruit mixed together.Scott's appearance reminded her of Ellen, and she dared not tell her mother her true feelings, because her mother would definitely be sad.Fortunately, Scott can understand her.

Scott's voice was low, but it entered Scarlett's hot ears irresistibly: "You can't choose love, but you can choose the object of love, do you understand?"

Scarlett shook her head and said she couldn't figure out the difference between "love" and "love."

"Love is not the whole of life, but cuteness is the whole of life. Without a lover, life will not end, but without love, the world will be completely nothing."

Scarlett half understood.

"Because you are my sister, I chose to love you. Because we are mother's children, mother chose to love us. Many girls did not fall in love with their husbands, but in their married life, they gradually learned to give, Learned to love."

Scott's childish voice, which has not yet changed, is like a string of cool and mellow beads pouring into the ear.

"Love is an impulse and passion, love is fleeting, love is not real love."

"True love is not possession but giving. Give care, give love, give to the one you love, and you will reap love. Love cannot be chosen, it needs fate, luck and sentiment, but love can be chosen."

Is love... optional?

Scarlett had never thought about it from this angle, or rather she had rarely thought about it.

Scott stood up and approached the globe placed on the table. His slender fingers slowly approached the surface of the globe as if sleepwalking, and slid inch by inch: "See this? Asia across the Pacific Ocean, the giant of ancient China Some people can’t even get enough to eat.” His voice soaked through the night, and with the sliding of his fingers, it became deeper and deeper, “Look here, the older African continent, where Europeans are killing people, and the aborigines are either be killed, or become a slave."

Scarlett opened her eyes wide, as if she understood what her brother meant.

"On this earth, people die every day, hunger, violence and killing happen every day, people die every day, and people work hard every day." Scott held her face and said seriously: "But you, Scarlett, You are so young and beautiful, so lively and charming, so carefree. You have a gentle and kind mother, you have a respectable father, you also have a well-behaved and sensible younger sister and a fairly capable younger brother." Said here Si Jiali laughed through tears.

"How many people do you know in this world who have no parents, no brothers, no money, no homes? How many wives do you know who became young widows?"

Scarlett gave him a hard look, pinched him and said, "Are you calling me a widow?"

Scott dodged lightly, and said with a smile, "Baby, if Charles died now, you wouldn't be happy, would you?" He continued to dodge, crossed himself on his chest and said, "Okay, I'm here for you." Husband pray, don't speak ill of him, you superstitious Irish goblin."

"Don't always think about what you don't have, but think about what you have, so that you will be happy. Cherish the fool who treats you well and loves you wholeheartedly. How many people will never meet such a fool in their lifetime."

Scarlett fell silent.The siblings sat quietly in the early summer night breeze, relatively speechless.