Drift [Gone with the Wind Drift Doujin BL]

After enlightening Scarlett, Scott still stood in front of the French windows.His hands are drooping, his body is slightly leaning forward, his shoulders are slightly set back, his back is straight, and his posture is tall and straight—this is a habit he has developed in standing in a military posture for several hours a day. Putting his weight on the soles of his feet can avoid dizziness caused by standing for a long time .Scott thought of many things in his previous life, turned around, and his thoughts returned to Scarlett.

Datong's seemingly profound and deafening words just now were not only persuading Scarlett, but also enlightening himself.Seeing the young men and women getting together one-on-one to talk about love, Scott secretly sighed that he was getting old, and on the other hand couldn't help secretly envious.He is not a god without emotions, he is also a human being, he will be lonely and sad, he will also want someone to share the burden on his shoulders, and he will also want someone to love.But...the girls all thought of him as a kitten, puppy and doll to play with.And Scott also thinks that he doesn't please women. He is not as clumsy and timid as Charles. Unfortunately, Scott thinks he lacks a sense of humor and can't tell jokes to make girls happy... In the end, he used a word to prevaricate himself: old.

A pair of jet-black eyes stared at Scott, silent but full of interest.

Such a little guy doesn't have the comfort, leisure and luxury of a wealthy life.On the contrary, his movements are quick, clean and pleasing to the eye. His steps are light and soundless. His shoulders are spread, his chest is raised, and his body is leaning forward, indicating that he must have received strict military training; no muscle in his body is in a relaxed state, like A little wolf staring at its prey and ready to go; when he sits on the sofa, his back is straight, and he can sit for a long time without moving his limbs; his eyes, which are exactly the same shape as his sister's, are not as lively as his sister's , a beautiful and delicate face is often expressionless; as long as he doesn't speak, he seems to be in a state of thinking forever, as if he is troubled by something, his eyes are so quiet that they are serious and even stern, as long as he doesn't smile, his brows seem to always be slightly frown ... Rhett's eyes locked on him for a long time, and he let himself observe this little guy.Not only was his curiosity not satisfied, but instead he was aroused to continue to take a deeper look at the details.

Anyone—as long as they are not old and treacherous people—is like a piece of glass, a piece of white paper in front of Rhett.But he couldn't see Scott's desire, nor could he see Scott's emotions.

In fact, in Scott's view, his distinctive characteristics are easy to explain-as a soldier, the most important thing is discipline and obedience.During his long years of unchanged military career, he has gradually become free of unnecessary desires, even unnecessary movements and expressions.

"Is that sofa comfortable? How long have you been behind me?" Scott's voice was low and he didn't turn around.

"Before you and your dear sister arrived, I was on this sofa. As the host who disturbed the guest's rest, don't you feel a little guilty? It seems that the library is really a good place full of secrets." The smiling voice and the smiling black Eyes rising together from behind the sofa, Rhett spoke slowly and lazily.

Scott turned around and fought back helplessly and powerlessly with drooping eyebrows: "You are still as brazen as ever."

"Are you neurotic, Scott?" Rhett's words sounded illogical.

Scott opened his eyes wide and opened his mouth, and asked in surprise, "What?"

"Okay, I finally have an expression, it's much better now." Rhett stood up and extended a hand to Scott, "You have been standing for a full hour and a half, and my back hurts from sitting. Still standing there as if nothing had happened, if I hadn’t heard the lively conversation between you and Miss O’Hara, I would have wondered if there was a statue standing in front of the window.”

Scott looked at the tall and oppressive figure in front of him, feeling envious.He automatically blocked his chatter, and only picked out the key points to reply: "You know too much about Scarlett's secret, why don't you blackmail her with this?" Scott teased Rhett with this more than once in "Gone with the Wind", Threatening Scarlett and brooding.

A deep laugh escaped Rhett's chest, as if he couldn't breathe.He raised his eyes that were rolling around, and looked at Scott with a forced look of sincerity and said, "Don't worry, I promise with my personality that I will never use this to blackmail Miss O'Hara."

personality?Scott expresses strong doubts about Rhett's personality.

"I'll just use it to blackmail you."

--Look, he was right to suspect.

Seeing Scott's reluctance and frustration, Rhett finally couldn't help laughing out loud, and said while laughing, "I'm not even [-]% as interested in Miss O'Hara as you are, Scott! And that [-]% interest comes from the established fact that 'she is your sister'!"

Although puzzled, Scott breathed a sigh of relief.

It was getting darker, and Rhett's eyes were like ink in a wine glass.

"Can you kindly help me answer a question?" Rhett picked up a cigar from the silver cigarette case, sniffed it vigorously under his nose, and handed it to Scott.Scott shook his head, Rhett struck a match regretfully, and put the cigar on his full red lips.

"You ask." I'm really happy to have someone by my side at this time, even if this person is flawed, cheeky and always makes him angry.

"Why do you sound like a disillusioned pastor when you advise Scarlett?"

Scott had thought he would ask a more constructive question.He shook his head, loosening his neat black hair a little.His little buttocks moved on the sofa, propped his body with his arms and leaned back, looking at the night sky outside the window, he said: "I am not only advising Scarlett, but also enlightening myself."

Rhett's black eyes were shining brightly, showing his pervasive suspicion: "Don't tell me you can't see it yourself?"

"I'm not God, how can I see everything in the world? Besides, even God may not really see it—if He really sees it, why is he so obsessed with man's sins and sacrificed his only son to save him? What about humans?"

The candles had been extinguished, and the library was enveloped and permeated by night.For a moment, Scott almost thought that there was a huge vacuum in Rhett's eyes, as if every part of him was going to be sucked in.

Scott suddenly wanted to touch him, to feel the presence of another person.So he grabbed his arm without hesitation.Rhett's arm was so hard and muscular that Scott couldn't hold it with one hand.For some reason, the tall figure in front of him completely lost his sense of oppression in the mottled night, and became as if he could be relied on.

Working alone is tiring.How Scott hopes that there is a boat that can ride the wind and waves together in the wind and waves of the Atlantic Ocean, how he hopes that there is a harbor that can berth and rely on after the storm.

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