Drift [Gone with the Wind Drift Doujin BL]

Later, Rhett went to Mexico and Cuba, and continued to make a fortune by reselling arms.

Scott thought of the silver-blue beaches of Cuba, endless as eternity.

Lovely sand that's soft and warm, flowing through your fingers.They are so small and insignificant, but they are enough to last forever.The white seabirds hovering on the sea are looking for food carefree.Although their life span is only a few years, they are God's people, like humans, and are subject to uncertain fate.

People of God... Hehe.Scott still doesn't believe in religion, but he knows that there is a power in the dark that brought him to the United States before the Civil War. Maybe this power is called "God" or "God".

I don't know if Rhett stuffed the letter in a bottle and let it drift when he had no relatives, even a language barrier, and no friends.

He remembered Charleston's famous racetrack, the nearly five-mile-long oval surrounded by pine trees whose bark was mottled like camouflage uniforms.There, it is not uncommon for a horse to sell for 1 yuan.Scott once looked out from the paneled grandstands and flat lawn, and perhaps Rhett was standing in the Jockey Club clubhouse sipping champagne and brandy.

In those dreamy and adventurous days, I don’t know if the two of us who were abandoned by the times—or people who have abandoned the times—have passed by each other?

The war is still going on.Scott and Rhett were spinning like tops.

Neither Gerald nor Ellen understood Scott's desperate work, yet they supported their son with enthusiasm tinged with doubt.

It was the whip of time that beat Scott.At this time, the South still had an advantage in the military, and the warships of the North could not completely block the Confederate ports. Although the price of goods rose, it seemed nothing compared to the enthusiasm of the people.President Davis has passed a bill banning cotton exports, British textile mills are shutting down, textile workers are starving to death, and it seems that British gentlemen and nobles will soon send troops to support the South... In short, everything looks so prosperous .

hell!Fart's "Thriving"!

Scott has never seen a worse state than it is now: President Davis's stupid tricks completely blocked the South's way of life-the South has nothing but cotton. If cotton is not exported, I am afraid that the first to starve to death is not the British workers. But the Southern soldiers.In less than a year, the warships in the north will be tighter and tighter, and it will become more and more difficult to smuggle the blockade... Scott almost went crazy when he heard the death knell for the south.

How much he envied Rhett, envied his composure, envied his calmness, envied that he could regard the destruction of a civilization as a joke, envied him...

Fear comes from ignorance of the future.But what is more frightening than this kind of fear is watching the wheel of fate move forward step by step, crushing everything you love little by little, but there is nothing you can do.

In this state of mental and physical exhaustion, Scott and Rhett came to Atlanta. Their main purpose was to visit Aunt Pitty, Melanie and Scarlett, and relax by the way.

Scott likes the gentleness and hospitality of southerners from the bottom of his heart, and he doesn't even dislike their blind arrogance. He can and is willing to tolerate their flaming temper under their languid and lazy appearance.But southerners have a deep-seated prejudice, and they refuse to believe a fact if it doesn't suit them or conflicts with their preconceived notions.

Fortunately, the busy and noisy atmosphere in Atlanta made Scott breathe a sigh of relief.

The city, which was 11 years older than him, was developed by a railway and a group of daring adventurers.Although guns and ammunition are produced slowly in the factory, although the dust falls on the leaves and stains the carefully polished leather shoes, and although the beating sound of "ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping-pong, ping-pong-pong, the vibrancy of Atlanta still moved me." Scott - the pulse of the whole city, and his blood flow.

"My God, Uncle Peter," Scott poked his head out of the carriage and complained to the old black man from the Hamilton family who was driving, "so it was sunny and clear in Atlanta yesterday, why is it raining today when we come here? coming?"

Rhett seemed to want to smoke a cigarette, but looked at the rain and mud outside the window and gave up the idea again.He smiled and said, "Don't you think it's God who cleans us up?"

Uncle Peter was a tall, thin old Negro with a battered straw hat, a grizzled beard, and a serious expression.When Peter wanted to carry the childish Scott under his arm to the wagon, Scott sensed his intention, took a step, and stepped lightly into the wagon without a trace of mud.

Work went on around the clock, and you could almost feel the city's heart beating nervously, feeding military supplies to the blood-veined main rail lines and on to the front of the two war zones.Trains roar in and out of the city at any hour of the day.The smoke from the chimneys of the new factories fell like showers on the white houses.In the evening, and long after the dead of night, the factory was still full of fires and hammers.Many factories now make harnesses, saddles, and leather shoes in those areas that were empty a year ago, many arsenals are producing guns, mills and foundries are producing and replacing war-lost goods. Wagons, and various parts factories making spurs, bridles, buttons, tents, buttons, pistols, swords, and so on.Iron foundries felt a shortage of iron because very few were brought in across the blockade, and the Alabama iron miners were on the front lines and production had almost ceased.There are no iron fences, iron pergolas, iron gates, or even iron statues on the lawns of Atlanta, because they have long since been sent to the melting pot of the mill.

Peachtree Street and adjacent streets lined the headquarters of the various military departments, their offices filled with men in uniform, the Supply and Marketing Department, the Communications Corps, the Postal Service, the Railroads, and the Military Police Headquarters. …Scott and Ritter frequent these venues, and they are all too familiar with them. …

The carriage stopped for a moment after driving a distance, and the two ladies with bandage baskets trembled over the stepping stones across the slippery street.At this moment, with his sharp eyes that are so good that they are almost farsighted, Scott caught a vivid figure on the sidewalk-it was a beautiful and plump tall woman-taller than Scott, wearing a drape Heel-to-heel shawl, embroidered with vulgar flowers and birds, an unbelievably thick head of red hair, and a face that... Scott can't tell, in short, it has the temperament of an uneducated rich lady, But he also saw at a glance that this woman was not bad at heart.

By the way, it must be Bell Watling, Rhett's mistress and partner, who runs the largest and most luxurious brothel in Atlanta...Ritter tried to lure Scott into his brothel several times with rhetoric and trickery. Seeing the world in the courtyard, but all of them were rejected by Scott.He is not a moralist who is full of benevolence and morality, but he doesn't like the noisy atmosphere of brothels full of lust and fragrance, and he doesn't want to get sick because of his lust for a while.

Bell Watling stopped immediately when he saw Rhett, held up his skirt, and walked over impatiently, opened his mouth in surprise, and seemed to want to say hello to Rhett, but Rhett's eyes stopped her.

Looking at Bell Watling's bright but lonely figure gradually walking away, Scott shook his head and said in a low voice that only Rhett could hear: "You have made another woman sad."

Rhett grinned, two rows of white teeth were hidden under the black mustache: "I will never make a man sad, that's enough."

Scott curled his lips and said, "Nonsense! Your charms have attracted girls and wives all over Atlanta, and their lovers and husbands will die of grief!"

"At most, they will hate me until my teeth itch, and wish they could turn me into a sieve with guns and swords. How can they be sad?" Rhett's black eyes smiled.

The pair visited Charles' uncle, Henry Hamilton, at the Atlanta Hotel near the station before heading to the red brick house on Peachtree Street.Uncle Henry is a grumpy old gentleman and a scrupulous and shrewd lawyer at the same time.He is short, with a big belly, a red face, and long unkempt silver-white hair. He is Scott's business agent and real estate custodian. Thanks to Uncle Henry's help and trust these years, Scott can get to where he is today.

Uncle Henry disliked the timidity and big talk of women very much, and for this reason, he especially liked the clear-headed Scott and the manly Rhett.

After drinking a few glasses of brandy with Uncle Henry, Uncle Peter drove the carriage to the beautiful red brick house on Peachtree Street.

The author has something to say: Maybe there will be another chapter tonight...