Drift [Gone with the Wind Drift Doujin BL]

The lush and lush huge oak trees that have witnessed countless brisk Indians passing by, the dense and dense cedar forests of unknown ages, the crooked fences that were built only a few years ago and the mansions that look like they have experienced vicissitudes , the fertile red soil stretching as far as the eye can see...

Scott was originally a native of southern China, with a pioneering spirit of adventure and a deep-rooted Chinese attachment to the land.

After the baptism of the Atlantic storm, I returned to my hometown, the countryside, the sunset, the freshly plowed fields, like the Fulin River with open arms, the warm and pleasant spring...

This is the land of knights and ladies, this is the paradise of cotton.This is the American South.

There used to be a group of elegant scholars here, in this paradise-like pure land, enjoying the last peace before the industrial society.

This is the last time you can see the gentleman and the lady, the master and the slave, living together.

Now, all of this will soon disappear, and the old dream will never be revisited...

The snow-white house is surrounded by shady cedar layers, like a secret garden at the end of a path.

Whenever Scott thinks of and sees this house made of pure white marble and with Greek-style stone columns, an irrepressible pride and attachment will come to his heart.This is his home.

After two lives, he finally has a family and a home.

In order to defend against the coming "troubled times" and to protect his family in the troubled times, he left his comfort zone early to accumulate capital and strength.When he was 14 years old, when he finally had the reserves to sustain his future life, when he made a name for himself on the Atlantic route, when he owned more than a dozen clippers enough to smuggle the blockade, when he was in the northern political circles. The military has eyes and contacts...

Well, you can go home.

"Scarlett, I haven't seen you for four years. You are getting more and more beautiful. The young talents in the county are crawling under your dancing shoes and skirt, right?" Scott walked on the driveway, holding his sister's arm.

"Ah, you actually made fun of me! I remember Scott as a little guy with no sense of humor!" Scarlett raised her head slightly, looking at her familiar yet unfamiliar brother whom she hadn't seen for four years, she couldn't hold back her tears The eye sockets are full, and her big pale green eyes are like young leaves soaked in water. "Go quickly, or Mammy will catch up, and she will make me wear a shawl in a long way."

"I don't think Mama Hei's wordiness is useless. You just follow her a little bit. Why do you have to fight with him to the death? My ears are not clean." Seeing Scarlett's mouth open, she knew that she would immediately A "bullshit" will come out, and Scott quickly compliments her: "Your pair of green shoes are very beautiful, but I think these shoes are used for dancing rather than walking." Scott squeezed With a pointed chin, she said, "By the way, Scarlett, have you learned how to tie your shoes yet?"

"...Scott!"

...Look, this O'Hara volcano called "Scarlett" finally erupted.

Under a sky as lavender as violet, two black men bumped the call-out bell and argued over who should say "Call-out."Looking down from a high place, the newly plowed furrows on the red land are like sandy beaches that have just been caressed by sea water.The working blacks driving the stubborn mules opened their mouths, showing their gleaming white teeth, and enthusiastically greeted the young master and miss.Their ancestors were brought from the African jungle to the New World by colonists, they are lazy, sensitive and loyal by nature, and they are proud of their master and their family name.

Crowds of flower cows and flatbed carts full of giant logs poured out from the forest trails like flowing water.

Gerald said that only the land is eternal, worth fighting for and dedicating to it.

On the way to pick up Gerald, Scott hesitated again and again, but told Scarlett the "bad news" that Melanie was going to marry Ashley.He considered dissuading her from a hopeless, fanciful love, but failed utterly.

He thought, there are countless opponents who have been difficult to deal with in the past four years, and some of them were finally defeated by his shrewd mind and three-inch tongue.But he never won the battle against Scarlett's sister.He was even less likely to persuade a girl who was in love—or thought she was—to give up her unrealistic fantasies.Besides, Ashley was his good friend, and Scott didn't want to speak ill of his friend behind his back.

He remembered that at that time, he had just been injured and retired, leading the "pension" issued by the army to live leisurely, and happened to read the novel "Gone with the Wind" one day.He was deeply moved by the cat-like woman who was half sea water and half flame.He will not fall in love with such a girl, because in the era he lives in, in the 21st century, Scarlett-style girls are everywhere, they are a little superficial, a little willful, a little selfish, and have contradictory attributes such as innocence, cuteness, independence and strength .But he very much hopes that Scarlett can have a happy ending, instead of the hazy, sad, helpless and hopeless one described by Margaret.A girl like a cat should be pampered and loved, but she is forced to face the jungle's predators, turning her fish-eating teeth and claws into fangs and claws to fight against beasts and defend her homeland...

So Gerald and Mammy sometimes complained that Scott had spoiled Scarlett with good reason.Scott teased her now and then, making her explode and soon make her laugh.Besides Ellen, only Scott can calm Gerald and Scarlett's Irish anger.

But now Scott's 10000-rpm brain couldn't do anything about it.People in love are utterly irrational.What's more, as naive as her, as stubborn as her, as shallow as her...

It should come, it will come.

But at least he can do something.

Take the Slatterys, the only family in the county that the landowner called scornfully "poor whites."They have been living on handouts from neighbors and the annual bale of cotton they produce.But a year or two ago, the Slatterys actually sold their farm and went to Texas.To celebrate the expulsion of the mourner, the county held barbecue picnics, grilled fish banquets and dances for several days in a row. It was as lively and festive as Christmas.

Carefully nip the danger in the bud, even if it is "pre-emptive" like a certain hegemony or imperialism.At that time, Scott was almost elated when he heard the report of his subordinates who had returned from the task.

Well, Ellen won't be dragged out by something like the baptism of the bastard tonight, or years later...

Now, only Scarlett's business was worth worrying about.

Scott felt like a father marrying his daughter, selective, worried, and vaguely frightened.

When he appeared on Tara's porch with Gerald and Scarlett on his arm, a tornado blew up Tara.

Ellen's usually steady pace suddenly hurried, and she felt restless telepathically. She dropped the work in her hand and rushed downstairs in such a hurry without taking the thimble off her thumb.When Ellen saw Scott, who was a little boy when he left and was now taller than Scarlett, appeared in front of her, she had to hold her son's shoulders to keep from fainting.Gerald complained bitterly about Scott's disobedience, but secretly turned his head and wiped his eyes with a handkerchief.Mama Hei's lower lip was pouted all the way up, but tears poured out of her eyes like a flood.Carleen opened her eyes wide and didn't dare to call her brother's name. She hid behind Ellen's skirt, with surprise, curiosity and doubt, from time to time she peeked at the boy who was supposed to be her brother.The black people in the family were also infected, the overseer Jonas showed a smile on his always gloomy face, and Scarlett temporarily put the unpleasant thoughts behind her.

Scott kissed Ellen's face, he was surrounded by the scent of lemon and cherry blossoms from his mother's silk dress, and his soft voice quivered in his ears.Such an incredible magic power comforted his long-term wandering in the Atlantic Ocean.

He heard Ellen's quicker-than-usual footsteps and higher-pitched voice as Mama was making dinner; he saw Gerald pumping his fists and lecturing about imminent war and Scott's warnings against going to sea again; he felt Carreen stood on tiptoe and kissed him timidly and uncertainly, for Carreen was still very young when he left; he found Scarlett...

The heart is unprecedentedly quiet, as quiet as the center of a tornado.

The meal is very rich.Mammy laid out plates of dishes on the table, including golden muffins, fried doughnuts, steaming fried chicken breast and baked sweet potatoes, chocolate cake, strawberry pudding and special for Scott vegetable and fruit salad.Scott felt a tornado in his heart passing through.He has been wandering abroad for many years, and no one will care about his hobbies—he has always maintained the Chinese eating habits—he can’t bear the “weirdness” of not having fruits and vegetables, having an unusual love for soup, and never adding sugar to tea.When Scott saw the salad and corn soup made especially for him with apples, lettuce, peas, cabbage and carrots, he felt that these meals specially prepared for him suddenly became unpalatable-the heart was full. It was so full that it seemed like it couldn't hold anything anymore.

Scott was very fortunate that all the topics tonight revolved around him, and Gerald was rare to mention the war.

But not mentioning it does not mean that the possibility of war has disappeared. On the contrary, Scott has been preparing for the coming wartime life these years.

He made money fairly easily.As a modern person, he fully understands what makes money and what is risky in this era.Four years ago, Scott sneaked away from Ashley, relying on Uncle Henry's favor for him and his approval of the career he wanted to do, so in the name of Uncle Henry, Scott entered a group of blue He took a boat to the gold mines in California, and cooperated with a Jew named Levy to make blue overalls—the jeans that would become popular in the world in the future—became the favorite of gold diggers.

Fortunately, there is a sensible Uncle Henry, otherwise he, a ten-year-old boy, would not be able to make ends meet.Scott made a fortune, bought many more ships, and made a name for himself as a rookie on the Atlantic routes.Now, Scott has quietly hoarded a lot of wartime necessities, and only waited for the sound of the Civil War to send gold ten thousand taels to the O'Hara family... Stop, he is not a businessman who regards money as his life, he is now Everything I do is for the future, so that the history in "Gone with the Wind" will not repeat itself.

Modern people are good, there is absolutely no risk in doing business, and there is no loss of profit.In addition, the thinking of Westerners is more straightforward, there are not so many beating around the bush, and dealing with people is relatively easy and pleasant.What makes him quite regretful is that he did not meet the famous future oil magnate Rockefeller and steel magnate Carnegie in the north.

After dinner, the topic quickly shifted to tomorrow's dance at Oak Manor.Scott couldn't help but be thankful that he didn't cross over to Suellen - it's too troublesome to be a woman in this era!It's better to be a shemale!Just think, corsets, whale-skeleton dresses that look like open parasols, strict limits on eating in public, carrying bromine salt (which gives off ammonia) on the go, the obligation to take care of family and housekeeping , the rigors of being a widow after the death of a husband.... If he hadn't been completely disinterested in religion, Scott would have fasted for a week to thank God that, though he had taken Suellen's place, he hadn't followed in her footsteps. gender.But seeing his sisters chattering about tomorrow's prom, what color skirt to wear, what hairstyle to wear, and talking about innocent and cute little girls who don't know the sufferings of the world, Scott lowered his head and held his hands tightly. fist.

It will be time to pray in a moment.

Under the orange candlelight, a family praying intently, no matter old or young, no matter white or black, no matter master or servant, this group of pious faces kneeling on the ground, sincerely praying for their relatives and lovers, is what he wants to protect all his life object.

The author has something to say: Xiuwen Diary: The role of Uncle Henry has been added. After all, Scott was only ten years old when he first debuted, and he needs the help of adults to develop.Uncle Henry is Aunt Pitty's brother, Charles and Melanie's uncle or uncle.

Added "a certain imperialist strike first" metaphor.

Added prayer content and Scott's psychological description.

There are still a lot of tinkering in the details.