Drift [Gone with the Wind Drift Doujin BL]

The two left the market.

The sun shone like Georgia on the brass doorknob, and the garden walls couldn't keep out the scent of flowers.There was a park ahead, with beautifully manicured lawns and gleaming white walkways that converged around a circular, freshly painted bandstand with a gleaming canopy like the top of a tower.The sword-shaped leaves of the palm trees in the park are rustled by the breeze, and the slender and soft Tillandsia draped on the trunk of the oak tree flutters in the wind.Black mothers in turbans sit on benches and watch their children run and play.

Rhett's father went to Richmond, so Rhett and Scott took advantage of this opportunity to go back to Butler's house.

Rhett's mother, Alice Butler, was a fair, tall, blond beauty with charming, peaceful sapphire eyes that overwhelmed thin, pale cheeks.When she smiled, her eyes filled with tears, which she hastily wiped away with a handkerchief.She has net-like deep crow's feet around her eyes, but her entire face is relatively youthful.Alice Butler has exactly the same high forehead and narrow high nose as Rhett, and her full red lips are full of lines.As a typical representative of a southern lady, although she is obedient and submissive to her husband, she is not without brains.

Because Charleston was less affected by the war, the quiet rhythm of life in the Butler family was not greatly disturbed.Scott seems to have returned to his hometown many, many years ago. At that time, he was a real child, protected and doted by his mother, carefree... At that time, he was like Si Like Jiali, she is a child who loves cleanliness and beauty, and her parents are almost obedient to her (and she is an only child). In addition to what clothes to wear the next day, what to eat for the next meal, how will she rank in the exam, how to teach the old man I don't have to worry about anything other than my little friends who are against me...

But after all, people have to grow up, people must grow up.After repeated setbacks, setbacks and helplessness, any child must learn to grow up, any child who is favored will leave the shelter of his parents, and any child who does not want to be independent will one day be alone. Fighting the wind and rain... Like Rhett, like himself.

Scott knew that a man so skilled, so powerful and invincible, had once been a child.

He is sympathetic to Rhett. Some people say that the strong don't need sympathy, but Scott himself is also strong.

True sympathy is not the surprise and pity of a child who doesn't know the sufferings of the world when he hears that someone can't eat.I remember when I was a child—really a child—when I heard that the Yangtze River flood had destroyed countless people’s homes. At that time, Scott opened his innocent eyes and asked, “Wouldn’t everything be solved by telling them to move?”

At that time, I was severely scolded by the teacher, and even scolded their generation of only children who were born with a golden spoon in their mouths, self-centered, and indifferent... Later, when I talked to Ritter about the issue of "sympathy", Ritter Said badly: "I am curious about this question: When the teacher tells the child that he should not think like this, and should not be so indifferent, what is the teacher's reason?"

Scott felt like he almost spattered the floor with blood.

Rhett folded his arms and continued with a half-smile, even grimly, "I mean, being a kid with a silver spoon in his mouth and thinking why should he understand the situation of people whose homes have been destroyed by floods?" What motivation can you give him other than 'it would be immoral not to do this'?"

All the blood rushed to the heart.

"Do you want to say 'children who don't understand sympathy are hated by others'? Do you want to say 'don't sympathize with others, if one day you lose your golden spoon, no one will sympathize with you'? If the pursuit of morality is for profit, then With a golden spoon in their mouths, why should children worry? If the only reason to pursue morality is morality itself, does the child understand why, and how does the teacher explain it? Take a step back, if I ask you, I will ask you viciously, 'Why must To understand sympathy', how do you answer me?"

Scott smiled slightly and was immediately relieved.

He understood, and both he and Ritter understood, that the real meaning of "sympathy" was actually "the same feeling."

Because of real pain, no one can help overcome it.They might be able to give the injured a hot night of swearing together or a tight, breathless hug.But in the end, in the dead of night, when he was alone, the injured person still had to walk over by himself.

We need to rebuild the shattered world by ourselves, whether it is the external world or the spiritual world.

Scott saw Rhett's situation, figured out his reaction, and suddenly felt familiar.

It turned out that he was in pain, and others were in pain, too—Rett, for example.

At that time, Scott judged his own pain by the pain of others. He felt sorry for Rhett's pain, as if Rhett was sorry for his own pain.

His pain is his own choice, but Rhett's pain is unavoidable.Scott's pain did not lessen, but his understanding increased: he knew what kind of injury a person can bear, he knew where his injury should be placed, he understood that he should not complain about life and fate... Like Rhett, he I carefully condensed the wound into a dark red thumbtack, and nailed it to my heart... It would sting and injure myself from time to time, but it was never fatal again.

If you can understand the suffering of others, you will not be alone in your own suffering.

Compassion is not morality, it is understanding.It makes pain small and meaningful.

The more you understand the pain of others, the less painful your pain will be.

Maybe, maybe two people who have gone through vicissitudes and scars, just being together like this, laughing and making noises, struggling together, to spend this short but long, sour and sweet life is enough.

Sympathy is "the same feeling".

Even though Alice Butler was very excited to see her son, she did not forget the etiquette of a hostess of a large estate.With gentle words and fragrant tea, she comforted her son who had just set foot on land, and also comforted Scott's anxious and tired heart.

"You look exhausted, honey." Alice Butler exclaimed, holding Rhett's face in her hands after recovering from the overwhelming emotion.

Rhett took his mother's hand and kissed it, and raised one eyebrow: "You're going to say that I'm thin and dark again, Mom, I'm not tired, I just miss you."

Old Mrs. Butler was waiting to get up, but Rhett gently pressed his mother's shoulder: "I'll ask the cook to serve the dishes immediately."

After arranging everything, he said to Scott, who had been shopping all morning and was hungry, "Don't worry! I'll have a glass of wine first." After speaking, he walked towards the table with the wine tray.He turned to Scott as he poured the whiskey, "Will you have a drink with me, Scott?"

Mrs. Butler immediately objected: "Wait a year or two before teaching Scott to drink, my dear."

Rhett drank the whiskey in the glass, wiped his mouth, and said mockingly: "Dear mother, I have already learned to drink whiskey at his age. Besides, you don't know, Scott can drink it all by himself. Two or three 20-year-old boys drink to the ground."

There are exquisite sofas, tables and chairs in the large living room suite, which are practical and beautiful.The rosewood table is inlaid with ivory, the satin chair cushions are fine in texture, the wooden furniture is radiant, and the space arrangement is patchwork and full of beauty.Scott likes this kind of spacious and even slightly empty room, with high ceilings and deep porch, because the weather is very warm, overlooking the harbor, the seabirds circling in the low sky and the shadows of sails, it seems that they will go straight to the sky at any time.

Rhett took over all the conversation at the dinner table.He deliberately described the dangerous and boring smuggling process as an adventure story, vividly described the characters he came into contact with along the way, imitated their accents and personalities, and made his mother and Scott laugh out loud.

In fact, Scott knows best that smuggling across the blockade is not like this, and he knows it better than anyone else.

The candles on the elevated silver candlesticks are reflected on the smooth mahogany tabletop and the bright black pupils of Rhett, bathing the table and three people in a warm and peaceful candlelight, in this increasingly dark long hall A small island of soft light is formed in the center.The outside world was cut off by layers of thick curtains and the comfort of a small candlelit island.Some kind of strange magnetic force draws the three of them into an ethereal and unbreakable giant net, like a magnetic field, they cannot break free, and they do not want to break free.

Talking and laughing, before I knew it, it was already dark.

The silver plates, teapots, and cutlery on the table were all shining, and Rhett was talking and laughing, and his set of teeth was also shining.

"I have a hunch that tomorrow will not be a good weather." Rhett said lightly, and blew a smoke ring in the opposite direction of Scott.Scott got up from the couch and approached the window, pulling back a corner of the heavy silk curtain.The promenade on the seawall outside is filled with dense fog, and layers of fog coil around the street, as if it is alive, and the halo of street lamps becomes hazy and blurred in the slowly drifting white fog.He couldn't help thinking of Scarlett's dream full of mist, and Rhett's strong protective arms.

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