Drift [Gone with the Wind Drift Doujin BL]

"Okay, okay, in order to prevent your innocent reputation from being compromised by me, I must try my best to calm down, hold my temper, and say less rebellious words that hurt the fragile hearts of those loyal Confederate patriots?"

Scott nodded approvingly.

"Scott, although you are hypocritical, I know very well that you don't like the system of our great south either, very, very much."

"I admit, I love the South, but some written or unwritten rules annoy me, but I try not to touch the bottom line of the ancient South. Some things are just a matter of thinking, why do you have to say it? Mouth A little tighter would save a lot of trouble."

Rhett chuckled, his white moiré shirt flowing: "There's a lot of stuff you don't like about it as much as I do. But at least your lovely and respectable father was an Irishman who made his fortune with his hands and brains and whiskey, He puts you down a lot less. As for me, I was born in that queer, rigid place in Charleston. You know how I'm a rebel in the Butler family, and you know how tedious it is to follow their rules. Everyone. Lots of things had to be done because that's how people have always done it, grandpa's grandpa, grandpa's daddy, daddy's daddy... that's how it goes from generation to generation. I can't stand the absurdity. Sometimes I think of the man who replaced me as Bart The younger brother of the Le heir, who lived among the pretentious old cows in Charleston, worshiped them as gods, guarded by a vulgar wife with a lot of children, and had only St. Cecilia's day all year round. I can only dance once, surrounded by the same black slaves and rice fields forever. I am a hedonist and egoist, and I think it pays to break with the system. Now the South cleans me up, and the South kicked me out I wanted to starve the villains who betrayed the South to death. But instead of starving to death, I made a lot of money from the dying people in the South, enough to compensate for my deprived inheritance.”

"You hold a grudge, Rhett Butler. Yes, you're mercenary, but what does it matter? There's only so much money in the world, and if it goes into your pocket, it's bound to empty somebody's wallet "Scott took off his hat to greet a passer-by, a head of black and slightly long soft hair was floating in the air, far away, but Rhett seemed to be swept across his cheek by his hair, feeling itchy in his heart, It was like being scratched by a cat's paw.

"I have no obligation to die for my country, but I have the right to make a fortune."

That's right, the southern tradition has too high moral requirements.For example, the patriotic tradition requires everyone to sacrifice everything for the Confederacy, which is too harsh.To die for one's country is a high-risk sacrifice, and it is immoral to demand that the people of the South "must bear such a high moral standard"!

"'It's an honor to die for the country, and you'll be damned if you speculate'. This is clearly a moral kidnapping." Scott agreed.He suddenly felt that something was complaining in his heart, some grievances were breaking through the ground, and finally he caught up with Rhett's slightly funny and surprised eyes:

"The person who sacrificed his life for the illusory, invisible and intangible 'cotton, slavery, and state rights', this kind of sacrifice is extraordinary. He is a hero who can do it. Of course, we should give him great appreciation and recognition, because normal People can't do it—but looking back at us in the South, how distorted the environment must be to make every normal person do abnormal things? How cruel morality is required to force every ordinary person to be grateful Give everything?

"Those who don't go to war are like Will. Even if he lives well in Atlanta, the ridicule and discrimination he receives will make his life worse than death...In this kind of environment, everyone has to fight for their own safety.

"When you go to the battlefield, even if you lose your life, at least you won't be criticized by people; if you become a deserter, the whole family will be ashamed and ashamed to death... In such an environment, who would dare not sacrifice?

"When all the things you are attached to, cherish, and want to protect appear so insignificant and inescapable under the huge social pressure; When condemnation is like this; when the sound of bugles and the beating of drums is in front of you, and behind you is morality that can grind our world to pieces... Who can not die for the country?

Scott's chest heaved slightly and stopped, as if the constant rush of words blocked his throat.Rhett pulled the rein, let his horse approach Scott's horse, then carefully picked him up from the horse's back, put him down on his chest and said: "Morality may not have such a powerful force, you see we don't Is it a fish that slipped through the net?"

"It's better to say that we are two accidents." Scott continued, as if something forced him, "but in the whole South, how many sober accidents are there like us? The moral force is not strong enough? Hehe Morality can do anything. As long as we promote morality more impassionedly; reform education more thought-provoking; flag, everyone will have tears in their eyes and will be desperate."

After finishing speaking, Scott seemed to have been squeezed out of all the strength in his body, his straight body turned limp, and he leaned against Rhett's arms.Rhett's arms are like a pair of wings, and Rhett's embrace is like a shelter from the wind.Scott was basking in the warm sun and suddenly felt drowsy.

Scott would only allow himself to indulge his drowsiness when he felt completely safe and unthreatening.

Scott curled up in his den like a growing, tired feline.Rhett found that he had grown taller again, but his bones and muscles had not yet fully developed, and his whole body was still as slender as when he was 14 years old.By the count, Scott is 16 years old this year...

Already 16 years old...

16 years old!

Rhett was taken aback in his heart, and his eyes were wide open.

Ritter is also 32 now, exactly twice Scott's age.He remembered when he was 16 years old and tried his best to recall, but found that the memory was blurred.Rhett vaguely remembered that he was at West Point Military Academy at that time, and he became the leader of the circle with his ruthlessness and drive, drinking, fighting, mobilizing people to make trouble, promiscuity, in short, the absurd things that playboys of this age have done, He did everything right.

Rhett has no regrets, after all, this is a life experience, and instant gratification is his life creed.But he suddenly felt sorry for Scott—a teenager shouldn't suffer like this.A teenage child should not be intriguing with the old foxes, and should not come and go on the edge of the blockade.

It's all the damn war's fault!Rhett cursed viciously in his heart.

Then, a long, long time later... on the night of the siege of Atlanta, when Scott and Rhett made the decision to join the army at the last minute, he finally understood:

It is not the so-called moral law that prompts countless young people to go to the battlefield and risk their lives.They abandon their wives and go to the battlefield, not because they think that newlywed wives and babies waiting to be fed are inferior to the splashed blood and the loess of buried corpses, but——

They hope that through their efforts and sacrifices, they can get a better tomorrow.In this tomorrow, there will be no war, no hunger, no pain, no tears.In this tomorrow, their wives and children can live better and better.

So the dedication is worthwhile, so the sacrifice is worthwhile, so it is worthwhile to exchange their blood and lives for a better future in the South, but the boys in the South did not expect that the South that they dedicated their lives to failed in the end.

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