Drift [Gone with the Wind Drift Doujin BL]

When Ashley saw Scott, he blinked and hugged him.He rubbed his mustache so that Scott was itchy and wanted to sneeze, and suddenly he was taken aback by the exclamation behind him: "God, it's really you, Scott O'Hara! You bad guy , we haven't seen each other for two years!"

Ashley still hugged Scott tightly, and he had no choice but to raise his head desperately to look back—he saw Charles Hamilton who had also been away for two years.

Charles was wearing a military uniform. Although his uniform was shabby, it was much cleaner and tidier than most people.The pistol was in a mended holster, and the mottled scabbard thumped against the boots.Although the spurs have been blunt, but there is no lack of clank light.His straight shoulders and bright eyes showed a completely strange and novel quality. The big brown eyes were used to seeing blood, but they still held the same innocence.

The two-year military career awakened the military blood deep in Charles's blood, and the military temperament inherited from his father was fully inspired by the war.Scott had long heard the legend of Charles, knew that he obeyed orders, knew that he was desperate, and knew that although he would feel sick at the sight of blood like Melanie, he still made great achievements.

"Colonel Charles Hamilton, inherited from his venerable father, was an inspiring commander and a relentless fighter," the paper boasted. Into the earthen wall, like a fox into a flock of chickens!"

Scott saw the excited boys getting out of the car.He saw the Tarleton twins, smiling as they had flashed back then: Scarlett's zealous suitor, the bohemian jockey who was always drunk, the carefree and fearless lad.Cade Calvert was emaciated and coughing.Dallas had lost a finger, the Fontaines were boisterously drunk, the Munroes were on vacation for the first time since [-], excited like abandoned watchdogs who had found their masters.

"One act of madness, joined by another act of folly, brews a catastrophe. When the unfortunate man recognizes the cause to which he has devoted himself, the only hope is, not to look left or right, nor to look back, but to Go forward without hesitation.” Charles’s skin was still fair and bloodless, and two years of exposure to the wind and sun did not do much damage to him, the only change was a brown mustache on his chin and lips.His eyes became firmer, but he was still shy and unable to let go of women.When Scott patted him on the shoulder, he whispered: "The result of the war is already very clear, isn't it?"

Charles Hamilton took off his slouch hat and ran through his somewhat long brown hair.His smile is still the same as that of the boy back then: "Even if we don't beat the Yankees, we will let them know that we tried."

"Damn it, I haven't seen you in two years, and I can't recognize you all!" Scott gave each of them a punch.Ashley said slowly: "Come on, little devil Scott, you have grown at least four inches in the past two years!" Charles compared himself with Scott, and laughed—every inch of his body was laughing with.

"Haha, we were glorious in those days!" Charles said enthusiastically. "The Yankees' first horses were conscripted, and many of them were plowing the fields before going to war! Yankee commanders are like fighting cocks." They were as loud and airy as they were, and our shouts often frightened them into surrendering without firing a shot!"

Although Charles said it easily, Scott was no more aware of their situation than the soldiers.

Things did go from bad to worse, and there was nothing worse than the defeat at Gettysburg—seventeen Confederate generals and twenty-eight thousand soldiers were killed or wounded.But at this moment Scott's heart seemed to fly over Atlanta: Almost all his friends are back!

No more getting together with copper-stinking speculators, pretending to approve of their vulgar jokes, with short gold straps and chains, some potbellied, some flushed, some The oily water is as slippery as a fat and strong dog.Although some of the boys were yellow and thin, some were unshaven, and some were in ragged clothes, when Scott saw them, he was as ecstatic as a man who had trekked through the desert for a long time and finally found a spring.

Scott's eyebrows collided a little, and then immediately flattened his eyebrows. He put one hand on Charles' shoulder, and greeted back with the other: "Stop dawdling at the train station, heroes of the Confederate States, and our patriotic citizens can't wait to serve you. Our heroes applaud, eh, Colonel Charles Hamilton, Major Ashley Wilkes, Captain Lafayette Munro, Lieutenant Rayford Calvert, Lieutenant Brent Tarleton, Stewart Corporal Tarleton, Private Thomas Tarleton, Private Joseph Fontaine, Private Alec Fontaine, Corporal Tony Fontaine? What do you think, should you take a good bath and go to sleep To sleep, and then accept the hugs and tears of lovers, children, wives and parents, and the condolences and cheers of relatives, friends and patriotic citizens?"

"Congratulations, Brent, I'm about to marry my beautiful sister Carleen! You mustn't scare her by getting drunk like before, or I'll never end with you!" Scott told Brent Tower Leon swung his fist and punched him.

"Haha, with a brother like you who is praised by all mankind, I dare not speak ill of my future wife!"

A group of people went to Aunt Pitty's house noisily, and Aunt Pitty's house, which was not small at first, was crowded like a beehive in an instant.

The Fontaine brothers drank too much wine, and when they saw Aunt Pitty, they immediately fluffed their feathers like aggressive roosters, and wanted to kiss Auntie first, which made the old lady both frightened and excited, and even the bromine forgotten.Seeing this, Cade said angrily: "These two bad guys, who hadn't been addicted to fighting in Virginia and Tennessee, started drinking and fighting as soon as they arrived in Richmond, and they were caught by the military police. If it weren't for Ashley's good words With the help of their siege, and the fact that Charles is famous, they will have to spend this Christmas in a cell."

Scott paid little attention to Cade's complaints, his smiling eyes fixed on the gestures of the room.Ashley curled up on the sofa with Melly on one side and Honey on the other.India and Stuart leaned together and talked in a low voice. India's always proud head was lowered at this moment, as if it was going to be lowered to the ground.Even Scarlett was infected. She held Charles' arm, with tears rolling in her eyes, repeating one word over and over again: Charlie.

"Honey, you look like a beggar," said Melanie, after the initial excitement, "you see Charlie's appearance is much neater than yours, who patched your uniform and why the blue patches? "

"I think I look handsome," Ashley looked at his appearance, "If you compare me with the ragged soldiers in front of you, you will appreciate your husband more, after all, your husband He's a little worse than your brother, and Charlie's not going to be treated like that! Blue patches, we don't have a choice, we don't care how many holes there are in our breeches, or we get a Yankee uniform to mend. "

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