Drift [Gone with the Wind Drift Doujin BL]

Since Rhett Butler left Charleston ten years ago, there had never been a worse moment than at a barbecue at Twelve Oaks in North Georgia.

Fort Sumter!Well, fools of the South, are you ready to fight the windmills with quixotic courage?

Frank Kennedy, stroking his ginger beard, which had never grown thicker, took Rhett's check.They negotiated a deal, Rhett bought enough grain and cotton from this honest farmer and merchant, and soon a large sum of money would double and flow back to his pocket, all that was needed was to wait .

Rhett should feel good, but in reality he feels terrible.

The smug, self-satisfied, self-righteous fools who ignited the war were ignited by the respectable citizens of Charleston!

The unattractive business partner suggested: "Let me say, Butler, do you have any plans for this afternoon? My old friend John Wilkes's only son is getting engaged, and Twelve Oaks is going to hold a barbecue banquet."

"I know this family, they try their best to avoid bringing any new blood into the family."

Kennedy smiled awkwardly: "Their hospitality is equally famous. Let's go to the barbecue banquet together, and I won't let you miss the 10:30 p.m. train."

Rhett curled his lips: "I'm not sure a gentleman's family would welcome a rebel who was kicked out of a gentleman's family by a gentleman." The more depressed he was, the brighter and sarcastic his smile became, and the more mean his words became.

Kennedy was a good old man with a kind heart. He forgave Rhett's rude words and forcibly took him on the road leading to Twelve Oaks Manor.

Later, Ritter had to admit that some seemingly insignificant coincidences often change a person's life.

Frank Kennedy's buggy carried host and guests through tender redbud bushes, past ghostly flickering dogwoods, and the smell of hickory in the air.

This is the most beautiful spring in Georgia.

Rhett put away his razor-sharp teeth and remained silent all the way.

The well-meaning host interpreted his silence as the uneasiness of an uninvited guest breaking into the party--in fact, the word "uneasiness" would never be found in Rhett's dictionary.He wouldn't be upset about ruining the girl's reputation when he was young and frivolous, he wouldn't be upset about the brother who shot the girl to death in a duel, he wouldn't be upset about betraying the traditions of the South where he was born and raised, he wouldn't be upset about that. Not restless about making Southern fool's money.

Lincoln—the dangerous, gangly-faced Westerner—would soon send his navy to blockade the southern ports.Then the price of cotton will skyrocket—by God, the South produces two-thirds of the world's cotton! —and Rhett's ship was already in the Bahamas by then.

But all this is nothing at all, money and power have long been unattractive to Rhett.He thought he was watching a group of children playing games and playing house, they were screaming, they were making noise, they were waving branches and sticks, they were swaggering and playing war games against dissuasion.

Some people are sad because of pity, but Rhett is cold because of pity.

Facing the silence of the guests, Kennedy had no choice but to take up the burden of the conversation and chatter endlessly: "Don't look at them living in the country, Butler, John Wilkes is not a country bumpkin, absolutely not! There are thousands of books in his library , he and his son have read every book a gentleman should read...you will also meet the loud Irish farmer at the party, Gerald O'Hara. I have nothing against Ireland, Jay Lalder's eldest daughter is a well-known beauty in the county, and every young man has proposed to him; and his second son is a legend that is talked about..."

Rhett didn't seem to have heard the other party's attentive and detailed introduction.

In Charleston, classmates with whom he took classes, fought and drank, were attacking Fort Sumter while their fanatical elders delivered speeches that were more explosive and incendiary than the last.

After they had crossed the Fulin River and climbed a high slope, the white roof supported by Corinthian columns appeared before them.

"You'll see it for yourself," Kennedy said cheerfully. "The hospitality at Twelve Oaks is truly a Georgia legend!"

There was a lot of noise at the corner of the driveway, gentlemen got off their horses, ladies got off their cars, black grooms drove the carriages and horses, and the guests greeted friends who had dinner with them last week warmly and affectionately, as if they hadn’t seen each other for several years.

The smell of hickory wood mixed with the smell of barbecue floats in. Beautiful girls in costumes are flirting with their lovers on the veranda, elderly gentlemen and wives are chatting freely, and children are flying like low-flying swallows. Scurrying around on the lawn.

The scene before me was like a funeral for the dignity of the South, a dirge for the last glory.

Rhett maintained his elegance and politeness, greeted the host who greeted the guests at the door, and then entered the hall, hiding his tall body in the shadows, and looked at the people who came and went calmly and coldly.

His eyes fell on a childlike figure with dark hair and blue eyes, and he couldn't help squinting his eyes.

The child is not tall and has a slender body, talking with the host's son with a smile on his face.He was beautiful, so beautiful that all the gorgeous girls paled in comparison.His jaw was sharp, yet soft and powerful, and he was startlingly white, with unusually green eyes.Children of this age should be playing and having fun, but he wears meticulous gowns and carefully selected bow ties, talking and laughing with young people-but the smile does not penetrate into the eyes at all, and the children's eyes are as calm as the bottom of the lake.

From the boy, there is a calmness that does not match his age, a hidden worry of helplessness, and a compassion of resignation.The slender and beautiful boy is like a knight, with thin arms, quietly guarding everything he wants to protect... This magical child, who seems to have been stolen by a fairy.

"My God," Rhett murmured.

The boy was very keen, and when he sensed Rhett's gaze, he turned his head.His bewildered green eyes stared straight at Rhett, and his white chest and elegant collarbone were exposed from the unbuttoned collar. He stared at Rhett, forgetting to greet and smile for a moment.

Forgetting the imminent war and the desolation without a future, hope surged in Rhett's heart like a spring, he took a deep breath and murmured: "God, you let me find myself from a child. "

His heartbeat gradually returned to normal.

Seeing the boy continue to talk to Ashley, Rhett smiled self-deprecatingly.It's been a long time since he's been crazy about a woman, but he's excited about a completely strange child in a completely strange manor.

The green-eyed kid was not his kind at all, but Rhett found a resonance frequency in him.

So Rhett missed the train tonight as a matter of course.

The author has something to say: Thank you for not forgetting this article.It is infused with Xiaofeng's hard work and love, and Xiaofeng will never cheat it.

This chapter shows the first encounter between the two from the perspective of the captain.