Drift [Gone with the Wind Drift Doujin BL]

In March, just when the March sleet was keeping people at home, Melanie had the worst and most terrible blow of her life.

Tears welled up in her big brown eyes, and she told Scarlett, disheartened, that she would not be able to have children.

"Dr. Meade told me that I couldn't have children. Oh, dear Scarlett, how I envy you!" Melanie's gentle face revealed a look of pain, "You have such a healthy body, you even I can have one child a year, but I... my dear, I can't have a child, but I really want to have a dozen dolls..." She put her soft little hands into Scarlett's for comfort, and hugged her sister-in-law neck, tears streaming down my face.

"Don't be silly, Melly," Scarlett interrupted her.For God's sake, she didn't want to have a baby a year!Unless she wants to make herself look like a sow! "If you really like children so much, I can have one with Charlie and give it to you, and you can treat it as your own." Scarlett said angrily.

"You really know how to comfort people, my dear." Melanie smiled, and she held Scarlett's hand and kissed, "Are you really willing to give your child to me to raise?"

"You will become a more qualified mother than me." Although Scarlett did not want to admit this fact, she could not deceive herself.Her tone was very stiff.

Melanie's thin, ordinary face was completely lit up, and she was as excited as a canary, almost flying.

Scarlett suddenly plucked up her courage and asked a question that made her want to bite her tongue off: "Aren't you going to have sex with Ashley?"

In an instant, blood rushed to Melanie's pale cheeks, making that palm-sized face look like a ripe peach.She stammered, "Scarlett! Such a question..."

"Well, it seems like a lady shouldn't ask such a question." Seeing her sister-in-law's shyness, Scarlett suddenly felt teased, "Forgive my curiosity, Melly, tell me, okay?" She said like Like a coquettish to Ellen for a pair of earrings, she leaned over like a cat and gently shook Melanie's hand.

Melanie blushed and her tongue was tied: "We... we really seldom have intercourse... and we won't be in the future."

"You're lucky, Melly!" Scarlett couldn't help exclaiming.

"Lucky?" Melanie widened her brown eyes, her surprise overwhelmed her shyness.

"Of course I'm lucky." This time it was Scarlett's turn, not knowing how to organize her words, "Don't you...do you like being manipulated by men?"

"At the mercy of men?" Melanie murmured, puzzled.After repeating it two or three times, she suddenly understood what Scarlett meant, and she instantly became red from the base of her ears to her neck, like a boiled, delicate shrimp.

Seeing the embarrassment of Melanie, who has always been as calm as water, Scarlett found the courage to continue: "Charlie is... very clumsy and incomprehensible, and I would only feel painful and embarrassed when I had sex with him. Ellen had hinted a long time ago, Marriage is something a woman must bear with decency and stoicism. Wouldn't you be very lucky to have escaped this fate, Melly?"

Melanie's face turned red and white, as if she was about to get under the covers and never come out again.After Scarlett finished speaking, Melanie regained her composure and said bravely, "Actually... things are not as you think."

With a glance, Scarlett noticed that the blush continued to spread downwards, and Melanie's slender collarbone and childlike chest were also stained red.

"Charlie is too young and inexperienced..." Melanie mustered up her courage and continued in one breath, as if she was afraid that she would never have the courage again, "he didn't teach you what is real... real tenderness, What is... what is gentle fanaticism... what is the perfect union of spirit... and body."

"Hey, nonsense!" Scarlett said that her simple mind could not comprehend such complex statements.

"A decent girl really shouldn't know these things, and can't even talk about them..."

"Even if you talk about it, keep your voice down and use cryptic terms." Scarlett pouted, "Come on, Melly, if you don't tell me what's going on, I... I'll ask Scott! "

Melanie turned pale with shock, her face was still as red as a rhododendron flower that just opened: "Dear Scarlett, you...well, I..."

Ashley was seven years older than his cousin Charles Hamilton, and that seven-year difference was enough to teach him things his cousin didn't.He taught Melanie tenderness and passion, but Charles only made Scarlett feel angry and funny.

Melanie popularized it to her sister-in-law who knew nothing about love affairs in a way that was as unobtrusive and stammering as possible. Scarlett's face was full of "I'm very puzzled and I don't understand who will tell me" expression, walked to the marble dresser and began to comb her hair, getting ready for bed.

"You'll understand soon, my dear." Melanie took the comb in her hand and exclaimed, "What beautiful hair, Scarlett, I guess the fur of a panther can't be more black and shiny than your hair Woolen cloth!"

Scarlett couldn't help feeling a little giddy.

She likes to be praised, like to listen to men's compliments and sweet words, but Melanie's gentle voice is so different, it calms her restless vanity, and immerses herself in the sweetness of being truly appreciated and liked.

She combed Scarlett's hair, and said: "I made you worry today, my dear, I shouldn't be so hasty to throw my sad things to you, let me help you undress."

The movement of Melanie combing her hair was very gentle and comfortable, making people drowsy.Scarlett nodded lazily, letting Melanie's warm, thin hands undo the straps of her tights and take off her petticoat.

It was a little cold in the room, so she leaned over and hugged Melanie.

Melanie's small, child-like body is warm. Although she is much thinner than Scarlett, her thighs are so soft and comfortable that Scarlett is reluctant to move her legs away.She leaned in Melanie's slender arms, smelling the faint, indescribable fragrance that belonged to Melanie, and rubbed her two breasts that were smiling like chicks, like the most carefree like a worried little girl fell asleep.

The next day, Aunt Pitty prepared breakfast, and the atmosphere was as quiet and peaceful as ever.

Steaks and lamb chops, muffins and jam bread long gone by Atlantans line brightly lit dining tables.Suddenly someone sent a telegram.

It was from Moses, Ashley's valet, to Melanie.

"I've looked everywhere and can't find them. Shall I go home?"

The three women looked at each other, but they didn't understand what this meant, and their eyes widened in fright.Uncle Peter was not happy when they hurried into the city without finishing breakfast.

As soon as they entered the telegraph office, they received a telegram from Charles and Ashley's regimental commander.

"Colonel Hamilton and Major Wilkes disappeared during a reconnaissance mission three days ago. I would like to inform you of my deep regret. As soon as I have a letter, I will inform you immediately."

On the way home, the carriage was desolate. Aunt Pitty took out her handkerchief and bromide to cover her face and wept. Melanie sat upright with a pale face, and Scarlett lay paralyzed in the corner of the carriage.

As soon as they got home, Melanie and Scarlett stumbled upstairs, and the two pale, frightened young wives hugged each other tightly and fell down on the bed involuntarily.The faces of the two were pressed together without any gaps, and tears flowed down each other's cheeks.

The two of them wept bitterly, and they were so sad that they were dying, but at least it was better than not crying.

"I know, my husband is dead...now you are the only one I can rely on..." Melanie sobbed, her child-like breasts rose and fell with her sobs.For some reason, she didn't count Aunt Pitty and Uncle Henry among her "dependencies."

Hearing Melanie say this, Scarlett was sad for a while, and cried harder.

Seeing her sister-in-law crying sadly, Melanie turned pale with fright, and hastily wiped away her tears, wrapping her arms around her neck.

She said apologetically, "I'm sorry, my dear, I was too sad for myself and forgot about your sadness. Take heart, my dearest Scarlett, at least you still have Charlie's child, don't be too sad."

Her face, as pale as paper, exuded a calm and serene radiance.Melanie helped Scarlett take off her clothes, and the two got into bed, embraced each other, wiped away their tears, and prepared to rely on each other to face the uncertain fate in the future.

"Damn it, Charles and Ashley were captured!" Scott looked at the column of the casualty report, resentful of his negligence.

"At least it's better than dying on the battlefield or being buried in some unknown pit." Rhett raised his mustache.Rhett's moustache started to curl up when Scott mentioned Ashley.

"Unless that camp is called Rock Island."

"I take back what I just said, baby." The corners of his mouth were slightly drawn down, looking unfathomable.

Think about it, the food was pitifully scarce, there was only one blanket for three people, and smallpox, pneumonia, and typhoid fever spread.

It must have been icy and snowy in Illinois at this time.

Scott wasn't worried about Ashley—he was in good health and good fortune—but Charles, the little guy .

President Lincoln refused to exchange prisoners, and the cousins ​​refused to swear an oath and sneak back... SHIT!

"I don't know why, honey, why did you conspire with Dr. Meade to keep Mrs. Wilkes from having a baby?"

Scott replied coldly: "Because I don't want to see her die."

He thought of Melanie's flat, thin breasts and hips, and how she looked like a rudimentary twelve-year-old.She was so fragile, and the current situation was so dangerous and complicated... He must not take the risk of letting this woman who almost loved Scarlett the most be even a little bit dangerous.

"Your eyes are burning, baby, like a wolf in the snow."

At this time, the south has been completely blocked, to the point where it is at the end of its rope.But the people don't know, they still firmly believe that one southern soldier is worth dozens of Yankees. Even if Sherman's army invaded Georgia and fought fiercely at Dalton, a hundred miles northwest of Atlanta, Atlanta residents would not take this Take things to heart.

They don't know that the soldiers in the south are short of food and clothing, but despite this, many disabled soldiers still return to the front line to find their original troops.They knew that General Joe Johnston was short of troops and that every extra man was worth one.Georgia, they knew, must not be lost. From Dalton to Atlanta, there were cannon foundries in Rome, and the steel works of Eitova and Aratona were the largest south of Richmond.As for Atlanta, it is not only rich in pistols, saddles, tents and munitions, but also has the largest steel rolling mill in the South, several major railway depots and several large hospitals, and it is also the station where the lifeblood of the four Confederate railways meet.If Atlanta fell, the war would never have to be fought.

Before long, teenagers and seventy-year-olds will be in battle... Scott closed his eyes.

He has to admire President Lincoln, he is an excellent politician, the issuance of Lincoln's Green Coin avoids high inflation, and meets the expenses of the war... Thousands of German, Irish and Scottish immigrants, as long as there is food, With military pay, you can join the northern army and work for them, but the south...

Let Charles and Ashley stay in the prison camp first, at least they don't have to participate in the most tragic battle to defend Atlanta!

Siege of Atlanta!

Thinking of this incident, Scott's fingers pinched and clicked.

Now, the army of the north is still a hundred miles outside Atlanta, but in a hundred days, Sherman's army will fall on the city.

The girls and children must be got out of Atlanta before the siege!

It happened that Ellen wrote to ask Scarlett to go home, and Melanie refused to leave her sister-in-law, so they took Aunt Pitty, Wade and Pulissy and boarded the train to Jonesboro.

"I don't know why you still stay in Atlanta, baby, you know this city will be lost sooner or later." There was a deliberate doubt on Rhett's face.

"To see how the cause that the South has given everything for has collapsed." At this moment, that childish face was particularly melancholy and cold.

The author has something to say: I originally planned to write something more discordant...I was afraid that I would scare you away...