Drift [Gone with the Wind Drift Doujin BL]

Experience?No, Jonas, you can't think that way.Poor Scott was still a virgin until the age of 14 because he disliked white girls with hair and black girls too black (absolutely no suspicion of racial discrimination^, just matter of fact).

He knew that Caucasians had stronger desires than Chinese, but Scott was only 14 years old and didn't really appreciate the difference.

Scott bid farewell to the reluctant overseer, stepped on the horse and left all the way.Mammy's loud voice chased him along the wind: "Master Scott! Don't ride over the fence like Mr. O'Hara!"

Scott's new gray suede dress swirled in the April breeze, and his linen ruffled shirt rustled.There is an intoxicating atmosphere in the field.The sun was warm and soft, and the bright Georgia of spring unfolded before his eyes.For a long time, I haven't seen such a warm and peaceful spring.

The clumps of blackberries beside the road are already tender green, as green as the eyes of the siblings, covering the red soil gullies washed by the winter rain.Golden cherry blossoms spread over exposed granite, surrounded by lavender wild violets.On the verdant hills above the river bank, the dogwoods were covered with dazzling white flowers, as if the remaining snow was still lingering in the green bushes.The flowering hawthorn trees are in full bloom in the wind, and the bunches of white are turning pink.The wild honeysuckle wove a rich carpet of crimson and orange and rose among the glistening dead pine branches beneath the trees.The breeze was mingled with the faint scent of new bushes and wildflowers, and the whole world was a feast for the eyes.

Scott was feeling a little hungry, looking forward to the BBQ and stew at the Wilkes's, and thanking God again for being a man.

He waved his whip and rushed to the carriage carrying Ellen, Scarlett and Carrie, and heard Scarlett and Gerald sing "Wearing Green", and Scott couldn't help singing along loudly, He won Ellen's loving and indulgent smile.

As they approached a crossing that descended from a dense hill, the sound of horses' hoofs and wheels approached, while from behind the trees came louder and louder chatter and laughter of girls' chirping.Going ahead, Gerald reined in his horse, motioned for Scott to stop, and signaled to Toby to stop the carriage at the fork in the road.

"Mrs. Tarleton!" Gerald bowed and took off his hat, and greeted Mrs. Tarleton who was driving.

She waved her whip to hold the two red horses that were having fun, and when she looked up, she saw Scott who greeted her with a smile.Mrs. Tarleton said: "God, Scarlett, I am amazed by your performance today! You are riding a horse! My dear, you are getting more and more beautiful..." Until the daughters' hands pulled uncertainly Touching the hem of her dress, Mrs. Tarleton stopped talking.She looked Scott up and down, and exclaimed: "My God! Could it be that Scott is back?!" The four girls leaned out of the carriage and shouted in unison, saying in unison: "Really! It's Scott!"

"I haven't seen you for four years, and you've become a handsome boy!"

"You and Scarlett are like twins!"

"Scott, you look more and more like a doll, so cute..."

As the saying goes, 2 women = 1000 ducks, at this moment, who can count how many ducks there are?

The lively group of girls, with characters as bright as their red hair, surrounded Scott, asking questions.The figure who has been "legendary" for four years now appears in front of them. There is no reason for the girls not to thoroughly satisfy their thirst for knowledge and curiosity.As a southern gentleman, Scott couldn't refuse them, so he had to keep a warm smile, pretend to be interested, and explain with great patience.In fact, he was already laughing so hard that the corners of his mouth were about to twitch.

In the end, it was Mrs. Tarleton who rescued the hero and rescued him from the crowd of girls.Mrs. Tarleton said, "We are almost late, there is still time at Twelve Oaks Manor, isn't it?" before letting the red-haired kitten-like girls let go of the ball of yarn that attracted them.

God bless you and your pony, how can I thank you, Mrs. Tarleton!

She lifted her black little black hat up, revealing a pair of passionate, sparkling tan eyes beneath the black feathers.Mrs. Tarleton pointed in the direction of Twelve Oaks and said, "Gentlemen, see you at Twelve Oaks!"

Scott watched a bunch of pure red, copper red, strawberry red and carrot red go away, and sighed softly.Such a dazzling and vibrant red will not be dimmed in the haze of war, no.

Gerald grabbed the horse's belly and rushed forward, begging Mrs. Tarleton to sell the horse. Scott tightened the reins and followed the O'Hara's carriage slowly, the horse's hooves kicking up red dust , the air is more and more intense summer breath.April in the south is almost summer.But the UK is rainy all year round, and the dampness makes people's soul covered with moss and even rust; the sea wind blows at any time in the Atlantic Ocean, and the icy water is biting, and the cold sea water makes Scott dare not even swim in the water.

They crossed the river, and the carriage drove up the hill.Before the Twelve Oaks Manor came into view, Scott had already seen a puff of smoke floating leisurely on the top of those tall trees, and smelled the scent of burning hickory wood and roasted pork and lamb.Scott fanned his nostrils, as if he saw golden fat dripping from the barbecue and falling into the rose-red coals, making a hissing sound.Although he prefers to eat fruits and vegetables, the barbecue at Wilkes's tastes really good, and the breakfast doesn't fill much of his stomach, which has already sent a distress signal.Scott stabbed the horse's belly with the spurs on his boots, and the horse comprehended its master's wishes and accelerated its pace of galloping.

Scott recalls visiting the Wilkes family four years ago.He didn't remember who he had seen or what he had said. His memory was like a colorful veil. He only had a vague impression of the manor and the memory and nostalgia of that way of life.

In the rose garden carefully cared for by the female relatives, there are no weeds on the wet soil, not even a single withered yellow leaf.

More than a dozen black people shuttled around busy and happily, serving delicious barbecue and seasonal fruits to the guests.The joyous noise wafted over Twelve Oaks, and the thick foliage cast a deep shade on the ground.

Gorgeous girls flirt with boys like butterflies, parasols flutter, ribbons float, and there are colorful feathers, bows, hats, and jewels.Swarms of children, black and white, ran yelling about the newly green lawn, playing games Scott had never participated in, and boasting how much they were going to eat at the picnic, and the strength of their appetites. how nice.Married women, wearing dark silk clothes and fanning their fans, sat in the living room, telling gossip and gossip that everyone knew, talking about babies, children, and so-and-so's marriage.Tom the butler walked the halls and foyers, a silver tray in his hand, bowing and smiling, serving mint garnishes to young men in beige or gray trousers and ruffled linen shirts. The tall glass, the wine in the glass is like a girl's eyes rippling...

Like the delicate dogwood that blooms in spring will eventually wither, this soft and solemn beauty will eventually be burned by the fire of war.

He thought of the movie "Gone with the Wind". At the beginning of the movie, large white characters move slowly, Gone With the Wind, white bold letters, as if blown by the wind, and white filaments dragged backwards, as if in a watery environment. Window grilles blown out of glass.

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