[Gone with the Wind] Parallel Time and Space

Chapter 24 two weeks

Scarlett walked out of the "prison door" angrily, she pursed her lips and tried her best to restrain herself from shouting.ha!She should have expected it, this damn Rhett Butler, how could I think he was so kind!In the end, he still refused to give me the three hundred dollars that was the price.She walked straight out of the big iron gate, and the officer who had taken her in tried to greet her, but she ignored it.The two sentries on the left and the right are still guarding their posts seriously.

As soon as she went out, she felt the chill in the air. A gust of cold wind blew her mind instantly, and her anger disappeared a lot. The rest was the sourness in her eyes, but that was all.

So, now I can only rely on myself, right?

But as soon as he turned the corner, he heard a "bang" gunshot.She was stunned, and before she could realize that the gunshots were coming from behind, she stopped and turned around to change directions.

Scarlett saw a group of military officers surrounded by the "prison gate" from a distance, she roughly pushed aside the crowd, some of them squinted at Scarlett and straightened their messed up clothes and cursed in a low voice Two sentences, I can't believe a woman has such great strength.

When she finally didn't need to push the others away, Rhett's bright black eyes and his miserable appearance came into view.When the eyes met, Rhett smiled, but Scarlett couldn't smile.The room is too dark, too dark, and I have too many things on my mind, too heavy!She didn't notice that Rhett had changed, that he had grown thinner and weaker.But she didn't know that in Rhett's eyes, she had also changed. This girl had sharp eyes and became stronger.

"Two weeks?"

"it is good."

At that time, Rhett's pleading eyes gave her only one way to go. What else could she say besides saying "yes"?So much so that she didn't understand what that word meant.What could she do or could not do to wait for him? What does "wait for him" mean?What is he waiting for?Does he mean he'll be out of jail in two weeks?Or could he help her even though he couldn't get out of prison in two weeks?

An hour later, she understood.

Walking on Washington Street, Scarlett heard the sound of horseshoes wading behind her, so she moved a little further in on the narrow sidewalk to avoid splashing more mud on Aunt Pitty's coat.

"Why? That can't be Miss Scarlett, can it?"

"Ah, Mr. Kennedy."

Scarlett got into Kennedy's carriage, after all she was frozen stiff.They engage in sterile, boring conversation.Mr. Kennedy asked her about her sister's situation, and she made a generalization in a few words. Now that it was warmer, she was a little drowsy.But when Mr. Kennedy speaks of his mills of sawn lumber and planed boards, of his business...  

Scarlett wanted to borrow three hundred dollars from him, but he would definitely find it difficult, he would hesitate and find excuses.He has worked so hard to earn this little money, and he will be able to marry Su Allen in the spring, and he won't want to.Even if he was willing to lend her the three hundred dollars, Su Ailun would never allow it.She'll just use that money for her own enjoyment, and it doesn't matter if Tara loses it because she can't pay her taxes or gets burned to the ground, as long as she can wear beautiful clothes herself and get the title "Mrs." That's it.Thinking of this, she couldn't help being furious, and a thought flashed through her mind.

As long as Kennedy proposed to her and she owned his store and sawmill and his money, everything would be so much easier.She would have the three hundred dollars to pay Tara's taxes.It would not disturb Scarlett's conscience at all to deceive the feelings of the old man in front of her.only……

"Wait for me for two weeks, baby, I only need two weeks." Rhett's voice seemed to be in his ear.

Everything is as planned by him.

Scarlett didn't want to talk to Kennedy anymore, and the ice beauty didn't even say thank you when she got out of the car.Kennedy couldn't touch Scarlett's temper, so he had to touch his head and leave embarrassingly.He thought at least Scarlett would let him in for a cup of tea.

In the following days, Riskali spent her days in complicated moods. At first she was anxious and then gradually calmed down.She wrote to Tara, doing a conciliatory job, giving them a promise she didn't know she could keep.In Aunt Pitty's house, the sound of her pacing back and forth made Aunt Pitty mutter over and over again.So every day after lunch, she put on her hat, put on thicker clothes, and stuffed some newspapers under the heels of her high-heeled shoes to prevent the wind from leaking out.

Unconsciously, she walked to the fire station, experiencing the dilapidation and reconstruction of the city time and time again along the way. Day after day, it slowly changed, decadent but still alive.Every time, she stopped not far from the fire station that the Yankees used as a temporary prison. Although she couldn't see the person she wanted to see, it was always a comfort to her. Coming here Only then can she make her heart firm and survive this short but long two weeks.

Is this still Scarlett?she asked herself.

On the last day of the two weeks, after lunch, she put on her hat as usual, put on thicker clothes, and stuffed some newspapers under the heels of her high-heeled shoes and went out.

That day, she waited from day to night.

The sentinels on both sides of the gate changed positions. Scarlett didn't notice any people on the dark street. She didn't know that there was a "free" black man staring at her.She was relatively safe only because she was at the gate of the "prison", under the guns of the Yankees.Naturally, that gun would not be aimed at a weak woman.In fact, she can't feel anything now, because at this moment her mind is a little confused and dizzy, and she still feels cold, very cold, so cold that no matter how tightly she hugs herself, no matter how tight her clothes are, it's useless.

Go back, he won't come.

Scarlett thought of this and got up, trembling step by step, turned her back to the "prison" gate and left the fire station area.Scarlett was stopped almost as soon as she got out of the sentinel's control range.It was completely dark, and she couldn't see the face of the person coming. She only knew that it was a black man who had just been "liberated", "free", and supported by the North.

"Go away! You bastard!" Scarlett screamed in fear.

Scarlett didn't hear what the man said. Her mind was full of fear. The man was so strong that he controlled himself in two or three strokes. He held his wrist in pain, and the pain was not painful. What, what made her feel even more disgusted was that man's touch, she kept struggling, struggling.

Ah, is this dreadful thing going to happen to me today?What have I done God you are going to punish me like this!God, I really can't rely on you!It was true of Tara, and now it is true of myself.Rhett, where are you? "Rhett! Where are you!" Scarlett's face was full of tears, she was terrified, and at the same time extremely angry.

It was at this time that the man stopped.Then Scarlett heard a sound, and the man was kicked away and fell to the ground.Rhett Butler appeared in Scarlett's vision like a god.He kicked the black person in the stomach angrily, and punched and punched, saying "dead bastard" and "scumbag" and so on.For about 5 minutes, he finally stopped the unilateral beating.

He came back, without saying a word, kissed Scarlett's forehead gently, then picked her up and left here. "Rett, I'm afraid." Scarlett snuggled into his arms and kept saying "I'm afraid" and "I'm afraid, Rhett".And he could feel the trembling of the person in his arms.

"Don't be afraid, Scarlett, I'm here. I'm here."

"Why are you here so late?"

"I'm sorry, baby, I'm sorry."

The author has something to say: I want to declare that there is no intention to discriminate against blacks, and all plots develop according to the logic of the original work.Now there are debates about the suspected racial discrimination of the original work, but this does not represent my own opinion. All I want is to express my emotions because of my love for the original work.I believe everyone is like this. I have written some words on sensitive issues after careful consideration, so please ignore the issue of racial discrimination in this article.