[Gone with the Wind] Back to the beginning

Scarlett quietly took Rhett's hand and stayed beside him.

In fact, they didn't experience much time like this in their lives. Most of the time, the two of them were laughing and fighting or fighting coldly.However, this is more than the previous life - she is really close to his heart.It wasn't that he didn't want to talk about it in his previous life, and Scarlett even asked where he had been last month just to change the subject, Rhett told her about returning to Charleston.He was speaking in a flat tone at the time, and she listened indifferently, thinking how to make Rhett Butler forget to ask her about handing over the lumber factory to Ashley.Thinking back now, at that time Rhett was able to tell her such a very private and not very pleasant thing-he actually had feelings for her all along, but she was too slow to find.Now, they will never repeat the same mistakes again.

"Your aunt Eulalie is a good person." Reiter said, "She is close to my mother, and she often sends things here... Don't want the stinky money of speculators, I'd rather rely on friends to support me, the backbone of the old man, ha!"

In fact, Aunt Eulalie herself is also relying on Scarlett's support, but Scarlett didn't tell Ritter about this.Anyway, it was hard enough for him to mention that.Maybe one day in the future, she will be able to bring this matter up and lament the fate of the two of them, but it is definitely not now.She thought about it, and asked a question that might put Rhett in a better mood:

"Then," she said, "your father is dead, can you help your mother and sister?"

"Yes." Rhett said, and there was a smile on his lips, but it quickly turned into a mocking arc, "I bought them a house in the city and hired someone to take care of them—but of course I can't let them go." Others know that I gave the money."

"Why not?" Scarlett demanded.

"Honey, it's not like you don't know about this place in Charleston. The speculators' money is dirty!" Rhett's slick tone was filled with hidden passion, "If people know, my mother and sister are spending money on speculators. Merchant's money, spending gamblers', baggers' and rebels' money, that's all--"

"You're not!" Scarlett interrupted quickly.

"What?" Rhett didn't respond.

"I said you weren't—" Scarlett retorted angrily, frowning, "don't say that about yourself!"

Rhett looked at her for a moment, then smiled silently.

"Okay." When he spoke again, his tone had softened a lot. "That's not—let's continue talking. In short, even though the family is poor, they have to save face, although I am willing to tear off the old man's face." Said At this point, his lips were twisted with malice for a few seconds, but he quickly returned to his calm narration, "I don't care about this, but my mother and sister have to live here, and I can't ignore this. I help them think about it." They made a set of excuses - saying that the money they spent was the life insurance money left by the old man after his death, and that my father would rather go hungry and poor than forget to pay the insurance money, so that his family would not have to worry about food and clothing after his death. Okay. Well, now his reputation is more famous after death than alive, a martyr who sacrificed for his family!" Rhett grinned, "Although he obstructed in every possible way during his lifetime, my mother and sister finally lived a good life. He knew underground If they use my money, I'm afraid they will have no peace..." He showed a happy and cold smile.

"Sounds awful," said Scarlett, also with a small smile.She asked: "There is nothing that makes you feel a little bit sorry for his death-well, it's a little hard for me to imagine such a father, so..."

"Oh, yes." Rhett looked relieved, "but there's only one thing that makes me feel a little bit sorry for his death—because he wants to die—prefers to die, and death is the best thing for him. Good place to stay."

Scarlett listened to him in silence.

"He can't survive this life." Rhett was silent for a while and said again, "He almost died when the South surrendered, leaving only a walking corpse. You know this kind of person, who can never adapt to new things, only for The past sighs... They live in the past. Rather than forcing them to struggle for their lives in the new world, it is better to die for peace."

Rhett's words were cruel but not without reason.What he said reminded Scarlett--it reminded Scarlett of Ashley Wilkes, the Ashley Wilkes of the previous life, the one who was dazed and weeping after Merry died. Ashley like a child, Ashley who can't do anything.

She vaguely recalled Ashley at that time, and found that the memory was not very clear—because the image of Ashley, who was gentle and gentle but able to stand on his own, appeared vividly in front of her eyes, stacked on top of those How deep and vivid the yellowed memory is.Scarlett didn't remember much about Ashley in her previous life—all she could remember was how he made her feel, lifeless and hopeless, slow and tired and miserable.But now, none of that exists.Thinking of the changed and brand new Ashley in this life, she sincerely thanked God for giving the two of them a chance.But at the same time, she grieves for old friends who have been left behind by the times.

The pain of war will always be with this generation.

She was so engrossed in thinking that Rhett had stopped talking for a while when she came back to her senses.The carriage has stopped in place, and the vast sea is ahead.The blue sea waves rolled up the snow-white waves and hit the golden sand.They are still a long way from the sea, and they can see the sails of the ships dotted like white dots from a distance, going out to sea and returning in an endless stream.The salty wind shaved his face a little tight.But this sharp sense of smell, on the contrary, can pull people into reality, making you very clearly aware of where you are.

"Scarlett," Rhett said suddenly, looking from the far shore into her green eyes, "I think I owe you an apology."

His gaze was so focused that Scarlett felt naked.She wanted to go up and run away, and she blurted out in embarrassment: "Where to stop!"

After she finished speaking, she was both righteous and inexplicably guilty—well, after the Ku Klux Klan incident, he rushed back to attend the funeral before he had coaxed her well, and the previous account was not clear... But under Rhett's focused gaze, Scarlett felt that the other party's attitude was sincere, coupled with the low mood today, is it a bit too much for her to pursue it at this time?While thinking wildly, she didn't realize that Rhett's face was getting closer and closer to her, and finally stopped at the place where the tip of his nose was about to touch the tip of his nose, and laughed softly.

"Scarlett," he called again, and her hand was in his warm palm.Those dark eyes that always seemed too arrogant looked at her warmly. "I have to say that I didn't do very well before." He said sincerely and slowly, "I-you know, I'm used to myself Solving things, or being relied on by others-in fact, the latter experience is also limited, and most of it is still with you." Speaking of this, he smiled slightly, "In short, I am used to being alone. I have always used The best, strongest stance against you, and never really showing weakness."

"You thought there was a war?" Scarlett interrupted angrily, and Rhett was amused by her.

"Well, well," he said reassuringly, "it was my fault that I went back to Charleston myself—I should have at least told you, I should have even told you that I hoped . . . The moment Charleston saw you, I felt great. I've never felt better."

"You should really let me come back with you," said Scarlett, and she asked again: "If—I mean if, if I told you my father..." She was a little embarrassed to say it, because superstitious Her brain told her that it was not good to say unlucky things, but Rhett already understood what she meant, and replied almost without thinking: "Of course I will send you back!" After speaking, he was stunned.Scarlett gave him an annoyed look and said, "You see, that's the difference."

Whether it is Gerald or Ellen's death, it will be a very big blow to Scarlett.At such moments, Rhett would definitely be by her side without hesitation.Scarlett, in turn, would hope that Rhett wasn't left out when Rhett was hit—maybe he didn't have that great relationship with his father, but moments like these are family events, and Scarlett shouldn't be forgotten.

"I'm sorry," he said again, softly but more sincerely, "I shouldn't have forgotten. I'm just used to going alone..."

"Then you'll have to get used to new things from now on." Scarlett said to him with a smile, suddenly wanting to reach out and stroke his black hair, "I mean, I'll..." She suddenly realized that this "let me Be your family" was a reverse confession, and he blushed quickly, but Rhett had already looked over with piercing eyes.

"So," his tone was very soft, but at the same time eager and rising, "you agree with my proposal of a fiancée?"

"What do you mean? Rhett." Scarlett asked in a trembling voice, feeling short of breath, she looked at Rhett in disbelief—still holding her hand, she slid gracefully to the ground alone Get down on your knees.

"Dear Miss O'Hara," Rhett stared at her with smiling black eyes, and his voice was melodious and mellow, "forgive me for frightening you with my uncontrollable feelings. It is love and the growing bond between you and me." It makes me have to be presumptuous for once—will you marry me?"

The author has something to say: [The previous chapters have written Charleston as Savannah, it has been revised]

Original: Frank proposed on the day of his funeral

In this article: Butler Sr. Proposes on Funeral Day

The captain is really awesome xdddd