[Gone with the Wind] Back to the beginning

The tall, red-haired Bell Watling is Atlanta's most famous sex worker, also known as the whore.She didn't care about Scarlett's hostile attitude, but she was surprised that this lady from a famous family who was often heard of appeared in this kind of territory.But thinking of the man who was drunk and fell asleep on the sofa in the bar, Bell Watling understood everything.She glanced contemptuously at this little girl who seemed too immature in her eyes, and said with a smile:

"Miss O'Hara, why do you think of visiting such a place?"

Her gaudy red lips opening and closing were annoying, Scarlett thought with disgust.Even if she found that Bell was taking her to a more secluded corner to save those drunks from looking at her unscrupulously, it still didn't reduce her bad feeling towards Bell.

"I'm looking for someone." Scarlett replied coldly, as if she didn't want to have another word with her.

Bell didn't take it seriously, and was still smiling: "Is the gentleman that Miss O'Hara knows coming here?"

This woman is really annoying.Scarlett sneered, stopped going around in circles with her, and asked directly:

"Don't Mrs. Watling know whom I'm looking for? Didn't Mrs. Watling send me a handkerchief through Mrs. Wilkes' hand?"

A look of surprise flashed across Bell's face, Scarlett's sensitivity was beyond her expectation.But she quickly concealed this, pretending to be a memory:

"I really don't know what you're talking about! By Mrs. Wilkes's hand--God! Do you mean the handkerchief I wrap the gold coins in? But I really do want to do something for the Confederacy Ah!" She shouted and spread her hands, "I didn't mean anything against you! You must be thinking too much! As for that handkerchief—" She paused, showing a look of shame and anxiety, "You understand Yes, how can a man like me wear a veil like a gentleman? A kind gentleman once left a veil with me, and I--God!" She suddenly exclaimed With a voice full of disbelief, "You are not talking about Mr. Butler!"

Scarlett folded her hands on her chest and watched her play coldly.She was holding Rhett's handkerchief that Bell had used to wrap gold coins and finally got into her hand again, ready to throw it in Bell's face at any time.The woman's intuition told her that Watling was acting.I took Rhett's veil and brought it in front of her. Could it be an accident?Especially since this woman is Rhett Butler's mistress and has plots against him!She didn't believe that Watling would not know about her relationship with Butler.If you were a naive and innocent little girl, would you still cry and leave after hearing these words?But she doesn't!

Seeing Scarlett's unwavering face from beginning to end, Bell finally felt a little surprised.Scarlett O'Hara was not what she thought she was, but this was the kind of woman Rhett Butler would like.She felt a little eager to try, but in the end she suppressed the urge to continue to stimulate the little girl, and instead gave her a meaningful look:

"So you're looking for Captain Butler? But I'm afraid you don't know what Rhett is here for."

"I don't care how drunk he is," said Scarlett calmly, her heart bleeding. "I have something urgent to see him. Right now." She reached out to Watling, spread her palms, and lay in them. Wearing a crumpled handkerchief.full of provocation.

Bell grinned and shot her an approving glance.Noticing that Scarlett avoided it, the red-haired woman smiled ambiguously and said:

"Very well, then. Just a moment. I'll go and get him down now."

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After a long time, Scarlett would often think of that evening.Long, boring and anxious, she stood alone at the door of the chaotic bar, full of grievances in her heart but refused to be ashamed in front of her "rival in love", stood there stubbornly, enduring the pointing and pointing of homeless people and drunks around her The hip-hop and ridicule, the whole body is cold.The unforgettable sense of shame she will never forget.

But on that day, just a few minutes after Bell went up the stairs gracefully with his buttocks twisted, a sound of dull and hasty footsteps knocked on Scarlett's heart.She looked up and saw Rhett's anxious face.Rhett's coat was draped over his arms, and the checkered shirt was buttoned a few times indiscriminately, exposing a large honey-colored muscle on his chest.But what Scarlett remembered most was Rhett's urgent and worried eyes when he held her shoulders tightly, and his breath was warm on her face.He asked her anxiously: "Scarlett, why did you come here? Did you know there was danger?"

All grievances have found a vent to vent.Scarlett blinked her pantothenic eyes hard a few times, and looked at Rhett Butler with red eyes, she didn't know whether it was cursing or grievance: "But you came too." She complained, and repeated, "But you also came coming."

Why do you come to this kind of place.

Rhett was momentarily at a loss for words.He didn't say anything, just hugged Scarlett in silence, vigorously.The girl in his arms was very thin, he shook off his coat and wrapped it around her, almost reaching her knees.

"How is it?" He asked her softly, careful and gentle, "Do you feel cold now? Are you a little confused? Would you like some brandy?"

After hearing the last sentence, Scarlett finally felt a little strength, she wrinkled her nose: "Rhett!"

Rather than saying it was anger, it was better to say it was acting like a baby between lovers.Scarlett was about to say something to remedy it—she was still angry with Rhett—but Rhett had already laughed, bent down, and held her in his arms again.

"Hush! Shh! Don't lose your temper with me, Scarlett—at least not now," he begged, laughing. "Bell's still watching. You don't want her to see our jokes, do you?"

Scarlett snorted coldly, although this guy's rhetoric was not accurate, but he was still nervous about her just now.Besides, she liked the word "we two"--especially in front of Bell Watling.

"Let you go first." She threatened in a low voice, and then Scarlett felt herself being hugged, and she subconsciously grabbed the clothes around Rhett's waist.Rhett let out a dull low laugh, and the man picked her up in his strong arms and walked out of the alley where the bar was.He elbowed Scarlett's head against his chest, preventing her from looking up.He swore all the way, forced a way out of the drunks, and didn't let Scarlett be touched, and finally put Scarlett wrapped in his coat on his carriage.

In the attic, Bell Watling held the tall wine glass tightly, with a sarcastic smile on his face, and raised his glass in Rhett's direction from afar.

"Hi." When Scarlett came back to her senses, Rhett had already climbed into the driver's seat of the carriage, turned his head and greeted her with a smile.The tips of their noses almost touched, "Hey, dear Scarlett. Going back to Atlanta for sightseeing? That's a great idea. How about we take a trip together now?"

Scarlett almost laughed at him.Fortunately, she was still sane and remembered that she was angry with Rhett.So he turned his head away and said nothing with a straight face.

Seeing her like this, Rhett also knew that she couldn't be coaxed for a while.He shrugged and smiled, turned around and blew a melodious whistle, and beat the horse and walked slowly.

As the sun sets, the afterglow of the setting sun drags out the shadows of people and horses for a long time.The gunfire had died down, and Atlanta was quiet.At such moments, it is easy to breed an emotion called "loneliness".But Scarlett had no such worries.Because just now, ever since she got in the car, a man named Rhett Butler has been making jokes, leaning back from time to time, making cheeky jokes to please her.Several times, she almost couldn't help but burst out laughing.

After the moods of both of them gradually calmed down, Scarlett finally asked:

"Why are you still in Atlanta? I thought you were gone."

A smile flashed in Rhett's eyes, and a white light flashed under his short black mustache:

"Can I understand this as a concern?"

"Bah! Shameless, stop being sentimental!" Scarlett retorted.

"Then can you explain to me why?" His eyes were smiling, but his mouth was trying to put on a humble and respectful expression, as if he was really asking her for advice, "Dear Oha Miss La, you obviously think I'm gone, but you just want to see me. You don't hesitate to come to this kind of place for this reason... Oh! It's really touching!" He patted his thigh and smiled.

Scarlett turned her head away from him.

Rhett turned back, looked at her gently, and clenched the rein without any trace, and then continued:

"But Scarlett, you shouldn't be in a place like this. It's dangerous, especially for a good girl. If—well, I mean if, you're in a hurry to find me. Someone can take a message, but you One shouldn't come to such a place in person. You worry me, Scarlett."

His tone was serious and sincere, which made people feel sour after hearing it.Scarlett's eyes turned red, and the grievance just now welled up in her heart. She muttered:

"But you were the one who came here first! You were the one who came here first!"

The mother suddenly fell ill, and all the pressure hit her alone.She carried the life of Tara's extended family on her shoulders, so she must not let her down.But after all, there is still such a person in the world, she can laugh and relax in front of him, revealing her truest self.She could pour out all her emotions on him, rest on him, listen to him comfort and cajole her—this was Rhett, Scarlett believed.But he just disappointed her too much.

Rhett rubbed her hair with a smile, but didn't answer her question directly.He said again:

"You came to see me, you should have told me."

"Is this important?" Scarlett asked, biting her lip.

"Yes, it's important to me," Rhett replied patiently.

But this time, Scarlett agreed sullenly.

Rhett whipped the whip again and drove the carriage forward smoothly.And his voice is also calm and long, calm and unhurried.He asked gently:

"Scarlett, why did you come back to Atlanta all of a sudden? Did something happen to Tara? Can I help you?"