[Gone with the Wind] Back to the beginning

In an instant, Scarlett felt that countless words were stuck in her heart, and she wanted to rain on Rhett Butler, an extremely shameless man.She wanted to scold him severely and blame him to death!

"You vile, nasty, dirty wretch! You... you scoundrel, coward, scoundrel! You're counting on..." Scarlett was almost speechless, and swung her arms to use up the rest. The strength gave him a slap in the face, "You bastard!"

There was a crisp slap, followed by a slow "ah" from him.Scarlett broke away from Rhett's arms, and she took a few steps back, panting heavily.The two of them stood facing each other, listening to their breathing change from heavy to gentle.

"Listen," she said, "I don't want to--I don't want to argue with you now. God knows what's going to happen! I don't want to hurt my conscience for you in the future. There's nothing to say about it, I can't Promise you." She sniffed, "Just like you won't promise me now."

She also finally admitted that she longed to marry him—she loved him as deeply as he would give her.There must be an expectation between them about the future, even if the situation is not clear.But they do love each other.Rhett understood what she meant.He put his hand on her shoulder again.

"Forget what you said before, Scarlett. So," he said with a slight smile, "may I kiss you good-bye?"

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The tip of the nose touches first, then turn the head slightly to avoid it, and adjust to the best angle.After staying for a moment, the breath blowing is ambiguous and dangerous, and it seems to yearn for a step closer to intimacy.Finally, he kissed her.His lips touched hers, and then pressed down slowly.His two lips lightly enclose her upper lip and suck it lightly. Scarlett's body trembled from this provocative movement.She put her arms around his neck.She felt his lips move down slightly, bringing the two lips together.He was actually kissing her.

It was a wonderful and dizzying feeling. At some point, Scarlett's other hand had tightly grasped the clothes around his waist.She also raised her head slightly.She turned to him, to Rhett Butler, the man she really loved and could not give up no matter what.His warm lips pressed against hers, and the tip of his tongue lightly pressed against her lips, tracing the shape of those soft red lips.He opened the two lips that were not closed with force, and kissed every corner meticulously.Scarlett climbed up to his neck, and she kissed him back.The breath between the lips and teeth is so lingering, it seems that people are about to be drowned in tenderness like this.forever.

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"Will you let me know your unit number?"

"Maybe. I hope my unit doesn't get broken up too many times, and I hope I can still find pen and paper."

She leaned into his arms and looked up into his eyes.Bitter but bright, life is so fleeting in war and cannot make further promises, but at this moment Scarlett feels that no matter what happens, she wants to wait for him to come back.

"At least I have to give you an explanation." He said jokingly, "Find out if I'm dead."

"You still want to say something like that!"

"Okay--I won't say it, since you care." Rhett blinked at her, and a casual smile reappeared on his face, "Honey, don't worry about me too much."

Scarlett frowned and remained silent, knowing that he was right.His future is bleak, and in his opinion, she is not the same—even if there is a prophet, the struggle between life and death is thrilling.Only by exhausting all the strength can we survive, how can we dare to expect the same luck to be replicated by others.Even if he really died, he didn't have the strength to mourn.

But precisely because of this, we must all live.

Scarlett broke free from Rhett's arms.

"You take the horse away." She blinked quickly, and said in a calm tone, "The Yankees are still wandering around here, and I am alone with Ma Tai Zhaoyan. Even if I can bring back Tara, I can't escape the raids. What's more I can't go back very far, but you plan to go to the army. If you are unlucky, you don't know how long it will be. It is convenient to have a horse."

"Really don't want it?" Rhett frowned, then understood what she meant, and smiled with his arms folded in front of his chest.He was not in a hurry to refuse, but just teased, "At least it's a meal, Scarlett."

"Who is in the mood to joke with you?" Scarlett glared at him, "Seriously."

"Well, it seems that I need it more." Rhett made a gesture of surrender.He valued reality, so he would not be entangled in the issue of face. Scarlett also had the same quality.Thinking of something, Rhett suddenly had a mischievous smile on his face, and he teased, "Scarlett, when did a selfish guy like you learn to think about others?"

"Pretending to love you, tricking you into writing a will."

Unexpectedly, when she spoke surprisingly, Rhett was taken aback for a moment, and then was overjoyed.He smiled and said, "I'm really dead, I'm sure I won't forget Your Excellency's name."

Scarlett snorted softly: "I'm afraid that I'm going to make it easy for that Vatling."

Rhett smiled noncommittally, and didn't explain any more.

"I should go," he said softly.

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The first ray of morning light broke through the dawn, tearing open a hole in an instant, and sprinkled thousands of golden lights on the world.However, that wasn't excitement, joy or hope. The mess in the Qianli countryside and the blood flowing across the roadside showed a ferocious face in the sunlight.What they came to was not a safe world, but a hell where they had to continue to struggle.Now, there is nothing to hide.

Scarlett took a deep breath, turned around without saying a word, and untied the horse's rein, and handed it to him vigorously.A water jug ​​was also pushed in, but Rhett refused this time.

"Relax, Scarlett," he said. "I know how to find water, and I'm much better at surviving in the wild than you. Don't use that."

Scarlett put the kettle back silently. She opened the package, rummaged through it, and then unquestionably stuffed a small object into Rhett's hand.Rhett saw it was a small sewing kit—the one he'd bought for her.

"You are dressed brightly now, but you will be frozen when you turn back." She laughed, "I saw a dead man's clothes on the road—forget it, I don't need to say that."

Rhett stared at her.He suddenly pulled Scarlett into his arms vigorously.He hugged her so hard that his heartbeat was against hers, boom, boom, boom.Then, he let her go.

"Goodbye, Scarlett," he said, bowing his head, in a soft but firm tone.

He was leaving, to the battlefield, to the war that had been won or lost, to the crazy world.This is a speculator who is fond of wine, obsessed with women, and pays attention to gourmet food, soft beds, beautiful clothes, and fine leather goods.A traitor who hated the South and laughed at all who fought for her as fools.His shiny boots set foot on a path of misery, hunger, trauma, fatigue, grief, and death.The cold eyes of the god of death watched from the end of the road.He didn't have to go, he was so safe and rich and comfortable.But he turned around that early morning.

Scarlett clenched her hands into fists, her neck ached, watching Rhett, Rhett Butler walked towards the distant battlefield.

"Rett! You must come back alive!"

Did he nod?She couldn't see clearly, because she squatted on the ground and hugged herself tightly after shouting this sentence with all her strength.All she knew was that he didn't look back, and she didn't cry at the end.

When the sun was fully shining, Scarlett grabbed the mud-bound package from the ground and hugged it tightly to her chest.Her blurred gaze gradually became firm, and she walked in the opposite direction.