Continuation of "Gone with the Wind"

Chapter 120 Paul's Thoughts

Because Angela's nun was too nagging, she could repeat a word of apology more than a dozen times, and Paul couldn't bear to listen to it, so he reminded her to return her attention to her young lady, and only then did she keep her ears quiet.Seeing her panting and moving her huge body to chase after Angela, Paul breathed a sigh of relief.

So much for the memories.Paul wanted to find out some clues, but he didn't find any valuable clues. Seeing that everyone had almost left, he lost interest and planned to go back to his room to rest.The lemon tea in his hand was a little hot from the sun, he didn't want to drink it anymore, looking around, no one was paying attention to him, so he just poured it out.

But the cup still has to be returned.The servants were taking advantage of the tea to clean up the mess. He looked around and found nowhere to help Andrew, so he just put it on a table. Unexpectedly, his hands were unsteady, and the cup fell on the ground. Fortunately, it was grass. It didn't break, but rolled into the table.

Because there was a tablecloth blocking the view, and Paul didn't want people to find out, he could only carefully lift the tablecloth to pick it up.Unexpectedly, the cup rolled out as if it was against him on purpose. When he got out from under the table, someone had already picked it up, and he even grabbed someone's trousers indecently.

Paul wanted to stand up in embarrassment, but his head hit the edge of the table again. This was not light, and he could feel the violent shaking of the table. Fortunately, everything on the table was still safe.He gasped and rubbed the painful place with his hands, and finally he didn't yell shamefully.

What kind of bad luck did you have today?Paul was indignant, but he just wanted to return the property to the original owner, which made him sullen as if he was in a fight with someone, even if he really fought with someone, he just wanted to vent his anger.But the unlucky one is unlucky because there is no debtor, no one to find a punching bag, and now he has to deal with a person who makes trouble for no reason.

But looking up at the person in front of him, he felt that he was too optimistic.Just now I was arguing with Angela whether she was a decent person, but now I really ran into it.

"Son, are you okay?" It's better for the other party to speak first, he is still in pain, and he doesn't know how to say polite words.

"It's good." Paul quickly took off his hand, he could feel that the place was swollen, but it's not a problem to keep talking to people.

Brian didn't say anything, but reached out and rubbed Paul's head: "How is it, does it still hurt?"

Paul thought it was miraculous. After rubbing it so many times, it didn't work. He pressed a few times with his fingertips and most of the pain disappeared. "Much better. Thank you, Mr. Brian." Oops, why did you just say the name of the person?

"Did we know each other before?" Sure enough, Brian's expression was a little surprised.

"Well, my friend just told me about you," was all Paul could say.

"May I take the liberty to ask which of your friends knows my name?" This guy, why are you chasing him so hard?

Paul had no words, so he could only look away with his eyes, he didn’t want to betray Angela.

"I'm sorry, kid, I don't mean anything else. Can you tell me your name?" Brian probably felt that his question was too detailed, so he changed the question.

"My name is Paul." Paul breathed a sigh of relief, "It's very interesting to chat with you, but—my guardian is still waiting for me, I have to go back, see you in the afternoon." Thankfully, when he couldn't find a reason to leave Seeing Scarlett standing on the steps waving to him, he didn't care to think about what she wanted him to do, so he ran over quickly.

The sun was at its highest point, and the churning heat made Paul feel like a fish swimming in an open mush.He knew that Brian's eyes had been on him the entire time, and he felt that gaze on his back as hot as the weather.I didn't expect people's eyes to have such great energy.

"You child, don't go into the house to sleep and stand stupidly in the sun, aren't you afraid of heatstroke? Look at your clothes, oops, you're sweating, change them quickly." I haven't been with Scarlett for long , but Paul can distinguish which sentence is complaining and which sentence is the concern hidden behind them.

"Wait, what's wrong with your forehead, why is it swollen?" He was still discovered, but that's okay, he could just divert Mrs. Butler's attention.

"It's nothing, I accidentally bumped into it. Mr. Brian has already checked it for me, it's all right."

"That's good, don't go back with an injury, I will thank you. Hey, no, how did you know Mr. Brian, I don't remember talking about him with you?"

Paul was annoyed that he was "burning himself", so he had to honestly say: "Miss Angela told me just now." Strange to say, this name can't be spoken by Brian, but he can speak freely in front of Mrs. Butler.

"That's right, you kid. You've gotten to know Angie so quickly." It seemed that the situation was getting more and more chaotic. Mrs. Butler had completely misunderstood her, and the look in her eyes became so ambiguous.Forget it, he didn't bother to explain, what about love, but it won't matter anyway.

When Paul was driven into the room by the slowly rising tiredness, he heard Mr. Brian and Mrs. Butler talking about his injury: "I'm sorry, this kid is too naughty to cause you trouble." "You What are you talking about..." At this moment, he no longer wanted to know how they met, he just wanted to go back to his room and lie down for the rest of his life.

Paul had already gone to rest. Scarlett felt that it was too hot outside and wanted to go back, but was stopped by Brian again: "Miss Scarlett, let me ask, are you really the guardian of this child?"

"I'm a little angry at what you said. Could it be that the guardian is still fake?" Scarlett smiled sweetly, and saw Brian's flustered and at a loss as he wished. Anyway, there was no one else around. Miss can also be a guardian.

"Of course, that's not what I meant." Brian quickly explained. "By the way, I stopped you to tell you something, please forgive me for not being able to dance with you tonight."

"Hey, what's the matter?" Scarlett thought it was good news, and she almost laughed out loud.

"I'm so sorry. It just occurred to me that an old friend is coming to see me from the South, and I won't be able to go to the ball tonight. I wish you'd speak to Mr. Walmont, and I'm sorry."

"Really? But Mr. Governor—" Before Scarlett finished speaking, Brian had already packed his clothes, nodded at her, and went straight out.

This person is really bold, Scarlett thought to herself, the immediate boss didn't leave yet, he dared to leave the stage first, if it weren't for the rich and powerful sons and daughters in the family, no one would dare to do so?Scarlett suddenly felt a little regretful: If he is really more capable than the governor, wouldn't Rhett be released by looking for him?

But everyone is gone, so I don't want to think about him anymore, I'd better go back to sleep and get enough energy, and continue to find the governor to get close to the governor at the dance at night.Scarlett thought, and slowly fell asleep.

But Paul tossed and turned in his own room, but couldn't fall asleep. Instead, he disturbed his drowsiness like the folds of the sheets under him.He always thought he had seen that Brian somewhere, but couldn't remember.

After thinking about it for a quarter of an hour, Paul didn't have a clue, so he temporarily put this matter aside and let his mind think about something else.He is not good at connecting, but several things that he thought about under the tree just now popped up again.He didn't let them mess up this time, but worked hard to sort out the order.

Counting the days, the north-south separation of Angela's parents should have happened first (as for the reasons Andrew said); after that, they reconciled and returned to the north (Mrs. Butler must have put in a lot of effort); At this time, I was with Mr. Butler, and he disappeared soon (judging from the arrangement he made to himself before he left, he might have expected such an outcome); Mrs. Butler heard the wind from nowhere, In order to save him, he came to the north, and after seeing him, he got his news from him, so he came to pick him up and go back to Angela's house; but he stayed here for a few weeks, but he didn't hear her talk about Butler again. I asked about Mr.'s matter, but I didn't get a positive answer. On the contrary, I have seen Angela's house decorated with lights and festoons these days, and many people of all kinds have come, all of them are preparing for the banquet, Butler The wife was the most active. Not only did she personally teach herself the etiquette of the upper class (this was probably requested by Mr. Butler), she also became the undisputed protagonist at the banquet and had a hot fight with the northerners.

If I don't understand the situation, I'm afraid that Mrs. Butler will think that Mrs. Butler is an immoral woman. Seeing that her husband is in prison and there is no hope of getting out (Mr. To climb another high branch, to seduce powerful men, so as to leave a way out for herself.But Paul didn't think she was such a woman. Although he didn't have much contact with her, and she seldom gave him a good face, Paul could feel her deep affection for his husband.Of course, he knows that the relationship between the two of them is not good, but he can also see Mrs. Butler's efforts to reverse this situation. She has no reason to give up at this critical moment, but should seize the opportunity—although Mr. Butler It's kind of weird to see getting caught as an opportunity.

The truth of the matter, then, was obvious: Mrs. Butler had tried her best to dress, smile as best she could, and try to impress the Northerners in order to get them to let Mr. Butler out.

After Paul figured this out, it didn't get any easier than it did before.Although Scarlett's purpose in the future is completely different from the good direction he just thought about in the bad direction, which is enough to affect his judgment of her character, but the means are actually the same.This discovery made him feel—he couldn’t describe his feelings—uncomfortable, but he didn’t know who he was uncomfortable with, whether it was Scarlett who forced her smile or Rhett who would be cuckolded if she didn’t pay attention. .

"Mrs. Butler—is Miss Scarlett married?" Angela looked surprised.

"Three times. Her first two husbands both died in accidents." This sentence added fuel to the fire.

"What about the third term?" Angela was most concerned about this.

"It's hard to say." Saying this sentence is tantamount to not saying it. In fact, it is already about to explode.

"What do you mean?" Angela blinked, her expression was full of curiosity that wanted to understand, which made him flustered so much that he couldn't speak well.

"That's—so, the last time I saw him, he was alive and well—but that was more than a month ago. Do you understand what I mean?" At this time, I regretted mentioning this. It's a matter, after all, I don't know much about the specific situation, so I will talk about it here.

"Not at all." Angela curled her lips, "Where is that gentleman now, can you tell me a little bit more clearly?"

"This, it's really hard to say." That's all I could say, and then angered Angela to another table.

But the situation is not the worst at this time, the real outbreak is--

"Hey, no, I... don't go. It's really..." He made people angry, of course he had to apologize, but he didn't get up and chase after him, but kept the embarrassing position of squatting for a while and then put the original The ass that was halfway out of the chair fell back on the chair because he was not full.

It was only after eating and drinking that I realized that there was still business to do.He searched for signs of Angela, and found that she was sitting in his place without moving.Paul hesitated, but stepped forward to apologize.

"I'm really sorry just now." Before Paul finished speaking, Angela reached out and handed his handkerchief under his nose. He was stunned for a while, until he saw Angela lightly put her finger on his mouth with a half-smile After making gestures twice, she realized that she wanted to wipe off the gravy on her face that hadn't been wiped clean.Paul blushed at the time and hurriedly followed suit. Fortunately, no one else paid attention to him at the time.

When returning the handkerchief to Angela, Paul wanted to save some face, so he used what Scarlett taught him: "Dear Miss Angela, thank you for your warm invitation and hospitality." Kind of thing sounds nasty, but it's all right when you say it. Mrs. Butler is really making a fuss, and being a classy person is not as difficult as she said.

"It's nothing. If the guests come from afar but don't return to their satisfaction, it means that we haven't treated them well." Paul didn't know if he had read it wrong. When Angela spoke, her expression became lazy and her tone became cold Not a lot.

"How can you say that?" Paul knew more or less what the problem was, but he couldn't answer directly, so he could only continue to talk on the spot. "I'm really sorry for making you angry just now. I beg your forgiveness, Miss." He wanted to bow, but Angela ignored him and said directly to the nurse beside him, "I Tired, Mammy, go back." Then he left regardless of Mammy's persuasion.Paul's bow was useless, and the person who wanted to apologize was now the one who accepted Mammy's apology. He thought it was funny, and the stubborn temper that he had endured for a long time also came up: Miss Dahu likes to play tricks and let her play tricks, but he himself I'm too lazy to wait.