Continuation of "Gone with the Wind"

Chapter 120 Eight Homeless

After all, Lanli and Disson are outsiders, and it is difficult to intervene to persuade them if they are not fully sure in this situation, not to mention that Disson is feeling extremely uncomfortable because of Rhett's words at this moment. Li was irritated to the point of embarrassment.The two looked at each other in a tacit understanding, and found in their respective eyes that something that they thought had disappeared but was destined to make their lives unsettled had reappeared—an escape without seeing a direction and a desire to see an end. chase.

Fortunately, before the conflict escalated further, the center of the dispute appeared in time, and it seemed that he was woken up: "It's early in the morning to prevent people from sleeping well, and they are arguing-ah, good morning everyone." Said the previous sentence When Paul was talking, he was obviously not awake, and he was still pacifying his gluey eyelids with his fingers, but after he opened his eyes, he immediately realized that the adults were all downstairs, so he quickly changed his tone.

"Good morning, Paul." It was Mr. Butler who greeted him first, and he seemed to be in a good mood. "You got up early today."

Paul thought he couldn't sleep because of your noise, but he only dared to think about it (and to be fair, he heard more of Mrs. Butler's characteristic soprano when he was upstairs) . "Aren't you the same?" Thanks to Scarlett's patient guidance, he has almost learned to read words and emotions during this time.He couldn't say he liked or disliked this change. If he had to describe his feelings, it would be the same as the neutral attitude he decided to maintain in the dispute right now—it doesn't really matter.Mr. Butler hides a knife in his smile, and Mrs. Butler has a gloomy face without a smile. At this time, he can only learn to say polite words to ensure that he will not be involved-he is not Jack, willing to take the initiative to get involved Such a complicated emotional entanglement is still not tired of it-he didn't suffer much for these two people, but it was enough.

But everything is becoming more and more fearful, and his bad luck has obviously come to fruition again, "Yeah, the air is good this morning, which is suitable for a long journey. You should also be prepared for this, right?" Mr. Butler seemed normal One sentence, but the problem of offending people was thrown to him.Knowing that he was going to face such a difficult situation today, he had already thought of a solution all night yesterday, but his brain, which is not good at dealing with people by nature, didn't cooperate very well, and even turned his tongue into a latch between the two lips, No matter what, he couldn't open his mouth to answer.

Mr. Butler was still looking at him, and he couldn't observe the expressions of other people, so he could only stare at him.I do not know how long it has been.Paul was a little annoyed by his own clumsiness, his face flushed red, and he finally choked out a sentence: "No, I haven't had time to prepare anything. Please forgive me, I'll be right away..." Before the refusal was finished, it was straight interrupted.

"No need." Mr. Butler looked at him with an expression of "I knew it". He had already experienced this kind of indifferent look with a bit of contempt. He knew that he treated many people like this , and didn't think there was anything, but because he was so familiar with this look, the glimmer of light did not escape his eyes.

But before Paul could see what the light meant, Mr. Butler turned his gaze to the other side where the Walmonts were. "Sorry, everyone. I have to talk to my ward alone." After finishing speaking, he didn't wait for the master's consent, and dragged Paul into the room where he talked with Scarlett last night.

"Tell me what you think, Paul." Mr. Butler closed the door leisurely, and sat down on the sofa at home, the black eyes that were looking at him returned to normal temperature.

Paul stood bewildered in the doorway, not sure he understood what the phrase meant.

"My--what do you think?" Because he really couldn't figure out what Mr. Butler was referring to, he could only ask directly.

"Well, I mean—" Mr. Butler took a cigarette out of his pocket and lit it. "Come and sit down first. It doesn't look good standing at the door all the time."

In fact, Paul was reluctant to be close to people surrounded by smoke, which would make him feel difficult to breathe, but he never dared to disobey Mr. Butler's words, so he walked over slowly, pulled the opposite chair and sat down.

"I'm not here these days, how are you doing in the north?" Because of the smoke, Paul couldn't see Mr. Butler's facial expression clearly, and the tone of this sentence was also very flat, as if he was gossiping, but this He who was used to Rhett's sarcastic words made him feel even more uncertain, and he was afraid that his answer would not suit him and he would be derogatory.

——In fact, this kind of thing was very common in the past, and Paul has long been used to it, but now he doesn't want to be said that by Mr. Butler anymore.

"Uh, although some unpleasant things happened, overall, I'm doing pretty well." Paul thought for a while, and replied cautiously, saying that his life was neither too good nor too bad.

It's just that the question is not over yet: "Look up, you're not a primary school student who made mistakes, and I don't bother to hit your palm." After this cold and blunt request, the question became more peaceful, "Then let me ask you, In your mind, which would make you feel more at ease here, or with me—or Scarlett—?”

As soon as Paul raised his head according to Rhett's request, he was stunned by this question.

To be honest, he really didn't think about this question before, and now asking him to make a comparison and give an answer would be too rushed to put the ducks on the shelves.But Mr. Butler's question had to be answered, so no matter how difficult it was, he had to think about it seriously.

Speaking of which, I didn’t get along much with Mr. Butler, but I have never been mistreated materially, and it can be said that my life is very rich, because although Mr. Butler looks cynical on the surface, he is actually a very responsible person. I will not forget to send him living expenses, and I will bring many gifts for myself when I go to New Orleans.

However, even though the total time Paul spent with him was only a few days, he could feel that the other party did not treat him as a family member. On the contrary, he obviously had a headache for his own existence—in fact, everyone in the world, They will bring troubles to people around them, but some troubles are sweet and people are happy to solve them; while some troubles are headaches and people don't know what to do.

Perhaps his requirements were too high. After all, Mr. Butler was only a guardian, and he had indeed fulfilled his responsibilities. It was himself who failed to fulfill his responsibilities, because he was unwilling to be a "good boy" in the eyes of adults no matter what.Not only that, but also very naughty and mischievous, like to cause trouble, no guardian would like such a ward—whether the guardian himself is such a person or not.

At this time, Paul didn't know that it was the impulsiveness and enthusiasm that originated from the deepest part of the family blood and gushed out like a boiling spring scorched by an underground volcano, which made it difficult for him to behave quietly. And because of it, look down on kids who lose their true selves in order to meet grown-up expectations—probably the only exception is Jack, but he is willing to be friends with him, and it is he who soon sees that this guy is not at all what he appears to be. A person who looks so "good" on the Internet.

However, from another point of view, Mr. Butler is not his own father, so he who has not met the standard of a well-behaved child in his mind naturally has no right to ask him to tolerate him like other spoiled children With everything about him, he can confidently ask him to help clean up the mess after doing something wrong—although in the end, he still cleans up for himself, even if he is reluctant.

And it was precisely because of Mr. Butler's help to deal with the aftermath that he came to his wife's house and met Jack.Since then, my life has changed—well, it’s an exaggeration to say that it’s turned upside down, but it’s also quite different from before—changes.

To be honest, he still can't directly draw a conclusion and judge whether this change is good or bad. After all, he was bitten and bleeding, broke his leg, stayed in the hotel for several weeks for no reason, and was splashed on the head in the hot weather. The experience of soaking in a basin of cold water is really not a good memory, but the strange thing is, even with these, he still feels that these days are quite happy—even though he doesn’t know that the reason for his feeling is The reason.

In fact, for Paul, the three kinds of life mentioned by Rhett are completely incomparable. They are basically three different worlds. How should he choose?It's not that following Mr. Butler or Mrs. Butler is not good, but to be honest, although the first two ensured that he has no worries about food and clothing, and also allowed him to encounter many thrilling things, compared to following Mr. Butler Although I can't say how good I am at Mr. Walmont's house, at least, as Rhett said, I am comfortable and at ease.

It's just that Paul's immature mind can't figure out why a Yankee's home gave him this feeling, but he can't deny that he does have this feeling.

After thinking about this question, Paul's mind, which had always been difficult to concentrate, slipped to another question that was more important to him.This problem was even so serious that Paul, who had always been careless about everything and could have answered his own psychological feelings truthfully, fell into the most difficult inner struggle in his life.

As much as I live here, and feel that way, it is Mr. Walmont's home, not his, or more realistically, there hasn't been one to call home since he was born. Place—neither New Orleans, nor Tara in Jonesboro, nor Walmont Command House in San Francisco, was not his home.