Continuation of "Gone with the Wind"

Chapter 35 Retreat as Advance

Everyone in Tara except Suellen and the children had been involved in digging the Mammy's tomb.On the red earth where she fell, a huge grave appeared soon before the rain fell.Mammy's body was gently placed into the coffin that had been prepared, and the red clay spade after spade slowly submerged it like calm and flowing water."To the Greatest Mother" is engraved on a blue-black stone tablet. No one remembers, and no one even knows the real name of the mother, so the inscription can only be written like this.Ashley held the Bible and read the eulogy with a solemn expression. Everyone bowed their heads in silence, except for Scarlett who stood there blankly, her eyes fixed on Jack who was playing the mourner.He was bowing his head and playing a tune softly with a holly leaf. The melody was so melodious, ethereal, and filled with deep sorrow, just like what she had heard somewhere.But where is it, is it in a dream?

"Miss Scarlett was really weird and scary today. She kept asking what the ditty I was playing. I told her that I didn't know, but she still had an unbelievable expression on her face. Actually, I really don't know. This I just played it casually. Is there any other routines in the leaf music? It’s just that it is more tactful and sad and more suitable for the occasion at that time. Fortunately, she didn’t ask me about Philip, otherwise I would be speechless By the way, judging by her expression at the time, she should have known about that matter, but she seemed afraid of letting others know that she knew. After Mr. Rhett came in, she stopped questioning me. It really feels like The West Chamber "Huaohong" in the movie. Well, there are no outsiders here anyway. I admit that I have always wanted to become a matchmaker to match them since I heard about what happened to these two people from Wade and the others. As the saying goes, Ning Kai Ten temples don't break a marriage, ah no, this is America, that's why I'd rather blow up all the monasteries than separate them, because I think they are so good for each other, they are so, uh, different Well, I never saw such a shocking person when I was in the north. I can’t say that, there seems to be a wife, I forgot her name, she is also very brave, what is it for, belief? Bloodline? Ideal ?Separated from her husband, living alone with her daughter, and the business is quite successful. It can only be said that women do not let their eyebrows. Forget it and it’s too far away. Recently, I have become more and more interested in meddling other people's business. I don't know why. It may be because there are not many good marriages in the world. It is a pity to give up when I finally meet them. After all, this is not China. Even the words of a matchmaker will have no effect. If you are free to fall in love, if you still can’t find true love, you will be a bit of a blessing. I don’t know when China will be like this. Will there be such a day? There should be Well. What's Miss Scarlett's catchphrase, 'Tomorrow's another day'. So true, if it wasn't so, what's the point of being alive?"

Finally finished writing, but Jack didn't feel any sense of accomplishment. Instead, he looked at a bunch of things that he didn't understand.I did another stupid thing, wasting a piece of paper and a lot of ink to write such a boring thing, really.But I don't want to tear it up, so let's keep it, it doesn't hurt anyway.Having said that, it seems that before a thing is done, no one knows whether it is smart or stupid.Even if it's a stupid thing, there is always a little bit of cleverness, isn't it?Jack doesn't know what people live for, but it doesn't matter what else he does.

Jack reached into his closet pocket, took out the portrait that was so familiar to him but still puzzled him, and stared at it silently.I really didn't mean any harm, he justified his behavior in his heart, although I promised Miss Scarlett, it shouldn't be considered stealing.Originally, I was fine after watering the herbs that day, but Mr. Will insisted that I go to see how Mammy was doing. When I went up, I saw that her dementia had flared up again, and even the well-hanging portraits were gone. It was swept to the ground by her, if I don't rescue it, I'm afraid she will trample it.Strange to say, as soon as I took the portrait into my hands, she immediately became quiet like a different person, and started talking to me about Miss Ellen, Mr. Gerald, and Philip, even Scarlett. She told me everything about Miss and Mr. Rhett, luckily no one was in the room at the time!Maybe it was from that day that I became interested in this matter that had nothing to do with me. The relationship between the two of them is even more legendary than romance, and it is difficult for people not to be interested.I want to help them. After all, such a mythical love is too rare. If it disappears, what is there to love?Although love is very fragile, like petals, it cannot withstand the wind and rain, but it is precisely because of its fragility that someone is willing to protect it, isn't it?My God, what am I thinking, I can actually say such sour words.Jack frantically put away the diary like a child who was caught playing a prank, and kept the photos on himself for safety. If there was a mirror in front of him, he might just want to plunge himself into the ice water and burn himself With the same hot face to cool down.

After calming down, Jack thought of Mammy again.He was not surprised by her departure, he knew that this was something he would have to face sooner or later when he saw her the first time he saw her, so his mentality has been adjusted very well.Grief is a very tiring emotion - so rather than saying that Lin Daiyu died of illness, he would rather believe that she was exhausted from crying all day because of being hurt - he feels that he is not easy now, and he does not want to add an extra burden.It's just that people's moods can't be completely controlled by themselves. He has ordered himself not to be sad, but sadness still found him on time, just when he found that his herbal medicine could not cure Mammy.He told himself that he was not to blame, that doctors could only cure diseases but could never cure lives, but it still hurt his heart to see life disappearing in front of his own eyes.His tears couldn't flow, and he didn't know why.It seems that I have experienced this kind of thing myself, as if I am not qualified to shed tears to make myself feel better.Thinking of this, a flash of lightning suddenly flashed in his mind, and the intense pain and numbness overwhelmed all his thoughts. He held his head and moaned, but was horrified to find that he couldn't make any sound.It was as if he had been severely beaten, and all the injuries were condensed in his body, preventing his vocal cords from making a sound like a solid wall.He tried his best to break through this feeling of powerlessness, but in the end he couldn't.Soon, he gave up resisting, and the nightmarish feeling finally retreated slowly, triumphantly like an army that had successfully invaded.

Jack crawled back to his bed as if he was sleepwalking. The feeling was so terrible that he never wanted to experience it again in his life.He reached into his pocket, wanting to throw away the ominous portrait, but his eyes accidentally glanced at the little girl on it, and he stopped moving again.She was so cute, like an angel, completely out of this world, and her eyes were still smiling at her.How can I do such a thing, to abandon an angel, this is really worse than the devil in hell.Didn't you make up your mind to get back your memory? Why did you want to run away because of a little pain?His hand retracted, and the photo returned to the position close to his heart.

"So, you met Jack in a dream before you came to Charleston?" Rhett's voice and expression were very calm, as if he didn't care about this matter at all.

"Absolutely." Scarlett was completely immersed in the effort to find memories, and Rhett's indifference did not affect her enthusiasm at all. "It was in the dream, right there, on the night when I was sick." She hesitated for a moment, and didn't mention what happened that day, let alone admit that it was her cause of illness. "I was running in the fog and didn't know where I was going. Then the fog cleared and I saw nothing but darkness. I felt cold and felt like I was going to pass out when someone hugged me. My body warmed up. I knew it was you." She said it bravely, and changed the subject immediately when he wanted to refute. "Then, I heard the sound of music, exactly the same as Jack played today, I'm sure I heard it right. I also saw Tara's dilapidated state, saw the nun lying on the bed, saw the monastery in Charleston, and Jack face. Finally I think I went back to Tara and saw Ashley, just like today when he read his eulogy. I was so surprised that I couldn't help calling his name. I can't remember the rest Clear, I just remember that song kept playing until I woke up." She finished the dream that she finally remembered in one breath, and stared nervously at Rhett to see how he would respond.She swears to God, every word of hers comes from the heart, and if Rhett doesn't believe it...

"Well, I believe what you say is true." Rhett puffed out a puff of smoke, "but I don't care. Scarlett, you still don't understand that, whether it is true or not, it is actually true for a thing that has passed. It doesn't matter anymore."

"What do you mean? It doesn't matter anymore, what doesn't matter anymore? I clearly..." Scarlett couldn't continue, Rhett's indifferent expression made her understand everything.

"My meaning is very clear, and you should know it too. Our husband and wife relationship has existed in name only. I just want a peaceful life, so I didn't divorce you. That would be too troublesome. What you want is not peace, but clear Love in vain, but my love has been polished by you. It's useless if you don't believe it. I know it better than you. You are not a saint who doesn't ask for anything in return. What you want is more than what you can give me. Much love, but I can't give you anymore. So I remind you out of kindness, don't waste your energy on me, you can't get what you want." After saying this, he stubbed out the cigarette , turned around and prepared to go upstairs.

Scarlett's body kept shaking, and she grabbed the armrest of the chair with her hands to prevent herself from collapsing to the ground.This is Rhett's true thoughts. He doesn't care about his love at all, and he has no possibility of winning.Because he is her opponent, an opponent she will never win; he is also her only referee in this game, and he can easily wipe out her results.But she won't admit defeat, she never admit defeat.There must be a way, she has to find a way to stop him from leaving.

"Rett, I understand what you mean." Her tone was also controlled by her calmly, "I know what I say now, no matter whether it is apology or confession, it is useless. But I really want to make it up to you, you used to You have paid so much for me." Suddenly she felt that these words would reveal her true thoughts, and hurriedly added, "I know you are not a person who does not ask for anything in return, this is the same as the two of us. I am willing to do anything Make up for your injuries until you are satisfied." She saw Rhett slowly turn back and smile at her from the stairs.Feeling the time was right, she added a final line to "show" why she was doing it: "I think you should know that I don't like being in debt."

"The offer is very tempting." He looked at her approvingly, "I'm very happy to accept it. It's good for everyone."

Scarlett breathed a sigh of relief quietly, she finally won a chance.At this time she heard Rhett say to her again: "Then, the first thing we have to do is to take good care of Paul. You can become friends with Bell thanks to Mrs. Wilkes, who can help you even after death." To you, but this also proves that you are not too stupid. It is not convenient for Bell to take care of her own children. She asked me to take care of her, and I agreed. Now that you have taken the initiative to take on this unpleasant responsibility, I I will not be polite either. I will go to the north in a few days, and I will live with Paul in Tara before that, you have to be nice to him, otherwise our cooperation will be terminated immediately." "I promise." Scarlett The tone of her voice became hard on purpose, so as not to let Rhett see her true thoughts because the promise was too pleasant, "As long as you can manage him well, I will be fine." "I can't guarantee this, I told you He is a complete naughty boy, and now he is almost like a punk, I can't control him. But you are absolutely fine, you have resisted Sherman's army alone." His tone became Scarlett was familiar with the ridicule, and it was sincere, which somewhat reassured Scarlett and a little excited: at least now Rhett didn’t hate her to the extent that he didn’t want to talk to her, and he was still willing to be with her. Faced with things that have nothing to do with their past and present, she still has a chance.