Continuation of "Gone with the Wind"

Chapter 55 Realistic Memories

"It's time to buy a ticket, but..." Jack saw her expression change and her movements stopped. He was a little puzzled at first, but soon realized what she saw.For a moment he really wanted to tuck himself into the crack of the sofa to escape the drama.But reason overcame fear and forced him to look up.Rhett's expression was very calm, and he smiled friendlyly at him. He couldn't see anything from his expression, which made him feel even deeper fear.But he still mustered up the courage to stand up from the sofa, and said goodbye to Rhett politely. He could feel the strength he deliberately increased when shaking hands with him. He didn't expect his hand to be so strong, and he almost cried out, But seeing his turbulent expression, he immediately fell silent.He heard everything, so it seemed.Although this discovery was unexpected, it didn't make him panic, on the contrary, he felt a bit of unexpected joy in his heart.Mr. Rhett was always clever and understanding, and besides he said what he meant, and he didn't think the worst.But he was really surprised, what kind of Mr. Rhett is it, is it a cat, how can it walk without making any noise?He didn't even know when he came.And said Miss Scarlett was like a cat, but he looked like a swift cat himself--and cunning.

Well, it's time for him to leave the stage and leave the stage for the hero and heroine to say goodbye.Although he doubted whether the two men would quarrel again, and wondered what they would say, he obviously couldn't hear it.It's better to go upstairs quickly, say goodbye to Paul, and then go back to your room to write down the next plan.The atmosphere downstairs seemed to be harmonious until he entered Paul's room.

Seeing Paul's door opening and closing, Rhett's expression suddenly sank, as if the demeanor just now was a crumbling dangerous building, and the sound of the door knocked it all down.He looked at Scarlett with an unpredictable and strange expression, but his eyes were bright.Scarlett was not stupid, she knew he should listen to those words, she didn't care, on the contrary she was very happy.She always wanted to tell him what was in her heart, but she didn't have the chance. Unexpectedly, God blessed him, he still heard it.But would he believe it?She has no idea.In short, the words have been said, and she doesn't care about anything else. If Rhett wants to laugh at her, he can just laugh at her. It doesn't matter, she can stand it.

"I found that you have made great progress, Scarlett." Although it was a compliment, Rhett's tone was full of sarcasm, "The performances of the two scenes last night and this morning were amazing and wonderful. I I'm curious what you used to impress that noble child, it can't be money, right?"

"What do you mean by that?" Scarlett didn't expect him to involve Jack.

"I can't understand it more, you don't have to pretend to be confused. If it wasn't for you, how could he sell his conscience to help you play? What is this called in the Chinese language? The kindness of a drop of water should be repaid by a spring. I I said a long time ago that you made a lot of money by adopting him, do you believe it now?"

"Do you still think I'm acting?" Scarlett really wanted to reach out and scratch the sarcasm off his face, "Do you think that everyone in the world is as rogue as you? You have heard those words, so I don't need to say them anymore Believe it or not." God, that's not what she wanted to say, but every time she heard his taunts, she would fall into an incoherent state.

"Believe it or not, it doesn't matter." Rhett's expression changed again, surprisingly calm, "I believe in Jack's character, and I also promised him to help him, please tell him, I will go to the north to help He got his memory back."

"North, North, and North, I really don't know what evil you all have, first Ashley and then you, what's so good about the North?" Scarlett couldn't help getting angry. The point of hating it to the bone.

"There are many benefits, but it's a pity that you don't have the blessing to enjoy them." When Rhett heard her mentioning Ashley, his eyebrows twitched down, with a look of disdain.When he was about to go out, he seemed to remember something, and turned to Scarlett and said, "I hope you will not forget about the agreement we reached before. As for the money I promised to pay you for now—"

"Fuck your money, I don't care about it." Scarlett now has the confidence to say this, because Tara's crops are about to harvest, she is not short of money, and besides, she still has two stores, and Lanli takes care of them very well good.Rhett wanted to pay her to leave, but she wouldn't let him have his way.It's just that she can't be too rude to break her promise, so she added: "About that, I can sign it when you come back from the north."

Rhett stared at her for a while as if he didn't recognize her, then moved his gaze upstairs.Paul had just come out of Jack's room, and Jack was still reluctant to talk to him, and finally patted him on the shoulder heavily, as if he had entrusted him with some important task.Paul nodded at him, a "wrapped on me" look.Rhett looked at them curiously and smiled quietly.Then he stretched out his arms and gave Scarlett a vague embrace, which Scarlett could hardly feel that he was holding her.She suddenly boldly hugged him with her backhand, exhausting her strength, but fortunately he didn't push her away.She said goodbye to him in a low voice: "Bon voyage, you must come back alive." It seemed that she had a premonition of some danger in his trip to the north.

"Don't worry, my dear. I will live a good life and come back to sign an agreement with you." He also whispered goodbye in her ear, but what she said was not what she wanted to hear at all.She was so angry that she wanted to break free from his arms and give him a slap, but he unexpectedly hugged her tightly.Her anger disappeared in an instant, and she leaned quietly in his arms, praying in her heart that time would die at this moment.

The sun was fully out and shone brilliantly on the red earth of Tara.Scarlett watched Rhett's back being daubed with dazzling gold by the sun, fading away like a moving statue, but she didn't feel sentimental in her heart.Rhett had said he'd be back, so he wouldn't miss his appointment.He never lied to her, she knew it.Whether he came back to sign a separation agreement or a divorce agreement with her, she didn't care, as long as he came back.

Jack stood beside her, a shadow hanging over his worried eyes.His heart is not as bright as Scarlett's, and there are shadows under the sun.What Mr. Ritter had told him last night was not only the fleeting dangers that he remembered now, but also things that he never told Miss Scarlett himself, and they were like ticking time bombs he had placed in his place. My heart was ticking frighteningly, and I didn't know when it would explode.Maybe it never exploded, he hoped.Mr. Ritter will be fine, he firmly believes this, otherwise he would not have given those things to Paul and let him find a chance to give them to Mr. Ritter.

The American breakfast is always the same, nothing but milk and bread.Jack spread the cheese lightly on the bread and took two more slices of ham before putting it in his mouth.When he first arrived in the United States, the first meal in Hartford made his stomach suffer. Those half-rare and bloodshot steaks were hard for him to swallow when he was used to eating rice with boiled water. In his eyes, the knife and fork were even more alienated into two suspicious weapons.Watching the master take them and put the cut pieces of steak dripping with blood into his mouth, and the saliva that was dyed red when talking to him intertwined into a cobweb, he felt a surge of nausea at that time, regardless of the old couple Surprised eyes fled straight into the bathroom, lying on the toilet and vomiting loudly.Thinking about it now, he also finds it inconceivable, why he knew so keenly that it was the place he needed to go most at that time, why he trusted that weird tiled toilet so much, perhaps because they represent cleanliness after being dirty , as long as you give all the uncleanness to it without reservation, you can become clean again.When he vomited, he was very hard, even desperate, as if what he vomited was not only undigested beef residue and pickled cucumbers, but also the fear of blond foreigners and his discomfort with a strange house. What's more, the loathing and the last bit of nostalgia for the past that he can't bear to look back on and all the ties that have been cut and messed up, all come together with the sudden and strong force brought about by the water switch that his weak fingers inadvertently pressed. , and the clean torrent flowed away with a rush.When he raised his head and looked at the impeccable smile in the mirror although it was a little pale, he knew that a brand new self was born.It was he himself who strangled to death the lonely Lin Kejie, who was so withdrawn that none of the children who came with him wanted to live with him, and gave birth to the cheerful person who was so cheerful that no one would dislike him. What's his name, Jack, this It's a good name, a gift from God.Thank you God for giving me a fresh start.He is sure that he can start a new life that has nothing to do with the past.

It's just that this idea is like a transparent soap bubble under the sun. Although it is beautiful, it will shatter when touched.What broke it was not the cold reality, but the warm tenderness wrapped in the cold.Maybe instead of smashing it, it melted it.When he came out of the bathroom, he already had an apologetic expression that was too decent to be reproached, and even he himself almost took it seriously.The old gentleman, as expected, did not scold him, but instead apologized that the meal was not to his taste and that his wife was preparing something else.He immediately comforted him and said that he was not in good health and acclimated to the environment, and it had nothing to do with your food, just get used to it.After he finished speaking, he was about to eat the rest of the steak with nausea at the risk of diarrhea, but found that it had already been poured into his plate by the old man.He really didn't understand what Americans were thinking. Just as he was about to say something, he saw an old lady walking over with a beautifully decorated small plate. Looking at the cute little angel on it, he felt like I was hit lightly by something soft.The old lady gently put the plate in front of him and told him in English that it was oatmeal made from milk. She knew that he was from Shanghai and liked sweet things, so she added a little more sugar, which should suit his taste.