Continuation of "Gone with the Wind"

Chapter 59 Doctor Jack

Rhett—Scarlett, finally wrote the protagonist.The love between the two of them is a war without fairness, only winning or losing.But so far it is unclear who won, they both lost badly.Rhett's heart was broken, and he didn't want to patch it up and stare at the cracks all his life, so he could only leave Scarlett, he needed to rest; Scarlett finally found out that she loved him, her character was so persistent She will definitely not give up until she chases him back, I'm afraid this will become the only thing she will fight for in the rest of her life.It's just that if they are together again, will Miss Scarlett fall back into the old habit of quickly getting tired of what she got and looking for new pleasures?Mr. Narett is so pitiful, I'm afraid Miss Scarlett will be even more pitiful then.Probably not, she will never give up on the things she really loves, such as Tara.The two of them being together is the best result, after all, it is not easy to find someone who is similar to yourself.How does Catherine in Wuthering Heights say, "In this world, my greatest sorrow is Heathcliff's sorrow, and I have noticed and felt each other from the beginning. In my life, he is my The strongest thought. If everything else is destroyed, and he remains, I can go on living; if everything else remains, and he is destroyed, the world will become a very strange place to me I will not be a part of it. My love for Linton is like the leaves in the wood: I know full well that time changes the leaves as winter changes the trees. My love for Heathcliff Love is like the unchanging rock below: although it may seem like it does not give you much pleasure, but this pleasure is necessary. Nelly, I am Heathcliff! He is always and forever in my heart. He is not as a kind of fun, not necessarily more interesting than me to myself, but as my own existence."Even though Scarlett and Rhett's upbringing and pursuit are now completely different, their souls are connected, and it can even be said that they are the same.

Sure enough, he couldn't help but wryly smiled. He still couldn't see through Miss Scarlett's thoughts, so he wrote another bunch of nonsense and moved Wuthering Heights out again.These are written for myself, maybe just to find a reason to continue what I am doing now.Now it has come to an end temporarily. Mr. Rhett went to the north, but Miss Scarlett did not follow him until he came back from the north. It seems that they will not have any more intersections during this period of time.So what should I do this time?The only thing I want to do is to retrieve my memory, but I can't.That portrait was borrowed by Mr. Rhett, who said he was useful and would return it to him soon.In fact, it doesn't matter if he doesn't pay back, the little girl's appearance is already engraved in his mind, as long as he closes his eyes, he can see her sweet smile.Originally, he just wanted to use her to retrieve his memory, and he didn't have any special feelings for her, but as time went by, he became more and more infatuated with that touching smile, only she can bring him peace of mind and happiness. A spiritual pleasure that transcends ordinary pleasures.He even started dreaming again, because in the dream he could see her smile and see her running freely under the blue sky and white clouds. Although he couldn't see himself, he could clearly feel his existence. A gust of breeze blows, it is a cloud that smiles at her, it is the sunshine that she can't touch but keeps shining on her.In his dream, he turned himself into a beautiful world, a world with only her.Although he knew that the she in his mind was probably unreal, he couldn't stop his imagination.Maybe this is love, he thought in his heart, it turns out that love is such a fascinating thing, no wonder people around me fell into it one after another.Knowing that it is unreal, but still constructing beautiful illusions in fantasy to convince myself that "this is true".No, fantasies can destroy a person.

This thought awakened him in an instant, and that world collapsed in an instant, and even her figure was submerged in the aroused dust that filled the sky.As if waking up from a dream, he grabbed the back of the chair behind him and raised his head suddenly. The scorching sun outside pierced into his eyes unreservedly, and he closed them instinctively.After a slight dizziness, the remaining fragments of his fantasy melted away.He took a deep breath, thankful that he finally woke up.The notebook spread out in front of him and the table without much decoration were all slightly hot from the sun, and the chair firmly supporting his body was also warmed by his own body temperature.They are real, visible and tangible, and they won't hurt themselves.But if I just fall into that psychedelic smile, when the world collides with reality and collapses, only I will be hurt.I can't make the mistake Miss Scarlett made, to be infatuated with someone who doesn't exist, it will destroy me.

"You are just a tool, nothing." Jack pretended to be indifferent to the air and said to himself, as if the little girl was sitting opposite him. "As long as I know what I've lost, you're useless. I'm sorry for offending you, I hope you live happily in your own world, and may God bless you." It was an excuse to avoid, but fortunately it was still useful. The image of the little girl gradually faded, and finally it was blown away like a mist by the wind from outside.I was originally a person with amnesia, and it was too easy to forget anything.Although a bit reluctant - well, not at all - it's better to forget this strange feeling.From now on, that little girl is just an ordinary little girl, a tool to help me find my memory, that's all.

He turned his gaze back to his gleaming golden notebook, its pages trembling slightly in the wind, like the wings of a dragonfly.He looked really awkward at that stupid statement, but he was not willing to destroy the above analysis and argument by tearing it up.Perhaps a comment should be made on the relationship between these two people, the more precise the better.He carefully recalled what he saw and heard about them, and then contacted their current relationship, and by the way, looked forward to their possible living conditions in the future, and wrote this sentence solemnly, and after finishing writing, he I couldn't help laughing myself.

If Mr. Rhett came back, he wouldn't be Rhett Butler; if Miss Scarlett didn't get him back, she wouldn't be Scarlett O'Hara.

At this time he heard a rush of footsteps getting closer to his room.He turned his head, and saw Miss Scarlett in full dress stopped in front of his door, her face was very anxious, and there was even the slightest undisguised worry.He looked at her expression that didn't match her clothes at all, and felt strange in his heart, and immediately thought of Mr. Rhett's stern expression when he told him those things yesterday. Could it be that Miss Scarlett knew it so quickly?Impossible, Mr. Ritter and Paul should not have reached the station yet.Only then did he realize that he should pay attention to the time, but unfortunately he didn't have a pocket watch, so he turned his head to look at the sun outside, the strong sunlight immediately made him unable to open his eyes, it seemed that it was far away from morning.By the way, what does Miss Scarlett want him to do, pack some clothes, what else to do, take those medicines, they are going to the station soon?What's going on, how did she figure out so quickly to go to the north?Although he was full of doubts, Jack quickly prepared everything according to her instructions.

When they got into the car, Jack knew that they were not going to the north but Atlanta.Scarlett handed the telegram she had received to Jack and asked him if there was anything he could do.Jack looked at the telegram. The sender was Mrs. Landria, whose name he had known for a long time.There are not many words above, but a lot of things are said.Scarlett's two stores in Atlanta were too busy for her alone, and the profits were not much, so she asked Scarlett to come and see them, and it would be best to sell them and start a new business.She also said that her daughter was not in good health these days, she didn't think about food and drink, she lost a lot of weight, and even the doctor couldn't find out what was wrong. She was very anxious and asked Scarlett what to do.Only then did Jack know why Miss Scarlett had to bring the medicinal ingredients, but he might not have a way.In order not to delay her treatment, he took the initiative to tell Scarlett about it, and advised her to find someone else to try.He has heard one or two stories of quack doctors harming people. Although he is not a quack doctor, if there are so many doctors who can't do anything, what's the use of him going?After all, the treatment methods of Chinese medicine and Western medicine are different. He didn't even remember the name of the Western medicine. Besides, he hasn't seen a patient so far.But Scarlett's irrefutable tone made him speechless: "How do you know that you are not good enough before you have seen anyone? I believe you can do it. You are not allowed to say that you are not good enough to hear, or I will kill you right now." Throw off the train." The firmness in her green eyes made him unable to refuse, and the trust that had never appeared in her eyes before warmed his heart, and he couldn't help thinking along with her words, yes How do you know that you can't cure it if you haven't seen anyone. If other doctors can't do it, it doesn't mean he can't do it. Maybe the profound Chinese medicine can really do it.He kept thinking like this, and even forgot to think about what kind of case he was going to face.From the description in the telegram, there were too many things that could make the girl unable to eat. He couldn't say he didn't understand the girl's mind, but he didn't know it well enough.He always felt that it was more like a heart disease than a physical disease, and he didn't know what it was.Until the train arrived at the destination, he was still encouraging himself idealistically instead of materialistically considering the patient's condition.