Continuation of "Gone with the Wind"

Chapter 8 Back to Tara

"Mom, haven't you arrived yet?" Ella asked her after she opened her eyes from a drowsy sleep, her tone full of tiredness.

"It's almost here, just sleep for a while." Scarlett comforted her absent-mindedly, but her eyes were looking in Wade's direction.

Since the last time she had talked to him about Rhett, Scarlett didn't know how to face him.This child always looks preoccupied now, not at all innocent, lively and carefree as a child of his age should be.

But now she doesn't know what to do. She has never been good at dealing with children, because she thinks they are annoying and unreasonable. Talking to them will take up her time for business, account books, and dances, and she can't get out of it. have any fun.Now she is very eager for someone to teach her how to get along with children.If only Rhett was still alive, he always understood children and always had a great time walking into their world, but now...

Thinking of Rhett made her head hurt again, which was nothing, she was used to it when she woke up from too much whiskey.But the terrible thing is that she can't deal with the pain in her heart. It seems that a hole has been opened in the depths of her soul, and the pain and sorrow are constantly coming out from there, and it can't be blocked.And Rhett is the sword of Damocles that may fall and scratch him at any time.She can only use the thin hair of "forgetfulness" to hang it tremblingly, so as not to let it hurt herself again.

"Ma'am, Jonesboro is here," the steward told her.She looked out the window, looking for Will, who had come to take her home.Before she left Atlanta, she telegraphed Will to come and get her.

Although there was no one to see her off when she left-Aunt Pete pretended to be sick because she was afraid of other people's pointing fingers, Ashley had become a walking dead because of Melly's death, and India didn't want to see her , even Bell didn't come, of course because of her reputation - but she didn't care.

Anyway, she will go back to Atlanta sooner or later, so let's think about these things then.What she promised Meili will definitely be done, but not now.

Right now, she wants to go back to Tara, where she can accumulate strength and fight again.

"Scarlett! I'm here." Will's voice broke through the chorus of voices, and Scarlett really wanted to cheer.She handed over the suitcase and the two children to Prissy, jumped off the train without looking at her image, rushed straight to Will, and gave him a firm hug.

"Okay, Scarlett, don't hug her so tightly, I'm going to be out of breath." Will took some effort to remove her hands around his neck, and kissed her face lightly.

"You look fine, my dear."

"Okay Will, you don't even know how I got here these days. Don't talk about it, how is Tara?" Scarlett finished greeting him and asked her the most concerned question directly.

"You are still as impatient as before, Scarlett." Will was still smiling, but the sadness and worry on his face did not escape Scarlett's eyes, "Go shopping with me first, and then I will tell you."

"What happened to Tara, Will? Who are you taking these messy medicines for?" On the way back, Scarlett couldn't help asking Will, with a bit of dissatisfaction in her tone.

Will sat with her in the hired carriage, and the weak sunlight outside did not penetrate the not-so-thick dark tarpaulin, which somewhat made Will's expression look a little gloomy: "Tara is fine, you Don't worry. As for the medicines, they are for Mammy. She is very ill, very ill."

"What, what's wrong with her? Why didn't you tell me earlier, then I will come back as soon as I die. Could it be that she has..." Scarlett thought of the lonely black stone tablet in Meili's cemetery, and her heart was filled with fear.