Continuation of "Gone with the Wind"

Chapter 85 Rhett's Secret

She knew that Rhett's trust at this time completely surpassed their awkward relationship. It was just a person who entrusted another person he knew to do something that he thought this person was fully capable of doing, regardless of who she was.Although this made her feel very disappointed, she didn't care.Since Ritter understands himself, he should understand his love for him, and since he understands this kind of love, he should give himself a chance to love.The logic in this is naturally not unbreakable, but she was so absorbed in her new discovery that she automatically ignored it.Trust that has nothing to do with love, as long as you work hard, you can definitely turn it into trustworthy love.She was only thinking about these, but forgot to think about how to find the direction of her efforts.

"In addition, I need to tell you one more thing." Rhett continued, "Maybe you find this difficult to accept, but I know that if I don't tell you now, it will be even more difficult for you to accept in the future. Long-term pain is worse than short-term pain. Let’s talk about it now.” These words successfully brought Scarlett back to reality from her calm reverie, and her joyous heart sank suddenly, and she strained her ears to listen to what he would say.What would he say to tell her not to try to repair their relationship, even if he is in prison?Or is it that he is dying and wants her to get a divorce quickly, otherwise it will be very troublesome to inherit the property after he dies?Or just say lightly, "We can still be good friends when I come out" and block all her ways?Her conversation with Rhett talked about Rhett's situation, her own situation, and even people who had little relationship with them, but they didn't talk about "their relationship", Both parties had a tacit agreement not to touch this point (this tacit agreement really hurt her), but is Rhett going to uncover this scar now?She originally thought that their relationship could be shortened by talking about other people's point of view, but now she finds that the thread is not in her hands. Does Rhett want to let it go?

"As I said just now, that Weslow Byrd is a fake name, and now I have to tell you his real name." Thankfully, I was thinking too much.She didn't care about what Weslow's name was, but she was inexplicably grateful to him for helping her avoid a potentially fatal disaster. "His name, you should have an impression."

"Do I know him too?" Scarlett wondered why he said that. Could it be possible that she knew someone from New Orleans who had participated in the gold rush?

"You don't know him, but you are familiar with his name." What is this called? That guy can't possibly be Abraham Lincoln? Or Grant?

"Actually, he's your relative." It's even more ridiculous. Apart from Aunt Pauline and Aunt Eulalie, who else is Rhett's acquaintance?

"His real name is—" Rhett felt that Scarlett had already prepared her mind and was about to say, but the door was suddenly opened without warning, and the second half of his sentence was abruptly cut off .The sentinel's voice was as unenthusiastic as his expression: "I'm sorry, Ma'am, it's time for a visit."

"But anyway, please be more accommodating. I haven't kissed my good friend who came from afar farewell." Scarlett almost fainted from anger when she heard Rhett calling her, but there was still a sense of sadness in her heart.But before she could think about it, Rhett's body was already in his arms. She should have broken free, but she couldn't help wrapping her arms around Rhett's broad back, letting his lips gently cover hers. .She didn't feel the madness and excitement in her imagination, but she just quietly experienced Rhett's rare tenderness from this deep kiss, like a helpless hand being gently held by another hand They convey a kind of care and warmth to each other.Although it was hot summer, what appeared in her mind was still a scene of spring flowers blooming. She even felt that Rhett's gentle breath was blowing on her face like a belated and warm breeze, melting into her breath. She didn't care about the absence of air, as long as Rhett was with her, she could get the purest oxygen from his breath.

But he moved his lips away suddenly, before that annoying sentinel even opened his mouth to destroy.Scarlett woke up abruptly, recalling what Rhett called her. She gave Rhett a hard look, but saw that his expression was strange again, which she couldn't understand. It wasn't regret, sarcasm or indifference. I don't know what it is, whether it is pity or compassion for myself, but at the same time, I am still desperately suppressing something that is eager to try.In short, she could not see any love.

"His name is—" Scarlett was sure that her voice was calm enough, but she didn't expect that Rhett's expression suddenly became terrified, and the hand around her back violently pulled her to her chest when she was about to break free forward.Frightened by his expression, Scarlett let him put his head close to her ear, let his unkempt beard rub her face uncomfortably like the fur of an unflattering kitten, and heard him whisper: "Philip? Robillard."

"What are you muttering about?" the sentinel asked cautiously.

"It's nothing. I just asked my friend to bring me something I like to eat next time I come here. The delicious food here is really hard to swallow." His expression returned to his usual hippie smile, and his tone was full of cynicism.

"Hmph, stop daydreaming!" The sentry ignored him completely and said unceremoniously, "When she comes next time, she will see your coffin."

"Really? That's not necessarily the case." His tone was as relaxed as if he was joking with a child.

She couldn't remember how Scarlett got out of there, she just remembered that she froze when she heard the name from Rhett's mouth, and she still pretended to be nonchalant from that clueless sentinel without losing her identity. Leaving under her nose, she really couldn't remember how she got out, the only thing she remembered was the temperature that gradually rose with her stiff steps.Well, I can't say that, it should be said that the temperature is gradually returning to normal, only it reminds her to pay attention to the real season with a calm expression but unequivocally.It's not the warm spring she's longing for, but the scorching midsummer with the red sun—the future will be the heartbroken autumn with fallen leaves, and the severe winter with the north wind whistling and no life left—she has never cared much about the weather or the seasons, At this time, I didn't care about it, but I just felt that the hot and dizzy weather was really not suitable for too complicated thinking.That's okay, she can't think of anything now, and she doesn't want to think about anything.

But she remembers clearly what happened after she came out.The road is steamed tirelessly by the scorching sun, gradually turning into a hot tray. The world in front of me is like a cup of unsteady hot coffee in the hand of God, subtly shifted in the drifting dusty air A small angle.Although there is no wind, all the scenery is shaking gently as if they suddenly came to life, and you can even hear the rustling sound of leaves blown by the wind.

She knew that this was a hallucination caused by her dizziness, and immediately shook her head violently to try to wake herself up, but she immediately realized that she had made a stupid mistake, the blurred consciousness that had been scorched by the high temperature This time, she was completely shattered, and there was a rush of humming in her ears, and the sharp screams of the devil rushed into her brain, whirling and raging like a storm, her whole body seemed to be involved in it, and she couldn't help holding her forehead and spinning stand up.She closed her eyes, but she could still feel the sharp piercing of the sun in her field of vision.She could only lower her head and force herself to stop. After a little unbearable nausea and vomiting, she finally got her wish.

Rhett had thought Rhett would bring her comfort like the kiss he had given her, as soft as two folded hands, and he had.She pursed her lips unconsciously, as if she wanted to lock his touch and breath inside forever. That long-lost kiss was completely different from his previous kisses, the only one that gave her a sense of peace of mind.

Who would have thought that he would let go of the hand supporting her so quickly, and use it to lift a heavy hammer high, and then fall down without warning, smashing her heart into a bloody mess ?He was always beyond her expectations, but this time it was too much.

She opened her eyes again because she heard the sound of the carriage, and she knew it was no accident that it stopped beside her.Disen's coachman doesn't talk much, but his simple and honest voice always reminds her of the loyal and reliable big Sam. "Okay ma'am, it's so hot outside, your delicate body can't stand it, please come up." She looked at the coachman's sweaty denim shirt and sticky hair, didn't say anything, and obediently got into the car .She hoped that the coachman would leave quickly so that he could have more time to rest when he got home.

Because Deason was in the car, even though it was stuffy and hot inside, Scarlett still wrapped her shawl tightly, and she could feel the shawl absorbing the sweat from her body like breathing, and doubled. Spit it out.She didn't look at Disson, who was close at hand, and naturally she couldn't find his serious and gloomy expression.She focused on the most practical things, trying to sort out the shattered fragments of her thoughts.

Philip Robillard, that was the name Rhett told himself.He was right, she was very familiar with this name, although she had never seen the owner of the name since she was born.who is he?The swinger who was kicked out by the Robillards, the playboy Mammy called, the love rival Papa didn't know he could never win, all of them, but not all of them.In fact, he was the man my mother had loved all her life—and her uncle.She thought of this before she finally had the courage to admit it.