Continuation of "Gone with the Wind"

Chapter 92 Andrew and Angela

Paul opened his mouth to say that it was all right, but the all-pervasive hot wind immediately penetrated into his mouth, evaporated all his saliva, and caused a severe cough.Obviously, he couldn't speak for a while, so he had to cover his mouth with one hand, and waved the other hand weakly, telling the other party that he was fine, but in the other party's eyes, he seemed to be trying to be brave.

"Okay, don't pretend to be a hero. Look at you, go back to your room and rest. If you get sick, I don't have time to find a doctor for you." Although he was concerned, Paul heard every sentence with ridicule , he hated others to look down on him the most, so he immediately straightened up and opened his eyes that had been dusted off. To identify the source of the voice, I want to wait for the feeling in my mouth to feel better before speaking.Unexpectedly, although the sudden chill made him shiver, it made him wake up from the trance that was tortured by the high temperature.He felt something strange on his body, and when he took a closer look, he realized that he was splashed with water. The water and sweat mixed together and dripped down. Lick it clean.

"Why are you crazy?" Paul was furious, and kept beating his clothes on his clothes, causing splashes of water to splash everywhere, and some of them even flew directly onto the other party's body.

"It's time for me to ask you, right? You've got my clothes wet." Surprisingly, the other party didn't mean to apologize at all. Instead, he blamed him, which surprised Paul. He even forgot to be angry, this is the first time he saw the person he was talking to clearly.

I didn't expect to see black people in the north, and he was still a child. He should be younger than himself, at most thirteen or fourteen years old, and a boy who is not as tall as himself dared to tease him. He was furious and clenched his fists I want to beat him to vent my anger - not just being splashed with water for no reason, but also the resentment that he has accumulated for so many days in that hotel that is as quiet as a grave, turned from panic, he will not vent it Worried about whether he would explode—but seeing what the kid was holding in his hand, he didn't dare to raise his clenched fist for a long time, and finally he could only let go of his hand inconspicuously, cursing inwardly I am useless.Even so, he was still unforgiving.

"Hey, you still have the nerve to blame me. It should be you who apologized to me." The water left on his body helped him a lot, and his drowsy thinking was stimulated instantly, and even his words were slightly agitated. Liang Yi: "What are you doing with such a big pair of scissors, are you robbing?"

"May I trouble you to see clearly before you speak?" The boy laughed angrily at his words, and waved the huge scissors in his hand vigorously. The faint shadow made Paul's eyelids twitch violently.

"This is for pruning flowers and plants."

"What?" Paul almost lost his feet in surprise, but he raised his neck and suppressed all the surprise and embarrassment. "Don't lie, what kind of flowers and plants came here to trim when the sun was poisonous at noon, and the water inside has evaporated to dryness if the temperature is so high, aren't you afraid that the flowers and plants will be sunburned to death?" He remembered that Jack was medicating herbs in Tara The common sense I told myself when I was watering, it seems that studying too much is not useless at all.

"Do you have a brain?" The boy cut off a branch of the blue sage beside him viciously as he spoke, "Another nerd, I don't know how many times I have to explain you guys White people will understand. I repeat for the last time, this time is hot, and it is true that - in your terms - high temperature is not conducive to the healing of the plant's fractures, but I have tried it a few times and found that it is not the case at all. In fact, it was just pruned The flowers and plants that have been cut are neither python gods nor hydra, it is impossible to cut off a head and grow another immediately. Their cuts are fresh within three hours of being cut, and it takes several hours to heal. So I cut it now, and when the heat of the sun subsides, the cut will heal faster, do you understand?"

"I don't know." Although his tone was still tough, Paul knew in his heart that he was right. "Then what kind of water did you throw at me?" He was angry when he thought of this, the water on his clothes was still ticking, like a clock that couldn't tell the time accurately but couldn't stop, reminding him of what happened to him what.

"You think I'm thinking, I'm unlucky to be blamed for doing a good deed." The boy glared at Paul. Only then did Paul realize that his eyes were too black and white, and there was no need for any transition in between. His first It is the first time that black people can be called white except for their teeth.

"I just watched you come out recklessly, and I didn't even look at the weather. Just because you're not afraid of heatstroke doesn't mean you won't suffer from heatstroke. I'm here to help you cool down physically so that you don't faint. Then I have to drag you back In the room? I don’t want to cause myself such trouble.” The boy said again, “I prepared this water for the flowers and plants, and I put it here to cool them down. Now it’s because of you that I have to change it again. One bucket." Although he was complaining, the boy still moved quickly and quickly filled the half-empty bucket.

Paul watched him bustling about under the sun, and the little unhappiness in his heart gradually disappeared, and he even had a trace of admiration.In order to avoid the sun, he stood in the shadows in front of the house, waiting for the slightest wind to dry his clothes.Because he was bored, he took the initiative to talk to the boy and said, "Thank you for what happened just now—what's your name?" Not so much anymore.

"My name has always been Andrew." The boy's tone was very rude, and he emphasized the pronunciation of "always".

"What do you mean by that?" Paul wasn't sure where he had offended him.

"It's nothing, let me tell you my name." Andrew didn't even look at him, and turned to deal with another disobedient California lilac.

"Oh. My name is Paul, and I'm from New Orleans." He wanted to say "Nice to meet you", but he felt that it was too hypocritical to say that, and the meeting between the two of them could be said to be "very unhappy". It made him feel lumpy in his heart.

"It doesn't matter whether you are in New Orleans or Old Orleans, I didn't ask you." Andrew's tone was still light, showing that he was not interested in his affairs.

According to Paul's previous character, he would at least curse Andrew severely if he didn't mention punching Andrew. Cursing is his specialty.But now that he is in San Francisco, not New Orleans, he is somewhat lacking in confidence. In addition, Mr. Butler told him not to be so impulsive before he left, and to think about everything before he encountered it. It wasn’t long after he came out of confinement. In those two weeks, he couldn’t communicate with other people except talking to himself. Boy, he really needs to make up for not being able to talk properly for two weeks.So although Andrew spoke very rudely, Paul still tried to communicate with him patiently.

"It's basic courtesy to announce your own name after you know the other person's name. I didn't expect this to violate your taboo. I'm really sorry." Paul was not bullied by others, and his apology was full of guns and sticks.

"It's also a basic courtesy not to interrupt when others are working." Andrew didn't know if he could hear the gunpowder in his words, or if he heard it and counterattacked, in short, his words blocked Paul completely speechless.

Paul had a hard time resisting the urge to yell, this time not because he was afraid of the scissors in his hand, but because he felt completely out of touch with this guy.It happened that the clothes were almost dry, so he said coldly, "Then I won't disturb your work" and turned back to the house.He would rather go back to Jack's room to read his diary. Although he is gone, at least the things left behind are more approachable than this Andrew.

The house was already being cleaned routinely.Because Dison has already explained Paul's affairs, so although Paul has never met them, they still treated him very friendly, and they all smiled and nodded to him. Seeing so many enthusiastic faces, his mood It was a little better, so he casually returned a smiling face, and didn't talk to them.

The door of Jack's room was ajar, like a mouth that was not fully closed, always revealing some secrets.Paul felt strange, he remembered that he had clearly shut the door before going out, why would he still... Countless scenes that later made him feel absurd flashed through his mind, but none of them really took shape, and he didn't know what he was thinking What, just pushed the door open all of a sudden, because the force was a bit strong, the door hit the wall, the sound was not insignificant, and it bounced back quite a bit.

Paul gestured "everything is normal" to the servants looking up below, and when they lowered their heads to concentrate on cleaning, he pushed the door open again, and he saw a petite figure squatting on the ground, picking up the terrified object with his hands. And the notebook that fell on the ground was tapped very carefully—even though the ground was actually clean.She noticed Paul's existence, and after putting the notebook back on the table, she didn't move, she just stared at Paul, there was no panic or curiosity in her eyes, only indifference without any emotion, not at all like a little girl facing How you should behave when you are a stranger.Just as Paul thought about it for a while, he scolded himself in his heart for being stupid, not like a child, didn't he meet a child outside just now?What all the fuss is about.I was really lucky, I met two of them in the time of going out and coming in—after all, Jack should be counted as one—he resolutely ruled himself out.

"Who are you?" Paul quickly calmed down after the initial surprise, and decided to strike first.

"Angela." The girl's voice and appearance were very pleasing, but Paul didn't pay attention, his attention was all attracted by the next sentence, "This is my home. Who are you?"

"Paul. Mrs. Butler brought me here." He didn't say that he was from New Orleans anymore, and some people in the province said he was old again.

"Butler—you mean Miss Scarlett, who are you?" Angela's eyes lit up because of Scarlett's name, but they were quickly replaced by alertness.