Continuation of "Gone with the Wind"

Chapter 94 Miss Qianjin

Paul seldom thinks about such mental questions as "why". He usually only thinks about "how" when encountering things. This is enough for his life, but that was before.Now he finds that there are some things that can only be thought about "how" after figuring out the "why" first, such as the case of Jack.The information he got from the diary was really limited, and he couldn't figure out why he had to leave at all, so he had to find more people to understand the situation.He didn't know what Angela was thinking, but it must have something to do with Jack. How did they know each other? Why did Angela have such a strange attitude after Jack left, and it even spread to him?Although he doesn't understand style, people who are in adolescence have an instinctive sensitivity to feelings. Coupled with his keen sense, he has already roughly guessed what the relationship between Angela and Jack is. so unique.Paul smiled to himself again, his white teeth gleaming in the midday sun and casting rare mottled shadows on the wall.

But it was meaningless for him to think about this issue now, so he stopped entangled, and began to think about the origin of that black boy Andrew, who dared to talk to a white man like that?When he was in New Orleans, he had seen how black people were loyal to their white masters. Although the war had ended long ago, there were still many loyal black slaves who were unwilling to leave their old masters. The care was still thoughtful and meticulous. At that time, he felt a strange sense of contradiction. He felt that the blacks were faithful and trustworthy, but he couldn’t understand their almost religious loyalty, and he even felt contemptuous. He would never do it if he served someone, but he didn't understand why those old black slaves would stay by their master's side even if they didn't want to work hard for wages, and they wouldn't even look at the white people who were inferior to their masters in the past, no matter how many they had now. The same goes for money.No amount of money can buy the loyalty of black people, just like no amount of meat and bones can impress a well-bred dog who only knows how to protect the master—the same brains.As for the young niggers who ran away with the Yankees, though they were called ungrateful, Paul thought that at least they had brains--a brain with a heart, he always thought.It's a pity that the rules in the south are dead, it would be nice if they were more alive.

He thought a lot, but none of the thoughts were helpful to him right now, all of them scattered into a pan of sand in his mind, with no possibility of gathering or crystallizing at all, wasting a lot of time.In fact, he can't be blamed for this. After all, he has limited knowledge of the situation at the moment, and his character is not good at thinking about one thing in an all-round way, so after spending so much time, he only thought of one thing: he should wait for Mrs. Butler to come back , and told her about it.

After he figured out what to do, he calmed down immediately, and had no desire to go out at all.This should be regarded as a great advantage of him. Once he decides to do other things, he will not think about it until this matter is resolved.Because of his single-mindedness, he solved many of the troubles he caused by himself-he even caused troubles one at a time-this became his bragging capital, until he was overwhelmed by the trouble he couldn't solve. Brought to Atlanta by Mr. Butler.

But this time his strengths were completely useless.Waiting for others is really not something he can do, even if he wants to force himself to do so.Like all naturally active boys, he was extremely impatient and easily distracted by other things.After only staying in the room for a short while, Paul couldn't stay any longer. He stared at the half-open door, which Angela left without closing it, turning it into something like a trap. The temptation like bait is right in front of his eyes.He looked at the changing dazzling light spots on the wall with some guilty conscience, and thought of Andrew's sharper mouth than the flower scissors. He didn't want to go out again, but his hands and feet didn't listen to his brain anymore, and the rushing life in his life Curiosity and strength bypassed his brain and gave orders directly to his hands and feet - they understood before his brain that the best way to eliminate the fear of an unknown place was to explore it.By coincidence—or quite naturally—he opened the door and went out again.

The cleaning maids had already left at some point, and Paul probably left before Angela went out, otherwise a lady coming out of a boy's room would definitely cause discussion.He also thought of a possibility that there was no one when Angela came in, and it was impossible for a young lady to just enter a boy's room without being taught a lesson by her nanny, otherwise he would have heard it long ago.His mind was not willing to be lonely, and while assessing the situation, he rationally reminded him not to make the same mistake as before, and should find another way out.He knew that this kind of big house usually didn't have only one door, and there must be other doors to go out.As expected, he found another door at the other end of the house, diagonally opposite the previous one.It's just that he didn't expect that after opening the door, he still met Andrew, and Angela was unexpectedly not absent.

It was a more open field than the garden in front of it. After seeing the neatly arranged stables, he knew it was a racecourse. Andrew was carrying water for the thoroughbred horses inside.There is no shortage of horses in New Orleans, and he has ridden, so he knows something.Even if he was an idiot for that, seeing a herd of horses strutting around in the hot sun would tell them they must be purebred and well trained.Angela has changed into a dashing riding outfit, and is "talking" with a horse, looking very gentle, but Paul still has doubts about whether she can control this tall horse well.

But as soon as he got on the horse, Paul was surprised to find that a strange change had taken place in the whole body of this rich lady.She did not take the side ride that girls often used, but sat astride the horse chicly, with blue trousers tightly wrapping her powerful legs, her feet firmly stepped on the stirrups, and she leaned over and grasped the reins tightly.Paul noticed that she didn't have a whip, and was wondering if she was just bored and wanted to take a casual walk on the horse. He saw her put her head close to the horse and said something softly, and the horse immediately acted like a soldier who had received a military order. He began to run around the field. Although the speed was very fast, he did not run wildly. Angela firmly controlled the reins and sat firmly on the horse's back. His eyes swept away the indifference before, full of passion for sports, not just eyes , her whole body glistened under the sunlight.

Paul was excited and couldn't help shouting: "Nice job!" Angela didn't pay attention to him at first, but she was obviously frightened when she heard this voice. She swayed, but immediately stabilized herself again.She turned her horse around in retaliation and charged in the direction where Paul was standing.When Paul saw her grabbing the rein and turning her head, he thought about what she was going to do. The corners of his mouth twitched disdainfully, and he calmly dodged when the horse was about to hit him.In fact, he knew in his heart that even if he didn't hide, Angela would definitely pull the rein at the last moment.

"I really can't see that you still have this skill." When Andrew led the horse back to the stable in shock, Paul sincerely praised Angela.

"You're not bad at your skills." Angela's face was flushed due to strenuous exercise and high temperature, and she sweated a lot, but she didn't pant. Instead, she smiled freely while wiping the sweat with the towel that Andrew handed her back Then he praised Paul in return, and both parties can clearly feel that the relationship between them has drawn a lot closer because of the discovery of common interests.

Paul looked at Andrew standing aside and felt a little uncomfortable. He wanted to distract Andrew and ask Angela why she took the notes but didn't read them, and instead ran to ride a horse under the sun.He thought for a while, and said to Andrew very flatly: "Why don't you take care of your flowers and trees and come here?"

"I asked him to come." Angela said quickly.

Of course Paul knew this was the case, but he wanted to leave Andrew wholeheartedly, so he pretended not to hear the words and continued to attack: "You should go to work, black boy."

This time Andrew didn't say anything, Angela was anxious first: "What are you talking about, what black boy and white boy, doesn't he have a name?"

Andrew ignored Paul's rudeness, and calmly said to Angela: "Miss Angie, it's getting late, I should go back to work. I have to go to school in the afternoon, goodbye." He deliberately didn't even look at Paul , only saluted Angela and left.

"Hey, do you know how to be polite?" Angela didn't keep him, and took her anger out on Paul.

Paul would have liked to know who was not polite, he never felt the need to salute black people.But after all, he was the one who was rude first, so it was hard to say anything.He thought for a moment, grabbed a sentence in Andrew's words and asked, "What did that guy say, he's going to class, is it true?"

"Of course it's true. Ange is a top student in our school's senior year, and he will definitely be admitted to university in the future." Angela was very angry at him for ignoring her words, and she was very rude when answering.

"My God, you actually allow a black kid to go to school and let him go to college?" Paul was taken aback. "What is the origin of this guy, Lincoln's black relative?"

"Be more polite." Angela was no longer excited, and her tone became cold again, "He is my friend and tutor, and there is nothing wrong with him."

"What else did you say just now, he is the top student in your school's senior year? Is your school still co-educational?" Paul was surprised by the information she inadvertently revealed.

"Can't you?" Angela stared at him angrily again.

"God!" Paul, who had never believed in religion, couldn't help shouting out now. "Can that guy read?"

"At least they won't make so many grammatical mistakes when they speak, better than you." Angela's words irritated Paul.

"How dare you say that he is better than me?" Paul's mood at this time was not so much anger as surprise.He didn't have any ill feeling toward black people, but he never admired them, so Angela's words had a great impact on him.

"I dare say that guy is better than you." Angela did not back down. "Although he is a coward, at least he is a coward who knows how to respect others."

"Which guy?" Paul was confused by her words, but he quickly realized who Angela was talking about. "If you talk about Jack, then I admit that he is better than me."

"Don't mention that person to me!" Angela didn't realize that she was the one who mentioned Jack first, "If he wants to leave, he should be straightforward, no one will stop him, and he will leave some posturing notes when he has nothing to do, what a jerk. "