Reborn Scarlett's happy life

"Miss Scarlett." He called her, but she interrupted him. "Just call me Scarlett."

"Scarlett." He called out as he said, with a soft voice, and this attitude reminded Scarlett of her own mother, and Charles Hamilton, who had lost his shyness, had a fascinating temperament.

"I'm going to be a member of the City Guard in Atlanta."

"Ah, that's good." She said helplessly, her heart hadn't stabilized yet, just now, a man valued her more than the whole world.Whether it was vanity or what, she was greatly satisfied, and at the same time felt a sense of awe and affection for Charles, and she answered his words with a gentle gesture that she had never had before.

There was a sudden silence in the air, but it didn't mean that this kind of silence was not good. Charles kept staring at the little hand, which was white and slender. The nails were beautiful pink, which symbolized health and liveliness, until a black slave came over. , please Charles to participate in the parliament, it belongs to the men, and the ladies generally need to take a nap, Charles looked at the little hand that was closed with regret, but it was only a flash, because he had enough time to grasp Live with each other, yes, enough time.

"Then I'll go, Scarlett." Charles said in a low voice, with a smile that couldn't be concealed from the corners of his eyes and brows. It seemed that he was still the young man in front of him, but there was something different, at least in Scarlett's heart. .

Scarlett responded. She watched Charles and the black slave leave until they disappeared at the turning. She put her right hand on her chest, listening to the beating of the heart under the skin, feeling and excited. What is so unbelievable is that a man gave up his honor for her, and this man turned out to be a Hamilton, always docile like a bunny Hamilton.

Scarlett stopped and listened on the second floor. The men were discussing in full swing downstairs. The twins and Ashley were there, and Rhett was also there. She saw the other party's dark eyes glanced in her direction, and seemed to be smiling. Without smiling, the joy in Scarlett's heart suddenly cooled down, and her complacent energy also subsided, it shouldn't be, a voice in her heart said, no matter what she has A man who loves her so much, she can't be so happy at this time, like a selfish ghost, but she is just happy, another voice retorted, Scarlett shook her head and separated the two voices Throwing it out in her brain, she deliberately ignored Rhett, but the latter is obviously not such a quiet person, or his patience has been exhausted. When someone fanatically clamored to fight, Rhett Butler poured a basin of cold water on it.

"Gentlemen, what do we use to fight, is it cotton or land? You must know that Georgia doesn't even have a few decent weapons factories. Sometimes a little dysentery can kill a man."

"You think we can't beat the Yankees? People like us who start to touch guns before they can walk can't beat those poor people?" Stuart said angrily, which made his red hair look more vivid. After the start of this war, the yearning and determination shown by the boys towards the war made people around them praise them. Of course, any naughty boy will become a great person as long as he has experienced the war, and from them With this realization, everyone thought they had grown up and that before long they would be heroes and come home with a medal of honor.

"Sir, fighting a war has nothing to do with personal wealth, it doesn't matter when you touch a gun, obviously, I think everyone here is a gentleman, rich, landed, gangs of niggers, no one suffers We have been hungry and poor, and a life of ease and abundance makes each of us have a good heart. How can a kind person like us survive those Yankees who have been starving and poor? People can die for one bite Yes." Rhett said in a mocking tone, and his words angered everyone except Ashley and Charles.

"We can drive the Yankees away in a month!" Brent said, waving his fist. If his twin brother hadn't stopped him, the angry young man would have had a close encounter with his fist and Captain Butler. .

"One month is right, but obviously the initiative should be changed." Reid said with a lazy emphasis, and just as he finished speaking, he saw the belated young master Hamilton in the crowd speak.

"Captain Butler."

Rhett raised his eyebrows and asked, "Did Master Hamilton have any orders?"

Charles didn't mind the tone of the other party, but looked at the man with spikes all over his body but not completely nonsense with a serious face. "I agree with some of your analysis of the current situation. You are right. The lack of weapons is the weakness of our south. I want to say that your opinions are very valuable."

His tone was natural, even with the meaning of praise, Rhett raised the corners of his lips slightly, showing a little interest in this "delicate" young master Hamilton.

"I don't think you will just simply praise me."

"Yes, it's not just praise." Charles said in a moderate tone. As soon as he said this, there was some noise in the crowd. Few people in this place welcome Rhett, because everyone thinks he is not a decent person. Not even a gentleman, and the girls were afraid of him, despite his handsome face, and Charles Hamilton, the pretty lad they had always loved, would openly praise such a man.

"As a member of the southerners, I naturally have the clearest expectations for this war. Your words are a loud slap in the face. Although it hurts, it has a real effect, but," he paused , those light brown eyes are no longer as gentle as before, but revealing a trace of firmness and sharpness, "As a southerner, when the war is about to start, I hope you can put forward your proposal in a softer way Sir, please don't insult every hero who fights for his hometown with such a sharp tone, even if there is sacrifice, such sacrifice should not be stupid, but needs to be respected, every drop of blood left by the heroes is not Whatever ridicule the people deserve, the flowers and the applause belong to them forever, while the rest, whether accusations or mistakes or introspections, should belong only to us the living."

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