Reborn Scarlett's happy life

Scarlett left angrily, and walked directly to the stable. She wanted to go home, so she didn't want to stay here. Stuart and Brent soon caught up with her.

"Scarlett, don't be angry, isn't it just a hat, we can give you as much as you want." Stuart comforted the little black-haired girl, and Brent on the side nodded in agreement and added , if she didn't mind, they could send better ones, the conclusion being that Scarlett shouldn't be mad at a broken hat even though it wasn't broken a few minutes ago.

"It's not just about a hat." Scarlett stared at the two brothers, thinking they were so stupid. They grew up together, how could they not understand her thoughts, or did the boys really only have Those messy things?Purposeless fanaticism for war?Or did they regard their own death as an honor?Scarlett's chest rose and fell slightly, she took a deep breath, and felt that she was a little mad, not just because of the damn broken hat, but more because of the war coming, and she It was crazy to meet Charles Hamilton at this time. Things she knew were going off track. She didn't know if it was because of her own reasons. What about the future?

"What's the matter, Scarlett, you look terrible?" Brent asked with concern, he saw Scarlett's pale face, this is not normal, Scarlett has always been a lively and healthy girl.

"No, I'm fine, I just want to go home." Scarlett murmured, she needs to go home now and rest on her mother's lap for a while.

"Okay, we'll take you back right now, don't be sad, Scarlett, we'll give you a lot of beautiful hats tomorrow when you're well." Stuart patted the little girl on the shoulder and comforted her.

Scarlett ignored him, she was so upset now that she didn't have much time to continue arguing about it, she went to the stable and got on the horse neatly, the three of them ended this trip when it was still early in the afternoon little trip.

In Tara Manor, just after Ellen came out of the smoking room, she saw her baby running towards her on a horse. She looked up at the afternoon sun falling on Scarlett's black hair, which was like satin. Her hair seems to be shining.

"Mom!" Scarlett yelled loudly. She got off the horse and strode towards her mother. The black grandmother in an apron frowned and yelled, but she ignored it and ran towards her mother. His mother threw herself into her arms, holding each other tightly.

"Mom." She murmured, and Ellen stretched out his arms to hug her, comforting her daughter as she did when she was a child. Although she was a little puzzled, she still asked in a soft and calm voice, "What's the matter, baby, Tell mom, what's wrong with you?"

Scarlett shook her head in Ellen's arms, she didn't want to say, she didn't know what to say, she could only sob in Ellen's arms, the twins ran over, both of them kept quiet and stood aside Like sentinels on guard, the sky blue eyes showed pity, the boys couldn't understand Scarlett's mood, but they were willing to accompany her, even if they just stood quietly like this.

Ellen gently stroked Scarlett's back, and she comforted the other party. After Scarlett's emotions were under control, she looked up at Stuart and Brent, smiling apologetically.

"Sorry, I don't think I can entertain you now."

"Don't say that, Mrs. O'Hara, if you need us to do something, just ask." Stuart straightened his body and said, while Brent nodded, and the boys restrained their usual smiles and became real .

"Thank you for your kindness, but there is nothing else today. I will comfort Scarlett. Will you come over at noon tomorrow? I would like to invite you two to lunch." Ellen said gently, she really appreciated the two a boy.

The two brothers became a little shy, they nodded and performed a standard etiquette. "Then let's go first, Mrs. O'Hara, Scarlett, we will come to see you tomorrow, please don't be sad."

After the Tarleton brothers left, Ellen cupped her daughter's cheeks with both hands, took the handkerchief handed over by her grandmother with her right hand, and wiped away Scarlett's tears.

"Baby, let's go in now, you can say whatever you want." She gently made a promise, even if Scarlett lost her temper and smashed her most cherished vase, it didn't matter.

Scarlett was embraced by her mother and went to her bedroom. On the mother's armchair, Scarlett sat on the carpet and pillowed her mother's thigh. Her little face was still wet with tears from time to time, but was soon softened. Brush off the veil.

Ellen gently stroked her daughter's hair, her gentle voice was as beautiful as the moonlight on the sea, "What are you worried about? My child."

"War." Scarlett murmured, staring blankly at the fireplace in front of her. In summer, they were clean.

The movement of Ellen's hands paused, a little surprised that the word war would come out of her daughter's mouth, she raised her hand again to straighten Scarlett's hair, her voice was calm and gentle.

"I don't know where you got that from, but baby, if it's true, what's the use of losing your temper and crying?"

Scarlett didn't refute, she listened to her mother's church quietly and obediently, holding Ellen's skirt with her little hands, the fresh lemon smell on her body made her feel much calmer.

"My Scarlett is as brave as a deer." Ellen didn't say much, but these simple comforts made Scarlet feel much better. What she needed was not sticky comfort, but comfort. Be vigilant, what she needs is not a whip, but a gentle touch. All of this can only be done by her mother, Ellen O'Hara. She holds her fingers and warns herself that she must never lose her mother .

Ellen felt her daughter's tight body, and she bent down to place a kiss on the other's forehead, "Baby, I will always be by your side, so don't be afraid."

Scarlett got up from her mother. She stood up straight and stared at her mother with tears in her eyes. Her mother, a slender woman, supported the whole Tara on her shoulders. She bent down and put her arms around her. Neck, choked up and said: "Mom, you have to live a good life, I really can't live without you."

Ellen smiled, hugged her daughter back, stroked her hair and said, "I will, Scarlett."

Scarlett responded with a sob, she cried enough today, and tomorrow, she will never be like this again, nothing can overwhelm her, she swears, nothing can.

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