Drift [Gone with the Wind Drift Doujin BL]

After finishing some errands, Scott took Rhett to Tara.Knowing that Scarlett had just left the county and went to Atlanta, Scott was a little disappointed on the one hand, and slightly delighted on the other—as long as Charles is still alive, you don’t want to disturb Scarlett’s life in this life, Rui T Butler!

Scott's house is very simple, in stark contrast to the luxurious and tasteful family life of ordinary farmers.Scott only pays attention to what he wears, and keeps things simple when it comes to where he lives.

A large and thick leather writing desk, two or three comfortable plush rattan chairs, a large and heavy sofa, carved ink bottles, crystal paperweights, blotting paper and quills, and a small Persian wool rug on the ground, These are all the equipment of Sko's room.The room was very open, and there were no murals, tapestries or paintings on the beige walls.In the back of the room is Scott's bedroom, which looks sweet, comfortable and warm with its large soft bed and mahogany furniture.Looking out from the tall floor-to-ceiling windows with double curtains, the dark green cedar forest can be seen at a glance.

Without hesitation, Scott tore off his bow tie, took off his coat, peeled off his vest, and unbuttoned the sleeves of his shirt, leaving only the linen drawers on his lower body.He lay down on the bed without any image, spread out on his back.Rhett looked at him with interest, narrowed his eyes, and said maliciously, "I thought you'd take another one off."

"Hmm... that's a good idea." Scott hesitated for two seconds between "take off your pants" and "continue to lie down", then he jumped up neatly, peeled off his underpants, He rolled comfortably into the depths of the big bed.

Rhett remained calm, but his pair of jet-black eyes sparkled even more.

The boy's slender, slender, white legs that hadn't seen the sun were unreservedly opened, the calf was covered with thin light-colored down, and the tight muscles glowed like silk.Rhett said with a little amusement: "Didn't your father teach you the most basic etiquette?"

Scott turned over and said lazily: "Dad is a selfish, kind-hearted and good man. He makes me do whatever I want."

Rhett also sat next to Scott, stroking Scott's hair and neck with his right hand, like stroking a lazy, obedient cat: "As for my father, he Complain to me at least once 'You don't come with me during Parliament; you refuse to show up when the big men meet in Broughton; people always ask me, why don't you ever see your oldest son?'" Rhett is so vivid, Say it vividly.

"Yes, your father could have said that you refused to perform all the proper duties of a South Carolina gentleman's son, while you had the audacity to enjoy all the rights," said Scott, half asleep.

"Yes, I am a rebel."

Rhett suddenly closed his eyes, and scenes of the past flooded into his mind.Even when he was good enough to see the past as a bland farce or a silly joke, there was still a throbbing pain in his stomach.

Once he sat in a cage-like room, looking at the busy port in the distance.There are so many ships and the world is so big, but he is bound by the ancient tradition to live on the land where rice grows all his life.At that time, Rhett often doubted whether he could do a real thing, something that proved that he was himself, not someone else or a template recognized by everyone... At that time, the ear It is full of "humility", "obedience", "proper respect for elders", chattering teachings, father's whip raised high, expression of hating iron and steel, and pain falling heavily on the body, "God is on, since The iron-like odds at West Point can't restrain you, so let's just let you get a fever and die!" Cursing, black mother Dolly muttered to herself as she smeared ointment on the teenager's back "Mr. Butler is so cruel," crying, and the plaid and striped shirt that he didn't dare to wear on his body, his father picked up the family book "The Butler Family's Birthday, Wedding and Death Dates" written since the seventeenth century. In the Bible, Rhett's name was crossed out fiercely, as if cutting Rhett's chest with a knife... At that time, he understood that being weak was a mistake, and Rhett vowed to make himself become Strong enough to never allow myself to be slaughtered...

Scott said in a daze, "Poor parents in the world, but you still have to live your own life, don't let others live for you", and then fell asleep like a piece of wood.

Perhaps subconsciously, Scott knew that it was impossible for Rhett to give up his hatred for tradition and his father. He could neither persuade him nor make him happy, so he chose the simplest way——in Ruiter Falling asleep next to Te, spending some time with him.

As the word war swept across the South, Scott fell asleep beside Rhett when the pace was getting faster and faster and the fighting was intensifying.

At breakfast the next day, Rhett was so polite and personable, and he was so good at drinking and playing cards, he quickly won the favor of Ellen, the hostess of Tara, and Gerald, the host.At the dinner table, Reiter expressed curiosity about Scott's miraculous eating habits: "Do you never drink coffee without sugar?"

"Yeah, I like sweet things sweet," Scott said, pouring milk into his coffee.

"Scott actually likes unsweetened bread! If he doesn't like sweets, but he is also fond of strawberry jam, blackberry jam, marmalade and various jams, and he has a soft spot for pomegranate juice, apple juice, blueberry juice, and various fruit juices. Hey, As a man, whiskey and brandy are what you should drink!" Speaking of his beloved son, Gerald's sky blue eyes sparkled, Scott quickly poured him a glass of brandy, and blocked the old man with wine. Dad's chattering mouth.

Rhett blinked his eyes and said, "It's human nature to be picky about food. How can you bear to criticize Mr. O'Hara?" Rhett's eyes were smiling, his black hair was like the wings of a raven, and his lips were thicker than heather. To be red.

Scott slandered in his heart: Last night he claimed that "the only difference between crocodiles and Charlestonians is that crocodiles show their teeth before biting people", but today he talked about the gentleman and hospitality of Charlestonians with a smile.

"When my venerable, prim and reserved father threw me out like rubbish, I was penniless, destitute, and gambling for a living. Then I wandered into California, and I found no gold, but Gold mined out of ant-like gold diggers. Look at me now, Scott, now Rhett Butler owns 70.00% of twenty ships, owns two separate banks, and is Partner in a third bank whose safes are full of gold instead of soon to be worth nothing in Confederate bills. My venerable father would never have imagined that I had achieved so much success, even if occasionally After vaguely hearing my story, he would try his best to turn a blind eye to me, turn a deaf ear to me, and be ashamed to mention it like avoiding germs."

"So far, Rhett, I have a fleet of fifteen ships anyway, own more than 50.00% of the shares in several banks, and although I don't have much gold reserves, my warehouse is full of gold that can be exchanged for gold. The necessities of more and more gold. But my father is proud of me, and your father regards you as...as..."

"It's a shame." Rhett grinned and snapped his fingers, "Your lovely father is an Irishman, with adventure and restlessness in his blood. He takes hard work and hard work as something to be proud of. As for My father, all I can say is that changing a person's ingrained prejudices is more impossible than making a pig fly."

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