Drift [Gone with the Wind Drift Doujin BL]

Scott put the women and children on the train and did not leave for a long time.

He watched the two thin rails lead out of the city and out into the fertile, sunny plains.

He knew that General Johnston's troops were desperately holding the railroad.The soldiers went to sleep at night, looking for a place where they could see the railroad under the stars.Even if they fought to the death, the soldiers' gradually blurred eyes would take one last look at the steaming and shining railway.

Aunt Pitty's house on Peachtree Street was vacant; the original inhabitants and guests had left it for the country, and the red brick house was now in the care of Scott.

"Why don't you leave Atlanta, Rhett? Is there a girl in this city that you can miss?" Scott was puzzled by Rhett's stay.

"Because I suddenly feel that your proposal is good." The smile on the corner of Rhett's mouth is unpredictable, "I will be very happy to watch the destruction of the south."

"You won't think so when the time comes." Scott curled his lips in imitation of Rhett.

In Aunt Pitty's garden, the fruit trees gleamed in the night, and the robins and mockingbirds fluttered.

After the spring in May, the pavement becomes solid.The northern army was heading south in a tug-of-war on this solidified road, commanding an overwhelmingly superior force to ruthlessly press on every step, like a coiled python, outflanking the rear of the Confederate army again and again, It forced them to retreat repeatedly to protect the railway line behind them.

Dwindling and unreplenishable Confederate troops retreated down the valley.

Masses of refugees evacuated ahead of them.Among the refugees are manor owners and overseers, rich and poor, white and black, women and children, the old, the weak, the sick, the disabled, pregnant and children, and everything else, and they all join this surging wave of refugees.

Some of them took the train, some rode horses, some drove, and some simply walked.Everywhere they went, they stopped for a while, hoping to find out that the Yankees had been repulsed, so they could turn around and go home.

But they failed to return along this sunny road after all.

"There's only a little oatmeal left in Miss Pitty's house, baby." Rhett stirred the unsweetened oatmeal. "Not even a little maple syrup or syrup. If we don't drink this pot of oatmeal, maybe It's going to be eaten by Miss Pitty's horse."

Without saying a word, Scott snatched the bowl nimbly, without even using a spoon, and poured the entire bowl of oatmeal into his mouth.

"Is your throat made of bricks, honey? I thought children like sweets, but I didn't expect you to drink oatmeal without sugar more readily than me."

...if you've had barracks meals for years.He consciously wiped his mouth with Rhett's handkerchief, and said disdainfully, "Child, it's a child again!"

"16 years old." Rhett managed to make Scott withdraw his protesting eyes with just one word.

Nima, I'm only 16 years old... No wonder I'm often stared at by Rhett with a look like "you are a child and need to be pampered"!

"Since you think we don't even want horses to eat the oatmeal we drink, why do you stay and torture yourself?" Scott changed the subject angrily.

"You mean the restaurants in Atlanta? Instead of eating the food they serve, it's better to have a meal of rat meat, and you don't have to pay the price of a ton of rats." Rhett said lazily, "Besides, I'm tired of my The fellow speculators flaunted their fortunes in fancy ways, like three or four broad-brimmed gold rings, and buttons, short straps, and watch-chains of thick, heavy gold, and whatnot. And they always said: ' I'd like ten cases of Bordeaux! I'd like five cases of French champagne! Captain Butler is a man of the trade, and he always gets the best. I'll take any offer you make, plus ten per cent.'" He He vividly imitated the words and deeds of the speculators.

Scott laughed out loud: "But you're one of them!"

"At least I wouldn't do something so tasteless, and I'm sure you wouldn't either, baby."

"I think I'm convinced by you." Scott downed another bowl of unsweetened oatmeal.

His action made Rhett raise an eyebrow.

Scott threw the bowl into the kitchen and sat down on the couch.The military training he had received in the past firmly controlled his every move, so that when Scott rested and relaxed, the muscles of his whole body were also tense and alert.

"I've always felt, Rhett, that a handsome, charming, wicked man like you should be drinking wine and making love to women in some more appropriate setting than in an empty house." Eating unsweetened oatmeal with a 'kid'," Scott teased him.

"Woman? Why do you think I need a woman, baby?"

"Don't men of your age need women? Don't they have women worthy of your love?" Scott's green Danfeng eyes showed a hint of amusement and confusion.

"Women worthy of my love? Of course I do, baby. I'll just crawl out of bed, put on my pants and leave." Rhett opened the last bottle of champagne and drank from it.

"It's reasonable to show contempt for women's love with such despicable behavior." Scott laughed. He snatched the wine bottle from his older companion and took a big gulp from the mouth of the bottle.

"Are you kidding me, baby?"

"Of course not! Hey, Rhett, be honest, is there someone who makes you feel special and exciting, so that you can't help but hide yourself behind a false mask, lest your fragile self-esteem be irreparably damaged? Yes Doesn't anyone make you want to burn yourself to ashes?"

"Perhaps, dear."

Rhett stopped talking.

He set up his slender and strong legs, put his big dark hand on Scott's arm, took the bottle from Scott with the other hand, and blew with his head raised.

His heartbeat matched the speed of the champagne drop.

All the women, all the beauties, every passion ever experienced, seemed so childish and lifeless.

Rhett had never confided in Scott, and he probably never would in his life.This black and shiny green-eyed kitten may never understand what he means to him in his life.

Yes, he flinched, he was timid, he didn't care about all possible gossip, but he was afraid... He was afraid that the perplexity and disgust would be revealed in those calm green eyes, he was afraid that the child would not be able to accept him……

He hides himself behind a false mask, as Scott says, and does a great job of playing an older partner with a poor self-esteem that is likely doomed to collapse.

"Coward, coward, damn it," Rhett murmured.

"..."

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