burn out

The workers left the house as if fleeing for their lives.The manor, which had been bustling for a few days, returned to a dead silence, even more deserted than before.People gradually moved away from the manor, hoping to hide as far away as possible.It is said that the soul of Earl Wallace lives in the house, wandering in the house every night to punish outsiders who disrespect his estate.Some people also said that the old housekeeper who had served in the manor all his life had a terrible infectious disease, which was the curse of the devil.There are even extremely outrageous claims that the mysterious old butler is actually a vampire who killed the earl's family and now he has no food.

However, all the gossip and gossip were isolated by the high wall, and the Ge □ □ family still lived alone, oh no, there was also his dear black cat and a little ghost.

"Grey, are you really suffering from any serious illness?" Since all the servants in the manor left, Tim began to discard all etiquette and call the old butler by his name.

"Oh, I think you should call me Mr., and I'm really sick, so please get out of here as soon as possible." The family of Ge □□ gently stroked the black cat on his lap, and the latter squinted lazily at the cat Looking at the boy in front of him, he meowed proudly.

"Grey, how could such a kind person like you get a terrible disease! You don't want to drive me away." Tim pouted and sat on the ground directly: "Hmph, I can't stay here. "

Gray just glanced at him with narrowed eyes, and then there was a long silence.

"Hey! Don't look at me with that look!" Tim felt guilty: "Besides, trust me Gray, you need someone to take care of you. No, I mean, maybe just to accompany you."

"Hey, my dear old Gray, don't you want to know what day it is?" Tim sat on the steps, his feet dangling, watching Gray dragging his old body seriously to cultivate the flowers and plants.

"Mr. Tim, I'm really busy." The butler didn't look back at him, but just concentrated on the work at hand. "You don't understand, no matter what day it is, it doesn't matter to me now."

"Oh, okay." The young man was a little frustrated. He jumped down the steps to tease the black cat, but he couldn't see the little guy everywhere. Oh, what an empty old house, just like the old butler who was busy all day boring. "Grey! I'm so bored, maybe I can help you trim these flowers, oh yes! Trimming flowers, that's a very good idea."

"Stop, stop!" The Grid family hurriedly stopped Tim who was picking up the scissors: "Maybe you can go and read! Your lord can stay like that for a whole day, let go of my poor flowers and plants, I don't forget what you did to my garden last time."

"I just want to help you, you know, this garden is so boring! I just thought it would be more interesting if this grass was trimmed into the shape of a puppy." Tim pouted, looking depressed, " You know, I'm not like the Count, I can't read at all. Let alone read those damned books, which give me a terrible headache."

"Yes, you can't be like him, no one else will be like him." The butler lowered his head slightly.

The sun gradually lost its brilliance, and the housekeeper finally stopped his day's work to start cooking today's dinner.

He rubbed his sore back, and felt a little weird when he walked into the kitchen, the messy wooden table was cleaned up spotlessly.

"Hey Gray." Sure enough, a young boy emerged from the corner of the kitchen, with shining emerald eyes. "check it out."

He was holding a ball of white stuff in his hands, and there was white cream sticking to the tip of his nose.

"Today is my birthday, hum, let me treat you to a piece of cake."

Gray was stunned suddenly, and the figure in front of him overlapped with his memory instantly.

"Brother, what are you doing?" Simon stood at the kitchen door and poked his head inside.

Brandt pretended not to hear, did not respond to Simon, and did not look back at him.At this moment, he is kneading the flour very seriously, and his movements are a little clumsy. Please forgive me, this is the first time that the noble Earl's young master has entered the kitchen. Instead of giving up as he did when he encountered setbacks in the past, he looked focused, as if he was making the most exquisite handicraft in the world.

Simon stood at the door for a while, and ran away as if remembering something. Berlant was relieved to hear his footsteps leaving, but not long after, Simon moved a chair and appeared at the kitchen door again. Simon, who was full of curiosity, decided that he would watch his dear brother working in the kitchen at the door of the kitchen on this sunny afternoon, although he didn't know what he was going to make, maybe a cake.

"My God, you're sitting there. What are you doing?" Berrand couldn't ignore Simon anymore, in fact, he was a little embarrassed now, so he kind of wanted to lose his temper.

"I'm admiring you." Simon used the word admiration, which obviously made Berrand very happy. He continued to knead the ball of flour with red ears, and never made a sound to overtake his innocent brother.

That afternoon, Berlant was working hard to make the most perfect cake image in his mind, carefully separating the egg yolk from the egg white, carefully breaking the clear golden yellow, and then mixing the milk with the egg white, stirring vigorously , until the full foam is formed, and finally use flour to fuse all the ingredients together, put it in the oven, and then wait for a long time, when the perfect cake exuding an attractive aroma is taken out of the oven, Berland He was so happy that he almost called Simon at the door immediately, but he held back. He put the cake on the table with a flat face, and began to spread strawberry jam carefully. The pink thick jam slowly spread on the cake, Flow little by little.

"Oh, it's delicious and beautiful, I really want to eat it." Simon hugged the back of the chair and looked at the cake through the gap of the chair, "I'm a little hungry."

For the first time, Berlant looked at Simon with almost doting eyes, and he said softly, "Come on, try the cake I made myself."

Simon quickly slid down from the chair and burst out laughing when he approached Berrand. His brother was like a clown with a dusty nose at the moment. Putting a piece of cake into his mouth, he smiled with satisfaction.

"Very, very delicious, quite possibly the best cake I've ever had! Also, strawberries are my favorite, did you make them just for me?"

"I just happened to have strawberry jam"

"awesome!"

"Then you eat more."

"Hey, Gray, what are you thinking!" Tim poked the old butler who was lost in memory with his round thumb "Come and taste it! Mmm! I made the cake myself, it doesn't look very pretty, okay , I admit it looks terrible. But I can assure you, it will be delicious!"

Gray smiled and stroked the boy's soft brown hair. "I mean, it looks great."

☆, end chapter

Time passed by very long, that day may be a rainy night, and the light rain beat on people's hearts.Tim had already left the manor, and the old housekeeper took out all his savings and sent him to boarding school.The manor was back when he was alone again. He walked along the long corridor with flickering candles in his hand. The air was also stained with a trace of moisture, and he burrowed into the man's collar.He pushed open the familiar wooden door. It used to be his room, then it was Berlant's, and now it might be theirs.Gray gently put the candle on the table, and rubbed the diary that had been turned over countless times with his fingers over and over again.The pages and pages of paper, densely packed with words, seemed to be his lover whispering in his ear.

But now, he felt a little tired, and he didn't want to get up early in the morning to trim those flowers and plants, which always reminded people of the side face of that person sitting on a garden bench reading a book.He also didn't want to polish the silver cutlery over and over again, which always reminded him of the graceful gesture of the man when he picked them up.Every corner of this house is his shadow, which makes the elderly housekeeper feel very tired, he just wants to have a good sleep.

The soft bed seemed to be stained with traces of familiar smells, as if Berrand's warm and moist breath was blowing in his ears, my love, you have been away for too long.He wrapped himself in a snow-white quilt, as if being hugged, only then could he truly feel the warmth.And this warmth is a cruel reminder that he is still alive.Alone, living alone.

When groggy, he fell into sleep.It was a large meadow, and it was full of vibrant green as far as the eye could see.This is where?He couldn't tell who he was, until there was a rush of horseshoes in the distance.He turned his head sharply, the glare of the sun made him squint his eyes, it was a dazzling light, under the sun, a brown horse and a man formed the most beautiful silhouette.