burn out

"Mr. Steward, the Earl is calling for you." Ryan gently reminded the old butler with a tangled expression. Ryan is a manservant of the manor. He has worked for the Earl for more than 20 years. Now there are only these old guys left in the manor. Young people who are still young and strong have left the manor for the future.The whole manor looked old, without any youthful atmosphere.

Perhaps all the replacement of old and new is doomed.

"Lord Earl, what do you need?" When he appeared in front of the Earl again, Mr. Gray returned to the old butler with a gentle and considerate smile. He leaned forward slightly and put his hands on his chest.

"I can't find my old diary, damn it, some careless guy lost it while moving my room. Can you help me find it? They're not very reliable, I just want to believe in you." The earl's face showed the displeasure and grievance of a child when he couldn't eat candy.

"Okay, I'll go and see it for you now. Perhaps in your old room."

Mr. Gray found the diary with a red cover in the gap between the bookcase and the desk. It had been hidden in a place where no one cared for it for a long time, and the diary was covered with a thick layer of dust.The old butler wiped away the dust with his old and skinny hands, and suddenly wanted to open it. He was very curious about what would be in his diary, an unforgettable hunt?An impressive dance?A certain graceful, considerate and gentle noble lady?Is there a corner there where his name was written?However, Mr. Gray did not open it in the end. He has worked hard all his life to become a gentleman who meets the requirements of Earl Wallace. He does not want himself to be a vulgar and inferior person in his eyes. He didn't know who he really was, or, he didn't care anymore.

"My lord, it's a good luck, it's hiding in the crack." The butler handed the diary to Earl Wallace, and the heavy diary made the earl's hands tremble slightly.

The count carefully stroked the cover of the diary with his right hand. Inside, there were things he treasured all his life.

"Will you read it to me, Gray." The earl opened the diary, and on the title page was written his name—Berrant Wallace.

"Okay, okay." Mr. Butler sat down on the chair beside the count.

"May 1826th, 5, it was a fine day, and in the morning Aunt Margaret brought me a dress in a new style, which fit and looked good. But in the afternoon, a very annoying thing happened. , my father, the Earl of Wallace, came to the manor with a goose and claimed he was my brother. God, how funny..."

That year, Master Berlant had just turned nine years old. When he rushed downstairs to meet his father with great interest, he saw the little boy he was holding. Some of the boy had beautiful shining blond hair, big and clear hair. With shyness in his eyes, half of his body shrank behind Earl Wallace.

"Come on, Berrand." The earl had an unusual smile on his face, "This is your younger brother, look how cute he is, you will like him, right?"

No, no, impossible!How could I like him!Brandt shouted in his heart, this little thing is definitely not my brother, seeing how cowardly he looks like a mouse is simply ridiculous.

"Okay, come and hug your dear brother." Earl Wallace, who was holding his illegitimate son, didn't feel embarrassed at all. On the contrary, in the era of corrupt and chaotic King George, these things were too common. It is the name of this era, which is what led to the abstinence trend in the Victorian era.

Brandt stood where he was, with an expression of disbelief.This sudden news is not something a nine-year-old child can easily accept.However, Earl Wallace, who was still in high spirits, didn't notice his son's panic. He identified everything as the complex emotions of Berrand's joy and shyness when he first met his younger brother.So he pushed the little boy in front of Berrand on his own initiative.

"This is Simon. Hug each other."

So Berrand hugged his younger brother reluctantly for the first time. This stupid goose whose body is so soft could not be my younger brother, Berrand thought, with an expression on his face as if he was about to cry out.

"I was only nine years old at that time, and I was too stingy." Earl Brant Wallace laughed at himself.

"No, that hug is already a huge gift, very warm, I guess." The old housekeeper seemed to be trapped in memories, and smiled softly.

It was the first time that five-year-old Simon Wallace was hugged by someone. It turned out to be so heart-warming, as if the spring breeze was blowing on his face and the warm sun was on his head.