burn out

"Hey, Gray, why don't you read it." Earl Wallace patted the old butler dissatisfied.

"Sorry, I'm a little dazzled." Ge □□jia took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes.

"Yes, we are all old." The count said, yawning a long time.

"You are tired, why not read here today."

"Do you remember him?"

"Master Simon? Yes, of course."

"Yes, no one ever forgets. He was charming and kind. I remember him sending me a bouquet of white primroses, which he said was a beautiful token of brotherhood."

"He loves you very much."

The Count said nothing more, but sat quietly.

"My lord, I'll ask the maid to come up and change your clothes, you need a nap."

The Grid family stood up, and there was one thing he forgot to clarify. The primrose was never a plant that symbolized brotherhood. Its flower language was: "There is no other love but you."

Gray quietly left the earl's room.He suddenly felt a little tired, and waves of memories beat his heart that he thought had been numb like a tide.Since when did this all change.Maybe it was the first time he felt warm from the boy's embrace, maybe it was the first time he saw an angel playing the piano, maybe it was the envy of his elegant posture holding the tableware, or maybe it was the boy's contemptuous and unruly hooked lips.Everything in the past was as clear as a movie replaying in his mind at once.When he regained his senses, he realized that he had already fallen into the abyss of eternal doom, forgotten by God, and cursed by the devil.Because he fell in love with a man, and that poor man was his brother.As for the life he gained again, he did not know whether it was a gift from God or a punishment from the devil.What he thought was the end was just the beginning of the story.

I don't know how long it has been since I had a dream, but as soon as Berlant fell into sleep, he fell into a huge nightmare.He still looks like when he was young, and there are people coming and going around him, but no one can see him.

"Oh, did you know? That Master Simon is the illegitimate son." A maid with small freckles was talking to the surrounding maids vividly: "Oh, you must have never imagined that he will be in the handsome Master Brant was married before. Oh, poor Simon not only cannot inherit the title but has to marry a merchant's daughter. Oh my God! An earl's son is about to marry a merchant's daughter. He will be the laughingstock of London."

"Oh, Jennifer, don't say that. I heard that the lady's dowry is a full 6000 pounds! 6000 pounds! It is enough to fill all the debts of the manor. You know, Earl Wallace is not a shrewd man. Man, for running a manor, he is better at flirting with beautiful women." Then a burst of laughter broke out among the maids.

Brandt was very angry, oh, this group of crow-like gossiping women, only the despicable people of inferior people can talk about their noble masters like this behind their backs.But no matter how angrily he questioned them, it was as if he didn't exist, and no one noticed him.

The picture suddenly flashed, and he came to the gate of the manor, and a white carriage pulled by four horses that he was proud of was parked at the gate.The sky was covered with black clouds, and several lightning bolts pierced through the clouds suddenly, ferocious and terrifying.His brother, his dear Simon, was leaving with his little suitcase and his new wife in his arms.He stood quietly at the end of the crowd, no one noticed him, only his Simon, with a pair of emerald eyes full of indelible sadness, stared at him blankly.Then Simon turned around and looked exactly where he was, his pretty thin lips parted slightly.Berrant's tears fell instantly. He crossed the crowd trying to hold Simon's arm, but he couldn't, his hand passed through Simon's arm.He could only watch Simon get into the carriage.

Before Simon left, he was clearly saying to him: "Dear brother, farewell."