burn out

Put me as a seal on your heart,

as a seal on your arm;

For love is as strong as death,

Jealousy is as cruel as hell.

The lightning that flashes is the lightning of a flame,

is the consuming fire of the LORD.

Love that many waters cannot quench,

Nor can the floods drown it.

——"Song of Songs"

Dusk finally came to this long summer, and the orange sky was approaching the ground infinitely with a faint brilliance.It would be nice if everything was as calm and warm as it seems on the surface, but the fact is that the situation in the manor is getting worse day by day. Today, the housekeeper called the appraiser again and had several items taken away Valuable collectibles are sent to auction in London.

Mr. Steward remembers that one of these items was an exquisite vase that the old Earl Wallace specially bought from the remote and ancient East in 1833, and gave it to himself at the age of 12 as a birthday present—his youngest son, Simon Wallace. scholar.

"Simon, come and see, do you like it?"

"It's so beautiful, I like it very much, thank you Dad!" Simon was about to jump up excitedly, but he quickly remembered the cultivation of a gentleman.

The elder brother Brant who was watching from the side let out a dissatisfied hum. It wasn't because he was jealous of the gift his father gave him. He could have as many things as he wanted, but because he couldn't bear the sight of this outsider who clearly had Wallace in his body. The blood of the Wallace family, but it is not like anyone in the Wallace family.Berlant knew that he spent the first five years of his life living with his humble mother in a crowded, messy and dirty slum. Human habits are deeply ingrained in him, but he is always full of enthusiasm and maintains full interest in everything, sometimes he is almost infected by him, wanting to laugh inappropriately.God, how could there be such a person.Brant shook his head to keep himself awake, I am the eldest son of the Earl, the future Earl Wallace, how can I be like a vulgar and stupid person.Despite thinking this way, Berrand still couldn't help but want to see the smile on Simon's face, it was the most beautiful rose on the hillside, it was the pure waves of the boundless sea, it was the brilliant thousand suns in winter, this The child is becoming more and more outstanding. Apart from his living habits, his blond hair and blue eyes, and his slender figure are more dazzling than any nobleman.

"Brother, we can pick some beautiful flowers this afternoon □□in this vase, would you like to go with me?" Simon happily extended an invitation to his brother. Full of admiration and love, he always tried his best to please and get close to this seemingly unfriendly brother.

"You go on your own, I'm long past the age of running curiously in the garden, besides, isn't picking flowers something that girls like to do?" Berlandt smiled with the corners of his mouth curled up.

"Okay. Then I wish you a pleasant afternoon." Simon was a little disappointed, but he didn't change his decision to go out to pick flowers. After getting his father's permission, Simon flew to the garden like a happy butterfly.

Brandt looked at his figure, barely resisting the urge in his heart to follow. There must be something wrong with him.Berrand decided to go back to his room to read a book, and he had to find a way to calm himself down.

Berlant could no longer concentrate after reading a few pages of the book. He looked out of the window. Simon was wandering happily in the garden. His eyes were lit up by the bright purples and reds, and the sun was shining on his body.Wanting to see it more clearly, Berrand walked to the window, he looks like an elf in a fairy tale.

Simon turned around by chance and found his brother standing at the window, and he waved his hand excitedly.As if by a spell, Berlant rushed down the stairs at that moment, ran to the garden in one breath, and then lay down among the flowers, gasping for breath.

"Oh, brother, you are running too fast."

Berrand didn't speak, squinting at the blue sky.

Simon also lay down and watched the white clouds flutter and change.

"Happy birthday, Simon." Berlant's breath was not steady when he spoke.

"Thank you!" Simon said, and pressed a kiss on Berrand's forehead sideways, "Mom said that if someone is willing to give you a kiss on your birthday, you will live happily ever after."

I want to give my all and send you all the love and peace in this life.