burn out

The days flowed slowly in the memory, slipping sticky between fingers, but unable to splash a drop of water on the cold marble floor.The number of servants in the manor is decreasing day by day, some are too old to leave this cage and go away with their children, and some have become loyal servants of God.Little by little, the huge manor became empty, cold and desolate.Even in the hot summer, you can feel the slightest chill in the dark and ancient corridors.

The servants began to whisper all day long, worrying that after the earl passed away, the new owner of the manor after the auction would drive them all away, worrying that his old and decayed body would stop functioning one day.Maybe everyone is being eroded by the decadent atmosphere of this manor, there is no future, no light, only the past, only old age.

The Ge □□ family still strives to straighten his back every day, even though he has also started to hunch slightly.Without a gardener, he tended the garden himself; without a cook, he prepared meals for the count himself.He even started to pick up a rag and wipe the old furniture in the manor over and over again.Mrs. Malcolm once asked him, Mr. Steward, you are educated, why don't you want to leave.Gray only smiles, I am too old, My life is wasted with sorrow, My years are wasted with sighing; With my iniquity my strength decays, and my bones wither.What right do I have to leave him?

Earl Wallace's health is getting worse and worse. He can't see anything and can only lie in bed every day.He began to feel a little scared, the darkness in front of him all day made him feel uneasy.He used to have a noble status, loved his father, and might be regarded as a lovely younger brother.But now, his father betrayed him, his younger brother ran away from him, and the title he was proud of all his life will have no successor.A great loneliness swept over him, and he began to beg his loyal and honest old housekeeper to tell him about the past every day. He was eager and anxious, as if grasping the last straw in the rushing stream.Because it allows him to be sure, oh, thank God, I was once in this world.

The butler would read those diaries to the earl every day when he was awake, and gradually he found that every page, every line, and even every gap in every word of the diary was filled with, Simon, Simon.At first, he saw a wronged Berrant like a child whose candy was robbed by bad guys, but gradually, something changed.

"September 1839th, 9, my dear little Simon was about to come of age, he was already a big boy. Oh, to tell you the truth, I'm really unhappy. If only he were always a little squishy goose , so I can hug him and kiss him. I'm so stupid, why didn't I do that when I was a kid. Fuck him wild boy, I think his roughness is so cute, God, he is just the most beautiful under the sea the purest dew of the morning. But why is he a man, and why is he my brother? It is a sweet torture. Then will the father find for him the purest and most beautiful woman in the world become his wife?"

Earl Wallace's eyes were a little moist as he listened.His cloudy eyes stared straight at the ceiling: "Grey...ahem...my dear old man, do you also think that I am a criminal? Is it because of my sinful love that I Did God angrily take him away early?"

Gray didn't speak but just looked at him. There were many things the Earl didn't know, and there were many things Simon didn't know either.

But the old butler only knows, my dear count, that your days are brighter than noonday, and that in spite of darkness it is like morning.

"Do you remember that we went hunting together in the forest in the outer suburbs one winter?" the earl suddenly interrupted Mr. Steward's reading.

"What?" The butler raised his head with complicated emotions in his eyes.

"Oh, haha, it's okay, I'm confused, sometimes I think you are not Gray, but someone else." The count adjusted his posture to avoid being stiff for a long time, "I can't recognize people."

Mr. Butler straightened his glasses and agreed for the first time: "Yes, we are all old." But death will bring us closer.

"Let's stop reading today, I'm sleepy."

"Yes, my lord." Mr. Gray walked out of the room.Began to recall that long and horrific death.Before the body dies, the soul pre-empts the destruction.