Karlov is seventy years old.

He felt that he had lived long enough, and every night he closed his eyes and was ready to die at any time, but every morning when the time came for morning exercise, he could wake up on time.

As the most glorious retired veteran of the Empire, the young king bestowed upon him many honorary titles, while at the same time bestowing him with untold wealth to support his old age.

Karloff was not in the habit of extravagance and waste, but he would take everything the king sent.

It was well known throughout the family that the General loved ornate and expensive gems, and he hung his medals neatly on one wall, none of which was inlaid with a dazzling gem, and on the other wall was full of treasures he had collected from all over the world.

He doesn't sell them, he doesn't use them, because he doesn't have a woman around him, and he hides them all in his room and doesn't let anyone touch them.

Karloff would spend a lot of time every day wiping every gem and then talking to himself.

The family knows that he has a woman in his heart, he has not married for her, and for her has become this plain and kind appearance, now he is almost seventy years old, and every night he will sit by the window, straighten his waist, and quietly look at the spring, summer, autumn and winter outside the window.

Seventy-five-year-old Karlov finally fell.

The injuries that fell when he was young have now all become knives hanging over his head, and they may fall at any time, and the doctor said that he will be tortured to death by illness.

The king came to see him in person and even sat on the edge of the bed and chatted with him.

The eyes of the old general in front of him were full of silence, like an ancient book hidden in the library for hundreds of years, and when it was opened, it was full of quaint smells.

The king asked him what he had regrets in his life.

The old general's eyes were drooping, his breathing was weak, and in his old hand he was holding a medal with a dazzling green gem embedded in it.

He muttered.

"What more regrets can I have after living so long? I was content. ”

"Then why do you keep looking at the opposite wall?"

On the wall is a painting covered in white paper.

You can faintly see the color of the ink inside.

The old general shook his head.

"It's not a pity to be nostalgic, it's already my blessing to be able to meet."

"I brought her to see you?"

The old man shook his head again.

"Don't bother her."

It is already his blessing to have a lifetime in his dreams.

Karloff never had the luxury of expecting that his old self in reality could have such a beautiful her again.

Young people should be matched with young people.

Besides, that man has countless of her favorite gems.

"If there is a next life."

He raised his eyes and quietly watched the sunset in front of him.

"If there is really a next life, I hope that I can get better, and then meet her sooner."

Their encounter was not rosy.

If people really could have an afterlife, he would have found her before that man.

The old man smiled.

It seems to be satisfied.

"Hey......"

After a shallow sigh, his hand slowly fell, and the medal he had grasped in his palm fell to the ground.

Obviously there are no regrets.

But in that sigh, it was full of reluctance and nostalgia.

Isn't it a pity to be nostalgic?

The young king thought for a moment, picked up the medal and asked the old general's family.

"Do you know who he's missing?"

The family shook their heads.

"He sends something to a place every August, and it's time to give the last gift he has prepared."

In a secluded manor thousands of miles away, a package was quietly delivered to the table, nothing was written on the pure white box, and when it was opened, a medal inlaid with purple gems lay quietly in the palm-sized box.