In the old mansion, there lived an ancient and lonely eagle. The home was full of books and antiques. The walls were covered with classical oil paintings. The last nobleman, living in isolation and seclusion in a huge house, enjoys collecting famous paintings, retaining the demeanor of an old man by himself, occasionally recalling his magnificent mother and his wife who was wearing a wedding dress when they got married.
One day, however, a noblewoman brought a group of upstart crows. Since then, the closed and decaying door has been forcibly opened, and the small society of nobles that the ancient eagles struggled to maintain has since lost the tranquility that was deliberately guarded in the past. . . The crumbling mansion has suffered unprecedented damage in the destructive renovation, which is not the worst. To make matters worse, the secret room in the study symbolizes the closed heart of the professor. In order to shelter the injured Conrad, he opened his heart. . . With the entry of the intruder, he also gradually discovered the emotions in his heart that were never known or even known to him, as well as his infinite yearning for youthful vitality. Condela of the proletariat, with his artistic accomplishment, handsome face and youthful body, deeply attracted the old aristocrat and awakened the emotions that had been dormant in his body, and this strong same-sex and cross-class emotion was very important. Clearly violated the morals and norms of aristocratic society. In the midst of the noise, not only his aristocratic home, but also his aristocratic value system, fell apart under the intrusion of the trespassers. . . The world of his aristocracy has completely collapsed, and the fortress of his aristocracy has since fallen.
And Condela of the proletariat, although committed to the big bourgeoisie physically, is also infatuated with this last elegant and charismatic nobleman in spirit. He admires him, clings to him, loves him, takes pride in knowing him, and even wishes to be him 's son. His death by suicide directly accelerated the pace of the professor's death. The aristocratic professor became a real old man in one day, and was about to die, although he was still alive. And that group of bourgeois crows, in rapid oblivion, continued to occupy the big stage of the world in a rude, vulgar manner.
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