wasted time

Este Casilla bought a luxurious villa. After that, when he came back from get off work every day, he always saw someone carrying a box from his garden, loading it on a truck and taking it away. Before he could shout, the man was gone. That day he decided to drive and chase. The truck moved slowly and finally stopped beside a canyon on the outskirts of the city. When Cassilla came down from the mountain, she found that the stranger had unloaded the box and thrown it into the valley. The valley is already filled with boxes, all of similar specifications and styles.

Este Casilla bought a luxurious villa. After that, when he came back from get off work every day, he always saw someone carrying a box from his garden, loading it on a truck and taking it away.

Before he could shout, the man was gone. That day he decided to drive and chase. The truck moved slowly and finally stopped beside a canyon on the outskirts of the city. When Cassilla came down from the mountain, she found that the stranger had unloaded the box and thrown it into the valley. The valley is already filled with boxes, all of similar specifications and styles.

He walked over and asked: "I just saw you carrying a box from my house. What is in the box? What is this pile of boxes used for?"

The man looked at him, smiled slightly and said: "You still have many boxes to be transported away from home, don't you know? These boxes are all your wasted days."

"What day?"

"Your wasted days."

"My wasted days?"

"Yes. Your wasted time, wasted years. You had hoped for Good times, but what did you do after the good times came? Come and take a look, they are all perfect and have not been used at all, but now..."

Cassila leaves Come over and open a box.

There is a road in late autumn in the box. His fiancée Graz was walking slowly.

He opened the second box and found a hospital room inside. His brother John was lying on the hospital bed waiting for his return.

He opened the third box and it turned out to be his old house. His faithful dog Duke lay waiting for him at the gate. It had been waiting for him for two years and was already emaciated.

Casilla was moved and something pinched her heart, causing cramping. The stranger stood motionless like an inquisitor.

Casilla said: "Sir, please let me take back these three boxes, I beg you. Give me at least three days. I have money, you can have as much as you want."

The stranger made an impossible gesture, which meant that it was too late and could not be undone. After that, the man and the box disappeared together.

Night falls quietly, shrouding the earth in darkness