Earl's Oil Painting

When the count woke up from a hundred years of sleep and saw the world again, he found that everything had changed. The towering buildings, fast-moving iron boxes, and harsh noises made him extremely uncomfortable. The poor count, who was afraid of new things, could only lock himself in the castle and look at the oil painting in trance. He likes to drink the red wine in the castle alone and raise a glass to the person in the painting. He must be in love with the person in the painting, the Earl kept thinking this way, those green eyes fascinated him, and he couldn't help but kiss the person's fingertips. ~ Two short stories, which may be expanded upon in the future. I may also write a new short story, which is tentatively completed. Intention: None