There was no end to the beautiful plain, and suddenly when I looked back, I saw a two-story, exquisite house on the lawn that was empty just now.
Big or small, it is so beautiful, as if it was restored one by one by the poet from a fairy tale.
The light yellow exterior walls, red tiles, and light green doors and windows echo the flowers and plants. There are also children's random graffiti on the walls.
The small garden in front of the door is also full of various flowers. They sway gently in the breeze and seem to be waving to people.
It was obviously just an illusion, but Cesare felt inexplicably familiar, as if he had been here before, and as if something that had been buried deep in his memory was quietly awakened again.
Although he knew that he couldn't get too deep into the illusion, some indescribable emotion in his heart controlled his steps and wanted to step forward to take a look. He blinked doubtfully and slowly and tentatively moved closer.
And every time Cesare took a step closer, the house seemed to get further away from Cesare, as if it was always at a distance and could never get past it.
Cesare gradually quickened his pace, and the house seemed to be avoiding him and became farther and farther away, until Cesare started running and lunged towards the house. Suddenly, a house far away came in front of him. Cesare also grabbed the outside window sill on the first floor.
I can't figure out why... Since it was a hallucination, Cesare didn't think much and looked inside the house along the window.
In the window is the dining room of the house. The rough stone walls are solid and unique. There are some warm tapestries and hand embroidery hanging on the walls. The tables and chairs are also hand-carved from wood. The chairs are covered with soft cushions. .
There was a bright fire burning in the stove, emitting a warm light that made the whole room look friendly and cozy.
A very young boy was sitting at the dining table. He had a chubby face and big eyes. He had slender eyebrows at a very young age, and he seemed to have a pretty face.
The ten little fingers are always moving as if they are exploring the secrets of the world. They are so cute, but...
The more Cesare looked at this child, the more familiar he felt, and he felt an indescribable strangeness.
At the other end of the restaurant, a beautiful pregnant woman with blond hair walked towards the young boy carrying a plate of baked apples.
Her blond hair was gently draped over her shoulders, slightly curled and shining softly. Just looking at that woman made Cesare's whole body soft and comfortable, with an indescribable warmth.
A doting smile appeared on the woman's face, her eyes were bright and deep, and she was wearing a light-colored loose dress. Even though her belly was already very large, the woman still maintained a graceful posture and had a unique maternal look. of beauty.
Cesare looked at it...and suddenly felt that she looked like his sister Crocia...as familiar and kind as his own relatives...
Then, Cesare seemed to realize something.
Seeing the blond pregnant woman gently kissing the little boy's forehead, her eyes full of warm affection, the memory was awakened in Cesare's mind. He remembered where this place was, and also remembered that the boy was his childhood. Own.
And that woman... was his biological mother... the mother who had left him long ago.
Even though he knew it was an illusion, Cesare still couldn't help but want to cry. It had been so long since his mother passed away that he had almost forgotten his mother's appearance. They seemed to be talking about something, but Cesare outside the window listened. not see.
He wanted to shout, but the people in the hallucination were also unaware of his existence. The life in his memory was exciting and happy, and his deceased relatives were still in his former home, but Cesare no longer had a place.
He didn't understand that the hallucinations after being infected with mycelium would remind him of the long-forgotten past. Is this a pity for him, or another vicious trick...
Cesare didn't understand, he only knew that his heart felt like burning pain. He thought of this room and this sea of flowers, which were all the beauty he had ever had.
But the pain of never getting back something you once had is the most heartbreaking thing.
Suddenly, a hand pressed on Cesare's shoulder.
Looking back, I saw the man who always haunted me in hallucinations standing behind me again...
It's the circus leader Claudius again, the man whose heart was crushed by his own hands, who suddenly appears in this beautiful memory, only this time.
He changed out of his comical circus costume and wore an aristocratic dress, still wearing a scarf covering his deformed mouth.
Without the annoying top hat, his hair was as black as Cesare's, and he was curtsying to apologize for his unexpected visit.
If it weren't for his appearance, Cesare would have almost forgotten that this place was just an illusion.
"Why are you again..." Cesare's voice was weak, perhaps because he was somewhat used to it, or perhaps because he was immersed in the memory of his mother and had no time to pay attention to this guy.
"Don't worry, I'm here to help you." Claudius smiled. Seeing that Cesare ignored him, he slowly walked to Cesare's side and looked into the window with Cesare. .
"Your sister hasn't been born yet?" Claudius asked, his tone softened a lot compared to the annoying look before.
Cesare didn't want to respond, but his heart melted little by little when he saw the kind look of his mother in his memory, and finally nodded silently. And Claudius seemed to understand his mood, patting Cesare's shoulder in a comforting manner.
"It's not easy. You are obviously pregnant but you still have to take care of all the things at home." Claudius seemed to think of something and took a breath. "What about your biological father? Isn't he at home?"
"I haven't seen my father since I was born... I always thought he was dead." Cesare said with sadness flashing in his eyes.
"My mother has been in poor health since she became pregnant with my sister. There is also a maid and an old housekeeper at home. It is said that my father arranged to take care of my mother... so that he can concentrate on his own affairs."
Watching the childhood self and her mother interact affectionately in the window, her mother fed the baked apple into her mouth bit by bit, then picked her up with her big belly and pressed her face to her face, biting the tip of her nose lovingly.
"It looks so beautiful." Claudius touched the window lightly and sighed.
"When I was a child, there was only a smelly cellar. If my mother loved her daughter as much as your mother did, there is a high probability that my ending would not be like this." Claudius smiled bitterly, then turned to ask Cesare thunder.
"And such a happy memory... why did you force yourself... to forget it later?"
