Cesare realized that he was sinking deeper and deeper into the hallucination. He struggled hard in his subconscious but could never wake up. He didn't know it.
At this time, the monster in the forest was roaring in pain, causing birds to fly in all directions and animals to flee in all directions. Anya, who was gradually lost in the forest, once again determined Cesare's location and hurried towards the direction of the sound.
The environment once again became grotesque. In the scene of my memories, whether it was my childhood home or the lawn and flower fields, all the colors were like the dyes of an oil painting melting at the same time, slowly changing their shapes again and becoming another image.
In the process, Cesare gradually lost his self-awareness and gradually merged into his memories.
"What kind of person is your mother?" Claudius's voice echoed hollowly, sometimes close to his ears and sometimes far away, as if it was ringing in his head and he could still hear it even if he covered his ears.
Cesare remembered his mother as always being stubborn.
The scene changes in my memory. The cozy little house turned into a tall church. Many ancient buildings and church buildings stand on both sides of the street. Cesare recalled Florence, the capital of the Papal States, a city full of art and divine blessings.
Here, luxurious and magnificent buildings are a common sight, and the breathtaking marble statues are the masterpieces of countless artists.
Whether it is a church, a palace, or a square, the planning and prosperity of this city are far superior to other towns, and the innovation of industrial technology has also made the roar of machinery reverberate through Feilengcui.
The buildings are towering, the streets are spacious and clean, and people wearing fashionable clothes walk through the intersection of new-era factories and old-era music squares, feeling the change of times and the greatness of the country's strength.
When he was a child, Cesare lived on the outskirts of the capital, Florence. Even though many things could be done by servants at home, his mother still insisted on taking Cesare to the city from time to time.
For example, when buying some things or attending church services, my mother would always say that many things would lose their meaning if others did it for them.
Just as she said, no matter how big or small she is, she will never ask a servant to do anything she can do.
Cesare remembered his mother as being very beautiful.
The mother often held her own hand when she was a child and walked along the beautiful streets of Florence. She was pregnant again but stubbornly refused to allow the servants to follow her. The mother seemed to enjoy the family time with Cesare and did not allow any interruption.
Carrying a basket covered with white cloth in one hand and holding young Cesare in the other, she walked through the crowd. Her mother's beauty always stood out.
Different from those coquettishly dressed women, my mother's beauty is natural and angelic. It is no exaggeration to say that my mother's blond hair shines brighter than the sun and makes her fair skin look even more beautiful.
Mother's eyes were a deep blue, brighter than any sapphire in history.
In my memory, my mother was never ostentatious. Although she would sometimes spend a lot of money to buy the clothes she liked, the purpose was definitely not for vanity but purely for her own aesthetic preferences.
My mother always wears a long, slim-fitting skirt when she goes out. The hem of the skirt sways gently with her steps. Her noble temperament does not come from acquired learning but from her natural beauty.
The material of the skirt is lightweight silk, which feels comfortable and soft. The exquisite top also outlined the mother's figure just right. There were several clusters of lace on the shoulders that impressed Cesare and made the overall look more elegant.
At that time, my mother always wore a pair of high heels, which seemed to be a symbol of fashion to other people at the time, but my mother would always laugh and say that these shoes were only designed to avoid stepping on feces on the town streets. .
Men will take off their hats for their mother's appearance, while women will look back with jealous eyes.
However, my mother never cared about other people's eyes. Even if her behavior was willful in the eyes of others, my mother always did what she liked without being restrained by the world.
Cesare remembered his mother as kind.
That day, he and his mother went to the market to buy some fresh fruits after coming out of the church, and then they thought about going back to the inn and taking a carriage back to their home in the countryside.
People come and go on the street. Most of the people dressed in noble clothes are local residents, and most of the people dressed in rags are poor people from outside who want to win a chance of life here.
The mother took the young Cesare for a slow walk and admired the street scene. Their leisurely appearance seemed to be incompatible with the hurried crowd. Everyone, rich or poor, was busy with their lives.
When I was a child, my family was not wealthy compared to wealthy families, but my mother always enjoyed the life she had and never spent time complaining about the shortness of life.
It was an ordinary day.
I remember that my mother took him into a busy street. The shops on both sides of the street were filled with various handicrafts and fragrant delicacies.
And among the colorful pedestrians in fancy clothes, a pitiful beggar fell on the roadside, holding an empty bowl in his hand and constantly begging for alms from the passers-by.
The man looked very old, skinny and covered in mud, with only a fig leaf on his body. It wouldn't be long before the guards arrested him for disturbing the appearance of the city.
His pale beard was full of lice, and his nose seemed to have been cut off in half, leaving a blur of flesh hanging on his face.
The crowd passed by the old man and never stayed for a moment, even as if they were deliberately making things difficult. A strange woman lifted up her skirt when passing by and kicked the empty bowl where the old man was begging, covering the old man's whole body. The only property kicked out very far.
Then the woman ran away, laughing and exchanging something with her accompanying friends. From time to time, they turned around and laughed at the embarrassed old man.
Just as the beggar was about to crawl back to retrieve the empty bowl, Cesare's mother had already retrieved the bowl for him.
Seeing that he was pitiful, he didn't say anything, so he took Cesare and put the empty bowl back to the old man's side. He knelt down and gently put the money on his body into the bowl, leaving only the money for himself and went back to the carriage. travel expenses.
Then, as if the mother thought of something again, she reached in and took out the bread she had just bought from the basket and handed it to the old man.
"Take it and eat it, old man." My mother's voice was gentle and clear, like a stream of clear water that made people feel reassured.
Cesare actually didn't like the beggar.
It's not that he looks old, ugly and smells bad, but that after his mother gave him so much, he didn't even say thank you and took the money and bread as a matter of course.
He just raised the corners of his mouth and showed his yellow teeth in amusement, and then said something without any beginning or end.
"Please be careful, kind lady... a flower as conspicuous as yours will always be followed by bees."
