Go forward in time.
The dazzling light broke the calmness of the wind and snow and projected onto the old wall at the end of the road.
Under the light, the falling snow is like catkins, fluffy and soft.
Caesar opened the door and got out of the car.
The surrounding lights were dim, and the cold air made people's faces hurt.
After looking around, Caesar took out his cell phone and was about to make the previous call when his ears suddenly moved.
Kamaitachi brought him news from all around.
Caesar slowly changed his phone and looked back.
I saw a woman standing in a dark corner beside the road.
The woman's down-filled windbreaker reaches her calves, and her feet are made of leather boots.
Because she was wearing a warm hat and a thick scarf on her head, her face could not be seen clearly under the scarf.
She had been standing quietly in a dark corner, looking at the young man in the car.
Seeing the young man looking over, she suddenly felt uneasy.
She tried to say something, but seemed to be afraid to speak out.
However, there was always kindness in her eyes when she looked at the young man.
At this moment, her body was filled with complex emotions.
Unlike women, Caesar's eyes almost burst out with fire the moment he saw her.
There was no hiding the anger on his face.
He walked straight towards the woman, and at the same time pulled out the Desert Eagle and pointed it at the woman, like an enraged lion, "How dare you pretend to be my mother?"
Before, he received a strange phone call.
The voice on the phone sounded very much like his deceased mother.
So when that familiar voice sounded, it awakened Caesar's long memory.
That was the only time he and his mother could call happy.
The warm sun passed through the church and fell on the mother standing in front of the church.
She looked at him lovingly, and the warm sun covered her with a dull golden glow.
That was one of the most beautiful and reassuring memories in Caesar's heart.
But Caesar knew that no matter how much he missed his mother, she would never wake up again.
She lay in the cold crystal coffin.
No matter how much she looks like the sleeping beauty in the fairy tale, there is no prince who can wake her up.
Therefore, when the familiar voice on the phone said that it was his mother, no matter how similar it was to his mother, Caesar would be so furious.
No one can offend his mother!
boom!
Caesar stared at the woman indifferently. The Desert Eagle's bullet flew past the woman's ear and hit the old wall behind her, causing a cloud of stone chips to splash out.
The woman seemed frightened.
She panicked and moved a step to the side.
But she didn't run.
Facing the man who came forward and almost put the muzzle of his gun on her head, she slowly pulled off the scarf wrapped around her face and said in a slightly trembling voice, "Child."
She wasn't trembling because of fear, she just didn't know how to face her grown-up son.
Looking at the face that would never fade in memory, Caesar was stunned for a moment.
He couldn't believe it.
This woman, except for the slight traces of time, was so similar to the mother in his memory.
Immediately, his eyes immediately turned red.
It even became a little ferocious.
His golden boy pair even lit up involuntarily, blooming with its anger and majesty in the wind and snow.
"Who are you?" Caesar grabbed the woman's collar and pushed her against the wall, with the muzzle of Desert's gun pressed against her head.
His cold-colored golden boy stared at the woman, as if he would pull the trigger at the next moment.
But the woman felt his hand holding the gun tremble.
"The child is mother." The woman looked directly at Caesar's ferocious and angry golden boy, with pain flashing in her eyes.
She took off her scarf and tied it around Caesar's neck, her eyes filled with guilt, "I'm sorry, mom was absent from your growth."
The cold wind blew her hair, reminding Caesar of the woman standing under the warm sun and that warm scene.
The woman in his memory overlapped with the woman in front of him, and an uncontrollable anger arose in Caesar's heart, but he could not take his eyes away from the woman.
"You're not!" Caesar's voice sounded in the wind and snow, filled with rage.
"she is."
Someone answered Caesar.
Caesar looked in the direction of the sound.
The man was neatly dressed and his face was clean shaven.
Pompeii Gattuso.
The playboy-like, idle-and-waiting-for-death temperament that had characterized this man in the past has been turned upside down.
His eyes became powerful, and his whole person even gave off a dangerous aura.
This aura made Caesar feel like he was facing a stranger, not his useless father who only knew how to breed horses.
"My kind child, mother is sorry for you." The woman's hand gently placed on Caesar's face.
Caesar slapped the woman's hand away.
But seeing the woman's disappointed and sad eyes, his heart ached again, and he regretted his actions just now.
Clearly knowing that there must be something wrong with this.
But when he saw the woman's loss and sadness, he couldn't help but blame himself for his reckless behavior.
He loosened his grip on the woman's collar and took a step back involuntarily.
At this moment, Caesar suddenly wanted to turn around and run away without looking back, to escape from this scene that made him feel a little scary.
"Your mother is not dead." Pompeii saw the struggle in Caesar's heart and said slowly, "In "Norse Mythology", Gullweg is a powerful witch, and even Odin once threw a spear at her To declare war.”
"How could your mother die so easily, my son?"
"Your mother survived. What she was lying in the crystal coffin was fake."
Pompeii's voice was magnetic, "You are the most valued heir of the family and my only son."
"You have to be a qualified heir and the heir that the family needs."
"You cannot grow under your mother's care."
"Only when your mother leaves can you adapt to the cruelty outside and become a true heir."
Pompeii's eyes were a little apologetic. He looked at Caesar and said, "Please forgive me for hiding all this from you, and please forgive your mother. These are all for your growth."
Gullweger lowered his eyes with a complicated expression.
She felt a little distressed and wanted to reach out to comfort Caesar as before.
But the child she once had had grown up and was taller than her.
"The process of growing up is always accompanied by pain." Pompeo said, "No matter what the outcome is, you will always be my son and the king chosen by the Gattuso family."
"Child, it's time to put aside the childishness in your heart." Pompeii looked at Caesar and extended his hand to Caesar, his calm tone carrying a little expectation,
"Come back and be the king of the Gattuso family!"
