Standing in front of a floor-to-ceiling window on the second floor of the White Light Castle, she watched her daughter Agari walk out of the path shaded by the osmanthus tree, looked up at the height of the tower, and trotted down the wide sandstone road in front of the castle. The child had bracers and a belt, and Poria knew at a glance that she had just returned from the martial arts training ground. Immediately afterwards, the daughter should go up to the top of the West Tower to find her mother, she just looked up at Poria's room, but the mother was in turmoil at the moment, and she was not ready to face her daughter at all.

When her little figure entered the castle gates, Poria turned and walked away from the window, and she sat down on a wide oak bench in front of the bed, facing the marble fireplace.

This morning, before dawn and before the servants got up, she quietly went out of her room by herself. She walked down the spiral staircase of the West Tower, through the long hallway, and after two turns the space became wide, but the smell of dust in the air was noticeably worse, and she had reached the end of the East Tower. The double-leaf oak door at the front is closed. For two years, she had not allowed her servants to clean the place, and she had never set foot on it herself.

This is the son's room.

After standing still in front of the door for a moment, Poria turned the handle and pushed the door to enter. She walked through the dark, musty smell, and after twenty steps, she felt the curtain, and she waved her hands as the heavy curtain parted to the left and right.

Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, the gray-blue sky was already lit up with red light, dispelling the dark shadows in the room, and the air was full of fine dust flying. She just wanted to lift her feet, but she heard a slight cracking sound, and when she looked down, she saw that it was a few Poria thorn flowers falling from the window. The dry stems break into pieces, and the flowers and leaves are broken into pieces as soon as they hit the ground.

She spends the whole day cleaning here alone.

Wash the floors with water, wipe off the thick dust on the furniture, change the curtains and sheets, and clean up all the small things. By the time she thought the cleaning was over, it was already evening. She stood in the orange glow and looked around, the room was clean, but empty and lifeless, and she felt that she was standing alone in the room like a worm sunk in amber.

Poria sat down on an oak bench and picked up the wooden box at hand and placed it on her lap. The son kept his beloved things in that box. She opened the lid of the box, and memories rushed towards her.

A white starfish that has been killed. It was found by Ah Tan and his mother on the beach when he was more than two years old. Finding that the starfish was still alive, the child excitedly opened his two small hands and inhaled heavily. Mother and son took the starfish home in a basin filled with seawater, and soon the starfish died. But Ah Attack has been hiding it in the box and taking it out from time to time to reminisce about the happy times spent with his mother that day.

A magnifying glass with a brass handle. In the past, Ah Zhan always liked to take it with him, and the copper handle was polished smooth and smooth. He would use it to observe the morphology of plants, distinguish the subtle differences mentioned in the annotations of the herb picture books, and lie on the map of the five islands, move the magnifying glass, and muttered the names of mountains, river valleys, cities, and villages. Poria remembers that once Ah Attack had a quarrel with his sister Ah Hunt, and after asking, she found out that it was her sister who stole his magnifying glass and squatted in the sun to burn the ants.

A couple of wooden critters. The little rabbit, the little dog, the little pig, and the slightly bigger one is the whale. These are toys that Ah Tsuki made for his sister Ah Hunt. The carving technique is rough, but the wooden thorns that pierce the hands are carefully sanded with sandpaper, and the colors are carefully painted. I think it should be that Ah Hunt discarded them indiscriminately after a while, and the careful boy who was the elder brother collected them again.

Underneath the wooden box is a beautiful picture book about the legends of the gods and heroes. This is Ah Zhen's favorite book when he was a child, and he always asks his mother to read it to him before going to bed. The cover of the book is a dark blue velvet with a few slanting silver threads and a few small sparkling beads, and there are several small people in the ground, raising their hands or kneeling in prayer. This is the night of the starfall depicted in the history books of light, and it is said that it will be a sign of the return of the calamities.

Poria turned a page. It is a picture of the return of the gods. The first Great Shrine Maiden knelt on the top of the burning mountain, a scroll opened on her spread hands, and the golden light of the gods descended on the horizon with gold threads.

Poria turned another page. Her beloved little boy leaned against her and flipped with her. Soft, curly black hair slid across her mother's cheeks, and her fair little finger pointed to the mountains outlined in thick black lines on the pages, "Mother, Apollona's divine power is boundless, and her rising mountain of sighs will protect us forever, won't it?" The boy's voice was a little hoarse, and he urged his mother, "Mom, turn it over!" Mom, what's next? ”

Poria flipped through the pages, and a huge blood-red eye stared at her across the page!

Her heart was pounding, and she slammed the book in her hand shut!

The son's little illusion faded and disappeared in the air. Poria didn't have time to see what expression was on that little face. Do you want to cry with your little mouth pouted? Or do you stretch out your little hand to comfort your mother?

She shrank back, but she couldn't resist the pain in her heart.

Her precious little boy! Her most beloved son! The bulging baby always likes to wrap around his mother, stick to his mother's face, kiss her, and smile at her. The little baby grows taller and becomes a handsome and tall black-haired boy. She hopes that he will be healthy, brave, open-minded, and generous, and that he will one day become a responsible and powerful man like his father! She had a myriad of beautiful ideas for him!

So when she saw her son's body lying in the center of the huge, scarlet, bloody eye in the Champ de Mars... She wished her own eyes were blind on the spot! She wished she had fallen to the ground and died immediately!

And the husband was ten steps away, the corner of the bloody eye, the movement of the body stopped at the moment before the corpse stiffened, it was the appearance of struggling to move on the ground, in the direction of the son. The bodies of the two men were as tattered as the thousands of dead warriors in the pile of corpses around them, their eyes gone, and only two bloody holes remained.

If it weren't for her daughter's hand holding her hand tightly all the time, she wouldn't have survived.