Time goes back a bit.

The glare of the light broke the calm of the wind and snow, casting onto the old wall at the end of the road.

Under the illumination of the lights, the falling wind and snow are like catkins, fluffy and soft.

Caesar opened the door and got out of the car.

The lights around him were a little dim, and the cold air was freezing to the point that people's faces ached.

Looking around, Caesar took out his mobile phone and was about to make a call when his ears suddenly moved.

The Weasel brought him back news of the surroundings.

Caesar slowly changed his phone and looked back.

I saw a woman standing in a dark corner beside the road.

The woman's puffer trench coat was calf-length, and leather boots were on her feet.

Because she was wearing a warm hat on her head and a thick scarf, it was difficult to see her face under the scarf.

She had been standing quietly in the corner without light, looking at the young man in the car.

When she saw the young man looking over, she suddenly felt a little uneasy.

She tried to say something, but seemed too afraid to say anything.

It's just that the eyes in which she looks at the young man are always full of love.

At this moment, her body was full of complex emotions.

Unlike women, Caesar almost burst fire in his eyes 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 aimed it at the woman, like an enraged lion, "How dare you, pretend to be my mother?" ”

Earlier, he received a strange phone call.

The voice on the phone was very similar to his deceased mother.

So when that familiar voice sounded, it awakened Caesar's long memory.

It was the only time he and his mother had, and it was called a happy time.

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 layer of surging golden light.

It was one of Caesar's most beautiful and reassuring memories.

But Caesar knew that no matter how much he missed his mother, she would never wake up.

She lay in a cold crystal coffin.

No matter how much she resembles a sleeping beauty in a fairy tale, she has never been able to wake up her prince.

Therefore, when the familiar voice on the phone is no matter how similar it is to his mother, when the voice says that it is his mother, Caesar will be so angry.

No one, capable of offending his mother!

Bang!

Caesar stared at the woman indifferently, and the Desert Eagle's bullet flew past the woman's ear and slammed into the old wall behind her, splashing a cloud of stone chips.

The woman seemed frightened.

She panicked and took a step to the side.

But she didn't run.

Facing the man who stepped forward and almost put the muzzle of the gun on her head, she slowly pulled down the scarf that wrapped her face, and her voice trembled slightly, "Child." ”

She wasn't trembling because she was afraid, she just didn't know how to face her grown son.

Looking at the face that would never fade in his memory, Caesar was stunned for a moment.

He couldn't believe it.

This woman, except for a shallow trace left by the years, is so similar to the mother in his memory.

Immediately, his eyes turned red.

It even becomes a little hideous.

His golden boy even lit up involuntarily, blooming with its own anger and majesty in the wind and snow.

"Who the hell are you?" Caesar grabbed the woman by the collar and pinned her against the wall, the muzzle of the desert gun against her head.

His icy golden boy stared at the woman, as if he would pull the trigger the next moment.

But the woman felt his hand holding the gun tremble.

"Child, it's a mother." The woman looked directly at Caesar's hideous and angry golden boy, and her eyes flashed with pain.

She untied the scarf around Caesar's neck, her eyes filled with guilt, "I'm sorry that Mom was absent from your upbringing." ”

The cold wind blew her hair, reminding Caesar of the woman standing in the warm sun, and the warm picture.

The woman in his memory overlapped with the woman in front of him, and an uncontrollable anger rose in Caesar's heart, but he couldn't take his eyes off the woman.

"You're not!" Caesar's voice sounded in the wind and snow, with a sense of rage.

"She is."

Someone answered Caesar.

Caesar looked in the direction of the sound.

The man was neatly dressed, and the beard on his face was shaved clean.

Pompeii Gattuso.

The kind of playboy who used to have a playboy in this man, who eats and waits for death, has been turned upside down.

His eyes became strong and powerful, and his whole person even gave people a dangerous aura.

This aura made Caesar feel like he was facing a stranger, not his useless father who could only stall everywhere.

"My kind child, mom is sorry for you." The woman's hand was lightly pressed against Caesar's face.

Caesar slapped the woman's hand off.

But seeing the woman's lost and sad eyes, his heart ached again, and he regretted what he had just done.

I knew there must be something wrong with this.

But when he saw the woman's loss and sadness, he couldn't help but blame his reckless behavior.

He let go of the hand that was gripping the woman's collar and involuntarily took a step back.

At this moment, Caesar suddenly wanted to turn around and flee without looking back, from this scene that he felt was a little terrible.

"Your mother isn't dead." Pompeii saw Caesar's struggle, and said slowly, "In Norse mythology, Gulveig is a powerful witch, and even Odin once threw a spear at her to declare war. ”

"How could your mother, who had Gulveig as her surname, die so easily, my son."

"Your mother survived, and it was a fake when she was lying in the crystal coffin."

Pompeii's voice was magnetic, "You are the most important heir to the family and the only son I have. ”

"You have to be a qualified heir, you have to be the heir that the family needs."

"You can't grow up under your mother's care."

"Only with the departure of your mother can you adapt to the cruelty outside and become a true heir."

Pompey'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, all for your upbringing." ”

Gulveig's eyes were lowered, and his expression was complicated.

She was a little distressed and wanted to reach out and comfort Caesar as she had done before.

But the former child has grown up and is already higher than her.

"Growing up is always accompanied by pain." Pompey said, "Whatever the outcome, you are always my son, the chosen king of the Gattuso family." ”

"Child, it's time to leave behind the naivety in your heart." Pompey looked at Caesar and stretched out his hand to Caesar, and his calm tone carried some expectation,

"Come back and be the king of the Gattuso family!"