The image of the memory smirks and twists away from Cesare, the colors converging high in the air and suddenly rushing down like a waterfall.

Cesare only felt that his eyes were wrapped in rhizome and blackened, and when he opened his eyes again, he did not wake up, but returned to his original illusion.

The surrounding flower fields are still beautiful, the lawn is wide and the flowers are swaying, but the sun in the sky is approaching dusk, making everything look a little sad.

Cesare still leaned at the window of the house and looked at the dining room, but he could no longer see his mother as a child.

Whether this was a memory or an illusion, Cesare could no longer tell the difference, and his body was so light that he could no longer struggle, so he could only fall into it with the flow and enjoy a moment of peace.

"And then Cesare? What happened to you later in your childhood? ”

The voice of the head of Claudius asked, and the man stood at Cesare's side again, as if he had never left, and he looked into the house with his neck against the window, and for a long time he could not see half of the figure.

It was as if the whole little house was empty.

"And then ......"

Cesare let go of the window and looked back, a young sapling slowly arching out of what had been a normal lawn.

At first it had only a small stem and a few tender green leaves, but soon it showed its amazing vitality at a speed visible to the naked eye, growing at a breakneck rate.

Its stems became thicker and thicker, more branches and foliage grew out of the main trunk and became verdant, and the crown began to expand.

In less than half a minute, it grew into a deep-rooted tree, with lush branches and towering into the sky. Two more hemp ropes were lowered from the strongest and straightest branches of the tree, and a plank was fixed at the bottom of the hemp rope, making it look like a swing.

The scene in his mind is restored little by little in the illusion, it is the swing that his mother made for Cesare, and it is also the last time that his mother was by Cesare's side.

After that, his sister Closia was born...... But my mother's health did not improve, but became more and more serious.

The mother, who was getting weaker, never left her room again, and the visiting doctor made it clear that no one except the servants who delivered the food and medicine should disturb Madame's rest, and that no one including Cesare was to enter her room.

At that time, he still had a slight illusion that his mother would get better one day.

There was obviously not much wind around, but the swing swung on its own, and as the swing intensified, the speed of the swing became faster and faster, and the swing swung higher and higher as if it was about to fly into the sky.

The only closed window on the second floor of the house was his mother's room, and as a child, Cesare always sat on the swing whenever he had time, thinking that he could see his mother through the window if he had to swing higher.

I was looking forward to my mother and kind face being able to appear in front of that window and wave to me.

Again and again, overcoming his fears, he made the swing higher than before, closer to the window, and several times he fell badly in the process, but every time he was bandaged by the servant, he couldn't help but run to the swing, just to see his mother again.

The window was always closed, like a wall between mother and son that Cesare could not overcome, and Cesare spent every morning looking forward to the face of his loved ones in front of that window.

Day after day, all the time, until another seemingly unremarkable morning, when Cesare ran to the swing outside and looked at the window again......

The window opened.

The open windows let the wind blow in, blowing the white curtains and moving gently.

As a child, Cesare was overjoyed, thinking that his mother's illness had finally recovered, but he cried out to his mother but received no response as he hoped for.

I remember it's autumn.

The lawn turned yellow, the flowers withered and became dull, and the whole field of flowers turned gray and lost its former vitality.

Little Cesare rushed into the house and ran up the stairs, saw his mother's door open, and ran straight inside.

"Mom?"

Choking on the strong smell of herbs in the bedroom, little Cesare slowly walked into the room, looking for his mother, but there was no one in sight.

The candles on the countertop were half-lit, the quilt on the bed was neatly folded, and the smell of mother's hair still lingered on the fluffy pillows, but no one was in this empty room.

The curtains rustled in the wind, as if to tell something, and the clean room was quiet and desolate.

Even a few years old children gradually realized something in this atmosphere, and he could not clearly understand the meaning of the difference between life and death, but he secretly felt that his mother had gone far away, a place that he would never be able to catch up with

Little Cesare felt helpless and lonely as he stood in the room where people went to tea, and tears began to flow uncontrollably.

Then he searched the whole house, and went outside, and searched for a long, long time.

It wasn't until he was so exhausted that he cried and couldn't find his mother's shadow anymore, and it wasn't until he was found by the servants that he was dragged back home, and he was reluctant to return to his room.

Cesare was stuck in front of his house, he wanted to wait for his mother to return, and he was convinced that he would come back if she loved him so much.

Thinking of my mother's kind and beautiful face, looking at the traces of my mother's life in the house, I can no longer hear my mother's voice, I can't eat my mother's cooking, and I can't hold my mother's hand anymore.

It must have been a nightmare, when he woke up, his mother would still be in their house, nothing would change, Cesare still had the person who loved him, the person who cared for him, how could he have lost it like this...... Never again......

But the only thing that didn't change after the sleep was that my mother never came back.

Her mother died, there was no vigorous process, there were no touching last words, she died in pain like an ordinary sleep, and she never woke up before she had time to leave any instructions.

Grief can't tell the passage of time between day and night, never thought it would be a hopeless thing to stay in your own home, looking at familiar furniture but never seeing familiar people again.

In those days, except for the cries of newborns ringing in the house, the servants were silent, and the oppression hung over the house.

The mother's funeral went on naturally, and very few people attended the farewell ceremony, most of whom Cesare did not know, and did not see the shadow of his own father at the funeral, except that he was also dead, and died earlier......

Aside from his sister Closia, Cesare had no relatives.

Cesare's tears dried up at that time, and he naturally cried less when he grew up.

Without his mother, the home was no longer a home, and then Cesare and his sister Closia were sent to the Hunyadi family for foster care......