I warmed his cold blood

Fanny's bedroom was very quiet.The incense burner overflows with the fragrance of lavender, and the smoke is like soft silk, dying in the golden candlelight.The water clock is ticking, counting down the few lives left.The curtains of the bed are copper-colored, the tassels are inlaid with gold and jade beads, and the quilt is exquisite gold silk satin, like a luxurious arrangement for a wedding night, not like a disease attack.

The candles are lit, like river lanterns leading to the temple, which has a sacred meaning.Surrounded by candlelight, Fanny lay quietly in the veil, with her hands folded on her chest, as if she was a saint who had finally returned to the God Realm.

She has obsidian on her forehead. In the past 20 years, she has never taken it off, and it is the same now, as if she is adhering to some unswerving creed.

This woman who has been exhausted all her life is now very safe.This is probably her most peaceful time.

Heron took Felitina into the house.In order not to bore Fanny, Lucas stopped outside the door with a wink.

Helen smelled the fresh fragrance, and he narrowed his eyes slightly.The fragrance of lavender penetrated into the tip of his nose, which made him feel full, like a hungry person eating fish and drinking fine wine.

He thought of the little blue-purple flowers, and suddenly felt a sense of melancholy.

Fritina knelt by the bed, and Heron walked over and lifted the veil.

He saw his dying mother as beautiful as when she was young.

Fanny's serenity is revealed in this way, with unique tenderness and motherhood, and the goddess in the mural is no more gentle than her.Her face was naturally red, her hands were also rosy, and her lips, which were usually black and purple, were as rosy as cinnabar.

She is like a shooting star, the most beautiful time is when the flames fall.

Heron held her warm hand and looked at her face in full bloom.At this moment, he realized that his mother was going to leave. The great loss made him feel that half of his soul was lost, and the remaining half was trembling.Reluctantly grasping his heart like sharp claws, he couldn't keep his mother's life.

As soon as the tip of his nose became sour, the circles of his eyes turned red, which was an instinctive reaction.Human grief is never involuntary.

Fanny felt something, and she slowly opened her eyes, looking at her son in deep grief.

"Hermia, I have been waiting for this day for a long time."

She smiled, her voice was very clear, her eyes were softer than obsidian, shining like diamonds or stars.All her beauty, from body to soul, flowed from these eyes.

Helen sat on the edge of the bed trembling, his palms began to sweat, and the blood vessels on his forehead were throbbing.

Fanny smiled.She grabbed Helen's wrist, stroked it carefully, and pinched it a few more times, from the wrist to the forearm, feeling the bones and flesh of her son, as if she was describing the shape of the bone.

She had done this act of maternal love countless times, only this time, it made Herren's heart ache like a knife.

"Fortunately, I didn't lose weight this time." She said with a smile, pulled her son's hand to her mouth, and kissed it.

Driven by some emotion, Herron knelt down beside the bed unconsciously.His breathing became more and more rapid, and he trembled all over.

He misses the mother's love that is about to leave, like a drowning man catching water plants.He felt that he had returned to his childhood, abandoning the so-called restraint and restraint of adults; like a young child, desperately grasping the hem of his mother's clothes.He doesn't seem to be 24 years old, but he seems to be four years old. He will scream when he leaves his mother, and he will be at a loss when he leaves his mother.

It was the first time he felt the pain of emotion.

He has always maintained a numb and unmarked heart, even if the soul is in grief, the heart does not tremble for emotion.Treating love—a gift from the gods to mankind, he has always been like an ascetic who does not eat oil and salt.

"My child, why are you silent again?" Fanny smiled softly, "It takes eloquence to enter the senate, you have to shine in front of the debate stage and make the white-robed senators submit to you, Let the emperor wear the crown for you. Silence will only be a stumbling block in your career."

Helen frowned, her eyes were sore and sore, but she couldn't shed a single tear.He feels guilty for wanting to cry, which is never moral or obligatory.

Although his heart hurts like a thorn.

"Mother...I really don't want you to die..." he said sadly, his throat trembling.

"Death is a reward from heaven to those who work hard," said Fanny, laughing. "I've worked too long, haven't I?"

"But I just want you to live." Helen gave her an aggrieved look.

Fanny brushed his long hair behind his ears, and said with a smile, "Come here, Hermia. My eyes are clear now, and I will see my child die."

Helen swallowed the soreness in his throat, and lay down on his stomach.

Fanny caressed his face, and the pupils of his eyes covered rows of candles, like a galaxy in the God Realm.Her thumb smoothed her son's thin eyebrows, brushed his long eyelashes, stroked his nose, and finally poked his cheek, sighing softly.

"With a son like you, my work is not in vain," she said.

The obsidian on her forehead shone, as did the silvery waves around the edge.

Only at this moment, the gem did not cover up her own brilliance.This obsidian adorns her, but also suppresses her original beauty; it seems that the emperor's exclusive purple of murex makes people only focus on admiring this elegant color, but ignore the emperor's own facial features.

"Mother..." Helen hoarsely said, "May I see the present that Father gave you?"

He pointed to the obsidian.

"Of course." Fanny took off the gem and handed it to Heron.

Helen looked at it carefully, not letting go of any details.The gems are in the shape of drops, glued to a silver base.Trimmed with silver filigree, like pale channels around black islands.

The silver wire winds in waves, and finally converges into a bulge at the top of the water droplet.

Heron's eyes brightened.

He flicked the bulge lightly with his hand, and the waves became smooth instantly, and the obsidian was separated from the silver chassis.

The red ring that has been haunted by dreams fell from it, and was grabbed by Helen.

He felt like he was dreaming. There was a thick fog in front of his eyes, and the world seemed to be spinning. At this moment, he couldn't tell the reality from the dream.The thing he was looking for so hard, the thing that ruined his family in the previous life, is now safely in his hands.

All the insecurity disappeared at the moment when the red ring fell into his hand.

Helen knew that he had firmly grasped the family property in his hands.

The red agate has more traces of weather and frost, and the portrait of Pliny is vaguely engraved, which is exactly the same as the black ring.

He didn't look much, and hurriedly handed the red ring to Fanny.

"Mother..." He was a little excited, even incoherent, "Oh my god! This is my father's red ring, and he put it in your obsidian... You are his true love!"

Fanny was stunned, gasping for breath, her gaze fixed on the red ring as if bewitched.

It took a long time for her to realize that she carefully took the red ring and put it on her finger.

"It turned out to be me..." She raised the corners of her lips, chuckled twice, tears filled her eyes, "So it was me..."

The laughter seemed to be driven by the soul, she let out a sigh of happiness, and the ending was like a warm current.Her happiness, her vitality, these things that have been dusty for a long time, all flowed from tears and smiles.The regret she thought was actually what she expected, and the loss she thought was actually what she had.

Rather than saying that she learned the truth, it would be better to say that she had the deepest epiphany.

She has waited too long for this day.But for her, it's never too late to wait.

Fanny kissed the Red Ring, with a hint of doting in her eyes, "Pliny..."

Her long and deep sigh made her look like a philosopher who has read all the world, but in fact she only read Pliny, and it was still at the last moment of her life.

By this time Fanny's vigor was at its peak and its ebb.

Or rather, her vitality was fueled by this final epiphany.

She gave Heron a forced smile.She began to pant heavily, cold sweat and tears mingled together, the light in her eyes became increasingly dimmer, sometimes absent-minded and sometimes bright, her lips trembled more and more.She is like a rose in a storm, withering at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Helen seemed to have expected something, and suddenly grabbed her hand and shouted excitedly: "Mother!"

Fanny fell completely silent, and died with a smile.

In the vast world, a life carrying emotions passed away.

She lived out what she believed in.She is lucky.

Helen clutched the red ring tightly, in a rather complicated mood.If emotions are shown in color, his emotions must be colorful, even smoky.The pain and joy are intertwined, so that he seems to have given birth to two souls: one soul is crying for Fanny, and the other is kissing the red ring and cheering.

—He lost his mother, but kept Polio.

His fate was completely rewritten at this moment.

Heron's face was distorted, his mind was shaking like an ocean, and then it burst open like expanding magma, and it spewed out uncontrollably.His whole body was hot and sweaty, and the sound of his heartbeat was so heavy that it penetrated into his brain.It's hard to define his current state of mind, what he has to say is excitement, wild excitement.

He trembled with excitement, roared in his throat, and his eyes showed pain.

At this moment he realized that human emotions, like the deep sea in Naples or the volcano in Pompeii, never run out.

He stood up feebly, clutching at the drapery, his legs dangling.Fire-like joy collided with ice-like pain, and his mood swings left him nowhere to turn.His heartbeat was heavy and fast, as if it was about to stop suddenly or burst out of his chest.Staring at the stars, he was a little frightened and unable to control his body; like a fisherman in shipwreck, he desperately needs help from a passing ship.

He was at one of the emotional heights of his life.

All the dormant thoughts came to mind, and he couldn't make out what he really thought.In a trance, he subconsciously called out a name:

"Lucas..."

Shouting this name is probably out of instinct or a long-standing habit.