Chapter 389 (1/2)
He remembered that this was his ninth birthday gift, which was specially customized at a high price.
But no matter how much it cost, because the woman couldn't wait. He remembered that when the woman split the wooden box to reveal the motorcycle, the woman touched his head: ”riding it is like a real man, Caesar, show it to mom!”
The boy is in a trance, Caesar? Am I Caesar?
But the memory is so deep that he understands his mother's intention more clearly than anyone else. It's not to spend money to reflect his mother's love, but that his mother can't wait for the day he grows up... From the day he was born, his mother is doomed not to wait for him to grow up.
But my mother wants to see him grow up so much
So that day he rode the motorcycle, flew over the whole garden and landed on the top of his father's Rolls Royce, leaving scar like tire marks on the shiny spray paint.
His mother cheered him loudly. He was very happy. He liked his mother to be proud of him.
He shook his head for a long time, and finally felt a sense of rejection.
He stepped onto the motorcycle and lifted the square tin bucket and a bucket of kerosene.
Riding on the motorcycle was like stepping on a fine horse, driving slowly to the central altar, deftly bypassing all candlesticks, coming to the hexagonal coffin and drenching the whole barrel of kerosene on the coffin.
His sign language was clearly not used for a long time, but at this time, it was used as skillfully as before, compared with the sign language of the woman in the coffin.
”Mom, those who have made you... Painful will pay... For what they have done!”
Holding a zippo lighter, he held it up. Maybe he looked down at the woman's face for the last time, as if he had repeated the scene countless times. After all, he just stared at it without expression, with stubborn firmness in his eyes.
Because my mother said that men shouldn't cry, because it's useless for cowards to cry.
So he thought that in his life, he would cry only before he died. At that time, he exhausted all his strength and had no way to go. No one can help him. At this time, it doesn't hurt to cry... Right?
The boy threw the lighter on the hexagonal coffin. Before the flying flame reached the corner of his clothes, he reached out and grabbed the purple curtain hanging over the church and pulled it hard.
The huge curtain covered more than half of the dome, and the corners blew down to the top of the hexagonal coffin. At this moment, the whole fell, covering the coffin and all candlesticks, as if the sky tilted and turned into a burning flame seven or eight meters high.
The fire alarm device starts instantly, and the rainstorm like water curtain falls from the sky, but the hexagonal coffin will be reduced to ashes before the water curtain completely extinguishes the fire.
”Mom... This is my last time to see you.”
The boy whispered to himself, like some subconscious decision, or some kind of farewell from the bottom of his heart.
Between the big curtain of water and fire, Harley Motorcycle roared across the central altar, and the black car shadow was as sharp as a knife!
During the dinner party, the slightly drunk men and women were dancing or clinking their glasses gently. Suddenly, they heard the roar of the engine echoing in the long corridor!
They were not allowed to make any response at all. The thick wooden door was knocked open from the outside. The boy jumped up on Harley and drove on the table full of wine bottles, flowers, fruits, candlesticks and crystal glassware, smashing everything recklessly.
”Caesar! What are you doing?” Someone tried to scold.
”Pay the bill.” The boy said coldly, threw the curtain in front of an aunt, took out a check without numbers and threw it on the ground. The signature was flying Italian.
”Sorry to disturb your celebration. I just held a cremation for my mother, probably burning the central altar,” the boy looked coldly at the old gentleman trying to control the situation. ”Uncle, please fill in the appropriate number for me and tell the bishop that although I appreciate his mass for my mother, I don't like his accent.”
Frost stared into the boy's eyes and said sternly: ”you've grown up. You shouldn't be fooling around. You're the heir of the Gattuso family. You should know the rules!”
”I see the rules written on your face,” the boy tilted his head. Even though he had seen this scene countless times, he still burned with anger when looking around his noble and elegant elders.
”But all I want to do is run over it!”
He hung up the gear, the motorcycle returned along the way, rolled over the whole long table again, and after landing, it was a beautiful tail flick. After going out, he went away along the long corridor, knocked open the carved iron door in the basement and went away along the garden path.
The roar of four rows of pipes can be heard far away, representing his ridicule, his noble family, powerful parents... And even the world.
But the boy knew from the bottom of his heart that it was useless. His ridicule was just the barking of a milk dog. Face was worthless to some Greek people. Those who were in power cared about other things.
In the bottom of my heart, it's like a voice constantly bewitching him to liberate something and put to death all the Dalits who dare to trespass and insult their mother!
The elves in the dark night were still transmitting the sound of the house to him, and the dirty elders were still whispering.
”He probably knows that the family is full of joy at his mother's death...”
”In fact, the dead woman is nothing at all... But his son's name is Caesar, which is the name of the great king... What king will let go of those who make his mother suffer?”
The boy was expressionless. Standing in front of the burning church, the fire splashed like thousands of fireflies. He was expressionless, but his anger still had nowhere to vent.
You're right, but it's not about my name. No matter my name is Caesar or anything else, I won't let go of the people who make my mother suffer!
Frost picked up the check, which was signed by Caesar gulwig.
”He actually uses his mother's surname... Is this to deny that he is from the Gattuso family?”
”We are celebrating the disappearance of gulwig, but it seems that everything is far from over...”
”Such a child wants to inherit the family?”
”We must tame him. At all costs, it's not up to us to decide who will inherit the family. It's his blood, his blood of one in ten thousand!”
The boy sneered at the corners of his mouth and said something he didn't seem to be able to say when talking to himself.
”Tame me? But as you said, my blood, how do you... Match?”
The dragon blood in the body was as hot as a church fire, and the whole body seemed to boil.
It was the ultimate pain, and the boy roared inexplicably in his throat.
There seemed to be a voice from the abyss, ”come and kill them all!”
When his mind was in chaos, a dazzling light appeared in front of him, which made him unable to open his eyes. It was like... Opening his eyes.
The glare of the sun came into his eyes, and the sound of the door being opened came from his ears. The cold wind in winter brushed his cheek and made him sober for a few minutes.
”I slept?”
Caesar sat up and looked at Chu Zihang, who had just opened the door.
The clear and crisp sound of waking bamboo in the courtyard is introduced into the second room, which is orderly and calming.
”It's almost noon. I don't think brother Caesar is such an unruly man. Let's have a look.”
Chu Zihang was expressionless. ”Are you okay?”
Caesar pressed his forehead with one hand. ”It's all right. It's just a rare dream.”
He did not accuse Chu Zihang of opening the door without authorization. Although they are not on a mission, Chu Zihang should indeed check if there are abnormalities.
Chu Zihang looked at Caesar sweating, and didn't ask at this time. He thought Caesar was seriously injured during the duel with brother yuan yesterday.
So don't worry. Come and have a look. In case Caesar is unconscious, he can even send the other party to the hospital.
Lu Mingfei is away. Some things are so inconvenient.
”Brother Lu, where are they?”
Caesar got up in his pajamas. He was going to take a bath.
”They haven't come back yet, but they shouldn't have to worry.”
Chu Zihang didn't contact brother Lu at all, because he didn't think there was anything else in the world that could hurt each other.
Brother Lu and Hua Liyi went out to play crazy. They don't know how happy they are in the world. Not making a light bulb is the first consciousness of a good brother.
”Is this taking the girl out for the night? Brother yuan knows that I'm afraid he doesn't want to cut people.”
Kaiser laughed and make complaints about it. After all, the painted pear clothing is underage in all kinds of meanings, and two people are not married either.
”It's all right, brother yuan. He can't fight.”
Chu Zihang said expressionless.
”Ha ha, brother yuan is going to feel heartbroken when he hears it.”
Caesar walked out of the door. ”I'll take a bath first. Will brother Chu come with me?”
This is not a strange speech, because Chu Zihang still has a trace of sweat on his skin and has obviously exercised all morning.
Behind the residence of the eight families in Sheqi, there is a luxurious open-air hot spring, which is very comfortable.
”I'm going.”
Chu Zihang can't help it. Anyway, there are no paparazzi from the information department here, and there will be no strange rumors.
Everyone is a man. Why do you take a hot spring together?
Ten minutes later, they leaned against the stone slab beside the hot spring, and the housekeeper of the eight snake Qi families' residence here brought lunch and sake.
Caesar is quite used to it. After all, he is a person who can enjoy it. Chu Zihang has never been so corrupt.
But he has to admit that it feels good to be served. Soaking in the open-air hot spring in winter, eating snacks and drinking with friends is really a rare relaxation time in life.
At this time, the door of the hot spring courtyard opened, and another man with an explosive figure carrying a towel on his shoulder came in.