The carving of the mural is exquisite, every line and every curved texture is so clear and perfect, even the eyebrows and eyelashes are clearly identifiable one by one.
"Kneel down!" Ye Kaishan suddenly pointed at the ground in front of the mural and shouted in a deep voice.
His voice was filled with endless sorrow and heaviness. This was a voice that Ye Wenlong had never heard before. He also saw his father's lifeless eyes, which shot out two rays of light at that moment, making him shudder.
of light.
Ye Wenlong was shocked, and without asking any further questions, he obediently walked to the mural and knelt down.
Although Ye Wenlong knelt down, he could not suppress the excitement in his heart. He had a vague feeling that this mural made him feel very friendly, and even some familiar women had some relationship with him.
"Kowtow to your mother a few times!" Ye Kaishan suddenly became extremely lonely, and his voice was choked with sobs.
"Mother!"
Ye Wenlong's head exploded, and his mind went blank.
The word "Mom" may have appeared in his mind thousands of times, but he had never had to shout it.
Ye Wenlong has been living with his father for as long as he can remember. Before going to kindergarten, he didn’t even know that he should have a mother, because every day, his father would put him in the ventilation area of the door of the blacksmithing room above his house to watch his father forge.
, no one ever told him about his mother, and no one asked him where his mother was. In his hazy memory, he didn't know where he came from.
On the first day of kindergarten, he realized that all children had mothers and were born by mothers. Other children had mothers, but he was the only one who did not. He saw the children who had been wronged.
The way their mother rushed towards them and cried loudly, and the way their mother coaxed and pampered them like a darling, made me extremely envious.
When his father came to pick him up that day, the three-year-old asked him about his mother for the first time. He still vaguely remembered that he asked "Dad, do I have a mother?" His father Ye Kaishan seemed to be silent for a long time.
When he asked a second time, his father told him that yes, but his mother had gone to a place far away and it would take a long, long time to come back. He still remembered that he laughed very happily at that time, clapped his hands and said with a smile, it turns out that I also have a mother.
.He asked his mother when she would come back. His father said that when he grew up, his mother would come back.
Because of this thought in his heart, Ye Wenlong began to become cheerful in his childhood. He made many friends in kindergarten and elementary school. During this period, he asked his father, "Dad, have I grown up?"
Mom should come back when you grow up." Many times, my father said to this question, "You haven't grown up yet."
Until he was twelve years old, Ye Wenlong became more sensible and asked his father seriously, where is my mother? If my mother is gone, you can tell me, I can bear it, but don't lie to me. My father was silent.
It took a long time, until several days later, to tell him solemnly that his mother died when giving birth to him.
For fifteen years, Ye Wenlong has not seen a single photo of his mother. He has imagined countless faces of his mother, but they are all illusory and unreal.
At this time, the words his father choked out were like thunderbolts that struck the softest part of Ye Wenlong's heart.
Mom, this is mom, this is my mom!
Ye Wenlong kowtowed several times with such force that his forehead was bruised, but he didn't feel any pain at all. He raised his head and looked at the woman in the mural again, and couldn't stop crying.
Flowing down.
This is my mother, her smile is so kind, her eyes are so gentle, she is smiling at me, her eyes are talking to me...
"Mother……"
Ye Wenlong threw himself on the mural. At this moment, his longing for more than ten years turned into endless sadness and admiration, and he burst into tears. Although he was leaning against only a mural, he felt a feeling that he had never felt before.
Dependence and obsession, a kind of comfort and warmth that I have never experienced before.
The mother's embrace, even if it is cold, still feels warm to the child. It is the sustenance from the soul.
Ye Kaishan did not stop him or speak, he just stood there quietly, letting him vent, letting him cry, and letting his hands touch the lines of the people in the mural.
Cheeks, mouth, nose, eyes, eyebrows, ears, hair, Ye Wenlong touched them obsessively, as if he heard his mother's gentle call in his mind...
Ye Wenlong didn't know how long he cried, or even when he fainted. When he woke up, it was already night. He was lying on the only small bed in the underground stone room. His father Ye Kaishan
I was sitting there smoking a dull cigarette, and the sound of gurgling in the quiet night was like Ye Wenlong's stomach growling with hunger.
"There are steamed buns and water on the table." Ye Kaishan seemed to know that he had woken up, and said without looking back, still smoking the pipe, and the sound of puffing and puffing continued.
After crying for a long time, he slept again. It was already evening. Ye Wenlong had been hungry for a long time. He jumped up from the bed and rushed to the small table. He picked up the steamed buns in the bowl and gnawed them.
His eyes were always fixed on the mother in the mural, and he felt that the mother in the painting seemed to have come to life. Seeing him devouring the food, his mother felt very distressed, as if saying to him, child, eat slowly.
, don't choke.
Ye Wenlong nodded while eating, his eyes moistened again.
"Do you want to hear your mother's story?" Ye Kaishan came over and sat down at the table.
"Yeah, of course, Dad, tell me quickly, what is my mother's last name and what kind of person is she? My mother is so beautiful. How did you meet? Dad, why do you want to dig a basement here?
I also carved my mother’s portrait on the stone wall…”
Ye Wenlong seemed to have endless questions to ask.
Ye Kaishan put the pipe on the table and his eyes became a little blurred: "My teacher is the greatest body weapon forging master in the Commonwealth. I became a disciple of my teacher when I was twelve years old and specialized in body weapon forging. I became a master of body weapon forging at the age of fourteen.
A junior blacksmith, I became a senior blacksmith at the age of 16, and became the youngest bodysmith master in the Commonwealth at the age of 19. I was only one step away from the master level. At that time, I was very high-spirited and my future was bright. I swear.
, to break through to the master level before the age of twenty-five and become one of the youngest forging masters in the history of the Federation.
"But it is so difficult to break through that step. The teacher did not break through from the blacksmithing master to the blacksmithing master level until he was thirty-nine years old, and he stayed at the master level for nineteen years. At that time, I had a red heart
With my heart, I vowed that no matter what, I would succeed.
"As a blacksmith, the most taboo thing is to work behind closed doors, share information, and rigid theories will never allow a blacksmith master to cross the threshold of a master. I followed the teacher's advice and began to exchange and learn among the major planets of the Communist Federation.
.It’s just that back then, I reached the status of a blacksmith master at a young age, so I couldn’t help but be arrogant and didn’t take my colleagues seriously, which offended many people. But because of the relationship between my teacher and my youngest blacksmith master.
Due to my status, many people who have been offended by me do not dare to do anything to me even if they are exposed.
"It is undeniable that the exchanges with my colleagues have greatly improved my forging level. Four years later, I have touched the bottleneck of the body forging master. At that time, I met on the federal planet
Your mother. I don’t know if your mother is beautiful in the eyes of others, but in my eyes, she is a fairy, she is the goddess in my mind. When I first saw her, I knew that this