He opened his eyes in the darkness.
Above his head was a huge curtain hung crisscrossing each other, with a dark blue background embroidered with delicate and intricate cloud patterns, densely packed from his sight all the way to the dark end of the room.
There was a chill in the air, a chill that only comes with late autumn. The moonlight was like frost, shining through the tall and narrow window frames, illuminating the mirror-smooth black stone slabs on the ground.
The charcoal brazier in the middle of the stone slab had gone out, and there was no residual heat in the embers. The coldness spread between the stone and the copper and iron.
He sat up from the bed and tried to reach out to touch the oil lamp on the ground, but he couldn't reach it.
Suddenly, a sharp sound of metal rubbing against each other came from outside the door, and a dark shadow broke into the bleak moonlight.
He slowly raised his head and saw an unusually tall shadow reflected on the carved window lattice of the door.
The shadow didn't move, but seemed to be staring at him through the door.
A familiar uneasiness rose from the bottom of his heart. He stumbled off the bed, groped to find the oil lamp, and hurriedly tried to light the wick that had been submerged in the oil.
squeak.
The cold wind gently pushed open his door.
He didn't remember why he didn't close the doors and windows, and he didn't dare to look up. He just forced himself to light the oil lamp quickly.
Click, click, click.
The heavy footsteps, accompanied by the sound of metal collision and friction, were getting closer and closer.
Finally, he lit the lamp.
The feeble firelight cast a small patch of warmth on the black ground, and then he saw the feet in rusty greaves.
His sight slowly moved upwards, and the dark shadow was standing five steps away from him.
He was a man wearing helmet and armor, covered in blood, with his helmet pulled down low and his face blurred. There seemed to be moisture on the helmet and armor, and the water droplets slid down the barrel of his gun, carrying a little turbid blood stain.
But he remembered that it was a sunny night and it hadn't rained all day.
He stared at the figure and repeatedly told himself that it was just an illusion in a dream.
"Mother?"
His trembling voice echoed in the hall, and no one responded for a long time.
The next moment, the figure suddenly moved and ran towards him dragging a spear.
He quickly threw the oil lamp in his hand at the man, and then ran out of the hall barefoot without even bothering to put on his shoes.
The autumn night was clear, without a single cloud in the sky, only a solitary moon hung in the sky.
The winding corridors were silent, without a sound of human voice or insect chatter. The autumn night's frost spread across the cold stone bricks, and when he stepped on them, the frost turned to vapor, soaking his feet.
He didn't dare to stop until he saw the faint lights coming from the pavilion by the lake, then he breathed a sigh of relief.
She didn't leave, his mother didn't leave.
The cold wind on the lake was blowing fiercely, and the gauze curtains around the pavilion were so thin that the woman's hair seemed to be frosted, but her figure was very lazy, half leaning on the protruding railing, half of her hair hanging in the air, swaying in the autumn wind.
She heard the boy's hurried footsteps and panting, and slowly opened her eyes. Her pupils were colder than the cold stars in the autumn night, and her face was brighter than the lonely moon tonight.
"But you're having nightmares again?"
He was speechless and tremblingly held the woman's hand, hoping to get some response, but the delicate hand just gently pulled away as usual.
"What did you dream about?"
He calmed himself down and finally showed some of the calmness and composure of the person in front of him.
"I dreamed...I dreamed of a general covered in blood."
The woman sighed softly, her face showing fatigue and helplessness.
"Don't be afraid, Wei'er, and don't pay any attention to them."
He tried to appear composed.
"My mother taught me everything, but they always appear suddenly, sometimes even yelling..."
"Those are the people you will meet in your life, and you will definitely meet them again in the future. They may be your enemies, but they may also be the ones you love in this life. If you think like this, you will cherish this fate."
He was puzzled, and didn't understand why his mother always said the same thing to him.
"The person Wei'er loves most is mother, so how can those people be the ones I love?"
The woman's tone softened, and there was a glimmer of the past in her eyes.
"You don't know them now, so naturally you don't know the depth of our affections. You just think it's a meaningless meeting. But when you grow up, you'll understand how precious it is to be able to see each other, even in a dream. Knowing each other but not being able to meet is the greatest regret in this world."
"But......"
But he didn't want to delve into the people who appeared in his dreams. He just hoped that when he woke up in the middle of the night, he would have his mother's warm company by his side.
The woman's eyes drooped again, and her fingertips gently brushed across his face.
"Go back to bed now. If your father sees you, he'll punish you again."
Every time my mother mentioned my father, it was the time they parted.
In the past, no matter how reluctant he was, he would have bowed quietly and left.
But this time, he didn't leave.
"Why doesn't my mother talk to me softly like a nurse, or sing some melodies to frighten me when I can't sleep..."
"Because there are many long nights in life that need to be endured, and I can't be with you every night."
He remained kneeling there without moving.
The woman opened her eyes and looked at the child in front of her. It seemed that from the cold shadow behind him, she saw the madness and obsession that was deeply buried in his bones and blood and was still growing wildly.
She sighed softly.
"Do you know why Mother never mentions or writes her own name?"
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