I just felt that at this moment, everything I heard had exceeded my understanding of everything around me for decades before. When I met the Iron Face King's expression that seemed to be just talking about today's dull weather, I was completely confused.

The tide of the sea water became noisy at this moment.

It kept surging around and echoing in my ears that were already noisy. I just felt that the noise was so noisy that I could not stand it. I subconsciously took a step back and reached out to hug my head.

The Iron-Faced King showed a look of surprise at this time: "You really don't know?"

“…”

"No one told you?"

“…”

"Huiyin didn't tell you?"

“…”

I didn't say anything, but was gritting my teeth hard and driving out the noise in my mind. It was not until this time that I was out of breath, and raised my head in panic to look at the Iron-Face King, and shook my head.

No.

No one ever told me.

If it weren't for the fact that some of my childhood memories were too deep, if it weren't for the fact that every word and action of her was deeply imprinted in my mind, even if the Iron Face King told me now, I wouldn't believe that my mother was actually a nun who had been swearing up when she married her father.

But - of course she is!

In my memory, she had half-length hair. Until I finally left Xichuan and went north to Beijing, her hair did not grow too long, but because it was the appearance of my mother I saw since childhood, I didn’t find anything strange or weird, just like my mother should be a woman and my father should be a man.

But, how could it be normal?

My body and skin are my parents, and girls will not cut their hair like that. Any ordinary woman has long hair when she married a woman, but in my memory, until I was two years old, her hair was only as long as her ears.

There was only one possibility - before that, she had no hair and she shaved her head.

Even now, I finally figured out one thing.

My mother, even after marrying her father, became the mistress of the Yan family in the Nishikawa family, her life was very simple. Most of her clothes were blue and gray. Only when her father asked her to change into bright red clothes to show her joy, but outside that, she never had any joy for the bright colors.

However, her father's painting - the wind in the west mountain blows red gauze, but she is covered in shadows.

Perhaps, it was not the red veil, nor the colorful clothes she had never been used to, but the robe that Buddhists used to abandon their greed.

The wind in the west mountain blows the red gauze, and it turns out to be a cassock.

When I thought of this, I suddenly smiled.

I felt absurd but didn't know why, and the sadness that followed made me cry again.

Over the years, I have always realized that I am not without grievances, but just suppressing that grievance. Because there are all parents in the world, even though she has never been enthusiastic about our lives, even if she has never treated me as a daughter indifferently, I can only accept it and not blame me, although there is always a little grievance in my heart.

But now I realize that she is not without enthusiasm or coldness, but that all her desolation and purity are her nature, or the soul attitude of a Buddhist.

She was moved and convinced herself to marry, but she never changed her soul.

At this time, the Iron-Faced King sighed.

He said slowly: "It seems that she is not going to tell you about this."

I looked at him, thought for a while, and said, "Maybe, my mother doesn't think this is something worth telling."

He was slightly stunned and looked at me with a little surprise.

She didn't tell me, of course, because she was cold by nature and never felt that it was too important to her own affairs. But her father didn't tell me, because she was naturally because she protected me as a young and ignorant. This incident was somewhat a blow to a child.

As for the people in Xichuan, I don't say it-

Maybe, they don't know at all, I don't know.

Who is my mother? As a daughter, of course, she should be the one who knows the most in the world. So, this thing that seems to be well-known is that everyone has a collective consciousness, that is, I must know it, and know it more deeply than anyone else.

Therefore, no one would specifically mention to a daughter who her mother is.

Therefore, this thing that should not have been a secret has been created in front of me for so many years.

I wanted to laugh again, but I couldn't laugh. I could only feel sad, and tears blurred my vision.

Looking at me like this, the Iron-Face King also fell silent.

The two of them stood face to face without saying a word. It took me a long time to finally get out of the sadness, look up at him, and ask gently, "Do you know who my mother was before she became a monk?"

Even if she became a monk, she must have lived there. Who was she at that time? What was her family? What was her parents, my grandfather and grandmother? Why did she become a monk? What was her purpose of becoming a monk?

In an instant, all of these problems surged into my heart.

But the Iron Face King shook his head gently.

My heart suddenly became cold.

Although I had so many questions in my heart, I knew better that my mother's affairs had been a thing of the past that had been covered with decades, and there were not many traces of her willingness to leave, and there might be even fewer things about her private matters. I was not surprised that the Iron Face King didn't know it.

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but look up at the man opposite me.

It is undeniable that when he is old, I can imagine that face that is almost exactly the same as Huang Tianba was so handsome when he was young, he was running on the grassland with a full spirit. Now his eyes are full of wrinkles, and his rough skin also has a withered breath. But even so, the heaviness and depth accumulated in his eyes that years and the manly toughness that has not yet retreated make him even more attractive.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! Such people should be very attractive to girls.

I couldn't help but remember what Xue Qian said again. Although I believe the facts must not be as unbearable as she guessed, now that people are in front of me, I still can't help asking: "Then you and my mother--"

Before I could finish my words, he had already spoken: "I like her."

“…”

I don’t know if it was because of the too direct answer or his too open eyes, but I lost my reaction for a while.

After a while, he said "ah" in a daze.

He smiled, but there was a faint sense of ruthlessness in his smile, and he said, "It's a pity that I met her too late."

"…When did you see her?"

"At her wedding with your dad."

“…”

"I went to Sichuan to travel and heard about this major event in Shu, so I rushed to watch the ceremony."

“…”

"So, the first time I met Huaiyin was when she got married."

He looked at me in a daze and laughed fiercely: "If that weren't the case, your father and I - we must have a win or loss."

I hesitated for a moment: "You and my father, have you won or lost?"

He said: "What made her heart moved, what made her decide to marry is your father. Why am I going to fight for?"

“…”

I was so shocked that I could no longer speak.

In love between men and women, I have seen too many jealousy in love, and even torn her face and become enemies, just for whom she gets and who loses whoever gets and whoever loses.

But I have never seen him as open-minded as he is, in love, so focused and devoted, and so decisively withdraw.

In addition to being shocked, I smiled softly at him.

In this smile, all my respect and even those unspeakable feelings were integrated into it. When he looked at my smile, he seemed to understand and smiled faintly.

but--

Their relationship is so simple, and other things may not be as simple as feelings.

Why did he go out to sea?

Why do you become a pirate in this sea?

Why did he attack Yan Qinghan and his ship? Why did he stay on the sea now and why didn’t he return to the grassland?

These many questions slowly emerged in front of me as his identity and my mother's past revealed.

I said, "You—"

However, this time, before I could ask, he had already spoken: "Why did you go out to sea?"

“…”

"You weren't sure it was me before you saw me. You must not be looking for me. Are you looking for something?"

“…”

"Is it the same as those people?"

“…”

"Are you here to find the Florence gun?"

I suddenly felt like a buzzing sound in my heart and I was shocked. Although I had guessed this possibility, when he truly admitted it, I was still a little confused.

"Folang Machinery Cannon... have you really been wandering on the sea for so many years?"

“…”

"My mother really hid the Florian cannons at sea. Did you do it?"
To be continued...