True Love Is Innocent 2: Love's Threads (Complete)

The maple leaves outside the art museum had already turned deep red. Tall maple trees stretched out from both sides of the road,
forming . A thick layer of fallen leaves covered the stone path,
soft and cool underfoot. A gust of autumn wind blew, and with each breath, a pungent chill shot straight to the head, invigorating
the spirit while simultaneously adding a strange melancholy.

My mother and I strolled along the tree-lined path, the setting sun casting long shadows behind us. At that moment,
I couldn't tell whether we looked like lovers, husband and wife, or mother and son.

My mother's outfit was somewhat special today. Her loose, wavy hair was naturally and elegantly parted to the side, and a
black and white leopard-print scarf was wrapped around her snow-white neck and hung down her chest, adding a touch of wildness. A black
velvet dress tightly hugged her full, firm breasts and round, pert buttocks, while a matching tight-fitting leather jacket balanced
her femininity while enhancing her unique mature charm. Her long, shapely legs were clad in black stockings
and black ankle boots, an outfit that contrasted sharply with her fair skin, making her appear even
more sexy and alluring.

Feeling the soft, full breasts against my arm, and inhaling her faint,
delicate fragrance carried on the breeze, I was completely captivated. My body felt light and weightless;
I felt like the happiest person in the world, and I began to regret my decision that day.

Ever since discovering the things in my mother's suitcase, I had felt a mix of indescribable emotions.
I suddenly realized that I only knew my mother as a mother, and nothing about her as a woman.
I didn't know how much of her past she had hidden from me; the person I knew best and was closest to had suddenly become
a stranger.

I understood that our relationship was no longer simple. Although I desperately wanted to know
everything , I couldn't ask her as freely as before. Because I longed for my mother to tell me about
her past herself, I think this was perhaps a man's desire to completely conquer a woman.

However, I clearly overestimated my patience. On the surface, I pretended nothing had happened, but almost every
moment I was surrounded by a jumble of chaotic thoughts. This feeling of emotional alienation tormented me, and
I reached my limit in just three days. Helpless, I finally came up with a plan—I decided to let my mother see
the painting with her own eyes. So, under the pretext of wanting to buy a painting to decorate our new home, I went with my mother to Jiang Shuyan's art gallery.

As we approached the gallery door, I hesitated. I didn't know what I was afraid of;
a strange fear prevented me from pushing open the door.

"Why are you stopping? Come in!" My mother asked, turning her head as she saw me stop, and took
my hand.

Holding her cool, smooth little hands in mine, I snapped out of my daze. I cupped my mother's hands in my own, breathing
warm air on them as I said, "Didn't I tell you to wear gloves? Why won't you listen?"

My mother smiled sweetly, "With my son as my hand warmer, why would I need gloves?" She paused, then turned back
to look at the street behind her, saying with deep feeling, "Nothing has changed here. The scenery is still so beautiful."

I followed her gaze and looked back. The sunset had painted the entire sky red, maple leaves rustled
gently , and sunlight seemed to come alive
, flickering and dancing through the leaves. Everything before me was enveloped in a captivating warm hue—truly a beautiful
scene .

However, what I found even more beautiful was the woman before me. My mother gazed at the setting
sun, her beautiful eyes bathed in a serene glow. Her pink lipstick made her full lips appear even more luscious.
Her attire, far from being gaudy, accentuated her delicate features, making her
look incredibly alluring, fresh, and elegant. Gazing at my mother's face, I was completely captivated.

Mom smoothed a stray strand of hair that had been ruffled by the wind and continued, “People have always thought that ‘Lone Peak Gazing at the Moon’ is the only famous view in Lanhai
City . But in my opinion, there are at least two other places. One is
‘Autumn Fiery Maple’ outside this art museum, and the other is ‘Seaside Lights and Sails.’ Lunlun, don’t you think it’s
beautiful here?”

Women really are emotional creatures. Anything can evoke their feelings and make them sigh with emotion. However,
I had no interest in the scenery at all. Instead, it was Mom’s rapt gaze that made me realize that she seemed to have
a special affection for this city. Thinking about it, she graduated from university here, and then I finished university here.
It can be said that this is the place where we have lived the longest over the years. Could it be that her past is
related to this city?

“Why aren’t you saying anything?” Mom asked when she saw that I hadn’t spoken for a while.

"Uh, it is quite pretty, 'Autumn Fiery Maple'? Who came up with such a name..."

Mom raised her eyebrows and said, "I named it, is it bad?"

I quickly waved my hand and said, "Yes, yes, how could it be bad? A talented woman like my mother should have lived in ancient times.
I believe that if you were on the Qinhuai River, we could easily have formed the 'Nine Beauties of Qinhuai,' and then you and I could have
a legendary love story."

"Are you kidding me, comparing your mother to a prostitute?" As the saying goes, too much talk leads to mistakes. Who would have thought that my flattery would
not only fail to win a smile from the beauty, but would instead earn me a slap.

Realizing I'd misspoke, I quickly slapped myself, saying, "You deserve a slap! How can my mom be compared to a prostitute? My mom's clearly
a fairy! You're the Third Holy Mother, and I'm Chenxiang, destined to split the mountain to save my mother!"

My mother gently pinched my cheek with two slender, jade-like fingers, saying, "Why is your mouth so glib? Are
you coming in or not?"

Knowing what was coming was inevitable, I took a deep breath and said firmly, "Let's go."

"Finally made up your mind?" My mother looked at me with a half-smile, her eyes full of cunning.

Her gaze made me feel like she'd seen right through me, and I stammered, "You... what did you say?"

My mother didn't answer, giving me a meaningful smile before pushing open the door and walking into the gallery.

Because of the weather, the gallery's doors and windows were tightly closed. Old Wu, whom I'd met once before, was lounging on the sofa,
sipping tea contentedly from a large teacup. Seeing us enter, he quickly got up to greet us.

"Welcome! Want to see something..." Before he could finish, Old Wu froze, his eyes wide with surprise.
Staring intently at my mother's face, I couldn't utter another word.

"Hello, I'm Shuyan's friend, my name is Fang Zhiqi," my mother greeted me with a generous smile, extending her
delicate white hand.

I couldn't help but secretly admire my mother's skill in building relationships. She immediately mentioned being friends with the shop owner's wife;
now, no matter what we bought, she wouldn't feel comfortable overcharging us. It's clear that women are naturally better at networking than men.

Old Wu, realizing his lapse in composure, quickly shook hands with my mother, saying, "Hello, hello, did you make an appointment with Shuyan
?"

"No, we came by ourselves, just looking around."

"Look, look, please feel free to look around."

Looking at Old Wu, whose speech was somewhat slurred, I secretly chuckled. At his age, Old Wu should be
unfazed by anything. Besides, although I'd only met him once, I could sense that
this old man possessed a kind of religious fanaticism for art; few things
could pique his interest except for what he was obsessed with.

However, the moment I saw my mother today, I was almost certain that the old lady was utterly shocked.
Thinking about it, it made sense; anyone would be quite
moved if they suddenly saw the woman from the painting they stared at every day step out of it.

I ignored Old Wu's erratic behavior and nervously began searching the wall for the painting, but to my surprise,
it was gone.

"Excuse me, where did the painting I saw the other day go?" I hurriedly asked Old Wu.

Old Wu turned around, thought for a moment, and said, "You're too late. That painting was put here for consignment
sale by someone else, and it was bought by a couple not long ago."

I couldn't help but exclaim, "Sold?"

Old Wu nodded and said, "Yes, it's a pity." He looked at my mother and added, "To be honest, I really hoped you
could have bought it, but art collecting is all about fate; you can't force it."

My mother looked at Old Wu and then at my disappointed face and said, "What on earth are you up to today? What painting
is missing ?"

I stammered, "Actually, it's nothing. I just saw a painting I liked last time and wanted you to take a look before I bought it, but
unfortunately, it was bought by someone else."

My clumsy lie obviously couldn't fool my mother. Under her piercing gaze, I immediately felt
uncomfortable and began to avoid her gaze. Meanwhile, Old Wu was also staring at my mother. Although
there was no malice in his eyes, the way he looked at her as if she were looking at a rare and exotic creature made my mother very uncomfortable.
For a moment, the three of us in the room looked at each other in an awkward silence.

Luckily, Mom's phone suddenly rang, rescuing us from our predicament.

"Shuyan, guess where I am?" Mom glanced at me, talking on the phone as she walked out the door.

Watching Mom leave, I finally breathed a sigh of relief. Although I hadn't achieved my goal today, I suddenly felt a sense of ease for some
reason .

"So similar!" Old Wu sighed, watching Mom's retreating figure.

I naturally knew what he meant and didn't respond. Instead, I thought that my mother's departure had created
an opportunity for me, so I quickly seized the chance to ask, "Mr. Wu, could you tell me about that painting?"

My question immediately brought a look of excitement to Old Wu's wrinkled face, as if he had met a
kindred . He began to speak, "Although this painter doesn't have many surviving works, they are all very valuable.
Judging from his style alone, I think he was deeply influenced by Impressionism, especially skilled at expressing inner
emotions . At the same time, he also incorporated elements of Chinese painting that pursue artistic conception, so looking at his paintings always gives one
a sense of being there. It's a rather unique style."

"Surviving? He's dead?" I wasn't particularly interested in Old Wu's description of the painter's style, but the phrase "surviving" struck me
deeply.

Old Wu sighed, "Ah, to be precise, he's disappeared. Like many outstanding
artists , no one has seen him since. Perhaps it's a case of heaven being jealous of talent; the lives of accomplished artists are often
condensed."

Hearing Old Wu say this, I couldn't quite describe the feeling in my heart. Before, I always felt that this painter had some connection to
my mother , and I even suspected in my heart that he might be my father. However, regarding my father, the
man who created me and took my mother's virginity, my fear outweighed my curiosity, so much so that
I had always subconsciously avoided questions about him.

But now, suddenly hearing that he might be dead, I didn't know whether to be happy or sad. I could only
tell myself that perhaps this was fate, that heaven didn't want me to know the answer.

"What's the painter's name? Does that painting have a title?" Even so, I couldn't help but want to know
more about this painter. Regardless of whether he was my father or not, he should at least be related to my mother's past.

“This painter is called Nie Hai, and the painting is called ‘Girl at Dusk.’” Old Wu paused, then continued, “Legend has it that Nie Hai’s
most outstanding and legendary works are four in total, each called ‘Dusk, Dawn, Day, and Night.’
The one you see is ‘Dusk.’”

“Dusk, Dawn, Day, and Night? Michelangelo’s sculptures?” Old Wu’s words had deeply piqued my
interest in Nie Hai. I had heard of ‘Dusk, Dawn, Day, and Night’ before; it was a work by Michelangelo for the Medici family tombs
, four sculptures named ‘Dusk,’ ‘Dawn,’ ‘Day,’ and ‘Night’ placed in front of the tombs of two dukes. It
was also a work from the last period of his prime.

I hadn’t expected that there were three other works on par with that painting of my mother, and that Nie Hai
dared to name his work after a master. It must be something special. I continued, "
What do the other three depict?"

Old Wu seemed pleased with my knowledge of European art; after all, a storyteller
wouldn't be interested in a complete ignoramus. He nodded and said, "These four works are indeed
named after Michelangelo's group of sculptures, and the one you see, 'Twilight Maiden,' is probably Michelangelo's most accomplished work, and legend has it that it was his
last . As for the other three, I don't know. I
only recognized them because I've seen a photograph of 'Twilight Maiden,' and I've never seen the other three before."

I asked curiously, "Why use such uncertain terms like 'legend' and 'tale'?"

Old Wu smiled approvingly, "You're very observant. The reason I used such uncertain words is because
although these four paintings have extremely high prices on the market, the absurd thing is that almost no one has actually seen them,
so they can only be described as legendary."

"Why is that? Is it just because it's mysterious? Could it be the result of hype?"

"I thought so too, but when I saw this 'Girl at Dusk' with my own eyes, I truly understood its
value. Nie Hai is truly a genius; he has completely mastered the art of using color to convey emotions at will,
just like Van Gogh. His paintings always resonate with people, taking them into his spiritual world."

"What a pity, if only I had bought it first." I deeply agreed with Old Wu's words.
Music can achieve the same effect; it can influence people's emotions even more than paintings. So, although I don't understand
painting can still understand the shock a good work of art can bring. At this moment, I truly began to regret
missing out on this painting. There are so many things about Nie Hai that interest me.

“I’ve already said, collecting art requires not only a discerning eye, but also a lot of luck. The fact that we
’ve both seen this painting is already quite a coincidence.”

“Since this painting is so rare, why don’t you keep it for yourself?”

Old Wu smiled and shook his head. “I don’t have that kind of luck, and I don’t want to be burdened by possessing such a treasure. Besides…”

“Besides what?”

“I always feel this work is a bit too meticulous and restrained, showing signs of excessive carving, lacking
that natural, flowing quality.”

“You mean it might be a fake?”

Old Wu chuckled. “Young man, I’m really growing to like you more and more; you always seem to catch what I’m implying
.”

My face flushed slightly. I thought, why don’t you just say I’m naive? This old man seems to enjoy this kind of
provocative conversation, always leaving half the story unsaid until you ask him a question.

I wanted to ask more about the Sea of Sin, but my mother and Jiang Shuyan walked in hand in hand,
followed by a middle-aged man around forty years old, who appeared to be Jiang Shuyan’s husband, Old Chen.

Whether I was being paranoid or not, Old Chen had been busy looking around ever since he entered the room, only giving me a casual glance
without even a greeting before heading off to inquire about the gallery's operations from Old Wu. He seemed to be the kind of
person who attracted no attention except when he was working.

When Jiang Shuyan saw me, a hint of disgust flashed in her eyes, but upon hearing that we were there to buy paintings, her face
immediately lit up with a smile, generously offering to let me choose whatever I wanted, even offering to pay only cost price. This
once again gave me a taste of Aunt Jiang's two-faced nature.

I randomly picked an ordinary landscape painting. Seeing my mother and Jiang Shuyan busy chatting, while
Old Chen was flipping through the sales records, I felt bored and looked at the paintings on the wall again,
pondering the relationship between this painter named Nie Hai and my mother. Nie Hai was clearly not his real
name. Judging from my mother's expression, she must have some special feelings for this city. Could this be
related to Nie Hai? Why didn't my mother mention her past to me? For a moment, too many questions swirled in my mind, leaving me unable to find a solution
.

"When did this painting sell?" Old Chen's suddenly raised voice interrupted my thoughts.

"What's wrong?" Jiang Shuyan asked curiously, peeking out.

"Nothing, nothing," Old Chen quickly lowered his voice, realizing he'd overreacted.

"Old Wu, you... why didn't you tell me? How could you just sell this painting like that?" Although
they were deliberately speaking softly, they still couldn't escape my keen ears.

I heard Old Wu calmly say, "Even the most valuable thing is useless if you can't keep it. Don't think about it anymore.
The most important thing now is to sell the painting and get cash as soon as possible."

Old Chen shook his head, looking distressed, and said, "Sigh, that's right, sell it! It's good to sell it, saves me from worrying!"

Although they didn't say it explicitly, I could already deduce that Old Chen was referring to the painting "Twilight Maiden in the Sea of Sin. "
It seems that the works of the Sea of Sin are really famous in this field, otherwise Old Chen wouldn't be
so . However, it seems he's encountered some trouble and urgently needs money.忽然来到我的身后再次打断了我的思绪。

“真是的，这也用得着请示啊，喂，别不给我面子啊，我这人记仇。”蒋淑
颜像是警告般提醒我道。

聪明女人永远都知道让自己的男人在外面表示出强势远比自己抛头露面要好
得多，这点上妈妈可算是深得其中奥妙。一来我知道妈妈一向喜欢温泉，二来也
很想找个机会问问关于蒋淑颜夫妇的事，即使不直接提及孽海也可以旁敲侧击的
了解一下，当即答道：“我没事，那就一起去吧。”

蒋淑颜见我答应破天荒头一次主动对我露出了笑脸，只是那眼神却似乎在说
“算你识相。”

妈妈还有些不放心地问道：“我们一起去真的不会打搅老陈吗？你不是说他
约了客户吗？”

“没事，他谈他的我也只是陪他，你去了还可以陪我省得我一个人无聊。”
蒋淑颜答道。

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我们居住的澜海市是个不大的海滨小城，古时称为“澜月城”，因城南不远
有一处孤峰，峰上探出的悬崖好像一个巨大的平台，站在上面可以俯瞰整个城市，
若是天气好满月之时崖顶就会撒满月光，从下面望上去宛如月宫天台，这就是城
中最出名的‘孤峰望月’景观，因此这座孤峰被称作月崖峰，澜月城也是因此得
名的。

温泉山庄就建在月崖峰山脚下，距离市区四十多公里，建筑风格模仿唐代建
筑，门窗朴实无华，色调简洁明快，亭台楼阁假山水榭，曲径花园无处不彰显着
大气。环山而建的建筑群最中央的宽大建筑乃是主殿，其它各处因山势而修。主
殿门口的石阶两旁各有九条龙口中喷洒着如雾的水汽，石阶上被水汽洗涤得光滑
如玉，远远望向后山烟雾缭绕的大小温泉如星罗密布，使人疑似到了天宫瑶池。

老陈与蒋淑颜一起去领更衣柜的钥匙，我和妈妈则站在大厅等候。看着老陈
夫妇的背影我不由得又想起来那天窥视到的蒋淑颜与陈亚文的激情画面，心中暗
想老陈要是知道自己的儿子和妻子做的事不知道会怎样？

路上在我的追问下妈妈大致告诉我老陈与蒋淑颜的事情，老陈叫陈铎，他与
妈妈认识还在蒋淑颜之前，正是通过妈妈的介绍，同样有过一次不幸婚姻的蒋淑
颜与陈铎才能够在一起，而老陈的父亲跟妈妈更是旧相识，我现在真服了妈妈了
我要是不问她真的什么都不说，可是我也只是问到这里没有再继续追问下去，心
中总是有着一堵墙横在那里让我无法跨越。

忽然我感觉到两道温柔的目光盯在我的脸上，回过头来正好迎上妈妈秋水般
的双眸，我诧异地摸摸脸道：“怎么了？我脸上有东西？”

妈妈深情地望着我眼波流转柔声道：“你没有别的问题了？”

我心中一动，心想这难道是妈妈在对我暗示？看起来只要我肯问她是不会对
我隐瞒的，可是话到口边转了一圈却没问出来，只是淡淡地道：“没了。”

妈妈不易察觉地轻轻叹了口气轻声叫道：“伦伦”

“干嘛？”

“把手给我”

我伸过手去妈妈与我五指紧扣，低头在我手背上轻轻一吻道：“不管你今天
想做什么，总之妈妈很高兴。”

“为什么？”我不解地道。

妈妈嫣然一笑道：“因为我发现我的小坏蛋很温柔也很体贴。”

又是一句莫名其妙的话，弄得我一头雾水，心里琢磨究竟是我不懂女人还是
不懂妈妈？

女人一切和穿着打扮相关的工作都是件耗费时间的事情，我和陈铎换好泳装
都没有马上离开，而是在更衣室出口等待妈妈和蒋淑颜，因为年龄的差距我们之
间显然没有什么可以交流的话题，只是默默地抽着烟。

这时我发现了一个有趣的现象，在这个入口处除了我们还有不少男人都在无
聊地等待着，男人们虽然个个满脸不耐烦，却都只能无奈地耐着性子等候，而等
来了自己的女人还都要昧着良心假模假式地表示一点也不急，看来男女之间的妙
事还真是只可意会不可言传啊。

我自顾自地思考着男女关系，陈铎却忙得不可开交，只这一会功夫就接了不
下四个电话，或许这就是这个年龄的男人的通病，工作几乎将整个生活占据了，
根本无法好好地享受生活，对他我也只能抱以同情了。

随着电话铃声再次响起，陈铎一下变得紧张起来，不再像之前一样若无其事
地接起电话，而是快走两步离开我身边这才接起电话。

我虽然不想窥探别人的秘密，可是灵敏的耳朵还是捕捉到了电话那边的声音
是一个女人，心下暗想莫非老陈有外遇？这可有意思了，不自觉地更加留意起来。

“你到了吗？怎么事先不通知我？我去接你。”陈铎的声音明显比较亢奋，
一改沉稳的作风。

我虽然心中好奇却也不好追过去偷听人家打电话，随着陈铎又走远了一些后
面的内容却再也听不到了。

我正想着是不是找个借口比如找厕所凑上去听听，毕竟我已经看了一出后妈
跟义子的乱伦大戏，要是再能偷听个婚外恋那就全了，正在这时一个熟悉的身影
忽然从我的余光中一闪而过，我急忙转身却再也寻不到这个身影。虽然只是惊鸿
一瞥，但是我已经确定这个身影正是在足疗馆遇到的那个身影。

“这人是谁？怎么总是出现在我周围？”

我要追上去看一看，忽然一阵香风袭来，一只白嫩的小手一把夺过了我手里
的烟。

妈妈俏生生地站在我的面前皱着眉把烟捻灭，脸色一沉道：“又抽烟，说你
"How many times have I told you? What's so good about smoking? You never listen to me." Jiang Shuyan, standing next to her, glanced at me
with a smug smile and discreetly walked away towards Chen Duo.

Although my mother knew I had a smoking habit, she had always strongly opposed it. I had always
tried my best not to smoke in front of her, but this time I had obviously been careless and caught red-handed. I had no choice but to obediently listen to her
loving lecture.

"Have you been running wild at the company these past few days with no one watching you?" "

I listened to my mother's scolding with my head down, feeling somewhat strange about this sudden change. Just moments ago, she was my shy and
gentle little sweetheart, but now she was the demeanor of a stern mother. This sudden role reversal
was truly hard for me to adjust to.

As I looked down, my gaze fell upon my mother's body. Beneath her dark brown swimsuit, two firm, white
breasts were squeezed together, creating a deep cleavage. The flesh was full and plump under the swimsuit, exuding
a sensual charm. Her slender waist and rounded hips outlined a graceful and exquisite curve, flat..."
Her plump, full mons pubis was bulging tightly under her swimsuit, and two pubic hairs seemed to peek out from the gaps
. Her voluptuous, slender legs had pink knees, and her delicate toes
peeked .

Seeing this, a surge of heat rose within me, and I could no longer listen to what she was saying; I was simply greedily
admiring the beautiful sight before me.

My mother noticed my gaze, her cheeks flushed, and she awkwardly crossed her arms, scolding, "Where are you looking?"

I looked up, quickly smiling apologetically, and moved closer to hug my mother's slender waist, saying, "I won't smoke anymore, okay? Is it
really necessary to

get angry like this?" My mother pushed me away forcefully, scolding, "Get away from me, you smell like cigarette smoke."

I was a little annoyed by her push and frowned, saying, "It's such a small thing, it's not that big of a deal."

"Small thing? Do you know the chances of smoking causing lung cancer?" "Mom's voice
rose noticeably when she saw that I dared to talk back.

These words immediately drew stares from many people. Although it was
common for Mom to nag me about not taking showers and leaving things lying around, this was happening in front of many people, and we
were supposed to be a couple now. It was too embarrassing to be scolded like this by my wife or girlfriend in public. I felt
a little embarrassed and said impatiently, 'Alright, alright, it's not a big deal. Don't
interfere in everything.'

Mom obviously didn't expect me to talk to her like that. She was stunned for a moment, then her pretty face turned red and she said angrily,
'I won't care? Fine, I won't care if you damage your lungs and end up in the hospital.'" "After saying that, she angrily pushed me away and
found Jiang Shuyan, and together they walked towards the back mountain.

I pretended to be nonchalant, took out another cigarette, lit it, and smoked it nonchalantly under everyone's gaze. Face
, after all, is a man's most important thing, and it should be protected when necessary.

Surprisingly, my behavior actually earned the praise of quite a few men, and one even shouted, 'What
a man!' I smiled and clasped my hands in salute to everyone.

Although I pretended not to care, my eyes were actually fixed on the spot where my mother disappeared, until she
wiggled her round little bottom and disappeared into the woods before I hurriedly chased after her. I knew very well that while I had saved face,
what followed was a long apology.

By the time I had passed through the woods and could no longer see my mother, I was about to start walking towards the back mountain when suddenly that
familiar figure flashed before my eyes again. This time, I didn't wait for her to disappear and quickly took two steps to catch up. The woman
turned around, and I finally saw her face clearly. I was stunned and exclaimed, 'Li Mei! It's you?' (To be continued)"

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