Longmen Memoirs

He just told Wei Yanwu that he already knew some of the past, and then used these past experiences to test Wei Yanwu's attitude, leaving the choice in Wei Yanwu's hands.

Maybe Wei Yanwu's attitude towards Yan Guo is not that close, otherwise how could he tolerate him coming to this city? He should have eradicated it at the beginning, but now he has left this huge hidden danger for himself.

Chen Mo actually didn't hate Wei Yanwu. He might have complained and transferred his powerlessness and guilt to Wei Yanwu, which would have made him feel much better at the time. But from Wei Yanwu's perspective, Wei Yanwu had actually given him a choice.

Thinking about it now, that was probably Wei Yanwu's greatest kindness, but it also became the reason why Chen Mo dared to test the Lord of the City.

Later, after gradually knowing the secret hidden in him, he lost even the last bit of confidence to hate Wei Yanwu.

It's actually not difficult to hate someone, but it's rare that even hating someone doesn't help.

What happened could not be undone, and Longmen without Wei Yanwu was not what Chen Mo wanted. He did not want to return to the Yan Kingdom to inherit any possible noble status. What's more, is it really that noble?Even if Wei Yanwu could be killed, what would he gain?

The satisfaction in my heart is the joy of having my revenge, or leaving myself in this city forever.

Chen Mo suddenly discovered that Wei Yanwu was not so unfathomable. Perhaps it was because he was too young back then, or perhaps the existence of Goudan gave him inexplicable confidence.

This damn time travel golden finger was over ten years late, but in the end, he still had to risk his life on the gambling table.

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Foxhound is a very talkative person and he leaves this impression.

There is always a vague smile on the corner of his mouth. That smile is not offensive, but if you look at it more often, you will find that it is surprising for a person to always maintain this kind of smile.

No one can smile and keep the same face forever.

The foxhound was sitting in the driver's seat. When he came to this city, Chen Mo went around in circles. The changes in Longmen were so big that Chen Mo couldn't distinguish the roads in this city. In fact, even when he was young, Longmen was unfamiliar to him. of.

But Foxhound is different. He seems to know every street in Longmen very well. While driving, he talks about the customs and customs of the city. He occasionally talks about what is there, and occasionally talks about a piece of history, as if he is playing a role. A qualified tour guide, but his identity is far from that of a tour guide.

He is very eloquent and has strong personal opinions in his evaluations, such as the pork chop rice of a certain restaurant that he talks about so much, the extremely expensive products in Pacific Place, and the food stalls of a certain restaurant that opens at night. It is not limited to bookstores, teahouses, or even a section of vegetable markets, parks, overpasses, including nearby housing, transportation, security environment, and facilities.

When he talks about these things, his words rarely stop, as if he is making up for a piece of history that has been missing for many years. Even if he is facing a cold guy, he does not feel that the atmosphere is awkward.

He just talked about what he knew out of wishful thinking, driving a car that belonged to the other person with a person he had only met for 10 minutes, and acting out the drama of being so intimate that they hadn't seen each other for a long time.

Cars stopped and stopped in the heavy traffic.

"I've said so much, but you don't have any thoughts?"

So during the brief pause before the intersection, he finally stopped talking.

Chen Mo had been tilting his head to look at the street scene outside the window, the tall buildings, the passing vehicles, and the strange and crowded flow of people. He didn't pay too much attention to the foxhound's brief introduction. These brief introductions were very important to a man who had been away from his hometown for ten years. People call it interesting, but to Chen Mo, it is just another unfamiliar city.

The Chi Xiao and Chong Dao in the box were placed on the seats in the back seat, quietly as if they were watching the two figures in front of them.

"How should I feel?"

"Nostalgia or something like that. You don't look like a returning wanderer now. You should at least sigh about the scenery of your hometown. Don't you never miss Longmen?"

"Then I just miss you." Chen Mo said perfunctorily.

Chen Mo didn't trust Foxhound. His friendship with Foxhound had not lasted more than 10 minutes so far. He couldn't figure out why this little man had such things to say.

"Where did you live before? I mean before you left Longmen."

"Why do you ask?"

"curious."

"You are too curious."

"Let's chat. We, Wolper, have always been full of curiosity. Is it really okay for you to be so cold-faced? Chen, this is not conducive to cultivating a friendly atmosphere among colleagues."

He changed his tune very naturally, indeed following the Volper tradition of climbing up the pole.

"...The new city area should be called Taipu now."

"The area that was renovated more than ten years ago?"

"I don't remember much."

"You haven't gone back to see it?"

"If you hadn't been back for more than ten years, would you still remember where your home was after it was renovated?" Chen Mo asked, not wanting to chat with the fox hound: "How far is it to the place you mentioned?"

"In ten minutes, at the junction of the lower ring and the upper city, the environment is not very good, so don't put too much hope in it."

His hands were holding the steering wheel, and the surrounding street scenes and buildings seemed to confirm his words, and they began to gradually become less prosperous, crowded, and depressed.

"It's good to have a place to live for free, otherwise I have to find a place. The land price in Longmen is not cheap at all."

Foxhound felt the same way: "Ha, many people who have just come to Longmen will have the same complaints as you. However, if you don't pursue conditions, there are not many places for people to live. The land prices in Taipu have increased since the new city was built. It has always been ridiculously expensive. Where do you want to live when you come back? I can help you find a way."

"Thanks."

"You're welcome." He said nonchalantly, and then asked, "Why did you leave Longmen in the first place?"

Chen Mo glanced at the fox hound. He did not turn his head, but looked at the road ahead, as if asking inadvertently.

"Is this also a curiosity?"

"Yes, it's okay if you don't want to answer. I respect personal privacy."

"I guess you also want to ask why you are back now, what are your plans for the future, and what you have been doing outside these years." Chen Mo asked calmly.

"Only if you are willing to answer."

"What about you?" Chen Mo looked at his side face, the pointed ears on top of his head and the long furry tail hanging on the side of the driver's seat: "What good does knowing this do to you?"

"It can deepen my understanding of you. For an intelligence worker, it is normal behavior to try to learn more unknown information." Foxhound answered matter-of-factly.

"I don't remember being friends with someone like you, whom I've only known for less than half an hour."

"Of course, but I think it's fate to know each other."

He stopped the car in front of an old tube building.

There was a slight bump when parking, so he let go of the steering wheel, turned to look at Chen Mo, and smiled.

"...Get out of the car, we're home."

A dragon gate.

A Wolper.

A term that is so unfamiliar that it is confusing.

Time will eventually let us meet again, even if things are different and people are different, it is better than passing by.

Chapter 4 That time

They got out of the car.

The car stopped downstairs, and Chen Mo followed Foxhound with Chixiao and a heavy knife.

Foxhound lives in an old-looking residential building with an external cement corridor outside.

The place where he lived made Chen Mo feel inexplicably familiar. The old Tongzi Building, the bicycles leaning against the wall below the Tongzi Building, and occasionally a few parked motorcycles and small trucks could be seen.

There is a long small street with open rolling shutter doors on both sides. There are a few sparse trees planted in front of the door, with lush branches and leaves. It seems that no one has taken care of it for a long time.

As Foxhound himself said, this should be the border between the upper city and lower city of Longmen, otherwise it shouldn't be like this. The style has not changed ten years ago, there are no new buildings, and the streets are also cracked.

Occasionally, the city will pay attention, so there are trash cans that can only be seen in the city, but that's probably the limit. The security at night is much more chaotic than during the day. Basically no one wants to go out at night, even if this place is Longmen. It has the support of the Guards Bureau.

A long time ago, Chen Mo lived in a place like this for a period of time. After moving away from his home in Taipu, the place was like this at that time. Most of the people living here were from the edge of Longmen Shangcheng District and did not have decent jobs. , who occasionally do small jobs for others, or work as workers in large processing plants, live a decent life, but they are not rich, but compared to the group of real poor people in the lower city, it is much better.

Chen Mo remembered that she was still with him at that time. He thought she was taking care of him. In fact, she didn't dare to leave him at home alone. What was she worried about.

The lower city of Longmen is a place where no one really wants to go. Most of the people living there are poor people. Because it is difficult to enter the city, even food and clothing require a lot of effort. The government will provide them with jobs, but the wages are extremely low. Low, there are also raw mining factories that will hire them. Those who are willing to go may have a chance to change their lives, but the risk of infection is high.

It can be said that without this group of people, one-third of Longmen's raw ore factory would be shut down, but without the raw ore factory, more than half of these people would starve to death.

Although Longmen has been undergoing renovations over the years, the effect has been that the lower city area is getting smaller and smaller every year, and there are more and more infected people hiding in the sewers of the lower city area.

It's not that there are no infected people in Longmen, but those people have been driven to the darkest parts of the city, so it seems that the city is bright and beautiful.

They did not leave Longmen, because at least they could survive in Longmen, even if they lived without dignity, they did not ask for dignity.

The two different weapons couldn't be said to be heavy, so Chen Mo just watched the foxhound leading the way.

The voice-activated light in the corridor failed a long time ago. He introduced it as he walked, holding a bunch of keys on his finger. He lived on the top of the building because he liked the scenery there better.

The light in the dim corridor was very dim, but it was much better when we reached the top of the building. There was an iron door on the top of the building, and the fox hound opened the door with a key.

Inside the door is a spacious cement platform, and at the end of the platform is an open-air house.

"How's it going?" he asked half-showing off.

"That's great. Did you grow those flowers?"

Outside is a wide roof with a window. When you open it, you can see the roof opposite. He planted many flowers under the window, some white and red, most of which were not in blooming season. The flower watering pot was placed beside the flower bed. , some flowers even the fox hound himself doesn’t know the names of.

"Yeah, it looked a bit boring at first, so I bought some randomly at the flower market. They looked good, but I couldn't name them."

Thank God he didn't die.

The sky was gloomy and gloomy, and the wind was a little cold, causing the flower branches in the flowerbed below the window to sway.

Chen Mo thought of the crow. She also raised several pots of half-dead daisies in Sargon's small house. She wondered if she had found Seria now.

When Foxhound opened the door, Chen Mo looked at it for a while.

From the balcony of the room, you can see the scenery of Longmen City, with a long elevated highway passing through it. If the street lights are turned on at night, dim light will fall into the house through the balcony, and further away is the high-end Shangcheng District. The office building is a bit far away and can't be seen clearly.

The door was unlocked, and it was not necessary. The house on the roof only needed an iron door. Those who could afford it didn't care about a thin glass door.

Chen Mo's eyes rested on an astronomical telescope on the balcony. Foxhound quickly said that he got it from the flea market, but it was not of much use and Foxhound had never used it.

He didn't like stars very much, but when he heard that the astronomical telescope was the farthest tool in the world, he paid for it.

Chen Mo remembered this sentence, but Foxhound didn't say what he wanted to see.

Foxhound actually doesn't like the look of the current Longmen. What he likes more is the streets of Longmen a long time ago. There were no high-rise buildings and no busy traffic. After school, when he came out of the school gate, the toy shops on the street also operated food stalls. , you can eat it for a long time for just a few dollars.

He liked that time, but later, the school disappeared, the food stalls disappeared, and the familiar street did not know what it had become. Foxhound never went back to see it, because Foxhound had become Foxhound by that time. dog.

He would become more cunning than a fox, but remember to be more loyal than a hound, the man told him.

Foxhound thought of that time when everyone was working hard to survive. To survive, one must have the value of living. He didn't have it at first, but then he got it.

In fact, it is useless to think about these things now. He is no longer the kid he used to be, but he still likes to think about it, think about it in the dead of night, and think about it when he moves here.

In terms of his treatment, he could have moved to a high-end apartment in the new city long ago, but compared to there, Foxhound still likes this place to be familiar with him.

People are most afraid of familiarity and also afraid of forgetting.

This huge city never stops moving. The strange thing is that the people above cannot feel its movement, just like the rising and setting of the sun.

They live, are sheltered and coerced by the city.

"Please come in, the place is small, don't mind, just treat it as your own home."

They walked in. The space of the cabin was not large, but it was not too small either. There was a refrigerator in the corner, the kitchen was at the very back, the sofa was leaning against the window sill, a low coffee table, a few round stools with thick cushions, and a few magazines on the coffee table. There are newspapers, an ashtray with a few cigarette butts, and a half-full glass bottle. The lighting is quite good, and of course the lighting on the roof is always very good.

The TV cabinet is directly opposite, with a matching stereo, and CD boxes are piled next to the TV cabinet. There is also a photo wall, which is full of photos of fox hounds. He is standing with a girl who is smaller than him. It looks like Very intimate.

Chen Mo didn't make any wild guesses.

Foxhound dropped the key on the coffee table.

"Put your things down and I'll take you to see your room."

He opened the door on the left and turned sideways. There were sundries inside, including chairs, useless flower pots, and an empty single bed with a thin layer of dust and piles of cardboard boxes. Mostly empty.

"I only have two rooms here. I live in one and use the other as a utility room. I was in a hurry when I received the task and didn't have time to prepare it for you. However, I have bedding here, but we have to prepare the utility room first. Free up." He looked at Chen Mo behind him: "Do me a favor."

Take off your coat.

Foxhound found the glove.

It took a lot of time to clean out the utility room, mostly because the place where he lived was relatively high and it was troublesome to go up and downstairs. It was probably because of this that Foxhound kept piling the waste products that should be treated as garbage upstairs.

He worked very quickly and hummed the tune of a song. Chen Mo had never heard of that song. It was probably written about a friend, or maybe it was about separation and unfamiliarity after not seeing each other for many years.

The foxhound's neutral voice hummed along, and his rolled-up cuffs were stained with dust. He probably liked music, otherwise he wouldn't have so many CDs.

Chen Mo couldn't understand why he was so happy. He seemed to be in a good mood all the time, which made Chen Mo feel a lot better, but that song reminded him of a lot of his past in Longmen.

He doesn't remember much.