Longmen Memoirs

He forgot a lot of unimportant things.

"Your clothes look a little old. Do you have some changes of clothes?"

"Bring a set."

"Only one set."

"One set is enough."

"Oh, has it ever been so miserable? I can't imagine how you have lived all these years." He looked a little surprised. "We're going out later. I guess you haven't prepared any daily necessities. I also want to buy some things. How about I treat you to a meal when I get back? It'll help you catch the wind."

"Then...thanks."

"Did you never think that you would stay in Longmen?"

"How to say?"

"Ah, it's nothing, I shouldn't ask."

He answered perfunctorily.

It was already three o'clock in the afternoon when the room was tidied up. After the debris was cleared out, it seemed a bit empty. The bed [|>

They then went out again and bought daily necessities at the merchant street not far away. They seemed to be staying there for a long time. Chen Mo couldn't understand why this man was so enthusiastic about him. He didn't seem to understand his identity. , or maybe he has some purpose, Chen Mo doesn't believe that his nature is like this.

There is no basis for trust in their identities. Even if they become enemies in the next second, it is normal, but the foxhound still behaves very enthusiastically, surprisingly enthusiastically.

The shopping bags contained toothbrushes, towels, bath towels and even a change of clothes. It was a narrow shopping street in an alley. Things were placed casually in front of the stalls. There were no lights, no decorations, and the storefront was even the shopkeeper's home. Some were The sky above, the raincloths set up, the simple stalls made of wooden boards and the shopkeepers' bargaining and trivialities, the cheapness and cheapness are full of the smoke and dust of the market, and it has the style of more than ten years ago.

Foxhound likes to bargain. Even if his life does not seem to be embarrassing, his bargaining is more like a kind of fun. Chen Mo feels that it is a kind of fun after getting used to life.

It's very similar to Chen Mo's life after the man left when he was seven years old.

I didn’t drive, so when I came back I walked side by side with my big and small bags. The sky got dark very quickly, and it became gloomy at four o’clock in the afternoon. Dark clouds were gathering in the low sky. There was no sound of thunder, but the wind was mixed with moist water. Damn, there will be a heavy rain tonight.

As soon as I returned to Foxhound's home, there was thunder in the sky, and the heavy rain came in a hurry, forming a dense rain curtain under the steel shed erected in front of the building. The raindrops bent the waist of the flower branches, and they were in the pouring wind and rain. Swinging violently, there was a layer of water on the roof that could not be drained out in time. The water was rippled by the dense raindrops, and the reflections of the sky smashed into each other.

It was getting darker.

The rain and fog were hazy, and the rain was heavy.

I don’t know when the weather in Longmen became so moody.

Foxhound turned on the light, and he was especially glad that they came back in time. The cold wind could not flow into the warm room, the glass door blocked part of the sound of rain, and the thunder was still as heavy.

He took out the purchased toiletries from the bag and went to the bathroom to put them away. When he came out, he saw Foxhound sitting on the sofa with his legs crossed. There were two cans of drinks in front of the table, one of which had been opened.

She raised her hand and threw something over.

Chen Mo caught it, it was a bunch of keys.

"I thought it would be more convenient to give you the spare key in advance. Although the iron door at the door may not be able to stop you. I originally wanted to treat you to dinner, but now I have to wait for a while. God is not kind to me."

He holds a cigarette between his fingertips, and the smoke is burning in the sparks. There is a silver lighter pressed on a pack of cigarettes on the coffee table. The TV is turned on. I haven’t watched the Longmen program for many years. The film and television industry is quite hot in Longmen. It seems that It's a recent movie, with the title "Butterfly Sword" written in the lower left corner.

"It's okay, I'm not hungry yet."

"But I'm hungry. The rain will subside soon. It won't be long. The weather in Longmen has been like this these past few days. It's weirdly tight."

Chen Mo was sitting on the soft sofa. The sight of the foxhound smoking resonated with him, so he took out a cigarette, shook out one and put it on the table.

The silver plated pattern attracts the foxhound's attention.

"The lighter looks good."

"A Christmas present from a friend."

Chen Mo lit the cigarette, and the foxhound's eyes were still following the silver-plated lighter he placed on the table.

"Where did you buy it?"

"Sargon is a small, remote city."

"It's too far." The foxhound reluctantly looked away. He was a little regretful, as he seemed to have really set his sights on Chen Mo's things. "You have also been to Sargon. What were you doing there?"

"Do everything."

"Mercenary? Bounty hunter? Your habits are not like those of an ordinary person."

"Mercenary."

"Mercenaries are great. If I have the chance, I would also like to be a mercenary. It's so freeing."

She seemed to be yearning for it.

"It's not as good as you think. You'll understand when you go there. In fact, staying in Longmen is better than anywhere else."

Chen Mo watched the movie, and the fancy moves in it made him a little excited. Perhaps the existence of magic made this kind of close-range combat more exciting, but he still didn't believe in the so-called qi, just like the one in the hands of the protagonist in the movie. The colorful moves are the same.

I don’t know if Goudan has such ability.

"How about it? The three-dimensional effect is so strong. Isn't it great?" Foxhound pointed to the speakers next to the TV and asked: "The high notes are deep, the midrange is accurate, the bass is sweet, and I spent a lot of money to get them. The weather is perfect for sitting down." Enjoy the music quietly, want to give it a try?"

"If you don't mind."

Chen Mo did not refuse.

The foxhound stirred and the cigarette disappeared in the ashtray.

He stood up and walked to the TV cabinet.

After a while, he came back and sat next to Chen Mo.

The singing sounded.

(Who is knocking on my window)

(Who is playing the strings)

(The happy scene in my memory slowly emerged in my mind)

(The slowly falling light rain kept hitting my window...)

(Only the silent me thinks about the past from time to time)

(...)

The foxhound calmed down and sat up slightly.

Chen Mo turned his head sideways, and the foxhound closed his eyes and hummed softly along with the song. His side face was soft, and the tip of his index finger tapped his thigh gently. Chen Mo slowly relaxed.

The soft sound of raindrops hitting the window was melted into the soft singing and gentle light.

Chapter 5 Body

The rain in Longmen comes and goes quickly.

The sky darkened, and the neon lights of the distant city lit up, scattered in the hazy mist, making it difficult to see clearly.

After the heavy rain stopped, light rain fell.

They went out again, still without driving, holding two folding umbrellas, walking on the street at six o'clock in the evening. Foxhound put on a coat, with the unbuttoned shirt underneath.

Under the light of the street lamp, the lines of the face looked softer.

The lights are on.

He took Chen Mo to find a hotpot restaurant on the roadside. It was crowded with people, simple folding seats, plastic stools, noisy people, and surrounded by plastic curtains. The guests shouted and the boss responded busily.

Sewage flowing into the ditch on the street.

There are colorful neon signs not far away, and cars just drive by the street casually, and no one cares.

The umbrella was placed at my feet.

The table was covered with dishes, and the hot soup in the pot was steaming in the slight chill after the rain.

"I thought it was some high-end nightclub?"

"It's good to eat some, don't go too far." The foxhound picked up the bowl, blew on the picked up meat slices, dipped it in the sauce and put it in his mouth, slurring.

"This store has a very authentic taste. Try it. You probably won't have a chance to eat it outside."

"There are also restaurants in Yanguo in Colombia, but you know, foreigners have weird tastes." Chen Mo answered as he picked up a fish ball from the pot and took a bite like a fox terrier.

He was stunned for a moment, and an indescribable emotion suddenly filled his heart.

"how?"

"good."

"right."

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"Speaking of which, how long have you lived in Longmen?" Chen Mo asked.

"I am a local, and I have been living in Longmen, which is different from you." His chopsticks stirred in the soup, and after a while he picked up a piece of beef and signaled to Chen Mo.

Chen Mo stretched out his bowl.

"I haven't heard you talk about your family. I won't meet them when I come back."

"I have no family." Chen Mo replied. "Gone since childhood."

"orphan?"

"Correct."

"So we are the same." Foxhound smiled: "I don't have any family either, what's the matter with you?"

"You said you are a local, then you should know about the conflict between Longmen and Ursus more than ten years ago. The infected rushed to the streets. I became an orphan at that time. Later, the Guards Bureau calmed down the riot. The refugees and I They were placed in temporary resettlement camps from time to time, and finally transferred to an orphanage and adopted, and then went to Colombia."

"Then you became a mercenary?"

"Then I became a mercenary." Chen Mo said, looking up at the fox hound: "Is it time to talk about you?"

"I was around that time, and I had better luck than you. A relative in Longmen adopted me." Foxhound said, and Chopsticks kept asking: "Your adoptive parents were not good to you?"

"very good."

"Why would you want to be a mercenary if it's so good?"

"They died early. Not long after arriving in Colombia, they were involved in a terrorist attack. Their relatives divided their inheritance, and the bank repossessed the property, so I was kicked out again. I was 13 years old that year, so I followed the city. He went around and around with various gangs, and finally became a mercenary."

What Chen Mo said was from the information prepared for him by the Colombian Personnel Department.

"So you left Longmen when you were 13?"

"You're about the same age, I don't remember much." Chen Mo replied calmly, and then asked: "You haven't said anything about yourself yet. I guessed right that you are from the Guards Bureau."

"Yes, I am from the Guards Bureau. Do you know who sent me here?"

"You can probably guess some." Chen Mo said, "So you don't need to ask about the purpose of my coming back. You do what you should do, and I will do what I should do. If anything happens, it won't be your turn. "

"I think..." He sighed softly, looked at Chen Mo, and lowered his eyes slightly: "But you have to know, sometimes it's not up to us to decide whether it's our turn. Since you know who asked me You should understand that your current situation is not as stable as you think."

"My situation has never been stable." Chen Mo replied: "I became a mercenary when I was a teenager, carrying out tasks everywhere, and I have almost forgotten what stability is. I understand the meaning of the word danger. I don't care about my hands. One or two more lives, but it’s not worth it to you.”

"Ha, this is your confession, thank you."

Foxhound picked up the beer on the table.

Chen Mo touched him lightly.

The bitter liquid crossed the roaring room and then filled the air. Foxhound put down the wine bottle, and a trace of blush appeared on his fair face under the light.

"I'm from the Guards Bureau. No matter what, I have my own responsibilities, so I can't pretend that I didn't hear what I said just now."

"Are you going to arrest me? Officer."

"I don't have this right now."

"It doesn't mean there won't be one in the future." Chen Mo said, "You should understand that it's not safe for you to stay with me. You may lose your life at any time."

"I may also make great achievements and be promoted smoothly later."

"The premise is that you can survive until then. I am not from your Guards Bureau, Foxhound..." Chen Mo said calmly. "I'm not your colleague, nor your partner. You know nothing about me."

"That's why I sit in front of you." Foxhound looked at Chen Mo and said, "Longmen is too big. There are always places that the Guards Bureau can't control or can't control. Moreover, you won't really feel that you are close." Everyone in the Health Bureau must be innocent, Longmen is very big and prosperous, these things have dazzled many people’s eyes, making them unable to tell what they should do.”

"Is this what your boss means or what you think?"