Longmen Memoirs

Wolper had no intention of opening the door. She just fell into a brief memory, but she didn't know what she should recall. The spots where the sunlight fell through the shadows of the trees were like that summer many years ago.

The parting that summer, the meeting that summer, Wolper who was taught a terrible lesson that summer, the candy that summer, the fox cub who finally learned to write his own name over and over again that summer.

That summer dog.

He was so innocent and cheerful at that time. He always had many fantasies. He did not accept his fate. He wanted to realize them one by one.

In the summer, there were homeless fox cubs and dogs. They depended on each other for life. They thought they depended on each other for life, but things in the world were unpredictable. She spent ten years searching in this dragon gate, and she never thought of giving up.

Although she didn't know what she was looking for, maybe the memory should stay there, in the best time, rather than find an unsatisfactory ending.

"Is there something wrong with you?"

The nun in front of her has a gentle face, and she can tell that she is old. Otherwise, where would the wrinkles on her eyelids come from? There are some mottled white hair on her temples, mixed with black.

She is so old that time can easily take away her youth, and her best years are reserved for this orphanage and the children in this orphanage.

"Ms. Teresa?"

Wolper asked, and her words made the nun unable to conceal her surprise. She opened her mouth slightly and looked at the fox's young face, but she couldn't remember when she had seen this grown-up child there.

"You are……"

The children gathered curiously behind the nun and looked at the young man in front of them.

"You don't know me, but I know you. I am Chen Mo's friend. Chen Mo, do you remember? The boy who came here ten years ago."

The fox's words were soft and reminded with a gentle smile.

"Chen Mo? Chen..."

The nun was stunned. Ten years could change many things, but it could not change a mother who regarded all orphans as her own children. It could not change the memories of the three children who were so clear in the orphanage at that time.

"Are you Xiao Chen's friend?" Ms. Teresa looked at the fox, "How is Xiao Chen doing now? I haven't heard from the child for a long time."

"He's doing well, madam." The fox lied: "He asked me to come back and take a look. By the way, he may have left some things behind. I'll take them away for him."

"Stuff? Yes, Xiao Chen left some things behind. He left in such a hurry that he didn't even have time to say goodbye to his friends." Ms. Teresa said regretfully, opening the rusty iron door and opening it. The door made a squeaking sound, and the children looked at the world outside the wall and the dragon gate in the distance.

The urban area is so prosperous, so prosperous that it dazzles people's eyes and makes them lose their direction.

"come in."

The fox crossed the iron gate, and she was finally able to see clearly the small orphanage and the place where they lived after they were separated. His memories were left here.

The memories that made her envious and regretful, her lowered hands slowly retracted into the bag, the bright sunshine shone on her body, and accompanied by the rustling of the leaves in the breeze, everything was so warm and peaceful.

"You..." Ms. Teresa didn't know how to address this girl who claimed to be Xiao Chen's friend.

Yes, girl, even though she has short shoulder-length hair and wears neutral clothing, Ms. Teresa can still see through her gender at a glance. She is very young. If Xiao Chen is still here, she should be like her. Big.

"Su Li, just call me Xiao Su."

The fox cub followed behind Ms. Teresa. She saw the messy graffiti on the walls of the orphanage and the cuts on the flower windows last winter. She followed curiously and timidly to look at her, a stranger's child.

She also saw other nuns, whom she could name, but she didn't recognize them.

The records on the Guards Bureau's paper are always rigid and monotonous, and cannot describe people's emotions and desires.

"After Xiao Chen left, Xiao Ta and her sister also left here. I have never seen them again. Only half a year ago, the child named Hui Jie came back once. She took away what Xiao Chen and the others left behind. some items.”

Ms. Teresa said as she walked, the sunlight passed through the stickers on the flower window and cast some projections of stickers on the wall, which looked interesting and ridiculous.

"Are you a friend Xiao Chen met outside?"

"We have known each other for a long time," the fox replied. "a long time."

"It's been like this... maybe it's been too long. I can't remember clearly. That child has always been very strong. He's not as strong as a child. He doesn't like to talk, and he's never been as weak as other children. Maybe it's because of this. I neglected him a lot."

"The Hui Jie and Xiao Ta you mentioned are his friends he met here?"

"They are very good friends." Ms. Teresa stopped in front of a door, took out the key and opened the door: "I still remember Xiao Chen, Xiao Ta and Hui Jie when we were here. They were together all the time. , I think they should have grown up together, they were so happy at that time."

Lady Teresa opened the door and turned her back to the fox.

"He didn't mention it again, did he?"

"No."

"That's it." Ms. Teresa sighed.

Ms. Teresa's room is not big, with a thin single bed, folded quilt, bookshelf, old-fashioned file cabinet, desk and wooden chair at the bedside, and a lamp on the desk.

There are photos on the wall in front of the lamp, photos of children and nuns, as well as outside volunteers and volunteers, and everyone has a smile on their face.

The orphanage took down its decorations representing gods, but no one dared to say that it was no longer sacred.

"Please sit down and wait a moment."

Ms. Teresa moved the chair. The restraint of the room seemed to indicate the embarrassment of life in this orphanage. After all, not many people would care about such a remote orphanage. It was just an orphanage that failed to register its name in the municipal government of Longmen. Head of civil society organizations.

Relying on social relief and the maintenance of the nuns, and occasionally having children come back, years of savings have been squandered in this inability to make ends meet.

"Thank you."

The fox sat down.

Ms. Teresa opened the file cabinet next to the old bookshelf and rummaged around. After a while, she took out a small paper box. The fox watched her open the paper box. Inside the paper box was another small iron box with candy printed on it. The pattern has long been mottled and rusty.

"The things the children left here, I have been growing up all these years【/

But after so many years, few people come back.

Ms. Teresa handed the box in her hand to the fox. The smile on her face caused the wrinkles at the corners of her eyes. The fox put it on her lap and reached out to open it.

"Actually, you haven't seen Xiao Chen for a long time, Miss Su."

Ms. Theresa's words suddenly made the fox stop. Her fingers rested on the edge of the iron box. She raised her head and looked at Ms. Theresa.

"Although that kid always hides things in his heart, I know that if he lets you come back, it means that he has not forgotten what happened back then. He has always been like this, looking cold, but feeling nostalgic more than anyone else, and no one else. They are all afraid of losing.”

"I..." The fox's words stopped on his lips, because Ms. Teresa's eyes were so gentle, gentle and warm, making the lies he subconsciously wanted to say choked in his throat.

"Then why did you give it to me?"

"You are here for Xiao Chen, Miss Su. Even if Xiao Chen did something outside, he shouldn't have been left hanging for so long. I can see that you have no ill intentions. These things he left behind must be left by someone after all. Taken away." Ms. Teresa said: "When Xiao Chen first came here, he would write a letter every once in a while. He never sent it out and kept it in a drawer. I think he didn't take these away, so he should have kept them. For you, he doesn’t really look like a kid, but in all these years, he is the most special kid I’ve ever met.”

The fox was stunned.

She looked at Ms. Teresa's gentle eyes, but she didn't know what to say. She just pinched the edge of the iron box tightly with her fingers, as if recalling the childish joke in the resettlement camp.

That was really a joke, because the fox did not receive any letter later, and all the information was lost in the sea, and it was unknown.

[Fox cub, have you ever thought about what you want to do in the future? 】

[I said I would help you. Wherever you are, I am. 】

【Do you know what marriage is?Please, you are a man. 】

[Don't be afraid, fox cub, don't be afraid, I'm with you. 】

[Listen to me, when people die, they will turn into stars and look at you in the sky. When you think about it, just look up at the stars. I tell you, the brightest one is called the Big Dipper. No matter you No matter how far you go, it will take you home. 】

The fox has never heard of the Big Dipper, nor has the name of the star been called the Big Dipper. When he was a child, he would always say something that others could not understand.

There is no Big Dipper in this land, so naturally nothing can bring him back.

Of course he was lost, in this desolate land.

The fox hugged the iron box and left the orphanage in a daze. She walked along the road in her memory. The gate was too small, so she reached the end before sunset.

The sea of ​​clouds is rolling, the mountains are towering, and the sun is setting late. The wilderness outside Longmen is vast, unfamiliar, and confusing.

It was time to wake up from her dream, but she didn't want to wake up.

Chapter 14 Long Street Night Fight

The dark night of March 1090, 3 in the Crystal Age

Chen Mo found Hua Wei and found that the hidden headphones provided by Foxhound were more useful than imagined.

Thousands of figures filled an empty street in the lower city.

Three groups of people stood opposite, and beside Chen Mo stood Hua Wei dressed in black.

The sound of the raindrops on the black umbrella was like a drum beat, the splashing water wet the trousers, and the black leather boots reflected the neon lights in the water.

"Didn't I hear that you are coming too?" Chen Mo turned his head and looked at Hua Wei beside him. He had not heard Hua Wei mention before that he also wanted to participate in this competition.

Hanao held an umbrella with one hand, with a frivolous expression under her black suit. She flicked the cigarette between her fingertips, and the sparks were submerged in the cold rain before they could fly.

"How could I not come? The other side chose my place. If I didn't come, I wouldn't have to hang out in Longmen."

He glanced at Chen Mo, and then his eyes fell on the tall ghost woman standing at the front 20 meters away.

"Is she the ghost sister?" Chen Mo asked.

"I don't know." Chen Mo shook his head, remembering the video of Sister Gui's one-on-one boxing ring that Hua Wei showed him before, the boxers who were knocked down with one punch.

Chen Mo is only good at killing people.

"Then you have to follow me closely." Hanao chuckled and threw the cigarette butt to the ground.

The committee member holding an umbrella slowly walked out of the middle of the long street. Chen Mo saw Lin Yuxia's figure. She looked at the crowds on both sides. Hua Wei walked out of the group behind her seriously, and the ghost sister on the opposite side also stepped in front of Lin Yuxia.

What does this mean? Be polite first and then fight.

Chen Mo couldn't hear what they were saying. The rain was so heavy that it seemed like it was about to drown out the sounds here.

He was holding an umbrella, like a new gangster.

"Did you see it?" Chen Mo lowered his voice.

"It's clear." Foxhound's voice sounded in the earphones.

Chen Mo raised his head. In the dark sky, except for the street lights, everything was dim, dim light and shadow.

"Where are you?"

"Raise your head and look to the left, the third window from the bottom."

Chen Mo raised his head and counted down to the third window. The window there was closed and there was no light at all.

"You don't really think I'm hiding somewhere, do you?" Foxhound's laughter soon sounded.

He probably saw Chen Mo's actions, so he deliberately taunted him.

In the sniper scope of the gun, the crosshair was aimed at the cold-looking black-haired man under the umbrella below. The foxhound's finger rested lightly on the edge of the trigger, and the raindrops were densely connected into a thread.

"Snake, there is one more thing I forgot to ask you."

"You said."

Chen Mo lowered his head and lit the cigarette in his mouth, raindrops dripping from the sheaths of his swords.

"Has there ever been anyone or anything you can't forget?"

"Why do you ask that all of a sudden?"

"It's nothing."

"Are you curious again?"

"Just think of it as curiosity." The foxhound's index finger pressed on the trigger, and the face in the sniper scope slowly enlarged.

"I thought our relationship hadn't reached this level yet."

Hua Wei came back, nodded to Chen Mo, and then waved. The person on the side handed him a long knife. He pulled out the long knife and threw the scabbard to the ground.

"Let me teach you one more thing, Ah Mo." Hua Wei swung her long knife, and the ghost sister opposite raised a large, sharp triangular shield: "There is a saying in Xiacheng District, which is that life and death are determined by fate, and wealth is in the sky. If you want to be here, If you want to get ahead in Longmen, you have to risk your life, are you afraid?"

"It's no different from the boxing ring, isn't it? Brother Huawei."

Chen Mo threw away the cigarette and took out the silver heavy knife and Chi Xiao from the scabbard.

"Haha, you guys are really to my liking." Hua Wei laughed and turned his back to Chen Mo: "If I am lucky enough not to die this time, I will recognize you as my brother. From now on, I, Hua Wei, will Half of it is half of you."

"Then...thank you, Brother Huawei." Chen Mo smiled happily.

The black umbrella fell to the ground, the narrow black sky above the head, the long street sandwiched between two rows of buildings, the grievances in the lower city were clear, and the gangs in the lower city were fighting.

Chixiao is too light, light and sharp, and the heavy knife is too heavy, so heavy that it is no longer easy to use. Only the touch of tearing flesh and blood, that clear feeling, the blood splashing in the heavy rain, and the scarlet dispersed in the water vapor can It makes people feel a little familiar.

The grievances in the land of Longmen have their own way of resolving the grievances. The dignitaries in Shangcheng District will not care about the petty profits of a group of people who are struggling to survive, but these petty profits are worth fighting for with their lives.