Longmen Memoirs

She seemed to be giving an eviction order.

"Then take a break."

Maybe this is not the answer she wants, but Chen Mo can only give her this answer, based on their respective identities and their future and current positions.

Weena did not choose to go back to the bedroom. She lay on her side on the sofa and closed her eyes. Her breathing was very calm, as if she had fallen into sleep.

"Aren't you going back to the bedroom?"

"That's good." Wei Na replied with her eyes closed. "Do you feel uncomfortable having me here?"

"It's not like this has never happened before."

"Is it cold outside?" she asked again.

"If you want to go out, you'd better bring thick clothes and a scarf. I will prepare them for you." Chen Mo turned his head and glanced out the window: "It will snow heavily today."

"I'm not going out."

"Actually, it's okay to go out for a walk occasionally. Go see your city and don't forget it."

"No one wants to go anywhere. Although this city is very big, there are few places I am familiar with."

"Do you feel strange?"

"You will feel a little bit reluctant to leave." She said: "How did you feel when you left Longmen?"

"I don't remember, maybe it's because I'm reluctant to let go. I was too young at that time and can't remember too many things."

"What about after going back?"

"...Some familiar places are still there, and some are gone. It's very peaceful, as if I've been here before but never been here before. But everyone's feelings may be different. I don't have much attachment to Longmen."

"I'm different from you, Gurney. I grew up here. Until now, I have never left this city. When I was very young, I was taught how to do things, what to say, and how to use them. What expression, what attitude, because this is my city, my hometown, my... country."

When she said the last two words, her tone obviously paused.

"But apart from these, I know very little about this place. I don't know what the people here are thinking, what they hope for, or even what I can do for them. Isolate a street, but I don't I know what it is like there, live step by step, and try to make a sculpture or some kind of symbol that is appropriate in the eyes of others and that I also think it should be."

[- The tall sculpture makes people look up to it, but who cares whether the sculpture likes to stand there for the rest of its life? Because the sculpture never expresses dissatisfaction, everyone subconsciously thinks that she likes it.

"That must be very tiring?"

Chen Mo looked at Weina, who had her mouth shut and her eyes resting on his lap. He stretched out his hand to tuck the blanket for her. Weina shrank her shoulders slightly, and her long black hair was scattered on the back of Chen Mo's hand.

"Fortunately, I still feel like this sometimes, but for a while, I enjoyed it."

"How to say?"

"If I have to find an answer, it's probably that a child put a wreath on my head during a trip to attend." She said, "It's a very beautiful wreath, really beautiful. Although I knew it was done in advance. With a well-arranged process, you can’t help but feel happy in your heart.”

“Because I feel like everything I do is paying off.”

"As long as anything meaningful is recognized, even I will feel satisfied."

"Yeah, then don't forget it, wildcat."

Chen Mo seemed to have been lucky enough to experience this feeling once in the small town of Sargon. Chen Mo didn't know whether it was different from what Wei Na felt at that time. I think it did, but it was because of what he had done. The satisfaction of getting a reward is probably not much different.

"Gurney, have you ever had anyone you trust?" She suddenly asked: "I mean, the kind of person you can trust unconditionally."

“Trust itself is an expensive thing, and trusting others to trust yourself is even more difficult than trusting others.”

"A very cunning answer, the same as before."

Vina, who had her eyes closed, smiled slightly.

"Because I know that I am not a trustworthy person." Chen Mo said.

"I'm surprised that you are so sincere this time. Do you think there is no need to hide anything anymore?"

Wei Na asked. Although she already knew the answer in her heart, she still asked.

"Not hiding it is also a form of trust, isn't it?"

Chen Mo asked back.

Wei Na fell silent. After a few seconds, she opened her eyes and looked at Chen Mo. She was lying on her side on the sofa. Her golden eyes were calm, but she did not hide the increasingly obvious smile at the corner of her mouth.

"I should have guessed that you would say that," she said, and then asked, "Is it time for you to leave?"

"I'll leave when you fall asleep."

"That will probably take a long time."

"It's not bright yet, it doesn't matter if you wait a little longer."

"In that case, let's talk until I fall asleep."

"As ordered, Your Highness."

ps: There are a lot of subtexts in this chapter. Reading it twice more will give you a different feeling. Well, I didn’t mean it.

Chapter 75 Silently watching Chen Gui ([-]): Am I just going to have to watch you leave?

They were chatting indifferent words under the warm light of the fireplace. It was a cold night outside the window, with snowflakes falling along the diffuse light of the street lamp, and the cold wind gently beating on the window.

Ordinary and monotonous life, you may occasionally feel a little bored, but you will not hate it, because there is always someone who will talk to you about different topics every day, although sometimes they are similar, but because of his existence, you will not feel lonely. .

Weina was sleeping very quietly. She was lying on her side next to the sofa, pillowed on Chen Mo's legs. Her long black hair fell down, covering the side of her face, and then fell to her neckline. Her words gradually fell, but Weina didn't say anything for a long time. reply.

The room that suddenly became quiet seemed a little empty. Wei Na's gentle breathing mixed with the whistling wind outside the window reached Chen Mo's ears. Outside the half-open curtains, the sky outside the window was gray mist. It had snowed all night, and gradually the windows were covered with mist. A light frost mist condensed.

They chatted until dawn, but looking back now, it seemed like they had said nothing at all, and I couldn't remember exactly what I said to her.

Whether they know each other, or they don’t know, they can understand each other, or they can’t understand each other.From the urban area of ​​Victoria to the city of Letania [=

Londinium, Aska County, Rembilton, Gantry, Columbia, Rutland, Kazdaele, Nijo Castle.

He had been to many places in the short first half of his life, and spent most of his time living a wandering life. Following Heigang's footsteps, he had not been able to find a destination for himself since the fire in Longmen.

As for Wei Na, she spent the first half of her life closely following the planned itinerary. Just when she thought she had just set foot on this road, the road suddenly collapsed in front of her eyes.

I can’t tell whether it is good or bad, but whether it is good or bad generally depends on how the parties concerned view it.And like Wei Na now, at least she has accepted this fact and is trying her best to... live.

Chen Mo thought of that time. At that time, he simply wanted to live. Because he was not ready to die, he wanted to live. Apart from living, he could no longer find any reason to feel calm. Leaving this not-so-good world behind.

It is true that Vina is a different person from herself, but sometimes, they can see their past selves in each other.

That cowardly, cowardly kid who tried to hide in an empty cubicle.

Chen Mo stood up and covered her with the blanket that had fallen to the floor.

"Try not to have nightmares."

He said softly, lifted the long box under the table, and was about to turn around, but found that his hand was being held.

When she turned her head, Wei Na had already opened her eyes.

"Did I fall asleep? Sorry." There was a rare weakness in her voice.

"I woke you up. What I told may be boring to you. I have never been a good storyteller."

"No, it's very interesting." Wei Na shook her head and said: "I would also like to see with my own eyes the places you mentioned, the Qiantallin in Letania, the snacks and festivals in Longmen, and the Cherry blossoms and shrines.”

"I thought you were asleep?"

"I just closed my eyes and rested for a while." She explained, her eyes lowered again, staring at the long box in Chen Mo's hand.

"Are you going?"

Chen Mo saw a flash of reluctance in those eyes, but it was quickly subsided, and it was so brief that people thought it was an illusion.

The time was nine o'clock in the morning, 10 minutes had passed since Fox's first message. Chen Mo did not reply, and Fox did not continue to call again, but Chen Mo could see Fox's car parked downstairs from the window.

"yes."

Weina looked away with a slight smile. The smile felt a bit forced. She released her hand holding Chen Mo's arm and waved to him gently.

"I'll wait for you to come back."

"That might be late."

"I'll keep waiting."

Chen Mo hesitated and answered after a few seconds.

"……it is good."

Chen Mo nodded, but when he moved that hand away, his heart suddenly felt lighter, but soon, an indescribable nostalgia emerged.

This should have been a very contradictory feeling, but at this moment it clearly filled his heart.

"gone."

Chen Mo said, opened the door and walked out of the room.

Vina kept watching him leave, and she didn't look back until the door closed softly.

So when Chen Mo failed to notice, those beautiful and calm golden pupils gradually dimmed.

"I don't have any good reason to keep you, right?"

Her voice rang softly in the room, echoing where only she could hear it. Although she had tried what she could, she ultimately did not have the courage to cross the gap between them. Her mission and responsibility transcend everything that Aslan's identity has inherited from her.

Desperate is always a too beautiful word, but who can really ignore it for someone?Even if she could, she wouldn't be able to drag down those who follow her.

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Chen Mo could understand that he had no expectations and he would not allow it.

After all, they are not just teenagers in their 20s who do things based on their will.

The sentence "I will always wait" is enough. For many years, Chen Mo has lived for this sentence.

Even if he wants to keep chatting and find a seemingly lame excuse, there will always be a moment to leave after dawn.

Vina stood up from the sofa, turned her head and glanced at the bright sky outside the window. The snow was heavy, just like when she walked out of the bedroom, she was barefoot,

Holding the blanket, Vina opened the bedroom door.

After another soft sound rang out in the quiet room, the only sound left was the sound of the wind hitting the window.

The book seemed to have been forgotten and fell on the coffee table in the living room. The sky gradually became brighter. A ray of light passed through the window and fell on the cover of the book. The heroine in a Victorian dress slowly walked in from the steps. The garden, before her eyes, was a world of colorful flowers.

When Chen Mo saw the foxhound again, he was sitting in the driver's seat of the car, wearing a thick coat. Compared with yesterday, the fox was wearing a black woolen scarf.

The fox smiled and waved to him through the car window.

"The weather here is much colder than over there in Longmen."

This was the first complaint Chen Mo heard from her after getting in the car. Then, he noticed the paper bag placed in front of the passenger seat.

"Are you hungry? It's your breakfast." The fox said, "I don't know what you like to eat. There is nothing delicious here."

It's just a joke about Victoria's food.

Chen Mo opened the bag and found a cardboard box inside. To his surprise, he thought the foxhound would buy the food he was complaining about, or just a few pieces of bread, but no.

Chen Mo turned his head and glanced at her.

"Hey, what's that expression on your face?" Fox's hand on the steering wheel loosened, and a very unhappy smile appeared on his face, "The things I made are not that hard to swallow, right?"

There were only neatly stacked egg tarts, fried eggs and a cup of rice porridge that was still warm.

"Come to practice it for me?"

"As it should be."

"How is it?" asked the fox, "I have been studying for a long time."

"Do you still have this time?"

"What do you think I do, arresting people on the street every day with handcuffs and weapons?" Fox made a joke. “It’s time to take some time out to do the things you like once in a while.”

"It's very good. With this skill, you can consider opening a morning tea shop when you retire. The business will be very good."

Chen Mo's sincere evaluation, but the taste of Longmen in his mouth may be the last time in his life.

The fox is always deeply rooted in people's hearts.

"Is it that good?" Fox seemed a little surprised.

"Believe it or not."