Longmen Memoirs

"Am I wrong? Didn't she come to the orphanage just for fun? She is standing here, but she doesn't know how our lives and hers can be the same in the future!!! Isn't it true that a young lady from a wealthy family just comes out to have fun? Son."

"I beat you!"

Snapped--

Chen Mo covered his face. It hurt. There were red palm prints on his face. Chen Mo walked away angrily.

"Why do you want to make Chen angry on purpose?"

"I'm just telling the truth."

"Does it hurt?" Tallulah gently touched the side of Chen Mo's beaten face in a distressed yet funny tone.

Chen Mo showed an ugly smile.

"It hurts so much." Chen Mo said pitifully, covering his face.

"You deserve it." She cursed with a smile that still contained tears that had not yet dried up.

"Chen Mo is a liar."

She suddenly felt less sad.

Chen Mo always messed up things, so much so that Chen Hui hated him so much later, but he was not a child and could not deal with it like a child.

That's good, at least it won't be too uncomfortable when she comes to her senses.

Even in adult society, there is so much helplessness, not to mention that she is just a child now.

There are enough sad people in the world, so stop making fun of them.

Chapter 33 I never thought of leaving without saying goodbye ([-])

Chen got into the car.

The man in the car watched the angry Chen come out and slam the door shut.

She came out alone today.

The man expected that Chen would have a sad face because she was about to say goodbye to the child.

But what surprised him was that he didn't see much sadness on Chen's face. On the contrary, it was anger, or rather anger.

"Are you angry?" He looked at Chen in the rearview mirror.

Chen sat on the back seat with his hands folded.

"That bastard Chen Mo!" Chen Mo didn't hesitate much. Rather, she wanted to vent her unhappiness. She squeezed her fingers hard, as if she had that hateful person in her hands.

He was going to be crushed to death.

"Idiot, bastard, bastard!"

"Chen Mo is the name of the child who often sends you out?" He wanted to confirm.

"it's him!"

"He." The man thought of something, and a flash of nostalgia flashed in his eyes: "He is really the same as the one printed from the same mold."

The same as careful as hair, the same astuteness, the same love of doing stupid things, the same asking for trouble.

"Do you know him?" Chen asked.

"I don't know." The nostalgia in the man's eyes disappeared.

"Why do you say that if I don't know you?"

"Stop talking about this, Chen." The man started the car. "You shouldn't have sneaked out. This time you did too much. Your father is very angry."

Chen's expression froze, and after a few seconds, she looked out the car window with deep hatred on her face.

"...That man, he is not worthy of being my father."

"No matter what he did, after all, he is your father and you are his daughter. This is an unchangeable fact."

Chen gritted his teeth and said nothing.

Night of December 1079, 12 in the Crystal Age/Rain

It rained heavily, and the drifting rainstorm was mixed with rumbling waves.

The orphanage lost power during the heavy rain.

The city's electricity cannot take care of such a remote corner. Even if the people crowded here are the poor people in this city, even so, pity cannot be exchanged for anything. How many such poor people are there in this city? .

They cannot afford to pay any electricity bills, develop any resources, or create any value. They can only drift in the wind and give away some favors that the city does not want, and they must be grateful for this.

The light of the candles can give people a little peace of mind in the heavy rain. The swaying candles cast overlapping shadows one after another on the walls of the orphanage covered with small paper flowers. The nuns and children crowded together. In the gentle singing of Ms. Teranza, they relied on each other's warmth.

The children's singing was very soft, masked by the heavy rain outside the window, but it never stopped.

No one wants to let the singing stop, because after it stops, the only sounds left in the ears are the cold sound of rain and the terrifying thunder.

Tallulah curled up in Chen Mo's arms, and Chen Mo held her gently. She held Chen Mo's hand tightly, and Chen Mo could feel the warmth in her palm.

They softly echoed Ms. Teranza's singing, and Tallulah's voice echoed gently in front of Chen Mo, slowly reaching his ears.

They were grateful for each other's existence, which was enough to make each other feel at ease, but how long this peace of mind would last, Chen Mo didn't know. He only knew that he was unwilling to let such a voice stop, and hoped that it would continue to flow until One day, Tallulah no longer needed herself. She could stand alone in the wind and rain, face the violent storm in the sky, and show a sarcastic smile under the lightning and thunder.

Chen Mo was probably looking forward to that day, but also had to think selfishly, hoping that Tallulah could rely on him like she did now.

It was she who made Chen Mo find the meaning of his existence in this world again. She opened the door, and they gave each other to each other.

Ms. Kamiya found Chen Mo, just like when she found Chen that day.

In this orphanage, Ms. Kamiya is the most prestigious person. She is always serious and has an unchanging face. Chen Mo has only seen the smile on her face that is trying to tame at Christmas, so even in the orphanage, The most naughty children, even Chen, Chen Mo, and Tallulah, did not dare to make fun of her at will.

Unlike the fat and amiable Ms. Lan Min, none of them dared to imagine how terrifying that serious face would look when it really became angry. It would probably be the same, or maybe, a smile would appear.

Chen Mo was unwilling to take risks because of this curiosity.

"What's the matter? Ms. Kamiya."

Chen Mo and Tallulah stopped singing and looked at her in confusion. Ms. Kamiya looked down at us. There was no change in her face, which was obscured by swaying shadows in the dim candlelight.

Chen Mo suddenly had a bad feeling.

"follow me!"

Chen Mo followed Ms. Kamiya out of the hall. Tallulah wanted to follow us, but Ms. Kamiya stared back, so she had to stand there at a loss. She quietly reached out and grabbed the corner of Chen Mo's clothes.

Chen Mo saw the hesitation and uneasiness on her face.

Ms. Kamiya stopped. She did not stop Chen Mo and Tallulah.

"It's okay, I'll be back soon." Chen Mo said softly.

She shook her head, but stubbornly pulled on Chen Mo's clothes. Ren Jiu was unwilling to let go. Chen Mo rarely saw her so persistent.

He glanced at Ms. Kamia, stretched out his hand, pulled Talulah's hand from his clothes, and put his hand on her head.

"You count to a hundred, and I'll be back after a hundred, I promise."

Chen Mo let go.

Tallulah watched his leaving figure, getting further and further away.

He left her alone in the shadow of the candlelight, thinking that there were many people who could accompany her so that she would not feel lonely, but he forgot that in Tallulah's eyes, he was the only one.

You thought she was a princess and could own the whole world, but she thought that just you and Chen were her whole world.

Chen Mo followed Ms. Kamiya's footsteps farther and farther, into the real darkness, into the violent storm, and into the wandering life of more than ten years.

Chen Mo did not ask Ms. Kamiya, but just followed her footsteps. Both of them were silent, because Chen Mo knew that Ms. Kamiya would not hurt him. If she really wanted to do this, he would not survive today.

In the orphanage, only Ms. Kamiya feels like she shouldn't belong here. You feel that her character reflects her ambitions and should be higher than this. The orphanage cannot trap such people.

At the door, Ms. Kamiya handed an umbrella to Chen Mo and pointed in the direction outside the door.

In the heavy rain, the familiar car was parked outside the iron gate of the orphanage. The pale car lights pierced the rain curtain. The man was waiting there quietly with a black umbrella.

Ms. Kamiya said nothing more. She was a person of few words. She turned around and walked back to the orphanage along the way she came.

Chen Mo held the black umbrella in his hand and stared at the person standing over there through the rain curtain.

He came to find him, Chen Mo suddenly had this idea in his mind, but whether he should go there or not, Chen Mo couldn't make a choice for a while.

But it actually doesn’t matter whether you get through it or not.

At least not to him.

But Chen Mo felt that if he didn't go there, he might lose something. That was the car carrying Chen Lai, that was the past shared by Chen and Talulah, and that was inextricably linked to them.

And now, he's involved.

Chen Mo opened the umbrella, and the raindrops hit the top of the umbrella like the beat of a drum. It quickly pulled out a long rain line along the edge of the umbrella, and the rain splashed on his trouser legs.

The night wind was colder than expected.

Chen Mo saw his appearance clearly. He really looked like a lion. The hand holding the umbrella was wearing a pair of black leather gloves. The rainwater splashed on the glove and solidified into a point.

Chapter 34 I never thought of leaving without saying goodbye ([-])

[My brother Wei Yanwu respectfully declares:

My brother respectfully expresses his gratitude.

Yesterday I received a letter from my brother. I have been away from him for nearly ten years. As the seasons pass, I miss you very much. I only hope that my brother will be healthy and healthy.

My brother is already aware of the things mentioned in his letter. My brother is the capital of a city, his homeland is peaceful for the people, he has the ability to rejuvenate the country and secure it, and he has the ambition to protect the land and build the country. I will follow my brother as an example.

At that time, my parents were old and frail, my wife was weak and they had young children. My brother believed that it was his duty to be a military guard, to care about his family and country, to protect the country and the people, and to be loyal to the king. It was the duty of a soldier, so he could not follow his wishes. It was his fault. .

In July last year, there was a sudden change in Shenjing, and many people were implicated. Fortunately, I relied on the help of Mr. Zhao Heng, the imperial censor, and my wife and elders were also running around at home, so I was not able to go to jail. Unfortunately, I was old in Gaotang and was burdened by my brother. The moon is suddenly approaching this difficult time, the early cold is approaching, and I am exhausted mentally and physically. I have already returned, and I feel unbearable grief. Now that I have recovered from my slight illness, my family is in peace and quiet. I can comfort you by chatting with you. I hope you will not miss me.

My younger brother is a soldier and failed to fulfill his duty to be loyal to the king and the country. My younger brother is a son of a man and cannot fulfill his duty of filial piety to his parents. My younger brother is a husband and has failed to take care of the family and the children.

Every time I think about this, I feel ashamed.

Now King Wu is imprisoned in the northern border. He does not care about state affairs, and all the military guards have taken off their armor. The realm of Shenjing has changed. Times have changed. The collapse of the towers and pavilions is also an illusion. The temples are high and the officialdom is difficult. I think of the things mentioned in my brother's letter. , my brother is very grateful.

I have decided to move my family to Longmen. If I don't think my mediocre talent is mediocre, I should do my best as a brother.

The book is short but has a long meaning, this poem is about Sui.

Shijie's brother's handwriting

Dayan March 21st. 】

Office of the Chief Executive.

A rich smell of tobacco filled the resplendent attic. An orange-haired man wearing a coat sat behind a large office chair, his coat slid down his shoulders, his deep eyes looking through the tall floor-to-ceiling windows.

Outside the window was the Dragon Gate in the darkness, the lights of the city shining brightly into his eyes.

The most powerful man in the city stared out the window like this, tapping the knuckles of his left hand lightly on the armrest of the seat, holding a piece of yellowed letter paper between his fingertips, with faintly scrawled writing, and the pipe in his right hand followed. The smoke rose and fell again and again.

He seemed to be deep in thought, but no one had ever really looked into his heart.Some people want to die, while others don't dare.

He held the city in his own hands, and built a thick city wall there with his own hands. The city walls were guarded by gun formations and fortifications, so that no one dared to go deeper.

But he wasn't supposed to be like this.

The night of April 1076, 12 in the Crystal Age

It snowed heavily at night because today is Christmas, but for everyone here, this Christmas was not a good one.

"The commando team is on standby, sir!"

"We can't attack by force! I don't agree! Wei Yanwu, you'd better understand who the people inside are!"

He was so anxious that he had not yet completely taken the city into his hands. He had to face many difficulties, just like the hero in front of him who had been in Longmen for many years. His tough attitude caused many of his plans to come to a halt.

This is an opportunity, but at the same time, why not be a challenge? If he makes the wrong move, his years of accumulation in Longmen will probably collapse like tired eggs, but he has no choice, because this should be his responsibility.

"Chief Wei! The kidnappers just proposed negotiations! Inspector Chen went in alone!"

"Why did you come to report now!" He paused, and his ferocious look made the police officer who reported the report stunned, and he subconsciously took two steps back.

"Tell him to come back and stop him immediately! Guard! Guard!... This idiot! How dare he, how dare he!"

His hand hit the big table hard, shaking up the documents on the table and falling to the floor in a mess.