Longmen Memoirs

He had actually guessed the truth, but despite this, he didn't feel too much trouble in his heart. He just felt a little lost. He had played the child for a long time and gradually accepted his identity, but suddenly something happened. One day someone told me that this body had lost its father, and there would inevitably still be a gap.

They reached out and touched Chen Mo's head, with a smile on their tired faces.

"Are you home alone?"

"Mom is here too." Chen Mo said as his mother came from behind.

"Sister-in-law..." They opened their mouths to say something, but the words failed to come out. Chen Mo noticed that his mother shook her head.

She seemed to anticipate something.

"Xiao Mo, can you go back to the room first?" With a smile on her face, she gently touched Chen Mo's face.

The cold touch and the trembling under pressure.

Chen Mo suddenly understood something.

"Oh."

He walked back to the room, and the bedroom door slowly closed, but he stopped the moment he closed the door, turned around and quietly opened the door a crack.

They stood at the door, and Chen Mo heard the conversation slowly reaching his ears.

"Sister-in-law, I'm sorry, Brother Chen... died. I'm sorry, we couldn't bring Brother Chen back." They all knelt on the ground, lowered their heads and held up a scarred police badge in the palm of their hands.

The mother stretched out her hand tremblingly and picked up the police badge. She covered her mouth and tears silently fell down her eyes.

Chen Mo knew why she didn't cry. She had always been strong.Maybe she had already guessed that this day would come, or maybe she was already prepared when she married that man.

In fact, my relationship with that man was not very deep. He came to this world when he was five years old, entered this body like a dove, and only met that man briefly a few times. He was a man who did not love his family. A man who doesn't love his family doesn't mean he doesn't cherish his family, but he has more important responsibilities on his shoulders. His shoulders are not broad, so he has to choose this way of life.

He would come back occasionally and spend most of his time running around outside. The city was not peaceful at first. On the contrary, it was always full of contradictions and full of unrest.And these force them to solve it.

Chen Mo originally thought that he would be a serious or even taciturn person. This was due to the feeling he gave Chen Mo when he first saw him. But on the contrary, he always had a lot of smiles on his face when he looked at his family, maybe it was just Because of the superficial scar on the corner of his eye and his always frowning brow, he had this illusion.

It's just that this illusion may have become a memory now.

Chen Mo didn't dare to look any further. He gently closed the door, careful not to disturb the woman by making any noise.

Yes, after all, he is such a responsible person, deeply loved and disturbing, and it does not surprise me that he will get such an ending.

But Chen Mo didn't know why, his breathing became a little stagnant. He leaned on the door and raised his head to look at the sky outside the window. The bright sunshine was obviously a sunny afternoon, but it was so gloomy and depressing.

Dinner was normal, as if nothing had happened.

But Chen Mo always noticed that her mother who was standing in the kitchen had been distracted. The soup in the pot was already boiling and overflowing on the table. She didn't notice until Chen Mo reached out and pulled the corner of her clothes.

The soup was very salty and hard to swallow.But to this day, he still couldn't remember how he drank all the salty and bitter soup in the pot.

He just kept paying attention to his mother but never took a bite. She sat across from the dining table and stared blankly at the door, as if someone would come in from there. She opened the door carefully and walked to the dining table and reached out unruly. He grabs the food on the plate and only smiles stupidly until he is scolded.

But they came back from outside last night, carrying the groceries they bought, passing by the decorated Christmas tree and the gorgeous lights on the street, and preparing dinner all afternoon, but they didn't wait until the man opened the door and came back.

He will never come back again.

After dinner, there wasn't much talk, and my mother didn't say another word, but the way she looked at Chen Mo made Chen Mo subconsciously want to dodge.

Chen Mo hurriedly returned to the house, failing to see what this woman was going to do next. He knew that he should comfort her, but where to start, so as not to make her even more sad and painful.

He climbed into bed without taking off his shoes and covered himself with the quilt, hoping that it would still be good weather when he woke up tomorrow. When he opened the door, he could see his mother busy preparing breakfast.

But he still couldn't fall asleep. As soon as he closed his eyes, the figures of the two people opening the door and the eyes of his mother looking at him after dinner would appear in front of him.

So he quietly got up from the bed, as if it were daytime, and opened the door with a guilty conscience.

It was already very late, there was light snow outside the window, and the lights in the living room were turned off. But under the dim light of the street lights outside the window, Chen Mo saw a figure sitting in front of the sofa in the living room. She covered her mouth tightly, trembling shoulders, and stopped crying. Uncontrollably dripping from the corners of his eyes, suppressed cries sounded in the dim living room. There was a gray police badge on the coffee table in the living room, just like the person who had become gray and the life of another person who was getting darker.

Chen Mo's heart suddenly throbbed, and he wanted to reach out and close the door several times, but the suppressed crying became clearer in his ears, making his hands seem to stiffen and he could no longer move an inch.

But he had to do something to make himself feel at ease.

He walked up to her and wanted to open his mouth to say something, but before he could open his mouth, his mother hugged him.

Hot tears wet Chen Mo's collar.

This woman lost the most important person in her life today.

Chen Mo suddenly understood that he actually didn't need to say anything, he didn't need to open his mouth, he just had to stand here, and to her, it was the gentlest and most powerful words in the world.

Chen Mo gently reached out and hugged her shoulders.

Maybe it was just this action that seemed to open a flood gate, and then came the torrential flood, as if it was about to drown people.

She cried, her cries getting louder and more heartbreaking.

As a result, Chen Mo had a desire to cry, but he still didn't. Tears came to his eyes. He looked up at the cracked marks on the ceiling and tried to press them back into his eyes.

He couldn't cry. If he cried, there would be one more sad person in the world.

Tears will never fill the lack in her heart, and she becomes the last pillar of her life in this world.

ps: Reset version 1.0, the plot content has been modified, the plot logic has been modified, the story structure has been modified, the character dialogue has been improved, the character's past has been improved, a resettlement camp, an orphanage, and the Black Steel International plot have been added. In short, it is considered to be detailed. Let’s take a look.

Chapter 2 Lament

Three days later, there was a funeral.

In the easternmost part of this mobile city, all the fallen police officers are sleeping here. In this land of Longmen, where every inch of land is precious, it is difficult to find a large area of ​​extra land to use as a cemetery. Most people are dead after death. It became a handful of light ashes, but when the man died, there were no ashes, as if he had never been in this world.

This is also good, a lot less sadness.

Very few people came, in twos and threes, holding black umbrellas in the pattering rain. They put down the box containing his clothes, buried a handful of earth, and then forgot about one person.

But how to forget it?

I rushed through this world, met some people, and did some things. After I buried that light box, those people and those things became the past.

Only a few people still remember that such a person once appeared in the world, remember his voice and smile, and remember what he said, and then it becomes thinner and dim little by little with time. When even they die, the world will really be a mess. There is no more him.

People slowly left in twos and threes, and in the end, only two people were left standing here, looking at the filled soil, the name engraved on the tombstone, and the face of the person in the gray photo, and then... How often does it happen again, for fear that I will never remember it again.

Chen Mo actually wanted to leave, but just like a few nights ago, he couldn't move any further.

In fact, he is not a very important person. For this huge city, he is just one of the few people among the majority. He is only important to a few people.

It was so important that when he left, I realized how safe and happy he was when he was there, even if I only saw him once a day, even if I just said a few words hastily, even if I found out after cooking that he didn't know how to Come.

But there is such a person, he is still alive, and you know that he will come back, so you don’t miss him so much.

The most terrifying thing is that you know he has left, but you still subconsciously add an extra bowl of rice and an extra pair of chopsticks.

Later in life, this woman would often do such things.

He hurriedly got up from the bed and opened the door.When cooking, I made an extra portion for one person.Obviously the phone in the room didn't ring, but he hurriedly picked up the phone and waited until there was a blind tone before slowly putting it down.

Her mind has become more and more confused, and she often loses focus from time to time. She forgets to connect the power when cooking, and throws away the cut vegetables before adding oil.

She became thinner and thinner, her face [&

Chen Mo could only watch her like this, saying strange words and doing strange things from time to time. In the eyes of others, mother, she was probably going crazy.

Her heart slowly began to wither as someone left, and she was like a thread hanging on that heart, pulling her and making her sway to prevent her from sinking into the abyss.

For her, her appearance may be a kind of torture, but she has never said or done such a thing. She is a strong person.

After losing the breadwinner of the family, life became increasingly difficult. The mother, who was fired from the training institution due to mental problems, would occasionally go out to find some scattered helpers, and could survive for a while relying on the man's pension and relief funds.

"It's going to be okay," she always said.

But Chen Mo knew very well that he wouldn't.He always wanted to do something, but what could his six-year-old body do?

The moment Chen Mo left the apartment and walked onto the street for the first time, he knew that he could do nothing. In this highly developed mobile city, it would be difficult to achieve anything by relying on the memories left in his mind.

He is just an ordinary person, an ordinary person with no extraordinary wisdom or extraordinary insights. All he can rely on is the mature soul hidden in this young body.

But as a child, no one would hire him even if he was a helper.

June 1077, 3, Crystalline Era

Two weeks after the conflict between Longmen and Ursus broke out.

As the situation in Longmen became increasingly chaotic, and after a large number of infected people rioted, the city was unable to take care of the family, and the mother could no longer find any scattered helpers.

The streets in the city were occupied by a large number of thugs. They rushed onto the streets to vent their violence wantonly, smashing everything they could see, including huge billboards and street lamps. Flames shot into the sky amidst the sound of shattering windows.

They hid in the small room, using the wardrobe and dining table to block the door, listening to the explosions and noises coming from the window. At this time, she would hum a gentle lullaby while holding Chen Mo in her arms.

It was the melody of a song from the Yan Kingdom long ago, so gentle and gentle that it didn't seem to cause any waves.

Chen Mo was held in her arms. The fire and noise inside and outside the dark room became more and more intense. He gently patted Chen Mo on the back.

The songs were drowned out by hoarse roars, curses and piercing sirens.

"It's going to be okay," she repeated over and over again.

"can you?"

"Yes." She replied softly.

Chen Mo's hands were covered with blood, and the warmth in his arms was slowly dissipating.He grasped the waist of the woman in front of him tightly, trying to cover the wound so that she could stay a little longer.

Even if it was just for a second, he hoped that time would not be so short and cruel.But those hands slowly placed on his own, making all his movements futile.

"Mom is tired, can't Xiao Mo let her take a rest?"

"Stay with me?"

Chen Mo buried his head in her chest. He didn't dare to raise his head. He was afraid that he would feel soft when he raised his head and saw her weak appearance.

"Please."

"Mom knows that Xiao Mo has always been very smart. Mom believes that Xiao Mo can live well. Can Xiao Mo promise his mother?"

She should have figured it out a long time ago. After all, no matter how outstanding the disguise is, it cannot deceive a mother, not to mention that this body belongs to her.

Chen Mo wanted to keep her, and kept her selfishly. Even though he understood that his selfishness would only bring her pain, she had already suffered enough, and there was no need for her to choose to stay for her own selfishness.

It's time to let go.

"……it is good."

"I seem to have seen your father, Xiao Mo."

"Ah."

"He's waving to me."

"It's great that our family can be together again."

"Good night, Mom."

"Good night, Xiao Mo, I'm so sorry to leave you."

The dawn light gradually illuminated the city. She held the dim police badge in her hand and fell asleep with a smile on her lips.

It might be a good dream. Chen Mo hadn't seen such a reassuring smile on her face for a long time.

Chen Mo suddenly laughed, with a hint of crying in his laughter. He turned his head and looked at the dawn outside the window. The light piercing the thick dark clouds in the sky drew a long beam of light over Longmen.

He should be happy, because he no longer needs to pretend to be a child, and he no longer needs to worry that one day his disguise will be seen through.

He is free.

As relieved.

But he stepped from one prison into another, even bigger prison called the human heart.

Chapter 3 Resettlement Camp

June 1077, 3, Crystalline Era.

The fires in the city slowly extinguished in the dim dawn, filling the sky with gray dust, floating ash and choking smoke.

Light rain was falling one after another.

Chen Mo stood on the side of the street downstairs. There used to be a tall magnolia tree there, with branches protruding from the courtyard wall and lush leaves. But now that magnolia tree with lush leaves only had a dry and burned trunk and bare branches in the fire. Zhiya.

Crowds of people kept gathering in front of him. They were walking out of the ruins of residential buildings. Looking at the gray and hazy sky, he heard someone crying, and the crying became louder and louder, making people upset.

A man in black uniform squatted in front of Chen Mo. The white dragon head on his shoulder looked so dazzling in the black.