Longmen Memoirs

But Longmen doesn’t see it that way, and Wei Yanwu doesn’t see it that way.

The grievances involved in him meant that he could never get the stability he wanted in Longmen.

Chen Mo knew in his heart that he would not be able to stay in Longmen for too long this time. Perhaps after he learned the story from Wei Yanwu, Longmen was destined not to be a city that belonged to him.

But where Chen is, his wife is there.

I can't tell whether I should be grateful or regretful, glad that I didn't lose Chen after all, and didn't watch her go away from his life, or regret that I couldn't give Chen a stable family from the beginning.

The best of both worlds, most things in the world and on earth cannot have the best of both worlds.

Chen Mo is a selfish person. He selfishly wants to keep Chen Mo, but he feels guilty about it.

If Yan learns about Chen, can Wei Yanwu save Chen and Xiaomo?

At least Longmen can give Chen a stable life if she stays in Longmen, but if she leaves with Chen, even if Chen is willing to leave with him, Chen Mo will not allow her to follow him.

Will what happened to him affect Chen again?

Chen Mo knew the answer in his heart.

He didn't even know if he should go back. When he decided to leave Longmen, he had already drawn a clear line with Longmen, but in Victoria... he still had to go back after all.

Chen Mo knows Chen's heart problems. She has been an unloved child since she was a child. Her mother does not love her, and her father does not love her either. Her character is strong and paranoid.

If even he didn't love Chen, she would really become an unloved person.

Chen Mo still had to go back to see Chen and reassure her. Perhaps he would inevitably be scolded or taught a lesson by Officer Chen again, but Chen Mo was already prepared.

As for how to leave, Chen Mo thought, he already had an excuse in his mind.

An excuse that Chen was unwilling to accept but had to accept.

"..."

"I've finished my business, it's your turn." Snake looked at Texas and asked.

Texas was stunned.

"I?"

"That white wolf, is she your friend?"

Texas looked into the snake's eyes. The snake asked, his face reflected in those black pupils. Texas' hand holding the drink tightened slightly.

"I don't know if we are friends?"

"She didn't mean to kill you."

"Yes."

"You never thought about taking her life?"

"..."

Texas didn't answer, as if by default, she looked away and looked at the river not far away, her eyes falling on the lights flowing on the river.

"Lapland, her name, she saved me after my family was destroyed. It was also because of her that I was able to live in Syracuse after my family was destroyed." Texas said softly: "That paragraph A lot of things happened over time, and she contracted a disease, Originium Disease."

"So you want to leave Syracuse?"

Texas turned to look at Snake, she didn't answer, but her eyes said her answer.

"What happened next?" Texas asked.

"She left, and I had no conflict with her. Later, we left Grava."

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"That sword is called Juque, but it's not my sword. I got it from a friend who I don't know if he can be considered a friend. I think if one day I will use it, I should meet you. To the same situation.”

"Then what will you do?"

"I can't say for sure. I hope I don't come that day, but if, I mean if, I have to do it, then I will go. This is not something that people can accept easily, but other than that, there is nothing else. Other methods.”

"..."

"Won't you regret it?" Texas asked.

"Regret is reserved for those who have no choice. For those who have choices, there is no such thing as regret."

Snake stood up.

He turned his head and looked at Texas beside him. The bells were ringing at this time. In the square of Warren Mud, the lights floated to the sky amidst the bells at night.

Those lights floated higher and higher, like rising stars in the night. Texas looked at them, and those distant lights fell in her eyes.

"Let's go back."

She heard the sound of the snake, she looked away and turned her head, the snake was standing behind her.

"Okay," Texas replied, walking over to the snake.

On the way back, Texas asked, "When are you leaving?"

"tomorrow morning."

"To Ursus?"

"It's still the same as before."

"Can you find the person you're talking about?"

"I don't know. If we don't find her this time, there will be another time, and the next time, until we find her."

Texas tilted his head and glanced at Snake. Snake didn't notice her gaze. He was looking ahead, but those eyes seemed to be looking at something else.

Something only he knew.

[Small tower:

I often think of Longmen. When I leave it, I think of the city that I love and hate at the same time. I hate its ruthlessness and coldness, I hate its indifference and selfishness, but I also love the same. Love it, love it gave me the last glimmer of warmth before I fell into despair, love it tell me what I should do when I was at a loss.

To this day, I still think of the memories of my childhood. Those vague and fragmented fragments left me with too many regrets in my short but long first half of my life. 】

ps: You don’t think that Chen Mo went to Xueyuan and Yan Country just for Tallulah.

ps1: In fact, he was already in a dilemma.

Chapter 27 They say life

Probably in the latter half of the night, it started to rain lightly outside the window. The rain was not heavy. The pattering raindrops drifted into the window eaves with the night wind, and the curtains rippled in the cold wind.

In the distance are the lights of the town, across the neon lights on the river bank, and soon a hazy mist appears.

Texas couldn't sleep.

She walked to the window, the cool wind blew the girl's dark blue hair, and raindrops fell on her white arms. She looked at the lights of the night city in the distance and reached out to close the window.

The sound of rain outside the window became much quieter. The raindrops hit the glass and slid down the transparent glass, leaving long water marks. The cold face of Texas was reflected in the water marks.

She actually wanted to knock on the door next door, but Texas didn't think about what she should say when she saw the snake when the door opened. She was not reluctant, and naturally she didn't have any special feelings for the man she had known for a short time. Feelings.

It’s just that Texas has something to ask him.

Texas also guessed how he would answer. It would be nothing more than changing the subject, or saying something that people couldn't understand. He seemed to be very good at this.

Texas again thought of their conversation by the river, and of the white wolf, Lapland, who stayed in Syracuse. She thought of her past life, which suddenly became dull. This brief period She felt a little uncomfortable breathing.

Maybe it's because the gap is too big.

She felt that her current life was a bit unreal, but she didn't know if this was what she wanted.

Leave Syracuse, leave the past, go to a new place, change your identity, and live.

She walked to the bed, hugged her legs and sat on the bed, resting her head gently on the wall behind her. Amidst the messy sound of rain outside the window, Texas tilted her head and looked at the rain streaks on the glass.

She tried to close her eyes and took a gentle breath.

The dim wall lamp next to the bed illuminated half of her face. Her breathing became more steady, but she still could not fall asleep.

Chen Mo, who was sitting at the table, shook off the ashes from his fingertips.

Under the desk lamp, the black gun was disassembled one by one. He carefully maintained every part of the gun, and several orange-yellow etched bullets were scattered around his hand.

The time has reached late at night, and the sound of rain outside the window has not stopped, but the rain that does not stop cannot stop a person who is about to leave.

He rubbed his eyebrows and reassembled the well-maintained gun. Amidst the crisp sound of the machine hanging up, he loaded the magazine and placed the black gun on the table. Chen Mo stretched his sore shoulders.

He got up from his chair.

After walking a few steps in the room, my eyes noticed the long black box on the bedside.

After hesitating for a while, he brought the long box to the table. The box buckle popped open on his fingertips. The two weapons overlapped and lay quietly in the long box. The long weapon was engraved with light blue checkered patterns. sword.

His fingers brushed along the lines of the sword's blade.

He thought again of the man who had died in Cazedale.

He didn't let himself go until he died, and he still stabbed himself hard in the heart.

Chen Mo understood. He understood that that person would never forgive him. No matter what method he tried to escape from all this, he used a past that actually had nothing to do with him and a fabricated life to try to escape from the depths of his life. The hatred hidden in him.

More than once, Chen Mo thought about throwing away this sword.

But he also knew that what he could throw away was a weapon that had lost its owner. He could not throw away that memory, nor the sins and past that had happened between the two of them.

Besides, he knew it too.

They did not take away the sword. This sword was deliberately left to him, leaving him with a way back to Dayan and a proof of his identity.

They know they have to go back eventually.

There was nowhere to go in his capacity except that place.

This land is huge, but this land leaves little room for choice. The more powerful someone is, the harder it is to find a place to stay and the more fragile they are.

Chen Mo never thought about going back to Dayan, that would be the worst outcome, but if one day, if one day he has to face and accept all this, this sword that does not belong to him will become his only one. reliance.

Will that day really come?

Will that day not come?

Chen Mo didn't know, but he knew that Longmen would not be his end. Longmen was once his destination, but his end was not in Longmen, and even he didn't know where his end should be.

In Kazdale, in Victoria, in Columbia.

In places he has been to and left, or in places he has never been but has long been closely connected with his life.

He has experienced the days of traveling to foreign countries countless times. Strange people, strange cities, and strange accents are just the same as when he moved from one place to another.

He was a wanderer from beginning to end.

He was in this land, he once thought he had a place, and he was even ready to integrate into it, but in the end, it was all his illusion.

Chen Mo never thought about how great he would become, how famous he would be, and how he would become a big man remembered by everyone.

He has never [*%

The two weapons placed in the box and the clearly visible cracks on the heavy knife seemed to foreshadow his two completely different lives. How could one person have two lives.

A little mercenary looking for a living in Colombia, and a high and mighty King Wu.

Two poor people who had their destinies controlled by others from beginning to end.

Two hapless guys who are both the same and different.

He said don't go back to Dayan, no matter what happens, don't go back. His advice was more like a sarcastic comment on this guy who survived. No matter how he resisted, he had to face his destiny.

He was looking at this cowardly and cowardly man who had survived, and he was looking at him who was living an ignoble existence and willingly walked into his abyss step by step.

He will wait for Chen Mo in hell.

He didn't let go at the last moment, but chose to use his own death at the last moment to drag this person who hated him to the bone into another nightmare from which he could never wake up.

How cruel, you hate me so much, but isn't that natural?

Chen Mo closed the long box.

He lit another cigarette, looking at the sparks burning quietly in his hand, he leaned on the table.

He didn't think about it that much anymore.