Longmen Memoirs

Familiar black uniform, the man in the memory had done the same action.

Chen Mo seemed to be back in that old apartment in a trance, with lights that stayed on until late at night and people sitting on the sofa waiting until late at night. She would sit there until someone opened the door to relieve her fatigue.

"Are you okay? Are you injured anywhere?"

The unfamiliar voice woke him up from his trance. He subconsciously looked back at the building that was submerged in ashes, and clenched the scarred police badge in his hand.

The young police officer suddenly understood something. He lowered his head and glanced at what Chen Mo was holding, and reached out to pick Chen Mo up.

"It's okay, you're safe."

The police officer carried him further and further away, so the ruins became further and further away in his eyes, until they disappeared from sight.

That was the last time he saw his own home again, the home in his memory.

In the temporary resettlement camp, the young police officer brought Chen Mo here and hurried back to the block. Before leaving, he took a deep look at the police badge in Chen Mo's hand. Chen Mo looked at He opened his mouth to say something, but in the end nothing came out.

The Longmen police officers at that time were not like those who wore full-duplex helmets later. After all, for the victims, the first thing they wanted to see at first sight was a living face, not a cold helmet.

At the gate of the resettlement camp, after a temporary infection test, Chen Mo was taken into a temporary tent. Lunch was bread, steamed buns, porridge and some biscuits. City police officers and disaster victim volunteers maintained order and lined up. People lined up to receive the supplies outside the distribution tent set up.

Chen Mo put the police badge into his close-fitting bag and stood in the long queue. His thin and short figure seemed to be overwhelmed by the crowd.

The faces that have survived the disaster, the confused eyes, accompanied by the crying of children, the police officers passing by, the shouts of adults, and occasionally a few careless laughter are drowned in the noise and busyness. .

Poor and ridiculous.

The first night in the resettlement camp was, as expected, very cold, so cold that it was difficult to sleep.

Children without their parents and relatives, the injured, pregnant women, and the elderly were placed inside the stadium. But even indoors, one could still clearly hear the hustle and bustle outside that seemed to never stop, the whines of the wounded, and the cries of women.

Chen Mo hugged the quilt tightly and tried to fall asleep, but he found that he couldn't fall asleep no matter what. He could only close his eyes, but the sound penetrated into his ears through the quilt.

He opened the quilt and looked at his arms in a daze. Those young arms under the bright light. Even if he wanted to do something, what could this immature body do? He really couldn't imagine that he could do it. do what.

He could only reach into his arms and hold the police badge tightly.

June 1077, 4, Crystalline Era.

The temporary resettlement camp was overcrowded, and the upper levels of Longmen were in chaos at the moment. The conflicts and turmoil in the city had not yet completely ended. The victims were resettled and divided into different batches to safer urban areas for resettlement.

The subsequent life was generally like this, with the flow of people moving like zombies from one resettlement camp to another in just two weeks. Under strict inspections again and again, they were treated like hot potatoes. From this It was thrown from corner to corner, changing hands again and again, until no one cared about it anymore.

June 1077, 6, Crystalline Era

The urban riots ended three months later. Under the iron-blooded tactics and efficient measures of the newly-installed leader of Dragon Gate, the military support from the Yan Kingdom allowed the infected riots and the aftermath of the conflict with Ursus to be quelled quickly. Suppress it.

The upper management has undergone a major change, but such a process is beyond the reach of an insignificant person like Chen Mo.

The only thing he could touch was the home in his memory. During a certain riot, Molotov cocktails were thrown into the room from the window and turned into ruins. When he came back a long time later, there was no longer that building. figure, and the person left there became an eternal memory in his mind.

It was only when he thought of them that they seemed truly alive.

You say, what are people living for in this life?Wealth, reputation, power, huh... none of it, we are just insignificant stepping stones on this road.

June 1077, 7, Crystalline Era

The riots in the city have ended, and the resettlement camps have been moved again, and this time they have been moved to the ruins of the old city and abandoned in the corner of the city. On the other side, a new city is slowly rising from the ground, and they stay up all night every day, But what does the hustle and bustle over there have to do with us? The light of the searchlight always seems so bright, but it is only available to a few people. We are too far away to get any light, and we have become caught between people and the infected. The third category between.

The third category that no one cares about is that we were once residents of this city, and this was our home. However, our home was destroyed after a certain explosion, and we became homeless "people".

For us, a place with a home is called Longmen, but for Longmen, we who don’t have a home are not even human beings.

Chen Mo could only look forward to the day when he would be lucky enough to be selected to the construction site, and also deeply hoped that the construction of the new city would be slower enough to wait for him to grow up.

June 1077, 7, Crystalline Era

Maybe after a disaster, you always have to find something to do, and people always have to do something to make themselves laugh.

There was gradually more laughter and liveliness in the resettlement camp.

They are not prisoners, nor criminals, nor "infected persons."There is no need for the city to be so fearful and on guard.

They were just a group of people who had lost their homes, a group of people who suddenly became homeless in Longmen, but they still thought that Longmen would remember them, and occasionally thought of a group of people who had suffered so much in this corner. I hope Longmen can give them a new home.

After a long wait, Longmen seemed to suddenly remember that there was such a group of people, so during the construction of the new city, some people were selected from the resettlement camps to join the construction of the new city. They often got more, enough to satisfy their needs. belly food and occasional snacks.

And... fantasies about the future.

But the premise of all this is that you have a relative or you can go to the construction site yourself.

June 1077, 7, Crystalline Era

Everything seems to be moving in a good direction, but occasionally bad things happen, such as bullying, a quarrel between a child who has lost a relative and another child, and the party with a relative wins absolute victory.

People will feel pity, pity, and pretend to feel the same, but the person who has lost his support is like duckweed. He is not given warmth and care, and no one can hold him in his arms when he is hurt and sad.

This is inevitable, because we are all human beings, and as long as they are human beings, they will have their own selfish desires, and often parents will not think that their children are the wrong one, and even if they are wrong, most people will not do it for the sake of it. To rebuke other people's children, not to mention that he is an... orphan.

Chen Mo was the person he met behind a tent.

With a dirty face, he buried his head in his knees and hid behind the tent.

He is not much different from himself in age.

Chen Mo originally wanted to leave, but he finally walked over. Maybe he just felt pitiful, or maybe he just thought of himself.

Chen Mo sat next to that person.

"It's really hard to cry," he said.

The man raised his head. Two long white marks were drawn from the corners of his dirty face with tears. His nose was running. He looked funny and pitiful. The ears on the top of his head were lying softly.

Chen Mo laughed out loud.

【@& The other party wiped the corners of his eyes with his arm in panic.

"I didn't cry!"

"Did I hear it wrong?" Chen Mo asked, pointing to his nose to remind: "There are more here."

The other party hurriedly reached out to wipe it.

"Who are you?" the childish voice asked with a hint of crying.

"Me?" Chen Mo pointed at himself. "Don't you see? Of course it's a child."

"I know you are a child."

"You still ask?"

"I mean..." He wanted to defend, but suddenly looked away: "Forget it."

"I saw what happened just now, and I think you are not wrong. He wanted to steal your things, so you did it, right?"

The other party did not answer.

"I'm not here to comfort you. I'm here to laugh at you. It's so funny. Since he wants something from you, just give it to him, and you won't get slapped in the face later. It hurts, right?"

"What do you know!!!" He suddenly turned his head, shouted loudly, and glared at Chen Mo angrily.

"I don't understand. I only know that you received a beating in vain and can't get anything back. It's not worth it."

"It's worth it!" he retorted.

"not worth it."

"It's worth it, it's worth it, it's worth it, I mean it's worth it."

"Then he will steal your things from now on. Will you give it to him?" Chen Mo asked, "If you don't give it to him, you will be beaten again."

"I won't give it to him even if I die!" He suddenly tightened his chest: "No one can try to take away my things!"

Chen Mo found it a bit funny that a kid would say such things.

"Is it important?" Chen Mo took out a few candies from his bag, tore open the package and put it in his mouth, asking vaguely.

He looked at the candy Chen Mo put in his mouth to chew, and then focused on Chen Mo's bag.

"Do you want it?" Chen Mo opened his hand, holding a few remaining candies.

In the morning, he exchanged the police badge for these candies from several female police officers who came here to accompany the patrol. He only had to hold the police badge in front of the police officers who came to patrol and let them see it. If you call her brother pitifully a few times, your sister will always get some food in exchange.

After a few times, they will be able to remember him. Now he can only use this clumsy method to find some support for himself in this chaotic resettlement camp.

Shameful but practical.

On the night he left the old city, he was already prepared to survive no matter what. Only by surviving could he talk about the future.

"In no mood!"

The other party tried hard to look away from Chen Mo's hand, but still glanced at his hand from time to time.

"Well, if you show me that thing, how about I share some with you?"

"Don't even think about it!" As if he felt uneasy, he added: "Dream!"

"I won't steal it?" Chen Mo peeled off a piece of candy.

"you dare!"

He suddenly opened his mouth, and Chen Mo stuffed the candy in his mouth into his mouth.

"Ahem!" He coughed twice and wanted to spit it out, but immediately stopped his movements.

Seeing the other person's expression change from disgust to astonishment, Chen Mo smiled.

"Is it sweet?" Chen Mo asked.

"……sweet."

Chen Mo opened his hand and there were still a few candies left in his hand.

"Do you still want it?"

"I won't give it to you?"

"I don't want it, so I'm just asking you if you want it?"

"Really for me?"

"Don't forget it." Chen Mo was about to take back his hand, but the other party immediately grabbed the candy in Chen Mo's hand and squeezed it tightly.

"Smelly brat!" Chen Mo smiled and reached out to touch his head.

"Don't touch me!" The other party opened Chen Mo's hand, "I'm not a kid!"

"Yes, yes, you're not, I'm fine."

Chen Mo put his hand back into his bag angrily. He leaned on the wall of the resettlement camp and looked up at the blue sky, his mouth filled with sweetness.

"Little brat."

He cursed in a low voice.

Chapter 4 Fox Cub

June 1077, 7, Crystalline Era

Chen Mo suddenly had a follower, a Volper kid with a dirty face, floppy ears, and always a hunched-over look.

No matter where Chen Mo went, he would follow Chen Mo closely.

When Chen Mo takes two steps, he takes two steps. When Chen Mo stops, he stops. When Chen Mo runs, he will run with him.

It's like a young dog. If you throw it a bone, it will remember you and follow you. But unfortunately, this dog will never wag its tail at you and will bark at you. To cover up his guilty conscience.

Chen Mo stopped and looked at the kid behind him. After Chen Mo turned around, he turned sideways and acted as if he was not following him.

"Hey!"

The kid turned his head.

Chen Mo waved.

The kid hesitated for a while, then walked to Chen Mo reluctantly.

"what?"

"What are you doing with me?"

"When did I follow you? This is not your home. I can go wherever I want!" He said excitedly, speaking very fast.

"Why are you so excited?"