Longmen Memoirs

"Little Jessica seems to trust you. He probably won't be nervous if you are together. What do you think, little Jessica?"

"Hmm...Yeah." Jessica looked up at Chen Mo and nodded.

"Reliable?" Chen Mo felt a little unreliable.

"Try it."

"eggplant……"

Sfeldt raised his camera.

"Snake, smile, my brother Snake, what do you mean by your sad face?"

Chen Mo finally understood why he suddenly proposed this. He was about to speak, but the index finger of Sfeldt's left hand pointed at me.

Chen Mo tilted his head, and Jessica looked in the direction of the camera with a calm and peaceful smile on her face.

Chen Mo took a gentle breath, and Sfeldt's eyes were full of amusement.

Smile, what smile?

Chen Mo raised the corner of his mouth.

"Be natural, Brother Snake."

Chen Mo clenched his left hand. Sfeldt's ugly face made him want to punch him, but he couldn't do it.

"Think about the things that make you happy. It's not like being burned on the stake. Don't you have nothing to be happy about? Happy memories? You can't really be so miserable, right?"

Happy memories, yes, happy memories.Chen Mo couldn't remember clearly what happy memories he had. Jessica's long blue hair caught the corner of his eyes, and he suddenly thought of the same blue color.

It was blue, and it was like the sky outside the orphanage, the clouds in Longmen, the rain in autumn, the snow in winter. The height of the swing was just enough to touch the world outside the wall. She was always so happy and lively when she came, so she left It also took away all our happiness.

Is it Chen, or is it just my imagination.

In Sifield's eyes, the corners of Chen Mo's mouth raised slightly. He had never seen a smile on Snake's face. He always thought that this person would never smile, but he also knew that Chen Mo must have something worth remembering. Otherwise, I wouldn’t often sit alone in front of the drawing paper in a daze.

But he couldn't recall it, so the characters in every portrait had no faces.

Just like today, when he first met Snake, Sfeldt thought that he was a cold person. He always thought that such a cold person must have a cold nature, and the operator in Black Steel looked like this There are so many that Sfeldt has become accustomed to them, and most of them will not have too much contact with them. Even if he becomes Snake's spell operator, he will never become a good friend.

But why, why would he treat Snake as a brother? To be honest, Si Feierte has a lot of friends. On the Black Steel intranet, it is quite easy to make friends in Black Steel with his familiarity and shameless temperament, but really I don’t have many friends, it’s better to say I only have snakes and foxtails.

He kept telling himself that it was because of Foxtail and Foxtail's relationship that he would associate with such a cold person.

But in fact, Sfeldt knew very well that it wasn't just because of Foxtail.

But because of this 15-year-old boy.

He couldn't explain what it felt like, watching him desperately training spells in the training ground but with no success every time, watching him fighting like a beast, watching him suppressing him hard again and again. Make yourself tired, and only then can you fall asleep.

Perhaps these are not the most important.

【-~

Chen Mo's smile in the camera lens is so plain, plain but real. It's so real that people can't help but think of his sad past, which makes them feel so rare and precious.

It's as if the wilderness covered with frost and snow all year round has finally ushered in a short spring, and then everything revives. In the cold breeze and sunshine, the birds are chirping and the flowers are fragrant.

But that smile was fleeting, really like the short spring.Only then will you be grateful that such a smart person invented something like the camera, which can preserve those cherished moments and past forever so that you will never remember them again.

The photo was quickly posted on the intranet, and the moment Sfeldt's [Fire Bearer] ID appeared, it quickly caused a craze.

"No fighting today. Fellow comrades, does anyone know the little girl in the photo? Her name is Jessica."

The reply came very quickly and the person who responded showed a very high level.

[Lion Head]: Sifield, where are you?

[Fire Bearer]: Yes.

[Lion Head]: Where are you now?

[Fire Bearer]: You guess, I’ll tell you if you guess.

[Lion Head]: I'm not joking with you. Do you know how serious the matter is?

[Fire Bearer]: How serious it is, I have to thank you, the deputy minister, for personally taking action. How much remuneration do you plan to give me, Mr. Deputy Minister?

[Lion Head]: I have locked your IP, just wait.

[Fire Bearer]: Dog thief, how dare you scare me!

[Lion Head]: Everyone, go to dormitory No. [-]. I’m going to hang up this weird bastard and beat him today.

[Fire Bearer]: Damn, fight, there are more people than there, right?Where are all the bastards from the Intelligence Department? Come out and do your work. Oh my god, the bastards from the Operations Department are going to hang up your deputy minister and beat him up. He won't even lose his face. Where are you people?

[Intelligence Department Operator - Pier]: Mr. Deputy Minister, who will be killed today?

[Fire Bearer]: First, I will block all the accounts of the Operations Department.

[Lion Head]: You dare.

[Fire Bearer]: I don’t have the word “dare” in my life creed, so I’m done with it!

[Intelligence Department Operator - Friendly Ursus Civilian]: Received.

……

Chen Mo looked at Sfeldt, who was angry and unfinished, a little strange, because he had never heard that Sfeldt could be related to the Intelligence Department.

"Deputy Minister of Intelligence?" Chen Mo asked.

"False fame, just a false reputation." Sfeldt shook his head modestly: "Everyone has a little secret, right? People always have to be able to keep their secrets under wraps."

"That lion head is the deputy director of the operations department?"

"Isn't it funny?" Sfeldt said with a smile while lying on the computer chair: "That idiot, I really didn't expect that he would get an ID that looks like a retard. I thought it was pretty cool at first, but then I I heard that there is a kind of food in Yan country called lion head, so I kindly helped him, and now everyone on the black steel intranet knows what lion head is."

"No wonder he is so hostile to you." Chen Mo said.

"Just him, just him." Sfeldt said disdainfully: "Those mad dogs in the Operations Department have the guts to be hostile to me. They are what they are today by eating our food. We are their food, clothing and parents. I He has to endure when I scold him, and he has to endure when I hit him. It is only natural that I teach my son a lesson. Brother, you don’t really think that he has the guts to come to me for trouble, do you? I’m not afraid that the director of the operations department will scratch his skin.”

"Jessica?"

"Don't worry, although he doesn't dare to come, but with his shamelessness, he will definitely stay downstairs shamefully."

It has to be said that Chen Mo was impressed by Sfeldt, the Deputy Minister of Intelligence who had hidden his identity. No wonder he caused trouble on the Internet and no one came to sanction him. With the type of remarks he made, , it’s a shame that his account has been able to survive until today.

But Chen Mo suddenly felt a sense of regret in his heart, because of the three words "Intelligence Department" and because he knew exactly what he was.

Sfeldt seemed to see Chen Mo's thoughts.

"As I said, Snake, we are brothers." He said. Sitting in front of the computer chair, he became rarely serious and stared at the screen. Chen Mo couldn't see his expression. The fluorescent light fell on his eyes. Reflects the screen inside the computer.

"No matter who you are, you will never change. I still need you to help me chase the fox tail. You will be my best man on our wedding day."

You are an infected person, of course I know, how could I not know, because I see your Origin Stone skills, because I see your behavior.

But what does that matter.

Even if you are a monster, you are still my brother.

Chen Mo looked at Sfeldt in front of the computer. When he turned his head, he still had a heartless smile on his face.

"I'll be your best man."

"It's settled." Sfeldt stretched out his fist. "A man's words..."

Chen Mo stretched out his fist and touched him lightly.

"It's hard to chase a horse."

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Chapter 69 Chen Mo

If you ask me what kind of era the Crystal Age is, it may be difficult for me to give you an accurate answer at the moment.

Just rely on your imagination, what kind of era do you think it will be.

Those who run for their lives angrily move forward on the road of destiny, with hatred, torture, sadness, misfortune, and the disasters caused by the Origin Stone. It is the cradle of the birth of the suffering people.

But there is always a group of people in the world who will never submit to the so-called destiny, so they open roads across mountains and build bridges when encountering water. Then they step into the desperate places that no one has ever been before and climb to the peaks that people can look up to.

He lost his life because of it, but he saw scenery that no one had ever seen before.

does it worth?Isn't it worth it?

Regardless of whether it's worth it or not, someone has to do it, right?The first person to use fire, the first person to eat an apple, the first person to decide to travel far away.

Travelers, poets, explorers, merchants, thieves... didn't the first person appear in all of them? That's why so many professions were derived. Just like the first person to discover the source stone, the first person to try to use it Be the first to be infected.

The first pioneer.

Infected is supposed to be a great and glorious title, representing sacrifice, dedication, selflessness and courage, but everyone has ignored it, ignored who became the No. 1 infected, and ignored their own humanity. .

Enjoying everything brought by the Crystalline Era with peace of mind, stability, prosperity, prosperity and tranquility, forgetting the infected, and selectively forgetting who brought all this to them.

People are always like this. The so-called gratitude and gratitude often cannot withstand the passage of time and reality.

So much so that the mobile city later became a huge cage and a slaughterhouse for the infected. Perhaps it did symbolize hope under natural disasters at first, a moving ark, but later people succumbed to the distorted reality and hope changed again. For despair.

In fact, the real Ark has never been a moving city-state, but the people in the city-state, the heart that began to resolve to resist natural disasters. It is the real Ark, and it was built by everyone, whether infected or ordinary people.

But then everyone ruined it together.

The infected people were kicked off the ship. Only then do you have to appreciate the kindness of the Creator and lament the powerful reproductive ability, adaptability, and ruthlessness of human beings.

Was it a natural disaster that created the infected?No, it's people, it's people who create the infected, it's greed, it's avoidance, it's indifference, it's the attitude that it doesn't matter, it's everyone's selfishness.

Natural disasters are never invincible, because they have defeated it once. There is always only one truly invincible opponent for people, and that is - the cowardly self.

Everyone in Terra is a coward, whether they are infected or ordinary people, whether they are the emperor at the top or the struggling poor at the bottom, whether it is Rhodes Island or Longmen.

Including you, me and him.

Everybody, everybody is a coward.

A group of exiles who are willing to adapt to the times, a group of defeated dogs defeated by fate and begging for mercy and homeless, a group of selfish and greedy desperadoes.

Fate must find it funny. It sees these self-deceiving guys immersed in their own dreams, which is both absurd and ridiculous.

But the times are like this. Everyone wants to have their sweet dreams. Everyone is immersed in their own dreams. How can the only few people who are awake wake them up.

Chen Mo also had a dream.

A dream that he didn't want to wake up from. In the dream, he seemed to have returned to Longmen. The sea of ​​clouds below could still be seen from the port opposite the berthing area. The setting sun fell into the sea of ​​clouds and turned into a gorgeous dusk.

He saw a white paper airplane, which came into his eyes, streaking across the brilliant sunset at Longmen Pier, swaying in the breeze and flying towards the mountains in the distance.

The mountains were slowly left behind by the moving dragon gate.

Someone gently patted his shoulder from behind, and the hand fell on his shoulder, with slender white fingers, and a faint fragrance came from the tip of his nose. It was very familiar, but he couldn't remember where he met it.

He turned around, and a shadow flashed before his eyes. In a hurry, Chen Mo could only see her blue hair, which was thin and soft, gently brushing the side of his face.

"Dream?" Chen Mo said softly.

There is an interesting study. It is said that when people are dreaming, a small number of people can still clearly understand that they are dreaming. Some of them will wake up quickly after realizing their dreams, while others will enter a deeper dream. .

It's so deep that I can't tell whether it's fiction or reality.

Chen Mo belongs to the latter.

The change of scene was so sudden, but not enough to make people feel confused, as if everything was taken for granted.

He could even clearly see the slight rust on the large iron door of the orphanage, and the sound it made when it was opened was clear and harsh.

An empty orphanage.

Chen Mo had fantasized about it countless times, but every time his fantasy would be replaced by the pale steel walls inside the black wall, Chen Mo almost forgot what the orphanage looked like.

But sure enough, it was still hidden in the deepest part of his mind. Every tree and plant here remained the same as when Chen Mo left. The only thing that had changed might be himself.

Chen Mo stood in front of the big iron gate and lowered his head and looked at his palms. For a long time, he could not step into this "home" that would always open the door to him.

Home is never a fixed place.

It is an adjective, just like father, mother and everything you were familiar with. Only the combination of all things can be called a home, and a place without these can only be an empty shell full of memories.

The memories are both nostalgic and terrifying.