Longmen Memoirs

Maybe you change places, maybe one day you will be separated from each other, but no matter what happens, you will always remember this shared memory.

that's enough.

"Are you sharing your life insights with me now?" Angel Neng asked, she smiled freely and said: "Who can say what will happen in the future? I am the kind of person who is too lazy to spend energy to think about such distant things. I just live. Well, every day is enough for now.”

She said and stretched slightly.

"But...thank you, godfather." Angel Angel put away his hand and glanced at Chen Mo sideways: "Although your way of changing the topic is really bad, it's a pity that you are already married, otherwise I would like to get married when I have enough fun. At that time, you were a pretty good candidate.”

She said it like a joke.

She probably enjoyed the joke.

"That's a pity."

"Who says it's not, but at least now I can be sure of one thing." Angel Neng shook his head slightly: "Texas probably has no chance, so I will reluctantly help you take care of her more."

Hidden beneath her smile is a deep concern for her friends, and a carefree and cheerful heart that is sensitive to everything around her.

Neng Tian looked at Chen Mo and put down the doubt in his heart.

Maybe now isn't the time, she thought.

Maybe if you ask yourself, Chen Mo will answer that his lie... is not so much a lie, but a cover-up that has long been seen by capable angels.

But it doesn't matter, it really doesn't matter.

As he said, who can live in the past.Even if you have a past that you can't forget, what should pass will eventually pass, and what has happened can never be changed.

The capable angel glanced at the bright sky and lost his eyes.

That black angel, where is she now?

Today's Longmen is still very calm, like every day in the past, like the interval between the last second and the next, nothing has changed.

It was a day she was familiar with.

That's fine...

Even though it will always change, even if the tall buildings collapse and new tall buildings rise from the ruins, even if everything has changed.

But that will be much later.

It's been so long... I can accept it calmly.

It's been so long... I've calmly accepted it.

She doesn't think about the future that far away.

(Their concepts of life are two different trajectories. She will not cling to the past, and her free and easy attitude is enviable. Her mature soul makes him have to assume the future, so he is bound to the past. But these two trajectories, sooner or later will lead to the same end.)

Chapter 58 A day at Penguin Logistics ([-])

[I see how charming Qingshan is, but I don’t expect Qingshan to see me like this...]

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Just like Chen Mo never asked Chen Mo who was more important in his heart compared with Tallulah, Chen Mo also never asked Chen whether she would still care about him if Tallulah hadn't been there.

The answer has long been tacitly understood.

Tallulah was once the only bond, the lock, that held them together. After losing this girl, Chen Mo and Chen both lacked something that tied them together.

This feeling is very subtle and cannot be explained, but it is real.

In fact, the objective existence of feelings cannot be seen intuitively.

Without Tallulah, they would have lost a transition when facing each other. Tallulah was like a buffer zone between their personalities. Chen had always looked down on Chen Mo. His hypocrisy, affectation, and self-righteousness were hidden behind his smile. The coldness underneath and the closeness to Tallulah made Chen uncomfortable.

During those days in the orphanage, when Tallulah was away, there were few conversations between them, and even smiling seemed artificial and tiring. They just looked at each other from a distance, not rejecting each other, but vaguely distancing themselves from each other.

Chen Mo felt that he and Chen would never be in the same world. They were not the same kind of people, and their lives would rarely intersect. He was not used to Chen's personality. It was not so much envy, but just envy.

Some people envy other people's lives, families, friends, looks, words, temperament, and many other things, but they are only envious because they know very well in their hearts that those things do not belong to them and are not appropriate for them.

It is human nature to yearn for beauty, but it is often too difficult to become beautiful. The effort required will make people subconsciously stop moving forward. Moreover, the word "effort" is a kind of self-comfort.

Retreat, but retreat cannot avoid longing.

Even if you know it is impossible to do, even if you know it is out of reach.

Or resigned.

There are still illusions left, turned into extravagant hopes.

Chen is the epitome of Chen Mo.

Her liveliness, health, laughter, innocence, sadness, childishness, and melancholy all indicate the epitome of another period of Chen Mo's life, the real life that should belong to him.

The life a child grows up in, the life he has experienced.

[Xiao Mo is a good boy. Mom, I believe you can take care of yourself, right?Mom hopes you can grow up safely...]

Chen Mo will never forget that night in spring and early summer, when the woman holding him said her last wish in a weak voice.

He also tried to do this, but he found that he was unwilling to accept it. He discovered his cowardice and powerlessness. He wanted to change something, which destined him to not be content with being ordinary in his life.

So he selfishly left this wish on Chen.

And Tallulah is the person Chen Mo has already agreed to spend his life with.

In Chen Mo's heart, they are different.

She was the future he could see and touch.

But he and Chen are the same.

So naturally, left will become right, and right will become left.

The three people in the orphanage in front of the big iron gate under the oak tree met at the three forks of fate, wandered, and had to separate from each other and embark on their own paths.

Young people's lives are too prone to twists and turns, and they cannot withstand any accidents.

In the short first half of his life, Chen Mo went through a road that ordinary people would never be able to complete in a lifetime. It was bumpy, tortuous, occasionally warm, but mostly accompanied by exile and struggle.

The world that opens his eyes is his new life.

The flying ashes under the gray and hazy sky seemed to indicate that he was about to start a strange and lonely life. The orphanage was the last warmth left to him by Longmen. The infected people who were nailed to death by blades under the snow could hear the whistling blowing outside the black wall. And in the passing snowstorm, he killed his childhood and weakness with his own hands.

That heart has been as hard as iron ever since.

Black steel is the numbness after labor pain.

After narrowly escaping from death again and again, and surviving missions, he began to become more indifferent and indifferent, accepting reality, giving up his delusions, becoming stranger and more cold-blooded.

16-year-old Chen Mo has experienced cruelty that ordinary people cannot imagine.

He stopped thinking about superfluous things and remained indifferent to the tragedy and wailing death of innocent people.

Because I had seen too many regrets that could not be avoided or undone, I chose to turn a blind eye.

In the end, he became a cold-blooded snake and a machine without emotions and soul in Franka's mouth.

There are always wrong names, not wrong nicknames.

But Chen Mo, whether it is his name or his nickname, lives up to his name.

Shortness, warmth, regret, darkness, displacement, struggle, breathing.

Then live, lick your wounds, and keep living.

This is the fate of most people in this world.

Humble and small.

He lost his home and was a helpless man.

Longing for light, but fell into darkness.

Finally, I fell deeper and deeper.

After the light of the lantern in Ms. Teresa's hand faded away, the road under her feet began to become blurry and unclear. She couldn't see where she was going, where she should stay, and where she could rest for a while. Get peace.

The world outside the wall is so big that it can catch people off guard.

Until I met the princess in Kazdale.

Chen Mo waited and watched for a long time.

In Kazdaele's long journey of exile, she was different from most people in the world. She was too special. Perhaps she was just good at concealment and calculation. Gentleness and selflessness were the masks she used to show herself to the world.

She is hypocritical.

Just because she is Sa【~

She is a dark politician and a sinister power wielder. She uses a trace of worthless compassion to win the loyalty and love of a large number of people.

She knew what they longed for, these poor Sakaz who were constantly struggling in misery and ups and downs.

She weaves beautiful and illusory dreams to deceive them, so that they will shed their blood for their desire for power and ambition, draining the last value of these people, but making them feel grateful and cry bitterly.

^【,"

But later, Chen Mo discovered that he was wrong.

Is there really such a person in the world?

Are there people who are unwilling to give up in endless exile and frustration? Are there people who know that there will be no results and are confused but still want to go on stubbornly?

Are there people who accept reality but refuse to accept their fate?

Is there a person who can be exposed to the wind, frost, and mud, bruised and exhausted, but still show a heartfelt, gentle and bright smile?

The heart hidden under her smile must be so strong and so...scarred.

Chen Mo doesn't know...

He wanted to know.

He suddenly felt that he had forgotten a lot of things, and there was only a blank left in his mind. In the blank, there was no orphanage, no Chen, no Tallulah, nor the gray sky of Longmen and the dripping blood afterwards.

Only the figure of this woman remained.

I feel peaceful and calm like never before.

He seems to have found it.

But... it's too late.

But he still wanted to stay.

He wanted to know...what had he forgotten?

He wanted to know... was the box buried in the soil already decayed and turned into dust?

He wanted to know... where could she go?

he wants to know...

Destiny...is it really irreversible?

He's going to try again.

"Then did you find it later?" Texas asked softly.

The dim light of the setting sun fell on the girl, dyeing the long dark blue hair into a brilliant orange-red. Her hair fluttered in the evening wind and flew past her eyes.

She stared at the peaceful city in the distance under the setting sun.

In the room, the tired Angel and Sora leaned against each other and fell into a deep sleep. Angel was still holding the playing cards that he had not put down on his left hand. On the sofa, Croissant was lying on the sofa with pillows on his head and snoring softly. The saliva quickly wetted a small piece of the pillow under her head. Xiao Mo closed her eyes and leaned on Croissant's waist. She rarely had the opportunity to have as much fun as she did today.

The plan of being able to play until late at night was hastily ended in the afternoon.

Her energy should have been exhausted long ago, after all, they had just finished a long journey today.

The coffee table in the lounge was in a mess, filled with all kinds of snacks and snacks, playing cards, paper cups, flying chess pieces, half-eaten apple pie...

It's been a long time since it was so lively. Penguin Logistics seemed to accept me as an outsider generously. Thanks to the charming personality of Angel Lotte, this little party was very lively and warm.

Chen Mo looked back at Xiao Mo, who was lying on Croissant's waist, with soft eyes.

"I searched for a long time and thought I had found it." Chen Mo said, "I later discovered that what I was looking for was always beside me, but I didn't notice it."

What is Chen Mo looking for?