Longmen Memoirs

I can't tell whether it's love or dependence. Maybe it's both, or maybe it's just an illusion of sympathy.

Just like the two people who were hiding under the eaves without an umbrella, looking at each other's embarrassed looks, I felt a little fondness for each other, and felt lucky that I was not the only one.

"Do you know why Platycodon fell in love with Inuyasha?" Chen Mo said suddenly, without directly answering Texas' question.

This story was once a story that Chen Mo told her for fun when she was recovering in Texas during their journey. Texas just listened quietly, although Chen Mo could see curiosity and a touch of curiosity in her eyes. expect.

But later, Chen Mo never told this story again. Texas always thought that InuYasha in his story was making fun of him, because he described the Lupo tribe as monsters, but he said that it was from the East Kingdom that he Heard stories.

"That's not love." Chen Mo said, "It's because she saw herself in that dog demon. She was tired of this unchanging life and her own responsibilities. She wanted to live a new life, and this At that time, the dog demon happened to appear in front of her, and the right time was more important and cheaper than asking for help."

Texas seemed to understand what he meant, but not quite.

Of course she doesn't understand.

Unless she could understand Chen Mo's life as well as the fox, and understand his obsession and his character better than he himself, then she could understand what he said.

Only then can you understand the faint sarcasm and amusement in his eyes.

Fox's only regret in her life was that she appeared at the wrong time and missed a suitable opportunity, so that everything she did later seemed to be a futile joke.

"Of course people can start over. Anyone can choose the life he wants, as long as you can take that step and take that step with courage." Chen Mo said: "Whether it's a monster or a person, everything is the same." Likewise, you have to go out to see whether the results are good or bad.”

Chen Mo's words reminded Texas of that heavy rainy morning.

The 17-year-old girl was huddled on the damp ground spread out by several waste paper boxes. She was covered with a large piece of unfolded plastic. She stared blankly at the reflection of the puddle in front of her. The light rain was blocked by the narrow eaves above her head. , dripping onto the plastic sheet on his body.

The narrow, gray sky above the two walls in the alley.

Hunger and exhaustion made her lose the desire to think, and she just waited for something in the garbage pile numbly.

Maybe it's death, or maybe it's something more tragic.

She doesn't care anymore.

She heard footsteps, which crossed the puddles and staggered to a stop in front of her.

She raised her head blankly.

She saw the silver-gray wolf licking its wounds.

The rebirth of Texas was also the demise of another huge family.

The last Texan in the world...?No, maybe not last.

Some people think that they are alone, but people can never be alone, because they have friends and people, and because they are still alive, they will not be lonely while they are alive.

Chen Mo understands this truth, he has always understood it.

"No matter how I run away, my past will catch up with me one day." Texas said softly.

"You already know what to do, right?" Chen Mo asked.

Texas was silent for a while.

"I will cut it off with my own hands."

The past will not pass away, but people can still choose between two different endings, maybe better, maybe worse, but Texas has already taken that step.

She won't stay in the past.

Maybe she had a trace of nostalgia for the past, but it was not love. Just like people's inevitable dependence on tobacco, it was just another inevitable dependence.

"You are not alone." Chen Mo said. "Penguin Logistics, Energy Angel, Sora... Texas, you are not alone now, your future is still long, Texas is just a past destiny, it means nothing."

Texas looked at Chen Mo, and after a long time she spoke softly:

"……thanks."

No matter what purpose Chen Mo had for finding himself, it was no longer important to Texas. What was important was that she had such a life because of her appearance.

"polite."

Texas suddenly reached out and hugged Chen Mo, and before he had time to react, he hugged her neck, so the touch from his lips was soft and smelled of smoke.

The girl stood on tiptoes, and the gray wolf's tail swayed gently behind her.

There was a hint of coolness in the summer north wind, and dark blue hair brushed past Chen Mo's eyes.

Chen Mo's pupils shrank suddenly, and he wanted to push Texas away, but soon, before his hand could move, Texas's lips left his lips.

They should have been far away, but in fact they were once very close, as close as Texas' clothes, and every corner of her body had been reflected in Chen Mo's eyes.

If it weren't for Chen, Chen Mo wouldn't dare to deny that this girl would undoubtedly leave a place in his heart. It's better to say that he can't deny the past that happened between them now.

Just like Chen Mo couldn't deny that if Wei Na, who was far away in Victoria, said things to her, if she didn't hate them, she would probably like them more.

Dependence is the prerequisite for love. How can two seemingly different people not have complicated emotions towards each other?But Chen Mo's heart is too small, so small that he can't escape the Origin Stone crystal in his body, and he can't escape his past.

He always loves to deceive himself.

What he said to Texas, every word, every word, was not talking about himself, his past self.

One should not step into the same river twice, nor should one make the same mistake.

But...people always make the same mistakes.

Because sensibility is not bound to reality.

He and Texas were only ten centimeters apart, and the girl's amber pupils seemed to be emitting a warm light. In the light, Chen Mo saw his own reflection, which was clearer and more thorough than any mirror in the world.

She is also a shy person, and the blush on her face proves that she doesn't care about anything.

Chen Mo's shock gradually calmed down.

He failed to push Texas away, and Texas gently let go of his hand. She took a step back, turned her head, and avoided Chen Mo's sight. Chen Mo saw the red color on the side of her face, as the wind blew over her temples. of long hair.

I heard her say softly:

"It may be a little late, but I'm not going to run away."

Chen Mo suddenly thought of the question Texas asked him last moment.

Can one really start over?

yes【*

Chen Mo felt that Texas probably understood it wrong.

But he doesn't know what to say to Texas now.

Texas is 25 this year. Maybe without Chen Mo's appearance, she would really choose to treat Penguin Logistics as her home forever. She doesn't care whether her partner is a man or a woman, and she doesn't care who will accompany her throughout her life.

Even if she is alone, she can live a calm and free life.

But there is no chance in the world, everything is a coincidence, everything is destined.

In terms of Texas's character, if it wasn't the right time, if he wasn't prepared and the right time came, nothing would ever happen with her.

But from another perspective, she is actually a very open person, because her indifferent attitude towards most things means that she is destined to be less entangled in these unnecessary worries than anyone else.

This is really bad, Chen Mo thought.

He looked at the girl not far away from him. This gray wolf stared at the sunset on the horizon. After throwing all the burdens and emotions to him, he lived a stress-free and carefree life.

She should know that there is no possibility between them, but she will not escape.

That's not love, maybe not, but what does it matter? Why bother to delve too deeply into it.

Are you infected?

Yes, I know you're infected, but so what, I don't care.

I don't care if you are infected.

But I care.

Many people in the world are afraid of Originium Disease and those who are infected, but the most terrifying thing in the world is never some incurable terminal disease, but... the human heart.

It's the day and night fighting within the black wall, it's the support of the people on the northern plains of Ursus, it's the betrayal and separation of relatives on the battlefield in Northern Xinjiang, it's the isolation and helplessness of the Great Yan capital.

It is the helplessness that prosperity and glory, high officials and noble titles add to one's wake.

It is said that Yan Yan smiles, and there is evil intention hidden in the smile.

Chen Mo has gained power, status and luxury that no one in the world can match, and he has also been the most humble and despicable rat and domestic dog in the world.

Mountains, rivers, sun and moon, vicissitudes of the sea, soaring in the daytime, ups and downs.

None of those things could keep him, none of those things belonged to him.

Chen Mo owed so many things to so many people that he would never be able to pay them back in his lifetime.

next life...

There is a next life for people.

He could never forget the way Vina looked at him the night before leaving Victoria.

She watched without saying a word as she pushed open the door of the palace hall. Dawn had just broken in the sky of Londinium outside.

She wanted to say: You can stay.

But she didn't say that she knew he wouldn't stay.

Sitting on the throne, she can no longer pursue freedom.

Chen Mo exhaled softly.

He saw the brilliant dusk in the Longmen sky, in which wolves and snakes roamed the vast wasteland.

They should travel hand in hand all their lives, and countless trivial things would come into their lives.

He saw the dawn in Londinium, the rivers of blood flowed overnight, and how many families were destroyed.

He also saw the heavy rain pound【==

In the wasteland isolated from life, his pale face was reflected in the puddles. The earth was shaking. Amidst the shaking, he faced the first ray of dawn in the gray sky, and saw a huge thing approaching him.

The end of despair led to his wandering life.

He made other people's lives successful.

Even if there is no greatness, it is better than a life of mediocrity.

ps: I found that if this continues, it won’t be a matter of scum or not. As for the single female protagonist, she won’t obey my orders!

ps2: There is another chapter tonight.

Chapter 60 You're all right

[The Buddhist scriptures say: Put down the butcher knife and become a Buddha immediately.

Answer: If I put down my sword, where will the sins I have carried go?

The Buddhist scriptures also say: There is no end to the sea of ​​suffering, but when you turn around, you will reach the shore.

Then he replied: If there is no shore, why bother to look back. 】

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The Guards Bureau Building on Shangchang Street on May 1097, 5, Crystal Era

14:22 PM

Office of the Inspector General

The door to the office was pushed open from the inside, and Xingxiong, who was standing at the door, staggered slightly.

Fox walked out of the office and saw Xingxiong in front of the door. She raised her eyebrows slightly, and Xingxiong shrank back the coffee cup in his hand in embarrassment.

She really felt a little guilty, because in name, the foxhound in front of her was her guide to the Guards Bureau, and she owed the foxhound a huge favor.

But now it seems that Superintendent Su has some kind of unclear grudge with Lao Chen. Xingxiong has no intention of delving into the source of their grudge. She has an intuition that if she plows into it without knowing why, If you go in, you may find it difficult to escape.

Xing Xiong has always been a smart person, so he naturally knows what to say and what not to say, what he can understand and what he cannot understand.

Sometimes being confused is actually a good thing.

The first time she saw the long red sword named Chixiao hanging on Lao Chen's waist, Xingxiong had a bad premonition, and she didn't dare to go into too much detail.

She knows some shady things and shady people better than anyone else as she has grown up among various gangs in Longmenxia City over the years.

Although she has been cleansed now, there are some things that can never be distinguished from black and white, and some things are never just black and white.