Longmen Memoirs

"Mommy first, then you."

Xiao Mo explained that the little girl smiled brightly, as if she said these words deliberately to herself.

The words were puzzling, but Chen Mo didn’t know why he understood them.

There was a brief silence.

I'm a little envious, but I also know that in this child's heart, this kind of envy can only be exchanged for long-term companionship.

"Besides the amusement park?"

"Then go find Neng Qiang..." When Neng Qiang was not around, she would not add the word "sister", probably because besides being older than Xiao Mo, Neng Qiang didn't look like she could be a sister at all. Texas, although she doesn't talk much, is called Sister Wolf by Xiao Mo.

She really liked Angel Neng, but Chen Mo didn't know how to tell her that if they wanted to see Neng Angel, they might have to go to the detention center.

Perhaps through the isolation window, Xiao Mo could happily chat with Neng Angel on the phone for the whole afternoon. Chen Mo, who has the right to be the deputy leader of the action team, can still do this now.

"It may not be possible to go to the Angels. They have to work late today."

Chen Mo had no choice but to tell a lie. At least it was better than running away to the detention center with his child. At the same time, he also retained the positive image of Neng Angel, which may not have been much left in the first place. It can be said that he had done a lot of merit. Even if Neng Angel knew about it, he would have to thank himself.

"Well..." Xiao Mo hesitated, pinching his fingers in frustration, and had no idea for a while. "I don't know where I'm going. Anyway, I'll be happy wherever I go with you."

The last sentence was like a heavy city-breaking awl, instantly breaking through Chen Mo's weak defense.

When she looked over, Xiao Mo winked at him, with a successful smile on his lips.

It turned out to be a little fox.

Chen Mo immediately understood that the disappointment she showed and the words she said before might be intentional, but even so, people will deceive themselves without conscience, not to mention this little girl is so cute.

"Little liar..." He reached out and flicked the little girl's forehead.

Xiao Mo covered his forehead where he was hit, laughed twice and stuck out his tongue.

Chen Mo secretly decided to take her less to play with the powerful angels in the future. God knows if Xiao Mo turned into the second powerful angel, Chen would stab him again with Chi Xiao.

He didn't think he could have the same luck twice.

There is an orphanage in the corner of Longmen City. Outside the orphanage, there are rows of maple trees. The leaves rustle in the summer breeze. The sunlight penetrates the gaps between the leaves and falls on the hard and slightly cracked leaves. Spots of light remain on the road.

When the big rusty iron door of the orphanage is pulled open, it will make a tooth-piercing friction sound. Some of the rust has peeled off, and green rose vines surround the wall that is as high as one person.

Chen Mo held Xiao Mo's hand and stood outside the big iron gate.

The person who opened the iron door was wearing a clean black and white nun's uniform as if it had never been changed, but the young face that had become fragmented in memory had the marks of time from unknown time.

She looked at Chen Mo standing outside the door with confusion. Behind her were pairs of curious, surprised, probing eyes, large and small, gathered around her, but also timidly shrinking from fear.

"...Mr., what can I do for you?" she asked Chen Mo cautiously and politely.

Chen Mo looked at the brats behind her and squeezed the silver-haired girl's palm.

He couldn't relax at all, especially towards the seven or eight-year-old boy behind the nun who was frequently looking at his lovely daughter with curious eyes.

There was a gentle smile on his face.

"Ms. Essie, long time no see."

"You are..." The nun held her breath and looked closely at the face that was no longer childish.

"Chen Mo." Perhaps this name was not enough for Ms. Ai Xi to span nearly 20 years. Chen Mo added: "Tallulah and...Chen Mo."

When they were children, they had regarded each other as one half of their lives.

ps: Don’t you give counting votes (crazy hint)?

Chapter 86 Speechless

They never hesitate to provide warm blankets to roadside travelers on cold nights and share the little food left, but they refuse to let infected people who are about to freeze to death faint from hunger under their roofs.

But can you conclude that there is no good in their hearts?

No, it’s not that they don’t understand kindness, but the rules of this world don’t allow kindness to infected people.

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As Ms. Ai Xi stepped into the big iron gate of the orphanage, time seemed to have spanned more than ten years in an instant. Chen Mo, who thought he had already succumbed to reality, still felt sad and sad. mood.

He found that the shoulders of his body were already higher than Ms. Essie's thin shoulders. Unknown to him, the former nuns had gradually become no longer tall in his eyes.

I have never felt so clearly that I have grown up.

When I was a child in the dark night of the orphanage, looking at the silent neon lights of the city in the distance, I hoped most that I could grow up quickly, but time will never change because of a child's pitiful fantasy, and I finally felt like waiting The days were long and cruel, which made people panic, but later on, he gradually wished to stay here forever, but it was also time, leaving no room for him.

In fact, I knew in my heart that those who should grow up would eventually grow up, but my thoughts at that time had quietly changed.

I didn't realize that I was becoming more and more like a child.

Equally naive, equally ridiculous.

Chen Mo's eyes slowly swept across the courtyard of the orphanage. The unchanged stone roads and green lawns were much neater and lusher than in the past memory. Maybe the memory has been blurred and he couldn't remember what it looked like before. Maybe it was the nuns later. We took the children to repair it again.

The trunk of the oak tree is thicker, and the swing tied under the trunk is not the simple one made of ropes and wooden boards in the memory.

There are some old slides and other yellow and green park toys in the yard. The swing will no longer be the only toy that all the children in the orphanage fight over.

It has received so much cold treatment over the years. While I feel happy for the orphanage, I can't help but feel a little lonely.

I still remember that if I swing the swing at the bottom of the oak tree with all my strength, I can just see the world outside the wall. My only fantasy at that time was that the rows of red maple leaves would float into the walls of the orphanage in autumn, so I just happened to It has become a collection of some children at the bottom of the book.

Fortunately, the pool next to the wall has not changed much as before. The summer heat drove several children to gather around the pool full of water. The smiles on their faces and the laughter followed the children's noise. Flooded into the ears.

There are cicadas chirping, but it’s not the day to catch cicadas yet.

Ms. Lan Min was not seen.

Ms. Essie, who was leading the way, suddenly stopped and noticed the peeling wall next to the door. The three-story wooden chapel had long since lost the shadow of the monastery. Compared with the sculptures hanging on the wall in the church, It is closer to everything that a place for serving God should have.

Maybe being noisy is not in line with holiness. Maybe the cumbersome rituals and the peaceful heart have been replaced and filled by a group of childish and troublesome brats. Maybe the nuns also know that except for the nun uniforms, they have nothing to do with serious nuns. There is everything.

This place is no longer a convent, and it can no longer be called a convent since Lady Teresa decided to convert it into an orphanage, which resulted in the departure of several nuns.

But the people who stay here are not just nuns.

Chen Mo does not believe in God, because he has never seen God smile at him or extend his hand, but it is undeniable that he grew up under God's gaze. God did not see him, but he was raised by a group of God's waiters.

Mother Teresa was standing at the door. Several little children behind her poked their heads out furtively. Chen Mo didn't have to think about it and knew that the children had secretly told Ms. Teresa the news of their arrival.

Maybe he was afraid that his arrival would change something, or maybe he was just curious and wanted to be praised by the nuns. The children in the orphanage were the same as he was back then.

Ms. Theresa looked steadily at Chen Mo standing at the bottom of the steps.

The hair on her temples was much mottled than the last time I saw her.

Chen Mo wanted to show her a reassuring smile, but found that he raised the corners of his mouth and gradually calmed down. He understood that the smile was not suitable for this occasion, but other than that, there was no expression that could express the emotions in his heart.

It wasn't until Ms. Theresa was hugging her tightly at a trot that I felt that Ms. Theresa's arms were still so warm and reassuring. Then I finally had the courage to smile gently.

Whisper in Ms. Teresa's ear and reply: "I'm fine."

It's like saying: I'm back.

"Just come back."

Suddenly I remembered the night several years ago, when I met this kind and gentle woman again. Holding an oil lamp and wearing a coat, she stood at the door and looked at Tallulah, who was dusty and weathered, and wrapped in a raincloth and carried on her back. The self behind.

At that time, the two of them could no longer hide their identities as infected people, but they were not turned away because of their identities.

In fact, the three words "infected" are not enough to make people fear and fear. What really makes people fear and fear is the gap suddenly opened by these three words.

The distance between hearts.

I'm not ready, so I can't accept it, I can't understand it, so I hate it, but it doesn't help.

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As expected, the fox was waiting outside the door, and the police car gently turned off all the dazzling lights and sirens.

Fox is the person who knows himself best.

It didn't disturb the sleep of any child in the orphanage.

After bidding farewell to Ms. Theresa, she stepped into the police car. When Ms. Theresa stood in the night wind and stared at him, she suddenly felt panicked and uncomfortable.

Yes, a group of orphans who have lost their homes. If we become the remnants and scum of society and end up in jail, it is a normal thing in the eyes of others, because we have no education, we have no parents, and because we are in their eyes Cool and thin by nature.

Perhaps at that time, she knew that she had finally embarked on the path that the nuns did not want to see her embark on. How much disappointment did Ms. Teresa have in her eyes that were obscured by the night? Because she did not dare to look, so unknown.

Finally calmed down all the emotions.

Someone gently pulled Chen Mo's palm.

The movements around her attracted Ms. Theresa's attention. The little girl was undoubtedly cute and romantic. Her short silver hair reflected the sunlight in the sky and made it dazzling.

Her slightly immature horns poked out of her silver hair, and the green-black tail behind her swayed gently, which seemed to confirm that she was slightly uneasy at this time, but her big eyes couldn't help but look curiously at everything around her. Finally, It fell on Ms. Teresa's face, and looked past her at the peers blinking at her behind the door.

"This child is..." Ms. Theresa seemed to have guessed something.

Ms. Essie also cast a glance.

Nothing to hide.

"She is my family, Xiaomo...Chen Xiaomo."

Suddenly, I felt that this scene seemed like I was leaving home, so I told my family, half-showing off and half-reassuring, who the stranger beside me was, hoping to gain their approval.

But the word family has long been blurred.

"Hello." Xiao Mo said obediently: "My name is Chen Xiaomo."

"Hello, Xiao Mo." Ms. Theresa leaned down slightly to answer, then looked at Chen Mo and sighed happily: "Well... that's great."

They all still remember the original agreement: [I look forward to you bringing your children to see me often in the future. 】

Now, Chen Mo finally fulfilled the joke that seemed to be more than promised.

People should understand themselves, not try to understand the world.

ps: Also, the next chapter is Tarua.

Chapter 87 Fairy Tale World

It is a bad thing that there is no boundary between right and wrong in the world of adults. It is not necessarily a good thing that there is only right and wrong in the world of children.

Because adults know right and wrong, but children often know only a little.

Their world is black and white, and it should be as easy to change as graffiti.

When I opened my eyes in this world, everything unfamiliar made me uneasy, and the chaotic sceneries brought an unspeakable absurdity to my heart. But the fact was that it would not change just because I closed my eyes, so I started telling myself to learn. Live in this world and try to slowly get in touch with the people and things in front of you.

Integrate them.

face the reality.

I have struggled after being helpless and powerless, I have been hesitant, confused, and paranoid. Fortunately, I am not alone when I first come into contact with this world. I am accepted by others. No matter whether I admit it in my heart or not, I will always be infected.

The child's body is fragile and immature, but the life of relying on a certain family is not sad. Even if it later falls apart due to disaster, it was only then that he finally realized that it was not that he had not admitted it, but that he was not frank enough, but he could never do it again. A chance.

I have lost a lot, it is better to say that I have been losing.

The box buried in the soil, the tombstone, the light snow falling on the umbrella, and her increasingly thin face.

It was the first time that the world felt so real, and it was also the first time that I understood that there was no possibility of change.

Maybe naive delusion is just an excuse to escape reality and convince yourself. Maybe relying on this child's body should not think too much about it.

Maybe...she had noticed it the night before she decided to leave.

There are too many possibilities, just like there are so many regrets buried in the dust of yesterday. It will always be there, whether you look at it or not, think about it or not.

Following Ms. Teresa into the entrance of the orphanage, the old dining table and the graffiti from the past were still left on the window glass. Ms. Aysie is still as ingenious as ever.

His eyes paused on the dining table.

I can't help but think of the girl sitting in front of the dining table with her legs swaying slightly. When the sunlight passes through the window, her short silver hair will reflect the dazzling light. Every strand of hair is clearly visible in the morning light.