Longmen Memoirs

"Being a police officer is dangerous and tiring. Did you see that those people who used to run around here wearing black clothes every day were police officers?"

"I said I would help you." Su Li raised his head: "Where are you, where am I."

"Are you the only one who still helps me?" Chen Mo looked at Su Li, then sneered after a few seconds, raised the magazine in his hand and tapped Su Li on the head.

"Little brat!"

You can't help me, because even I don't know where I should go from now on.Chen Mo sometimes envies Su Li. Children don't understand anything and naturally don't need to think so much. Sometimes, being too premature is also a kind of torture, just like someone who clearly wants to stay by his side, but tells himself to let go. own hands.

The night of April 1077, 7 in the Crystal Age

"Come here?"

"Hey, good morning, Uncle Wang."

"So sensible? Tell me, what do you want to do?"

"Uncle Wang, last time I heard you said we would be leaving here soon, right?"

"Well, what's wrong, Xiao Mo?"

"Going to an orphanage?"

"Do you know what an orphanage is?"

"I know! It's just the orphans who go to [*&

"You're so smart, Xiao Mo, come and let Uncle Wang hug you."

"You can hug me, but Uncle Wang, do you want to answer a question for me first?"

"Little slippery man. What's the problem?"

"I have a friend who is very good at playing. Uncle Wang, can you help me and get us together?"

"Is he the little guy who has been following you these past few days?"

"Hey, yes."

"Uncle Wang wants to help you, but Xiaomo, these matters are not under Uncle Wang's control. There will be a dedicated person in charge of this matter. Uncle Wang can help you ask. Okay, now come over and let Uncle Wang give you a hug. .”

"I remembered that I have something else to do. Goodbye, Uncle Wang!"

"You run so fast, little boy. He is indeed Inspector Chen's son."

Chen Mo was lying on the bed, but his mind recalled the conversation he had with Uncle Wang during the day. He knew very well that there was no hope in asking him what he meant.

"Fox cub, are you asleep?" Chen Mo asked.

"I woke up because of you." Su Li opened his eyes.

"I didn't sleep, so I didn't wake up." Chen Mo retorted, "Can I tell you something?"

"Ah."

"You said..." Chen Mo paused for a few seconds and organized his words: "What if we are not together one day?"

Su Li suddenly reached out and grabbed Chen Mo's back.

"You have to go!"

"Hiss~ be gentle, be gentle, you've caught my flesh."

Su Li loosened his grip a little, but still grabbed the short sleeves behind Chen Mo's back.

"I mean, if, if, you say we can't be together forever, you will also get married in the future, right? You have to have your own family and children, and you are a man."

Chen Mo suddenly felt that what he said was very much like the nagging aunt on the street, her words were serious and thoughtful.

"Don't get married!" Su Li said.

"You can't live with me forever without getting married, right? If you don't want to marry me, I will marry you."

"I will marry you!"

"Do you know what marriage is? Come on, you are a man."

"I... you can't leave anyway. If you leave, I will be alone."

"Don't go, don't go. I mean if, you know what if." Chen Mo explained: "What if it hasn't happened yet..."

"If that doesn't work!" Su Huhu suddenly interrupted Chen Mo loudly and grabbed his hand a little harder.

"Okay, okay, let go first."

"Not loose!"

"Ah." Chen Mo was a little irritated by Su Li's answer. He covered himself with the quilt and said, "It's up to you, I'm going to sleep."

Since it hasn't happened yet, there are some possibilities, such as luck, but luck is often unreliable.Chen Mo doesn't believe in luck. If he were to believe it, it should be the so-called fate.

It is fate that you meet someone worthy of your reliance. It is destined that he will go behind that tent, that he will meet Su Hu, and that they will be separated one day.

Su Li looked at Chen Mo's back and opened his mouth, but did not say what he wanted to say.

"Don't go." He still didn't let go.

Chen Mo didn't answer. He seemed to have really fallen asleep and could no longer hear any sound.

Su Li is not stupid, on the contrary, he is very sensitive. He knows that Chen Mo will not say this to him for no reason. In fact, he occasionally hears people talking about how they will leave the orphanage soon.

But he, now he can only choose to use this superficial and clumsy way to keep the people he wants to keep.

They have lost enough things, but people are destined to lose a lot in this life, and there will only be more in the future.

Chapter 7 Fool, idiot, unlucky guy

Light Rain, July 1077, 7, Crystal Era

Chen Mo walked through the corridor of the wooden room holding a tattered umbrella. Su Huhu followed Chen Mo holding a cardboard box.

There is a gray sky above the head, and raindrops hit the black umbrella surface along the eaves of the wooden house. The cement floor at the corner of the ground has left little holes over time, and some green moss has grown.

"Where are we going?" Su Li asked Chen Mo while holding the cardboard box.

The edge of the carton and his arms were a little wet from the rain. Chen Mo turned his umbrella slightly and leaned towards Su Li.

"Go and see an unlucky guy." He said, his childish voice a little hoarse.

"Oh."

They stopped at the western end of the resettlement camp, in front of a small slope. Su Li knew what this place was used for. He had seen someone burning yellow paper here a few evenings ago, and there was a vague sound. Su Li was far away at that time and could not hear the cry clearly.

He heard those people say that it was used for rituals, and those yellow papers were ghost papers. Su Li didn't understand what a festival was, but he had the idea of ​​burning some ghost papers like them, but But he couldn't find where to get those yellow papers.

Chen Mo handed the umbrella to Su Li, took the cardboard box from his hand and opened it on the ground. Su Li stood behind him holding an umbrella. He saw that the opened cardboard box was full of yellow paper.

Chen Mo took out the ghost paper placed inside and handed it to Su Li.

"Would you like to burn some too?" Chen Mo asked.

"it is good."

Su Li took the paper and squatted next to Chen Mo.

When the flames rose, the swaying firelight in the rain illuminated Chen Mo's side face and Su Li's body under the gray sky, leaving two small shadows behind them.

"You know, little fox, actually there is nothing when a person dies, and there is no such thing as a soul, because none of us have ever seen one."

"We always thought they would come back. But will they come back? No, because I have never seen them come back to me. They should come to me."

[Come here to find me, the bastard who took over the magpie's nest and took away the child that originally belonged to them. 】

Chen Mo said, and then asked: "Have you seen it?"

"No." Su Li shook his head.

"Not even in the dream?"

"Ah."

"Me too." Chen Mo said, "But I'm afraid that one day I will forget what they look like, and one day I will never remember them again."

Su Li looked at Chen Mo quietly. He wanted to say something, but he didn't know what he should say. He wanted to speak, but found that he couldn't remember what to say after he spoke.

He was only seven years old, and he just felt a little depressed and dull. Looking at Chen Mo's profile, he suddenly felt that he was out of tune with him. Or rather, now Chen Mo was out of tune with everyone in his memory, as if he was out of place. Appear here and suddenly disappear one day.

"Actually, those who burn the paper are not burning the paper, they are burning peace of mind." Chen Mo said softly.

[But I may never feel at ease. 】

He turned his head and looked at Su Li, who was throwing the paper into the fire with one hand and holding a broken umbrella with the other.

"Don't say something?"

Su Li shook his head.

Chen Mo threw the last piece of paper into the fire. Amidst the ashes and fireworks floating in the rain, he looked at the plumes of smoke flying into the sky.

He muttered softly:

"The soul returns..."

Su Li looked at him, light rain fell on his face, and something slowly flowed down from the corner of his eyes.

"Are you crying?"

"It's rain." Chen Mo stretched out his hand to wipe his eyes.

"Oh."

But he clearly held an umbrella for him.

They sat next to the burned-out fire, holding the tattered umbrellas, looking at the hazy resettlement camp in the rain and fog, the wooden houses with blue and white labels, the walls, and the beating raindrops on the steel wire mesh.

Chen Mo took out a pack of cigarettes from his bag, put it in the corner of his mouth and lit it. Su Li watched his movements, stretched out his hand and took out one from the cigarette box in Chen Mo's hand.

"Will it?" Chen Mo asked.

"No." Su Li put the cigarette in his mouth.

"Kids don't smoke."

"You're a child too."

"I'll grow up, one day."

"I can do it too."

In the drizzle, they gathered together to light the cigarettes at the corners of their mouths. Su Li coughed violently, but still managed not to spit it out.

Chen Mo looked at him and laughed.

"I'm really not used to it." Chen Mo said.He also felt very uncomfortable, especially with a seven-year-old body.

"I finally got it from Uncle Wang, don't let it go to waste."

He reached out and took off the cigarette from the corner of Su Li's mouth, extinguished it, put it back into the cigarette case, and threw the cigarette case and the cigarette into the fire behind him.

Su Li covered his mouth and looked at Chen Mo's actions with an uncomfortable frown.He still felt uncomfortable in his throat, and there was a strong smell that made him feel a little nauseous.

"When did you learn it?" Su Li asked.

"A long time ago." Chen Mo held a cigarette in his mouth and pretended to be serious: "A long time ago."

"I do not believe."

"It's up to you whether you believe it or not. I don't expect you to believe it anyway." Chen Mo took off the cigarette and threw it into the fire.

He walked down the slope, put his hands behind his head, and turned around and shouted:

"Go back, little fox."

She was waiting for him to come home that day. He said he would come back, and she was ready to play the role of a good child.

Because that day was supposed to be...Christmas.

June 1077, 7, Crystalline Era

Today is the registration day. After quarantine, children under the age of 12 will leave the orphanage today and be arranged to another place.

As expected, Su Li and Chen Mo were arranged to different places.

Perhaps because of the police badge, they walked to different cars.