Longmen Memoirs

"I gave him a choice, but he and his father have the same temperament." Wei Yanwu said, "Longmen can no longer have anything to do with him."

Wen Yue didn't ask any more questions.

"I miss Xiaota. Her face is so similar to your sister, but her eyes are like Edward's, and I don't know whose temper she resembled when she was a child... I haven't seen her in so many years."

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Shmir village in the northern tundra of Ursus

"you're awake."

A slightly surprised voice came from beside her. She followed the voice and looked over. The young white-haired girl was slowly placing the wooden bowl in her hand on the bedside.

He struggled to get up, but the injuries on his body were pulling on the wounds, and she couldn't do anything except bring stinging pain.

"Don't move around, your injury hasn't healed yet."

The girl hurriedly held her down, gently lifted her up, picked up a pillow and put it on her waist.

She was finally able to take a good look at the place she was in. It was an ordinary and simple Ursus house. It was made of wooden boards without any decoration. There were dried wild vegetables hanging on the walls and only a wooden chair and bed. The small table on the side is poorly made.

"You saved me."

"Have you forgotten? It wasn't me who saved you. You fainted at the door last night covered in blood. It was the kind-hearted grandfather and grandmother here who saved you and brought you back from the door."

"My sword..."

"The old lady is hiding. You don't have to worry. The people here are very nice. It was night when you came and no one noticed your appearance. People move around frequently. The old lady told people that you are the daughter they left behind after leaving their son. Now come back to look for relatives."

The young woman sat by the bed and picked up the wooden bowl. In the wooden bowl was cooked moss wheat mixed with a little minced meat.

The fragrance spreads with the heat.

She couldn't help but swallow after not being able to eat properly for several days. Even a bowl of food, which had been nothing more than simple food before, was enough to attract her attention.

The young woman seemed to notice her gaze.

"Are you hungry?"

She didn't speak and looked away slightly embarrassed.

The young woman scooped up the wheat porridge, blew it gently, and put the wooden spoon in front of her mouth. She hesitated but couldn't hold back the hunger in her belly and opened her mouth.

"My name is Alina, what's your name?"

"I……"

She paused, and the warmth of the food in her stomach made her feel that she was still alive. The girl in front of her had a gentle smile on her face, which made her feel warm and reassuring.

"Tallulah."

She answered in a weak voice.

ps: At this time, Chen Huijie had just gone to study abroad. At this time, Tallulah met Alina for the first time. At this time, Chen Mo was saving favors for Tallulah in Kazdale.

ps2: This is the last chapter of this volume, the next volume, Black Steel’s Past

Chapter 112 Kelsey, she was half of my teacher

Kelsey was once half of my teacher. She taught me how to explore the secrets hidden in my body. Although she is not good at fighting, she is an expert in many cities on this land. One of the broadest people.

But Lucille inadvertently mentioned that she had met Kelsey a long time ago, before the civil war like today broke out in Sarkaz.

Theresia was still young at that time, the late king was still there, and Kazdael yearned for revival.

When this shrewd and stingy businessman and engineering supervisor mentioned this past, there was a hint of darkness and sadness in her eyes that could not be concealed. She was unwilling to tell me more. I know that this is probably the most important thing in every Sakaz's heart. A pain that no one wants to mention.

I asked her why she told me this.

She replied that it would be good for you to know more about Kelsi.

Kelsey is an old woman who has lived for many years.

I have good hearing, she whispered so quietly.

I can imagine that she may have vaguely noticed something. Although she kept it secret from Kelsey, everyone has their own secrets and reasons that they don't want to mention. I won't pursue it too much.

The long time and long wandering gave Kelsi extraordinary knowledge and vision, but also gradually took away her emotions. Her feelings became more and more indifferent. When the same thing happened too many times in different forms before her eyes. After this, no matter who you are, you will feel tired and tired.

No one knows what Kelsey is looking for. She never talks about distant scenes to anyone. She always only talks about the present.

In her eyes, anything can happen, and there is no such thing as absolute.

Therefore, she always imitates what she says.

It's like she no longer has any expectations for the unpredictable future.

Only when facing His Highness, that always cold face could occasionally detect a smile at the corner of her mouth.

She taught me how to search for the answers coursing through my veins, and she said she was also exploring the secrets in me that deserved her attention as a doctor and scholar.

Whether it is because of her personal career as a doctor and researcher, or because of her own private thoughts.

She believed that if I could master the secrets inside my body as soon as possible, it would be a good thing both for promoting the progress of her research and for saving my life.

She was extremely calm when she said these words, and the rhetoric she came up with was always so objective and rational, laying out all the stakes, making her seem inhumane.

But I can still sense that she is no stranger to these things.

She reminded me of a saying I heard in the past, doctors cannot heal themselves.

I don’t know if Kelsey is looking for a way to heal herself. After wandering this land for so many years, has she found the answer she wants?

I hope it will be.

Because whether she admits it or not, in my heart, she has been half of my teacher, even though she was indifferent to me, even though she had doubts about me.

But she taught me a lot of knowledge about this land, and she specially found for me many special cases and unknown Origin Stone techniques hidden in the dust of history.

She taught me theory and healed my injuries.

We didn't meet often. Between two and three months, she would use the specific contact information of Liting and Tower of Babel to find me, maybe an apartment on a certain street in a certain city, or an old house in a certain village. , or maybe it's just an abandoned mine or a cave in the mountains.

We maintained a specific connection, one that only she and I knew.

She came alone, carrying a medicine box on her waist, like a famous traveling chiropractor. That was the first time I saw that thing, extending from her back.

She calls it Mon3tr.

At least it proves that she has the ability to keep herself safe.

Mon3tr looks like a ferocious monster, but Kelsey uses it to save people. It's really funny. I think that thing must be very efficient in killing people and has no disadvantages, but it is no longer strange after that.

At that time, I had no good feelings or even respect for Kelsey. It was difficult for me to have good feelings and respect for a person who led me to fight and die, even if it was my own choice.

But that's how people are, they always have to find a reason for themselves.

I was just afraid of and repulsed her. When I made fun of her, she rarely remained silent, but her hand movements were much harder than usual.

It hurts.

Sometimes it rains heavily, sometimes it’s dark, sometimes it’s windy and snowy.

I usually take off my shirt and sit in front of her, the flickering candlelight of the oil lamp, the heavy rain outside the cave, the dense crowds downstairs, the unique atmosphere and noise of Sakaz city, the silence and slight cold in the mountains and forests.

As the forces of Li Court deepened, more and more scars appeared on my body, and sometimes Kelsey even had to deal with the inflamed and unhealed wounds and rotten flesh for me.

Thanks to her, the medical coverage I receive is much better than that of my men.

Her actions in dealing with the injury were skillful and focused, but it still made people feel mechanical and even numb.When the dim light of the candlelight illuminates that indifferent and delicate face, her indigo pupils will reflect a faint flame, like starlight. As time goes by, this makes me feel a long-lost peace of mind.

It's like a wandering prodigal who has found temporary respite, and it's like a patient who can't help but feel reassured by the doctor.

Kelsey used to be half of my teachers, but I didn't have any bad thoughts about her. She was really not suitable to be a partner because I couldn't guess what she was thinking in her heart, and I didn't have the ability to touch her. Touch her hidden soul.

My dissatisfaction and fear of her became less and less with each goodbye, except for my treatment, collecting tissue and blood, recording vital signs and state of consciousness.

I knew she probably wouldn't care, but my mind did change.

I began to try to communicate more with her. Her business-like attitude caused me a lot of trouble. But after several meetings, we gradually began to talk about more topics besides being a doctor.

She never asked about what happened to me when I left the court, and I didn’t want to tell her how many people I had killed.

She is indeed an excellent teacher.

I can feel that as I explore and deepen my own physiological roots, and with each use and proficiency of Origin Stone skills, under her guidance, I gradually understand my own structure, and gradually see clearly... The monster hiding inside me.

As I get closer to it in my dreams, I am slowly transforming into it.

It's short, but it doesn't stop.

I think that one day, when I can no longer control it, I will no longer be able to distinguish between dreams and reality, and by then I will become it, or it will become me.

So later, there was an additional item in the notes Kelsey brought that needed to be recorded.

"It's good that you didn't choose to hide it from me. It shows that you are aware of the seriousness it will bring. I can't explain to you the reasons for this phenomenon. Life on the earth is very tenacious, and they have their own characteristics in evolution. Position, acquired taming and confrontation are often in vain, but you are an exception."

"You must be vigilant, keep your ego, and remember who you are. I can give you some advice, but it may not work. If you want to control it, you have to find the way yourself. The more powerful you are, the more powerful you are. It’s fragility, that’s the nature of everything.”

Even though she said that, she still found me a lot of information that I couldn't understand, so usually when my men were resting in the camp outside the court, I was the only one who had to immerse myself in answering the questions about the pile of information in my hand. Endless test papers.

Good teachers are always tough.

From then on, she began to mention some past events to me on her own initiative. It felt like an old man reminiscing about his vague memories. She didn't care if anyone listened carefully. She began to be willing to answer some simple questions from me, and even more so. Most of them, she chose not to mention.

"...You don't need to know too much." She always answered what she didn't want to talk about.

"Don't think, don't ask."

So I began to gradually understand how ridiculous my original idea was, and I also began to realize the fatal problems that I had ignored because of my urgency.

When topics such as freedom, human rights, dignity, and equality were raised from the quagmire of the bottom, it took hundreds of years to deduce and consolidate.

Countless young people, scholars, thinkers, educators, countless newspapers, journals, papers, and speeches.

Countless people of insight, countless books and classics, and countless demonstrations have been fighting for these words for hundreds of years, but I... I have the delusion that in a few years, with the help of my own mind, The specious but shallow memories that remain are used in an attempt to speed up this process.

"Not too stupid," she said.

That was the first time I saw the smile on her lips, towards me.

It quickly disappeared and disappeared.

In her eyes, I should be a junior, a whimsical young man, a child who is eager for success but does not realize that he is anxious.

His Highness once said that the earth is not kind to age, but children are always people's constant hope.

I agree with this statement, but I fail to truly understand it. Kelsey understands it more deeply than I do.

Maybe in her eyes, I am also half a child.Because children should not have my many complicated thoughts, because although those thoughts are urgent, they are enough to show that I have grown up.

Growing up never only refers to the aging brought about by age and time.

She was once my half-teacher. When I was deeply involved in the turmoil of leaving the court, she taught me the principles of life intentionally or unintentionally. Except for His Highness, she did not show any clear concern to anyone.

I suddenly understood why His Highness would acquiesce in Kelsey's contact with me.

I also suddenly understood that maybe in Her Highness's eyes, I am really just a child. No matter how grandiose ideas and mature views I show, she will still inevitably treat me this way.

It's not contempt, but respect. Respect and care that are unfamiliar to me can't help but make me feel lost.

I think maybe it's because of the scene when His Highness gave me that gift two years ago, when she gently hugged my neck from behind and leaned on my shoulder.

In the picture, there is a cracked ceiling, a slowly rotating ceiling fan overhead, and bright sunshine outside the window.

In the past, the Sarkazi monarchs had rewarded their heroes with visions and solace, the sight of majestic walls or lost loved ones.

I enjoyed this treatment in advance, but I couldn't hold back the tears falling on His Highness's arm. The bright and warm room in the Tower of Babel【%@

My past experiences have made me understand that the biggest and strongest prison in the world is never in the hands. It is in people's hearts and locked in their minds.

I can break the chain between 052 and 013, but I can never break away from the regret and unwillingness left by the black wall in my heart.

I can escape the suffocating and despairing blockade of Longmen, but I can never escape the three-foot golden circle drawn for myself.

From that moment on, I knew that I was trapped in a prison.

Your Highness used her gentleness to keep me because I had what she needed, but more importantly, because she was a gentle person.

Kelsey never concealed her suspicion and distrust of me, but she healed my wounds time and time again and taught me to pursue answers.

The doctor and I are half friends... He is not a good guy. He even plots against his own people. I can probably guess from the mask and hood he wears on his head that he is trying to avoid being hunted, but there is no strategy behind him. , I may have fallen into the abyss of Kazdaele.