Longmen Memoirs

Chen Mo took off the key, inserted it into the keyhole and made a clicking sound, and the door lock turned.

Sfeldt suddenly asked:

"Do you think that girl from Longmen will still remember you?"

Chen Mo's hand holding the key paused. He took out the key and pushed open the door, holding Si Feilte on his body.

"...You drank too much, Brother Si."

"Yeah, I drank too much, you didn't, but I was very sober."

Sfeldt swayed and stopped at the door, and his hand on Chen Mo's shoulder suddenly tightened.

"How long has it been? Let me help you calculate. It has been ten years since you left. You said that girl will still be waiting for you at Longmen after you go back." He asked, raising his head, his eyes blurred: "Stop dreaming, Brothers, you are the playmates I met in the orphanage. How important are you? This is not a fairy tale. People can still miss you and wait for you to come back, but you are the only one stupid enough to lie to yourself. Isn’t it interesting? "

Is this interesting?

Maybe it was because he was drunk that Sfeldt could say this, or maybe it was just because he had been looking for Chen Mo in Kazdale for a year and listened to Chen Mo's ridiculous wishes and stories. Even if he wanted to raise a dog, these It’s possible to develop relationships even after you’re young, let alone an individual.

He will be unworthy of you because he really regards you as one of his own. He will advise you and warn you. He knows that you don’t like to hear it, but he will still say it. Except for people who really care about you, few people are willing to do this. Do.

Sfeldt didn't speak, he leaned on Chen [@}

Chen Mo knew what he wanted to say. He had always wanted to say this on the way back from Kazdale, but he could never find a chance to mention it. He also knew Chen Mo's character and what he was thinking in his heart. He was obsessed with this. .

He couldn't be ruthless enough to destroy even this persistence.

Sometimes, all people need is just an idea, maybe it's just a thought, or maybe they are desperate.

The lights in the room turned on, Chen Mo helped the sleeping Sifield into the room, and the door slowly closed.

Chen Mo looked at Sfeldt who was leaning on him.

"I know it's boring, Brother Si." Chen Mo said, "I also know that maybe after I go back, she won't remember me and we will pass by each other. She has already met other boys and fallen in love with other people. With other ideals, I am no longer in her life."

Chen Mo said softly, as if talking to himself.

"We are just the most common group of people in this land who are destined to have different fates."

When I was young, I wanted to use their identities to plan for my future, because I knew they were not ordinary people, but when it came time, I couldn't choose my original purpose.

Children can understand what love and liking are. They don’t understand. They haven’t even learned to weigh the pros and cons, and they can’t distinguish between good and bad. They are naive, and their lives are limited to the small area of ​​their own cognition. sky, those few people were gradually erased in time.

I never thought that I would walk into the Black Wall because of my second choice, so I have regretted it, but there is no turning back on this land.

I can only go on like this until I return to Longmen. No matter what the result is, I finally gave myself an explanation, and now I have one more reason to go back to Longmen.

Chapter 6 Si Ba Po and Chen Qiong Gui

Sfeldt's house is not that big. It is located in a remote outer city area, some distance away from the Black Steel headquarters. Although it is not a slum, it can only be said to be at the middle-class level.

A single-family house of more than 50 square meters. The window faces the high-rise buildings in the city. At night, the red navigation lights are flashing on the roof. There is a parking garage downstairs, so the house is about three meters above the ground. It is considered the second floor. You can just see the street lights and A wide and quiet street outside the iron fence.

The sparks of the cigarette flickered in the cool night wind, and with every breath, the scattered smoke filled the wind and gradually faded away.

In fact, the cigarette itself does not hold anything, but when the interfering smell of nicotine blooms in the mouth, invades the brain, diffuses along the smoke, continues to permeate, and finally slowly dissipates in the air, people will slowly develop a habit.

Get used to the smell, get used to the touch on your fingertips.

Chen Mo leaned on the railing of the balcony, looking at the outline of tall buildings in the distance in the night. The dim light of the street lamp reflected his shadow on the glass door behind him. Inside the door, Sfeldt was lying quietly on the bed covered with a quilt. His heavy snoring could be vaguely heard.

The black eyes reflected the silent night of the city, and occasionally a piercing siren sounded in the night wind, getting farther and farther away.

Chen Mo held a piece of sketch paper with a portrait between his fingertips. On the paper, there was a sketch of a silver-haired girl with no face and a tall figure, with dark horns on her head and a tail behind her.

The girl is Xiaota when she grows up, but Chen Mo can't imagine what Xiaota will look like when she grows up. She should be more heroic and cunning, with determination and a little bit of playfulness in her eyes.

When these were put together, a blank was left, a blank created by not seeing each other for ten years. He tried countless times and put down his pen countless times.

Maybe Sfeldt was right. He shouldn't have such unrealistic delusions. Everyone should face reality. Even if he painted so many paintings, what's the use? Even if he What's the use of never forgetting it.

What should happen will still happen, and what should be forgotten will always be forgotten.

The reason why regret is called regret is because it has already happened and cannot be undone.

After ten years, Chen Mo didn't have the confidence to believe that children's friendship could span such a long distance.

You are just childhood friends, you are far less important than you think.

Chen Mo looked at the drawing paper in his hand.

Blue flames bloomed from his fingertips, and his fingers suddenly became sharp, like the evolution of some kind of sharp claws, and fine black scales instantly covered the entire wrist.

The reflection in the flame seemed to be continuously lengthening, and the sinister outline of the swaying black shadow in the glass behind him could be vaguely discerned.

He looked at the arm, which seemed to be an illusion, and returned to its original appearance the next moment.

He became a monster, not even a human being.

That winter night, he saw his own appearance in the woman's dimming eyes. He should have thought of it, but then he kept running away, so he passed [%

The sky lit up, and bright sunlight shone into the house through the gaps in the curtains.

Sfeldt got up from the bed in a daze, and the quilt fell to the ground. His sleep condition was not very good.

His dull eyes first looked around the room. Wearing big pants, he was stunned when he saw Chen Mo sitting on the sofa.

"Morning." Chen Mo said.

"Oh, morning."

He responded subconsciously, stroking his aching head and getting into the bathroom.

After Sfeldt came out, he seemed to be much more awake. Chen Mo stood in the living room with a water glass and looked at the photo frame next to the TV cabinet. In the photo frame was a photo of a family of four. The background was in the wasteland, and he could vaguely see the distance. The pioneers, on the left is a film man wearing an old-fashioned Colombian police uniform, in front of him stands a small film boy in a football uniform with his arms folded, and on the right is a young film woman, holding a little boy who is only a few years old. The little boy tilted his head and looked at the golden police badge on the chest of the man next to him.

"Why do I feel pain all over my body? What time is it?" Sfeldt's slightly hoarse voice sounded from behind.

"Ten twenty-six."

Sifield came out of the bathroom, and Chen Mo handed him the water glass in his hand.

"The one who knows me is Brother Chen." He nodded with satisfaction, took it, took a big sip, and leaned over with the water glass: "What were you looking at just now?"

"this picture……"

"That's it." Sfeldt glanced away and replied nonchalantly: "You can guess it, the one on the far left is me, behind are my parents, and the short guy on the far side is my brother."

"So it's your family, brother Si."

"My family in the past." Sfeldt sat down on the sofa. "There was a big earthquake that year, and everything was gone. Only my father and I were left. Later, he didn't make it through, so I was the only one left."

"Feel sorry."

"It's okay, let's just muddle through." He waved his hand, put down the water glass, spread it on the sofa, glanced sideways at Chen Mo who was standing, and smiled: "Speaking of which, we are still the same, to use Yan Guo's words It’s just right for a lonely family and a widowed family to come together, don’t dislike the other.”

"That's not how a loner is used."

"Don't they all mean the same thing? Oh, it doesn't matter." He replied lazily, pointing to the computer desk in the corner of the window sill, and then said: "You don't have many things left in the black steel. Those that are not important to me Throw it away, take a look where the rest is."

"No need to watch it, I watched it last night."

Chen Mo didn't have much. Apart from two sets of summer and winter clothes from Heigang, there were only some drawing papers left that could be considered important. Looking at it now, they actually didn't have much significance.

"Those drawing papers...well, let's not mention that." Sfeldt shook his head: "I'll leave the key to you. I haven't used the kitchen for a long time, and I don't think you have time to cook. It's a black steel personnel job." The response will probably come in the next few days. At that time, whether you want to move back to the headquarters or live here, you can decide on your own."

"it is good."

"The motorcycle parked in the garage downstairs is also left for you. The key is hanging on the wall. You can see it when you go down. I won't use it anyway. I just don't know if I can still ride it. If you feel bored, just go Take a look, if it breaks, you can fix it to pass the time."

"it is good."

"There are some old clothes of mine in the closet. Our bodies are not much different. You can make do with what you wear first. If it doesn't fit, go downstairs and walk 500 meters to the right. There is a clothing store." He said and suddenly patted his forehead. Afterwards, he said: "Why am I telling you this? Anyway, apart from that ugly black steel uniform, I haven't seen you change into other clothes a few times throughout the year. People who don't know would think that you are living in poverty. "

"It's actually quite tight." Chen Mo said.

Sfeldt was stunned.

"No, brother, you have been a mercenary in Kazdale for so long. I don't think your camp is too small. How could you be so miserable?"

He looked at Chen Mo with great distrust.

"The worse is yet to come." Chen Mo sat on the sofa with a sad face: "Didn't I often damage the training ground before? The engineering department drew up a list for me, and I still owe them a sum of money for repairs. The fees have not been repaid, and Foxtail’s weapons are still there. She owes a large foreign debt, and I also have a share of these foreign debts.”

"Uh...how much?" Sfeldt asked cautiously.

"It's not much, maybe 1000 million in total." Chen Moruo pointed out: "Mainly Huwei, she owes more."

Sifield suddenly stopped talking, and he and Chen Mo looked at each other.

He pointed at himself and asked cautiously: "How much do you think I would be worth if I sold myself?"

Chen Mo looked at the heavy knife placed by the wall last night, and pointed to the handle.

Sfeldt was puzzled.

"Probably worth a knife hilt." Chen Mo was extremely unsure.

"No, it's so miserable."

Chen Mo slowly added: "...Just screw it on."

"..."

Sfeldt lowered his eyebrows and lowered his shoulders.

"Brother Si, sometimes it's better for people to face reality." Chen Mo advised: "Foxtail is the girl you can't get. Really, stop it before it's too late."

"It's too late." Sfeldt's tone was melancholy and full of longing.

"Brother, you have never seen a girl leading you to kill seven people in and out. You look at her standing in the middle of a battlefield full of corpses. The background is depressing and dim. She turns around and raises an eyebrow at you. Then He looks domineering and chic, just like the scenes depicted in martial arts novels."

He said, stood up and put his foot on the coffee table, with his back to Chen Mo and his sword in his hand.

"You're here. You shouldn't be here, but I'm still here...how handsome!"

How do you feel when a Colombian wears big pants and sits on the sofa pretending to be a knight of the Yan Kingdom and reads these lines to you.

Chen Mo didn't feel anything at all, and even wanted to laugh a little, because Sfeldt's hairy legs were so eye-catching.

"...You mean Foxtail?"

"Of course Foxtail."

Sfeldt put away his feet and spread out on the sofa again: "To tell you the truth, I will probably never forget that scene in my life. If I don't get her back, I won't be able to be stable in this life."

He has evolved from a dog licker to a dedicated dog licker.

Chen Mo was noncommittal.

"Really don't think about it?"

"I've made up my mind."

"No regrets?"

"It's too late to regret."

"It's a long road, Brother Si."

Sfeldt glanced at Chen Mo.

"I thought we were the same," he said.

Chen Mo suddenly stopped talking, and Sfeldt didn't say anything either and just looked at him.

"People often say that time can dilute everything, but I know that's not the case." Sfeldt suddenly said, and the bright Colombian sky outside the window illuminated the young face of this film man: "Some things just happen, and they will last forever. It's impossible to forget, but people can't always live in memories, snake, memories can't be turned back, but you still have the opportunity to create new memories, memories that you won't regret."

Sifeldt looked at Chen Mo, watching his shadow fall to his feet in the bright sunshine outside the window. He raised his head without looking away.

"I thought you were asleep." Chen Mo said slightly.

"I also hope I'm asleep." Sfeldt picked his ears and said, "You spoke so loudly that I woke up even when I was sleeping. I was thinking last night, I know you won't listen to me. Yes, it’s easy to persuade others, but it’s rare to persuade yourself, but I still have to say it, I have to tell you.”

"I know what you want to do in Kazdale, and I also know what you have in mind. Although you never mention it or tell anyone, I am not stupid, unless my brain is really caught in the door. I can’t see what my brother is thinking.”

"While we were on the road, I realized that you had something to say to me." Chen Mo said. "I've been waiting for you to speak."

"Because I haven't decided yet." Sfeldt replied. He put away his arms on the armrests of the sofa and crossed them in front of his legs: "I haven't decided about the person standing in front of me. He is from the dark side. 013 who came out of the wall alive is still my brother, or maybe it's just Chen Mo who has their memories."

Chapter 7 The Legend of Black Steel【<*

Kribo, the man who interviewed Chen Mo once to enter Black Steel International, was also the man who stamped his seal and found a new personal information for him.