Longmen Memoirs

I don’t know when, but this black car was the only one left driving silently on this road.

It was very windy outside the car.

The city in the rain is hazy and unreal. Colorful lights are blooming in the city. Outside the car window, the city looks hazy in the lights that shine in the heavy rain. The neon lights on the high buildings are refracted in the mist, which is beautiful. Flowers with beautiful colors.

From time to time, the dim light of the street lamp flashed through, reflecting on her young face through the glass.

She had just experienced a separation not long ago.

In fact, she knew that this day would come, or in other words, she had been waiting for this day a long time ago.

Although she had lived there for many years, for as long as she could remember, she knew it was not her home and those people were not her family.

Their surname is Chen, but I do not belong to this name.

More than once, she overheard the whispers of her servants. Although they called her miss in public, they called her a bastard in private.

A scoundrel, a disgrace that should not appear in this family. Her existence was like someone raising his hand and slapping them hard in the face, over and over again.

How much they care about their face.

Whenever he sees her, he will think of that woman, of how such a scandalous flaw could appear in this supposedly spotless, noble and flawless family, and of his poor male master who became a victim of politics.

look!How miserable, like the second male lead in a tragic Mary Sue story.

They, he, looked at him with undisguised contempt and disgust in their eyes.

She hated it, hated everyone there, hated everyone's eyes there.

She never felt that she was the second young lady, and she never belonged to that "home". To her, it was just an empty shell covered in the name of "home".

All she felt there was depression and indifference, as if even her breathing had to be cautious, as if there was a pair of eyes staring at her behind every move she made, trying hard to find the mistakes she had made.

There are warnings and reprimands in my ears all the time, the rulers in the hands of the nuns can’t wait to fall, and the chattering whispers of the servants.

She thought she would be very happy and happy to leave the place called "home". She had been waiting for a long time, but after she actually left, there was not much joy in her heart.

Maybe it was because of the person who shouted her name hoarsely in the rain and wanted to catch her, or maybe it was because she said before that she would always protect herself.

But how could the children's words be taken seriously? They always liked the new and disliked the old. They didn't understand what they meant at all, but she still believed it. She believed in her so much at that time.

Because she is the only one who will hold her in her arms and protect her after being scolded and wronged. She will be filled with righteous indignation and rage and want to seek revenge on the person who bullied her. She will gnash her teeth when she holds her hand. She sat back down beside her again glumly, but she had to comfort her.

Who is the most aggrieved?

But she knew that even if she went to seek revenge or stand up for herself, it would not be of much use. She had done this more than once, but in the end she could not change anything except being scolded by the old housekeeper.

There is no need for her to do this, there is no need to say that it is all because of herself, there is no need to be taught a lesson with herself, and there is no need to bravely contradict the old housekeeper for herself every time.

She is obviously also afraid of them.

She is a broom star, and he is a scoundrel, and they are not welcome

But she was the real lady there, and he was just a foster child in her home.

Are you really that important?

At least, she was just a dispensable person there. The people there were just like her, looking forward to her leaving and wishing that she, a scoundrel like her, would be kicked out.

But now they got their wish, and so did they.

She didn't know where the car would park, but she didn't care at all, because no matter where it parked, she didn't have to go back, face their indifferent and disgusted eyes, and be careful to avoid any of her The action aroused their dissatisfaction.

The driver's voice interrupted the many memories that were running through her mind.

"We're here, little lady."

The car stopped at an unknown location, and the driver, who was holding an umbrella and unlocking the safety, opened the door for her.

Cold wind and raindrops poured into the car along the door.

It's cold.

She subconsciously shrank her neck.

"Please wait a moment."

She wanted to get out of the car, but the driver stopped her.

This unfamiliar middle-aged man in his 30s took off his coat, put down his umbrella and carefully draped it around her body. The faint warmth remaining on the coat dispelled the chill of the rainy night.

She raised her head and looked at the driver with calm eyes.

The driver smiled and held up his umbrella again. He was a personal guard of the city's ruler. He received this sudden order at the administrative building today. The content of the order was a private matter.

In the Chen Mansion, all the personal guards like him knew that the people living here were relatives of the ruler of the city, and they were also the only relatives.

This was a very important task. Only personal guards like himself were qualified to help the commander handle his personal affairs. However, when he arrived, he realized that the person he was going to pick up was a little girl, and the place he was going to was actually a mysterious place. An...orphanage.

Late at night, little girl, orphanage, the driver can easily understand the reason.himself [=

"Let's go, little lady."

The driver reached out and took her in his arms.

Very warm, like a father. This thought suddenly came to her mind, but she didn't know what a father should feel like. This term was like Fei Bai passing by in the pen. This person had not appeared in her life since she was born. There was no one who was kind enough to play this role for her.

The driver carried her through the large iron gate of the yard. She raised her eyes slightly. In the light of the car lights, she vaguely saw the outline of the building where she would live in the future in the heavy rain. In the cold corner, raindrops were reflected in the wind and rain. There was a rustling sound against the oak leaves.

A few lights lit up in front of the door of the orphanage. Under the lights stood a woman wearing a nun's uniform with a slight smile on her face.

The appearance of another person appeared in her mind.

She seems to be slightly younger and prettier than the one in front of her, but she always has a similar smile on her face when she sees her.

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They stood at the door of the orphanage.

"Are you Ms. Theresa?" the driver asked.

"It's me." The nun nodded, looked at the child held by the driver, and reached out to touch the top of her head.

An indescribable feeling suddenly welled up in her heart, and she hurriedly lowered her head to prevent herself from appearing rude.

She had to remain calm and quiet in front of others. She had received many severe scoldings for this, but she had always been a stubborn and rebellious person at heart. No one would deliberately find fault with her now, but she still lowered her head and refused to admit defeat. Wanting to suppress his inner desire and cowardice.

She has lost the person who last said she wanted to protect herself, and she has to learn to protect herself.

"Is this the child?"

"Yes." The driver turned his head and glanced at the child beside him. "My commander must have told you everything."

"I got the call and I didn't expect it to be on a night like this."

"I'll leave it to you from now on." The driver gently released his hand.

Ms. Teresa took the little girl's hand.

"Thanks a lot."

"The responsibility lies."

The driver walked out of the orphanage holding an umbrella. She stood at the door and watched the driver's back as he left. She watched the car slowly leave the door and disappear from sight.

He forgot to take his coat.

Ms. Teresa leaned down and gently smoothed her short silver hair.

"what's your name?"

She looked at the soft smiling face in front of her.He hesitated and answered:

"... Tallulah."

"Well, hello, Tallulah, what a nice name." Ms. Theresa's smile became more friendly and she asked softly: "Then can I call you Little Tallu from now on?"

"..."

She didn't answer and lowered her eyelids slightly, because in her memory, the woman who always had a gentle smile when she saw her called herself this name.

"It's okay." There was some regret in Ms. Theresa's eyes. Her fingers gently touched Tallulah's cheek: "There are many children as old as you here. You can see them tomorrow. I I believe you will become good friends, Tallulah."

She held Tallulah's hand and walked through the orphanage's door.

"Tallulah, let's go home."

The door closed gently, and suddenly it seemed like I had entered another world.

There are bright and unfamiliar lights inside the house, and there is cold and heavy rain outside.

Chapter 12 Tallulah

Chen Mo was woken up by a dazzling light.

The window sill of the bedroom on the second floor of the orphanage was facing the direction of the large iron door. The car lights came in from the door, waking up Chen Mo who was not yet completely asleep.

Very few cars would choose to come to the orphanage late at night, let alone on such a rainy day. He stretched out his hand to block the bright lights and began to regret for the first time the location he had chosen. The feng shui must not be very good.

It turned out later that the feng shui of this location was indeed not very good.

Out of curiosity, he climbed out of bed and walked barefoot to the window.

It was raining heavily outside the window. The raindrops were beating against the glass, and the fine raindrops formed water marks and kept sliding down the glass. The leaves of the old oak tree swayed violently in the wind and rain, and from time to time they would gently rub against the window sill.

There was a car parked outside the big iron gate of the orphanage.

The dazzling light made Chen Mo have to stretch out his hand to block his eyes in order to barely see the scene outside. His figure was reflected in the light on the rows of bed frames behind him.

The car door was opened, and a man stepped out of the driver's seat. He held up an umbrella and opened the door of the back seat. He put down the umbrella in his hand, took off his coat, and got into the car.

Not long after, she took out a little girl from the car.

She huddled in the man's arms and raised her head to look at the orphanage. In the pale and dazzling light, Chen Mo couldn't see her clearly.

They walked into the gate of the orphanage, walked along the stone road in the front yard, and stopped at the entrance of the orphanage.

Ms. Teresa had been waiting at the door early.

Chen Mo saw that they seemed to be saying something. Ms. Theresa took the man's hand holding the little girl's hand. She reached out and touched the little girl's silver short hair.

The man turned and left the orphanage gate.

Ms. Teresa and the little girl stood at the door and watched him go away.

The bedroom fell into darkness again.

Ms. Teresa bent down and straightened the little girl's short hair, with a smile on her face. They should be talking about something, but Chen Mo could only hear the rain pounding on the window. In his sight, Delei Ms. Sha took the girl's hand and walked into the orphanage.

Probably another child, Chen Mo thought.

The door to the orphanage was gently closed.

Chen Mo withdrew his gaze, turned around and wanted to return to the bed, but after taking two steps, he suddenly stopped.

In fact, if he hadn't suddenly had this idea pop up in his mind, hadn't followed the curiosity that surged in his heart, but had gone back to bed in a decent manner and slept quietly until tomorrow morning, nothing would have happened next. So many things and surprises.

But people are so weird. On a certain day or at a certain moment, they will suddenly have a whim, and they will want to satisfy their curiosity when they feel curious. They will do such and such strange things, risk Come up with strange ideas like this.

She was so special. She came to this orphanage in a stormy night. The car that brought her came so fast and left in such a hurry.

She seemed to be left alone at the door of the orphanage in the heavy rain, quietly wearing a coat that did not belong to her, with the long hem almost completely dragging on the ground.

The dazzling silver short hair makes people want to know what the owner of the silver hair looks like.

Chen Mo walked to the bed, put on his slippers, and quietly opened the door.

The light from the corridor squeezed into the room through the crack of the door, and his shadow was once again reflected on the rows of steel-framed beds, but soon the room turned dark again.

Chen Mo was walking in the orphanage wearing slippers. The sound of the rainstorm outside the window became much quieter in the long corridor. He heard his own footsteps ringing little by little, mixed with the faint sound of rain.

Mother Teresa's door was not completely closed, leaving a small crack.

Chen Mo looked through the crack in the door and remembered that he had done the same thing before. There was a woman sitting on the sofa in a dark room, trying to suppress her cries.

He thought he had forgotten it, but now it seems that he has not and perhaps will not forget it in the future.

She is so stupid after all, so stupid that no one even has the courage to complain about her.

Through the small gap, Chen Mo saw her sitting on the edge of the bed, letting Ms. Theresa wipe her short silver hair, and her whole body was covered by a black coat.

There are two small black horns on the top of his head, a delicate and cute face, red eyes, his hands are placed in front of him, a short tail hanging around the edge of the bed, and his immature face is not as calm as a child of this age should be. Some character.

She was quiet throughout, nodding slightly or shaking her head to everything Ms. Teresa asked her.

Perhaps because she noticed her presence, her eyes stayed in the direction of the door. Chen Mo couldn't be sure, but she never moved away.