Longmen Memoirs

"How did you get in?"

"You walked in," Tallulah replied.

"I didn't close the door."

"But you don't have a lock."

Chen Mo turned his head and glanced at the door, speechless.

Yes, the lock is broken, Chen Mo can come in, and so can Tallulah.

There was a trace of successful teasing in her eyes, as if she had found some interesting toy. Looking at Chen Mo's dumb face, she slightly raised the corners of her mouth.

"Is that you?"

Chen Mo wanted to deny it, but he suddenly came to his senses.

"...What?" He pretended to be confused, his young face showing a look of natural confusion and confusion.

"I saw you who was hiding outside the room that day."

There was no doubt in the tone, just stating a simple fact, and it was like catching a ghost during hide-and-seek, but there was not much surprise.

Let me ask you, if you already know where Onizo is, will you still be surprised when you catch him?

But this poor kid still wants to deny it and is trying to struggle, but he shouldn't be dangling in front of your eyes every day.

"What are you talking about?" Chen Mo turned his head and acted as if he didn't want to pay attention to her.

"Give way, I want to sit here."

Tallulah pushed Chen Mo and forcefully pushed him from the bench to the other side, next to Chen Mo's body.

"Hey you!"

"how?"

"But I don't have a mother?"

Tallulah tilted her head and answered, so naturally and so accustomed.

She followed Chen Mo's example and put her hands on the window sill. She swayed her dangling calves. Her eyes looked around the room for a week and finally stopped on the gantry outside the window. She then moved her eyes away and looked at the book Chen Mo put on the windowsill. He took the book and flipped through it.

""A Brief History of Yan Kingdom"? You can actually read this book?"

"You actually know these words?" The deliberate dissatisfaction on Chen Mo's face was replaced by surprise.

"Why don't you recognize him?" Tallulah asked.

"Have you ever gone to school? No!" Chen Mo shook his head: "You just said that you know this book?"

"I never went to school. There used to be a private school teacher who taught us how to read. I studied for a long time."

If you don't learn it, you will be scolded by the old housekeeper.

"I saw this book at home."

"Do you have a family?" Chen Mo asked. "Then why do you still come to the orphanage?"

"It's not my house, it's someone else's house." She shook her head and corrected her seriously, as if she didn't want to mention the word: "They call it Chen's house."

"The Chen residence?"

"Chen Mansion!" She nodded, and she seemed to feel more relaxed after saying these two words.

Yes, her name is Tallulah, Tallulah Atrias, not Tallulah Chen, and in the history of the Yan Kingdom, no family that can be called the Chen House would have such a name. A name that is disgraceful to one's family.

"Any more questions?" She tilted her head and asked innocently.

Chen Mo suddenly thought of the reason why she came here, the agreement he made with her through the crack of the door that rainy night, the teasing and surprise in her eyes, and the gaze that would fall on him from time to time.

"Did you come to find me on purpose?"

"Yes." She did not refute, but looked at Chen Mo and said, "You have found a good place~ But don't worry, I will keep this secret for you and won't tell anyone."

"why?"

When he asked this question, Chen Mo seemed to be waiting for the moment when some extremely important answer was about to be revealed, feeling both expectant and uneasy.

Why me and why you?

"Because..." Tallulah's eyes stayed on Chen Mo's face for a moment, looking directly into his black eyes: "You are different from them, right?"

The stone in Chen Mo's heart finally fell to the ground.

"They can't read a book like yours, and they can't recognize all the words in it, let alone understand what it means." He paused and said with great certainty: "But you understand! I know you know everyone in it. A word, you know their meaning, you have a mind of your own!”

Her voice stopped and she took a small breath.

He leaned close to Chen Mo's ear and opened his lips lightly, with a faint floral fragrance.

"Do you want to deny it? Chen Mo..."

There are steam trains in Hogwarts that shuttle children back and forth, so the orphanage doesn't have to leave and come back so frequently.

In Hogwarts, there is the kind old Dumbledore who loves sweets. In the orphanage, there is the kind and kind Mother Teresa. Ms. Lanmin always carries some candies in her bag. In Hogwarts, there is a cold-hearted person. Professor Snape, Ms. Kamiya just looks stern; there is the gentle and responsible Mrs. Pomfrey in Hogwarts, Ms. Elsie will take good care of every injured child, and Ms. Elsie, she arranged Christmas has always been popular with children.

There is no Hermione, no Ron, no Room of Requirement.

But there is Tallulah here, and she is enough. Chen Mo doesn't need Hermione, he doesn't need Ron, and he doesn't need the illusory Hogwarts.

She is enough.

He has been here alone for a long time.

Chapter 15 Chen Ta

Right time, right place, met a person who may not be so suitable.

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Of course, Chen Mo and Tallulah, who share the same secret, became "friends".

Chen Mo also realized more and more that she was not the same person as him, but her thoughts were more special than others.

This specialness made it difficult for her to show any interest in anyone else except Chen Mo.

But Chen Mo knew that most of the reasons for this possibility were because of this young body, because no one would have thought that such a mature soul could appear in a young body, which made him look out of place and at the same time make him feel uncomfortable. She mistook herself for her kind.

For these reasons, this place became a [secret base] for me and her.

For the first time, Chen Mo felt the illusion from a child that he was no longer alone.

This caused more and more interactions and... mistakes between Chen Mo and her that should not have occurred in their later lives.

Chen Mo didn't know her origin, but from her words and deeds, he could infer that she was born in a noble upper-class family. Otherwise, she shouldn't know so much about politics. It seems like an incredible insight coming from the mouth of a child of just a few years old.

"Why didn't they resist?"

"Because no, they resisted, but failed, so changes should occur at this time. If a good leader unites those who have been excluded, the number of infected people will determine if they are organized and purposeful There’s a lot of energy that comes from coming together.”

“This kind of energy can explode when a suitable opportunity arises through guidance.”

"..."

“What does revolution mean?”

"It is a way to break the existing shackles and create a new order. It is like if you have an apple that is about to rot. You can't eat it. It will only rot if you put it in your hands. But if you cut it open and take it out at this time, Plant the core in the soil and you might have a tree of apples later.”

"What if the seeds don't work?" she asked Chen Mo with a smirk.

"Then you must be planting it the wrong way."

"..."

"A real change requires advanced guiding ideology, an idea that adapts to the needs of political struggle, and benefits the interests of the majority of people. A group of warriors who are willing to sacrifice themselves for this purpose must be able to awaken the will of more people, even if That is false. But what people need is not truth or falsehood, they often just need a fantasy, a visible hope."

"War is never an end. War is just a means. It is a way to strive for peace, not for revenge. Peace lies in checks and balances. Peace will only occur when both sides dare not act rashly."

"But... are you going to kill someone?" she asked innocently.

"Why are you so stupid? Blindly avoiding and seeking compromise will never change the reality. The real reality is that only when you have the power, only when a gun is put to the opponent's head, will those in power be willing to sit down calmly. Talk to you.”

"Peace cannot be obtained by alms and prayers, Tallulah, if oppression and exploitation are everywhere, we must learn to save ourselves, swim across the sea, storm the palace, and cut off the emperor's head. , and then smash his bird bit."

"How do you know so much?" She asked Chen Mo curiously.

"Because I'm smart."

"..."

But she listened, and occasionally expressed some childish and ridiculous opinions of her own.

At that time, she didn't show much interest in these.

Chen Mo and she always have endless topics to talk about. There are many types of topics, ranging from the social structure of the entire world and the problems caused by infected people to the child in the orphanage who was taken care of by Ms. Kamiya again today. Today’s lunch It tastes really bad.

She knows a lot about Yan Country, Victoria, Letania, Ursus, Colombia, and even relatively closed countries like Rutland and Casimir.

She seemed to have been taught these things since she was a child, making her hard-wired to remember them deep in her mind.

It is true that Chen Mo should hate the infected person. This group of people who were dying because of the ore disease and whose time was running out destroyed their lives, leading to his current situation.

However, how should Chen Mo hate them? He couldn't even find the people who caused the riot. Or should he stand firmly on the side of eliminating the infected?

Chen Mo knows that the infected can never be wiped out. They will not disappear. As long as this crystallization era has not ended, as long as the ore energy has not been eliminated, and as long as there are natural disasters, the number of infected will never be reduced. What's more, how could he muster up the courage to hate those poor people in ragged clothes and skinny bones?

He had experienced everything, being thrown into an unnoticed corner of the city to wait to stink, die, and rot. It was precisely because of what he had experienced that he could understand that feeling.

Many of the infected people, like him, once had a warm home, but this home was destroyed at the hands of Source Stone one day, leaving them forced to get involved.

The most indispensable thing in this world is poor people. Chen Mo will not hate them, but at the same time, he will not choose to help them.

The only thing he can do is to change his destiny as much as possible, because he deeply knows that he is not that kind of material, and does not have such talent and determination to do those things that are called great.

No matter how nice he says it, in fact, if he were to do it, he might have fallen down on this road before he even finished it. He does not have such a tenacious will and talent. The reason why he can say these words is, It was just because he had seen it, studied it, and memorized it under the influence of his eyes and ears.

But in fact, he has not been able to understand the true meaning of most of the content mentioned above to this day, perhaps only in the eyes of people with real foresight.

It seems to have benefited a lot, or maybe it is just a deviant, but no matter what it is, it is obvious that I am not that kind of person.

And the Tallulah in front of her was just an eight-year-old girl.Even if an eight-year-old girl knows this, what's the use? She will not one day raise the banner of revolution and become a pioneer in leading the revolution.

Chen Mo might have never imagined that the girl in his arms would one day stand on top of the ruins of the city, holding high the banner of change, leading a large number of infected people, and bringing the world to its knees. It stirred everything up.

He and Tallulah communicated more and more, and as this communication occurred, their relationship became closer and closer, and the utility room hidden in the attic on the third floor became Where they spend most of their time.

Under Chen Mo's guidance and indoctrination, whether intentional or unintentional, day by day, Tallulah became more and more what Chen Mo imagined, although many times, she struggled with the words Chen Mo said to her.

"As I said to you, an advanced idea must conform to the development of the trend of the times and the interests of the majority of people you represent. This point is closely related to the previous point, so at this time, the individual and the collective reflect There is relative unity.”

"So do we have to give up some personal interests?" She seemed thoughtful.

"Collective, one person's power has its limits, but the collective is different. What the collective can do is much more important than one person, just like a car, with wheels, a frame, a throttle, and The engine, it can’t move without anything else.”

"I know," she said, and then asked, "What is a spy?"

"A spy?"

Chen Mo was just like when he entered the examination room of the political subject examination, searching for the memories in his mind that he had almost forgotten.

"A spy is a peach that you put inside someone else's apple. You wrap it up to look like an apple, but you know that he also knows that he is actually a peach."

"A spy is a peach?"

"It's just a metaphor."

"What a strange metaphor?" she said quietly.

"Peaches will also turn into apples."

"can you?"

"Yes, because people's hearts are hard to measure. People in this world have to go through three stages. The first stage is knowing right and wrong. The second stage is knowing that there is more than right and wrong in the world. The third stage is knowing that this is the case. It is wrong to do it, but there is still no hesitation. When the peach knows that it is better to be an apple than a peach, it will become an apple and vice versa."

"Tallulah... justice is not a light word. Behind these two words, many things must be sacrificed, many bones must be covered, and many sins must be carried. It is more bloody and cruel than imagined, Once you go down this road, you can't go back whether you like it or not."

Chen Mo reached out and pinched Tallulah's cheek, and said extremely seriously.

"I hope you never find your own justice."

She was just listening to what I said quietly, but Chen Mo failed to notice the determined look in her eyes at that time.If she could notice it, maybe she could change her mind at that time.