Longmen Memoirs

The quirky Xiaota and Chen have an awkward and strong personality.

She must have grown up. Yes, if we meet again, she will never recognize her again. She must have forgotten me as a friend. After all, ten years can really change a lot of things.

Things are different and people are different. Chen Mo also had this feeling when he saw the fox cub. Time has made them no longer as candid as they were when they were children. Those past memories can only become memories after all.

It was only the fox's words and actions later that made Chen Mo give up the idea, but the idea was buried in his heart. There was only one stupid fox cub in the world, but even so, inevitable things happened between them. Dislike.

Everyone knew it, but no one wanted to say it. It seemed that if he said it, even the relationship between the two would disappear, so Chen Mo didn't take the fox away from Longmen. Kazdel was not suitable for her. In fact, Kazdale was not suitable for her. Zdel is not suitable for himself either.

The words I said when I was a child, but when I grow up, I realize that they are just deceptive nonsense, and the jokes between the little guys, like the letter that was more than ten years old, no one received it on time in the end.

If Chen Mo really meets Chen again, Chen Mo no longer knows how to meet her. The best result is to pass her by and never recognize each other. For her, for herself, It's the best ending.

I have no other aspirations in this life, I just want the old people to pretend to be new people and disperse.

Chen Mo shook his head slightly to dispel the chaotic thoughts in his heart.

When he looked over again from the kitchen, Aslan, who was sitting on the sofa, had already turned on the fan.

It’s not that I regard this place as someone else’s home.Chen Mo thought to himself.

The floor fan was swinging back and forth in the summer. In the breeze, her long golden hair seemed to be floating in the wind. It was a very dazzling hair, reflecting the bright light in the light coming in from the window. .

She has an appearance that is beyond ordinary people. Set off by the dazzling blond hair, she looks like she is in the world. With this face alone, she should not be a human being wallowing in the world.

It's a pity that this beautiful person is now doing what Chen Mo often did when he was bored. He leaned down and stretched out his fingers to circle in the air. In front of her, the stupid dog raised its head and looked at her. My fingers were spinning happily.

She seemed to find this behavior very interesting, smiling slightly and enjoying it.

Chen Mo looked at the scene in front of him, slightly absent-minded.

This warm scene was something he had imagined many years ago. It was just a fantasy, only a fantasy. But suddenly one day, she appeared in front of him like this.

"Oh? This is a dish from the Yan Kingdom."

She stood next to Chen Mo and asked, a few steps away, the kitchen was not far from there, if the partition that Chen Mo put together by himself counted as the kitchen.

"Have you eaten?"

"I've tasted it a few times, and um... it's quite delicious, but I still prefer French fries and fish soup."

"I don't quite understand the taste of you Victorians." Chen Mo took off his apron and asked, "Want to try it?"

"Is it done yet?" She was eager to give it a try.

Chen Mo didn't answer. He picked up a piece of chopsticks from the pot and handed it to her, but Chen Mo forgot that as a typical Victorian, she was not very good at using this kind of tableware.

To Chen Mo's surprise, she opened her mouth directly, with red lips, and moved like a cat. There was nothing strange about her face because of such movements, as if she thought it should be like this.

He stretched out two fingers and gently covered the corners of his mouth.

"How?" Chen Mo asked.

"Uh..." She looked at Chen Mo sheepishly. "Didn't taste it."

"Again?" Chen Mo asked tentatively.

"Ah."

Without hesitation, the golden pupils looked at Chen Mo expectantly, but mostly looked past him to the back.

Chen Mo's understanding of her character once again rose to a new level.

Seeing that Chen Mo didn't move for a long time, she raised her eyes and looked at Chen Mo doubtfully.

"what happened?"

"Miss, don't you think this behavior is bad? This is the first time we've met, what will you do if I sell you? I'm not a good person."

Chen Mo half-jokingly reminded that although it was impossible for him to sell Aslan, and he did not have the ability to sell her somewhere, besides, Chen Mo had already seen her skills and wanted to sell such a person Selling is not an easy thing.

“What’s wrong with my behavior?”

"A stranger would not agree to such an intimate gesture."

"Intimacy?" She tilted her head slightly, her movements confusing and a little confused. The word "confused" seemed to be in contrast to her for a moment.

"You mean what you just did was very intimate."

She finally realized this and it dawned on her.

"So it's like this. No one has ever dared to do such a thing with me before, and they haven't mentioned it before. I might... still be a little unaccustomed to it."

She turned her eyes away, inevitably feeling uncomfortable with such a life for a while.

"What did you do before?"

From her words, Chen Mo heard a different meaning, as if there was a huge difference between the life she lived before and the life of ordinary people. At least no one had ever mentioned this to her.

"I can't tell you, please don't mind, it's for your own good."

"so?"

"Feel sorry……"

"No need to apologize, we're not even acquaintances."

Chen Mo avoided this topic as he spoke. He had not yet figured out how to keep Aslan in his current capacity, and how to abduct her to Kazdaele.

"Wash your hands and eat."

She walked behind Chen Mo and washed her hands by the sink. During the meal, they did not mention what had just happened. What was slightly noticeable was that her appetite was unexpectedly good, rather than terrible.

This is probably the fifth time Chen Mo has seen her refilling her meal. Her eating movements are very polite and considerate. It seems that she has received education in this area before, and it is definitely not a temperament that can be cultivated in a short period of time.

It doesn't look fast, of course, but it just seems that on this point, he and Miss Mostima, whom Chen Mo has known for a short time, can probably have something in common.

Chen Mo had no doubt that if she hadn't been so good at using chopsticks and used a spoon instead, her speed would have been a little faster. Chen Mo turned his head and glanced at the rice cooker, which was almost bottomed out.

If she stayed here for a while, Chen Mo thought he would have to go out and get a part-time job, and it would have to be a high-tech part-time job. The doctor did not provide any funds for this job.

As for Chen Mo himself, it seems that he is the leader of Liting, or the new director and largest shareholder of a Colombian company and Longmen Shencheng Pharmaceutical. He has obtained materials from a huge transaction in Longmen, but in fact, it is not known that Ceria deliberately did not. Whether it was for other reasons, he had not received a cent of dividends so far, and he had never known the company's profit status. Even if Ceria fired him as the boss one day, it would be a normal thing, so that when he was in Black Steel's IOU is still in his wallet.

Chen Mo raised a lot of money because this stupid dog cost nothing, but the person in front of him.

She seemed to notice Chen Mo's movements, raised her head and asked.

"Nothing, are you full?"

"This... is rude." She put down the bowl and chopsticks: "I've been out for almost a day. This is my meal today. Does it cause you any trouble?"

"No trouble, no trouble, you helped me, you should, you should."

Chen Mo showed his basic qualities of being polite and reasonable as a Longmen person should, and pretended to be generous and said he didn't mind.

"That's good."

She seemed to feel reassured by Chen Mo's words, and there was no hint of politeness.

"Want another bowl?"

Chen Mo put a smile on his face and watched her pick up the bowl. There was only a little rice left in the bowl, and he felt a little distressed. The price of rice is not cheap when it is shipped to this country where rice is not the staple food.

"If possible..." She handed over the bowl with a sincere attitude: "It's troublesome."

Even thinking about it now, Chen Mo felt how hypocritical and stupid what he did at that time was. He pretended to take the bowl and opened the rice cooker behind him.

"Oh, no more..." He turned around in surprise, with a regretful expression on his face that seemed to capture the essence of a fox.

"Really..." She nodded slightly, feeling a little regretful.

"You want me to make another one, soon."

Chen Mo started to be polite again, as if he didn't mind at all, and was about to stand up. Normally the other party would stop you at this time.

"Then I'm sorry to trouble you." She was not modest, "If possible, can you make a copy of this? What did you call it just now...I forgot."

She frowned and looked at the dish with only a few scraps left on the table in front of her, tilting her head slightly and tapping her temples with her fingers.

"Fish-flavored shredded pork."

Chen Mo added expressionlessly, the smile froze on his face, and he stood up bravely.

"Hmm... Fish-flavored shredded pork." She reacted and raised her head to look at Chen Mo.

She was in trouble and remembered this new term for the rest of her life, but she could never find a similar flavor in Victoria.

"It's very strange. It's called fish-flavored shredded pork but there's no fish in it. Is this your unique naming method? The culture of Yan country is really strange."

"It's just a name, don't mind, please wait..."

Chen Mo stood up from the ground as if a machine that had lost its soul, and walked to the kitchen according to the instructions of the program. She watched Chen Mo's movements, her head turned slightly following his pace, and the ears buried in her long hair gently Shake.

Later, Chen Mo realized that she didn't really have no common sense. Even if she really didn't have common sense, at least she wouldn't be unable to understand the meaning of other people's words. She just found it very novel, although it was not as delicious as the food she had eaten before. .

But...she has been hungry for a long time.

The accidental encounter between the prince in trouble and the common people in the city is one of the favorite dance dramas of the Victorian aristocracy. Of course, the prince and the princess are also one of them.

Chapter 36 Vina and the Snake

A long time later, whenever Chen Mo talked about this matter with her, he would always feel that he was stupid at that time for believing that she had the consciousness to be polite.

They didn't even know each other's names at that time, so they sat together again in confusion.

Chen Mo no longer had any extra thoughts, he just sat there and watched her eating with relish. Wangcai was lying at the door, occasionally raising his head to glance at them, and then lowering his head lazily.

The harsh sunshine at noon passed quickly, and the air was impetuous. In the east of this mobile city, the sea breeze occasionally could not reach such a remote place.

The shadow of the white birch tree outside the window rotates with the sunlight and falls into the edge of the window sill. The leaves rustle after a gust of wind.

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"Don't worry, I seem to have eaten a little too much and made you tired."

"It doesn't matter." Chen Mo shook his head. The freshly cooked food on the table was cleaner than Wangcai's dog bowl. Chen Mo had a new understanding of her appetite.

"Are you full?" Chen Mo asked subconsciously.

Even if she said she wasn't full, there was nothing she could do because the ingredients she had originally prepared for the day were gone.

"Yes, thank you for the hospitality." She nodded slightly.

"As long as you're full." Chen Mo stood up, cleared the dining table, and took the things on the dining table to the kitchen sink.

"do you need my help?"

She made motions to get up.

"No, no need." Chen Mo said quickly, "Just sit down, you are a guest."

She sat back down again. Chen Mo opened the water and put the bowl into the sink. Then he walked into the living room again, opened the refrigerator, took out two cans of drinks, walked over and handed them to her.

"Beer?" She took the drink and looked at the package strangely, feeling cold to the touch in her hand.

Chen Mo opened the can, and in the sultry weather, the cold, slightly bitter and sweet liquid passed through his throat.

She imitated Chen Mo's movements and opened the can with novelty. The movements were jerky as if it was the first time she had done such a thing.

She raised her head and took a sip, frowning.

"Have you never drank beer before?" Chen Mo looked at her frowning expression curiously.

She shook her head slightly and put the can in her hand.

"I have drunk a lot of wine before, but this is the first time...how should I put it, the taste is a bit strange."

"Not getting used to it. Anyone who drinks beer for the first time will feel this way."

"No, just drink a few more sips and it will be fine." She took another sip and sighed: "In this weather, well... I feel much more comfortable."

She shook the bottle, and the sound of sloshing liquid mixed with the sound of running water in the kitchen resounded in the small room. She sat opposite Chen Mo, with one hand on the low table, her long golden hair pouring down, exposing her exposed body. The fair and delicate skin on the arms of the T-shirt seemed to glow slightly in the light.

She stared at the letters on the can packaging in her hand.

This kind of look was familiar to Chen Mo. The look in the eyes of those whose lives have undergone huge changes in a short period of time and who have not yet adapted to it is also called confusion.

Maybe Chen Mo should try to ask at this time, but in fact, he didn't think about the reason why he should ask. He could neither help her nor sympathize with her experience.

A few words of comfort can't do anything. On the contrary, they are more like pity, but that is too ridiculous. Since you can't reach out, how can you give it from what angle.

People always have to find some reasons for themselves to convince themselves to accept this reality, or they may look for so-called qualifications as an excuse.