Longmen Memoirs

"Where are you going next?" Chen Mo asked casually. "Want to go back?"

"Well..." She was stunned, turned her head and glanced at the sky outside the window. "...I haven't decided yet, I probably won't go back."

"Argued with your family?"

The information on the Tower of Babel did not explain in detail why Aslan was wandering outside.

"Why do you ask?"

"I heard you say you ran away from home before."

"Um... that's it." She pondered for a few seconds and then took another sip of wine. It seemed that she had gotten used to the taste.Bitter and slightly sweet.

"So, do you have any friends? After coming out, I will stay at a friend's house for a few days." Chen Mo asked again, rather to test her future movements.

He took out his cell phone and put it on the table.

She looked at the mobile phone on the table and understood what Chen Mo meant, but did not reach out to take it.

"I don't know anyone in this place."

"You have lived here for more than twenty years, miss."

Chen Mo said jokingly, how could a person who has lived for more than [-] years not know anyone.

"I am in my twenties, and I know a lot of people, but those who are truly friends..." She thought for a while and asked, "What kind of people do you think can be called friends?"

Chen Mo paused as he picked up the beer, not expecting that she would ask such a question.

This question sounds very simple, but in fact, when you really think about it, it will be very difficult.

"We have shared weal and woe and grown up together, enough to trust?"

The meaning of the two words friends is too cheap, but sometimes it is outrageously expensive. There are only one or two friends in a person's life, and even then they are enough to be called friends. Lucky.

"I should not have such a person."

She was very sure, at least she had not met the kind of person Chen Mo was talking about, and her identity was destined not to exist like this.

"not even one?"

She smiled but did not answer. Chen Mo already understood what she meant from her smile.

She picked up the wine and looked at Chen Mo.

Chen Mo raised the bottle and touched it with her. After she put down the bottle, she asked, "What does that feel like?"

"I'm not sure. If you insist on describing it, it should be considered reassuring and trustworthy, or you will be willing to believe him when he reaches out to you."

"Like a lover?"

She inferred this conclusion from Chen Mo's words.

"You can put it this way. Relationships like lovers are often extended from friends."

"But as far as I know, there is also a relationship that goes straight from strangers to lovers."

"Marriage?"

"As you know, there are many families in Victoria who still have this kind of relationship."

"Common people like us don't have that kind of privilege when it comes to big family matters." Chen Mo said casually, "What you're talking about is a matter for a few people."

"Are you disgusted?"

"I just feel like it's none of my business."

Chen Mo shook the bottomed wine bottle, stood up, and walked to the refrigerator.

"anything else?"

"No, thank you for your hospitality." She put the wine bottle on the table and stood up, "But it's almost time for me to leave."

Chen Mo watched her leave, walked out of the room, stretched out her hands to cover the sun, and looked up at the sky. She had not yet decided where she should go next, or in which direction she should go.

But she still had to take steps and couldn't stop here.

Her figure slowly disappeared from Chen Mo's sight. At this time, it was almost afternoon.

They are just two strangers who met by chance. They still don’t know each other’s names. What connects them is just a trivial thing, but most people’s encounters are ordinary and ordinary. Indifferent.

Not everyone in life will be vigorous, nor will there be so much romance. How can there be so many touching things in this world that are worth talking about.

Most people's lives are so ordinary, and what is told on the stage only seems to make people nostalgic and intoxicated.

This is how life should be.

Chen Mo teased the stupid dog and watched it jumping around in front of him. If anything, this was a kind of life, but he still couldn't help but feel sad and not even prepared.

After a few seconds【~

Chen Mo took out his mobile phone and pressed the answer button. After waiting for more than ten seconds, the call was accepted.

He did not keep the Aslan because he did not know the relationship between the layout of the Tower of Babel in Londinium and the Aslan. This may lead to many subsequent problems and even lead to difficulties. .

Everything you say and do in Londinium, especially when it comes to Aslan, requires caution the closer you get.

"Have you had contact with the target?... Got it, we will contact them as soon as possible. The target should have just left [the castle]. Before that, can you keep the target?"

"I can try, but I can't guarantee it."

"I'm sorry, sir, but you may be targeted. We will make preparations in advance. Do you need our assistance?"

"No need for now, by the way...please send me a message in your reply: Dog thing."

Ignoring the sudden silence there.

Chen Mo hung up the phone, held the phone, and turned his head to look at the blue sky outside the window.

The reason why friends are rare is because most people have different purposes. Only when you are useful to others will others become your friends.

It's fragile and cheap.

But it is undeniable that there may really be people in life who do not have any purpose but are worthy of trusting each other, so they are strong and precious.

But no matter how solid and precious things are, they will be worn away bit by bit in the frost of time, and eventually become a burden to reality.

Chen Mo had this despicable purpose from the beginning, but he didn't know that she already understood it, but she was still willing to try to believe in me, a stranger like myself.

Perhaps to her at that time, this was no longer an insignificant matter. It was considered selfish. Once people are at the end of their rope, they always want to grab something.

Good or bad, as long as I can appear in front of her, it doesn't matter who I accept. What matters is who is willing to accept me. Being treated as a coward is better than dying.

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There is a small park not far from the warehouse, which is the favorite place for the children of nearby residents. She sat alone on the U-shaped ladder in front of the park, raising her head and looking at the sinking sun in the sky. The dim sunset reflected in the sky. On her body, the afterglow of the setting sun dyed every corner of this small park red.

She stared blankly at the setting sun on the horizon, her eyes falling far away on the clouds in the horizon. The tall buildings in the city were hidden in the rich dusk, and the falling shadows were just like the corpse of a giant who had just died.

She retracted her gaze and looked at Chen Mo, who was standing in the audience, and the latter waved to her.

"Why are you sitting here alone?"

Chen Mo walked up the stairs. Long shadows fell along the steps in the sunset. He sat down not far from her. Children in the park below were running around after school. There were sounds of playing. The children were not far away. At the place, stood their lord.

The peaceful and peaceful scene is so peaceful that people yearn for it.

The gentle evening breeze blew by, taking away the last heat of the day. Her golden hair floated in the wind, stained with the dim afterglow of the setting sun.

"I haven't decided where to go." She turned her head and glanced at Chen Mo before looking back. "Why are you here?"

"Looking for people, taking a walk...the main thing is to find people."

Chen Mo sat down next to her like an acquaintance, putting his hands on his knees.

"Find someone?"

"A friend ran away from home and I didn't know anyone here, so I came out to look for her." Chen Mo explained with some distress.

Her face was slightly stunned, and then she laughed softly.

"Is this the Yan country's way of saying hello?... It's quite interesting." She raised the corner of her mouth slightly and asked, "Why did your friend come out?"

"Maybe he had a quarrel with his family." Chen Mo guessed.

"Since she is your friend, don't you know her well?"

"We're new acquaintances, it hasn't even been a day."

She turned her head and looked at Chen Mo. Their eyes met. Chen Mo saw confusion and seriousness in her eyes. She seemed to be really asking herself the answers to these questions.

"This is the only friend I have in Victoria."

"Boy?" She looked into Chen Mo's eyes and asked.

"Isn't it obvious enough? Miss."

There was helplessness in Chen Mo's words. She actually understood what he meant, but she seemed to be a little interested in this riddle-like way of speaking, so she continued to speak along with Chen Mo's words.

"We're not friends yet. The kind of friends you mentioned, I... don't feel that way." She crossed her fingers on her knees and turned to look at Chen Mo, waiting for my answer.

"I may have forgotten to tell you at the time, but my friend didn't feel anything in the first place."

"Really?" She nodded slightly, as if she was considering what Chen Mo said. "only friends?"

"only friends."

"What's the reason?"

People are always used to giving themselves reasons, reasons or excuses to convince themselves.There must be some reason for what you want to do. It may not be important whether it is true or false, but at least there must be one.

"Want to listen to the truth or lie?"

Chen Mo looked at her. She looked at Chen Mo for a while, then turned her head and continued to look at the horizon.

"What's the difference?"

Her voice sounded from Chen Mo's ears, [-] meters apart. People say that the distance of trust is fifty centimeters and the distance of love is thirty centimeters. This sentence is not accurate. Sometimes, even if the bodies touch, But the distance between hearts has been infinitely lengthened.

"There is no difference." Chen Mo said, "The lie is probably because I think you are very beautiful and don't have many friends. I want to see if I have a chance."

"The truth?"

"I feel you are pitiful and you have nowhere to go. I am a soft-hearted person."

"There is no difference."

She raised her hand, spread her fingers and put them in front of her eyes. The afterglow of dusk slipped through her fingers and fell on her eyes. She looked at the city over there and gently clasped her fingers.

"This is the first time I've seen it from this perspective," she said softly, putting her hands down. "The dusk of the setting sun fills the entire city, making it peaceful and peaceful."

Chen Mo watched her movements. After falling from the throne, he had a different feeling. What kind of feeling should it be, a gap, or regret.

Chen Mo didn't see these things in her, only sighs and exhaustion.

"Should I trust you?"

She suddenly turned her head and asked Chen Mo this sentence, as if she was asking him, but also as if she was asking herself. There was deep fatigue hidden in her golden eyes, as if she was exhausted after running around for a long time and was about to arrive. On the verge of collapse.

"Want to give it a try?"

Chen Mo looked into her eyes and put his outstretched hand between them. He didn't force anything, he was just waiting for her to make a choice.

Chen Mo couldn't promise anything, and he couldn't guarantee anything to her, because even he couldn't see the future clearly, so how could he guarantee anything for her? This kind of thing often depends on his own choice.

Just like the hand Wei Yanwu extended to himself a long time ago, Chen Mo now did the same thing to others.Maybe you will regret it, maybe it will be worse, but who can say for sure.

People will keep moving. Not only their bodies, but also their hearts will always be shaken. Just like this huge city, it will try every means to avoid it before a natural disaster strikes.

She looked at Chen Mo's outstretched hand. After a long time, she didn't reach out, and asked slowly: "Aren't you afraid of losing your life?"

This sentence seemed to be something she wanted to tell Chen Mo, but it turned into a warning, trying to get Chen Mo to distance herself from her.

"If it was just because of fear, I might have died a long time ago."

"What's your name?"

"It used to be called Snake, but now it's called Chen."

"He's a liar." She was a little dissatisfied with Chen Mo's untrue answer.

"What about you?"

"Now let's call her...Vina."