Longmen Memoirs

She is indeed very smart. She seems to have guessed the difference between Chen Mo, but I don't know why she suddenly mentioned it now.

"You're overthinking it, and it's not just because of you. I still have a lot to do in Victoria."

This excuse is too lame.

Wei Na didn't expose it and smiled softly.

"There is another way." She shook her finger and continued: "You can also tell her what you know. It is her own business to choose. You don't have to worry about it. In my opinion, this is The best way."

"You don't understand her. If I really tell her the truth of the matter, she will definitely not give up, and even her good life will be broken because of it. I won't do it. This is too unfair to her. Besides, Even if she knows, she can't change anything." Chen Mo said.

What has happened will not change just because of one more person. It is more likely that it will cause her to break up with Longmen. Then where will she go when she is caught between Longmen and the latter.

No matter who Chen chooses, it won't be a good thing for her.

"But do you really know her? You said you haven't seen each other for more than ten years. How do you know her now? How she chooses is her own decision."

Wei Na raised the corners of her mouth slightly, as if she had read through Chen Mo's thoughts.

"Actually, you've never considered this option."

Chen Mo didn't refute. She had countless reasons to refute, but after Wei Na said it, he had no idea of ​​refuting.

He was indeed selfish and never thought about letting Chen choose.

"You never thought about letting her choose...but people will always encounter problems that they cannot escape, and they can't keep avoiding them."

Her words seemed to be a reminder, but also seemed to be speaking to herself.

"But people also have selfish intentions. Sometimes people avoid it not because they are unwilling to face it, but because they have not thought about how to face it. We live not only for ourselves. Maybe I am indeed a selfish person, but I know very well that I am Who knows very well how to choose."

"...I am an infected person, Wei Na, you should understand what these three words mean. I can't promise anything to others, and I can't guarantee the future." Chen Mo said: "For me, There’s nothing you can’t give up anymore.”

"Including me?"

"I've told many lies, you want to hear that?"

Wei Na was stunned. She looked at Chen Mo's face. From a distance of more than 20 centimeters, she saw herself from the bottom of those black eyes.

The rain is still so heavy.

But at this time, the seemingly simple but complex talent in front of him finally came into Wei Na's eyes.

She slightly averted Chen Mo's gaze.

"Ha, a guy who tells lies." Wei Na said with a chuckle, but she didn't hate it.

"Are you hurt now? I think she was not gentle."

"...No matter how painful the injury is, it will heal one day."

“No matter how well a wound heals, it will always leave an ugly scar.”

"It's okay, you'll get used to it slowly."

"Just like those dense scars on your body, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to look at them, I just inadvertently..." She said, and sighed softly: "It seems that you are really used to it."

Chapter 41 Lost and found, reunited after a long separation

Royal College of Guards

Since the last chance encounter on the street, Bagpipe found that Chen suddenly seemed to be a different person. It would be better to say that since the last experience, Chen, who was studious, hard-working and had a harsh stereotype, was often in a daze.

She hid her worries in her heart and didn't want to tell others what was on her mind, so she kept it in her heart. No one asked, and she wouldn't tell.

Compared to the current Chen Chen, Bagpipe still likes the old Chen better. Although he is still cold and difficult to get along with, he occasionally laughs and tells some interesting things. Unlike now, he always says nothing, as if I'm forcing myself not to think about anything, but I can't help but think about it.

"Is it really okay?"

"Don't worry, it's fine."

She always answered like this, but the more she said it, the more worrying she became.

"Can you tell me who that person was that day?" When Chen looked over, Bagpipe said hurriedly: "I have no other intention, I'm just curious. Chen Chen, your appearance now scares me."

She looked away from Chen, and scratched her cheek with her fingers hurriedly: "I just... want to see if there is anything I can do to help you. Although I may not be able to help you, I just... just..."

Don't worry.

She hesitated for a long time without saying the next words.

"I'm really fine." Chen smiled.

She looked much more haggard.

"But you don't look like you're okay at all now." Bagpipe murmured softly: "I know I'm not as smart as you, Chen Chen, but my mother always said that the smarter the person, the harder it is to figure things out. I I don’t understand this very well, my mother always said I was a fool, well, it would have been better if I hadn’t dragged Chen Chen to accompany me that day.”

She probably meant to say some comforting words, but the words came out like this.

Chen understood what she meant, but she didn't know how to tell Bagpipe about what happened to her. Those ideas that seemed ridiculous and childish in the eyes of others should not appear in people like Chen. On the body.

"I know what you want to say, but it's okay, I can handle it myself."

"Really?"

"Well, really."

"You'd better tell me." Bagpipe said hesitantly, raising his finger: "Can I promise not to tell anyone?"

There was a hint of pleading in her eyes, and she might still blame herself in her heart.

Chen suddenly felt a little warm in his heart.

She sighed softly, looked at the bagpipe in front of her, was silent for a while and finally spoke.

The story is not long, and there is nothing worth remembering in particular. It is even a bit funny when told, but only Chen herself knows how precious those memories are to her. Those long-blurred pasts are the ones worth cherishing in her life. of beauty.

Every spring, summer, autumn and winter, every Saturday and Sunday that young Chen Huijie looked forward to, every time she took to the streets, and every time she made a noise.

She couldn't remember what she said when she was a child, but she always remembered that it was the past that she wanted to keep but couldn't.

It would be great if time could stop, but it is always so cold and fair and does not stop for anyone.

"So it was Chen Chen's uncle who asked him to leave."

"It should be him, he said the same thing to me," Chen said. "It's just that I didn't choose that."

"But why did he do that?" Bagpipe asked puzzledly.

Why? There are many reasons.

She didn't want him to stay with her and Xiaota. He never told any reason for what he wanted to do, and he didn't care about other people's opinions.

[You and I are different. We have never been the same kind of people. 】

Chen suddenly remembered this sentence again.

After calming down, she understood in her heart that she couldn't blame Chen Mo. He had the right to choose the life he wanted. Just imagine how she would choose if she were in his position, for two childhood playmates.

After all, he has been despicable and shameless since he was a child, so it is only natural that he would choose this way.

Chen could understand his thoughts, but she still felt a little angry.

Chen never denied that she also had selfish motives, and her selfish motives now seemed to be nothing more than her own wishful thinking. Thinking about it now, they were just children at that time, and what children said could not be counted.

"It's not important anymore. What's important is that he has chosen the life he wants. He is right. We have grown up, so the past is long gone."

Chen exhaled softly. She only felt a little regretful and inevitable disappointment.

"But Chen Chen, don't you think it's strange?" Bagpipe said tangledly: "If it is really like you said, he came to Victoria, but why did he run when he saw you? I mean, if it were me, I would I will definitely not run away, and I will feel a little happy because I met friends I haven’t seen for a long time here.”

"What do you mean?"

"Well... I was just wondering if he said that on purpose. Ah, I'll just tell you." Bagpipe quickly changed his words: "I heard Chen Chen say that your uncle is very powerful. What do you think? If your friend really chose it by himself, then he probably wouldn't explain it as much as you did, and I don't know what to say... Anyway, I just feel weird."

Chen was stunned.

"You mean he's lying to me?" Chen's words stopped, and she suddenly stood up as if she thought of something.

"Eh, is that so?"

Bagpipes are an afterthought.

"...I'm not sure, he used to lie to people a lot."

"what?"

Bagpipe was stunned and didn't understand what Chen meant.

"I have to go out." Chen suddenly walked towards the door.

"and many more……"

Bagpipe jumped out of bed in a hurry and looked at Chen who was in a hurry. Sure enough, he still cares. Bagpipe thought to himself, and was a little worried that he had said the wrong thing again.

"It's still night. If you want to go out, you must first go to the school guard room to issue a note of leave. Chen Chen, do you know where to find him? Londinium is so big." Bagpipe looked at Chen's back and said softly: " And I’m just saying it, I can’t confirm it yet.”

"No, what you said is not impossible, eh." Chen stopped, frowned and thought for a few seconds: "Whether it is or not, I have to see him again, if it were me [~

Chen turned her head and looked at the desk that belonged to her. There are some things I want to return to him, and we will have nothing to do with them from now on.

It was a morning half a month later. The sun had just penetrated the shallow clouds and shone on the earth. The tall magnolia tree outside the door cast a small shadow. The fine light passed through the lush leaves, and mottled light spots fell on the small corner of the sofa in the living room.

Chen Mo was sitting on the sofa, flipping through an animal magazine boredly. As an idle employee who only received a salary, he often had nothing to do.

Vina walked out after breakfast.

Chen Mo didn't ask her where she was going, maybe she was wandering on the streets again. She seemed to be a little keen on doing such things, but the frequency was increasing recently, like a big wild cat that wandered away because it found something interesting to do.

Perhaps the term wild cat is not accurate when used with Wei Na, but the feeling she gave Chen Mo made him only think of this vulgar metaphor.

It was only in the afternoon that we could see Weena walking back, humming a half-baked tune she heard somewhere, which proved that she had a pretty good time.

Recently, Weina has become more and more smelling like smoke and dust mixed with the smoke in the streets and markets, which suits her very well. At least with her current learning speed, in Chen Mo's opinion, he might not be able to recognize that Weina was the person he met a month ago. The "illiterate" who knows little about community life.

And Wei Na seems to be happy to see this change. Perhaps, in fact, this kind of life is also part of what she yearns for, but she didn't have the opportunity before, but now the time just gave her such an opportunity, so she learned to indulge, I also learned to carry lollipops in my bag that I didn’t know when I bought them.

Chen Mo was lucky enough to taste it once, and the strong sour taste left him unforgettable to this day. He had no doubt that only people with taste bud problems would like this kind of thing that could almost make their teeth sore.

But Wei Na didn't realize it. On the contrary, she felt very good.

Thanks to Chen Mo's appearance, Wei Na has now ruthlessly swept away Victoria's traditional potato foods from the recipes. Sometimes, she will even ask with a grimace why it's potatoes again.

The somewhat contrasting and cute expression made Chen Mo unforgettable to this day, so he made lots of potatoes when cooking.

As for Wei Na, Chen Mo's explanation was: What can I do? The cheapest in this country is potatoes, and of course, salted fish. Although he has changed many ways to make it, he is not a serious chef after all. How can I know so many dishes?

Chen Mo felt like he had a cat. As we all know, cats are different from dogs. In the eyes of cats, there is no such thing as loyalty.

Vina was more like his owner than a bred guy.

Maybe I should take the time to talk to Wei Na about belonging. Although Chen Mo actually has no right to control her life, at least he should give himself some face and don't always leave me alone at home. .

Excited dog barks sounded from the window. In the bright weather, even a stupid dog like Wangcai couldn't restrain his anxiety. He was probably urging Chen Mo to take it out, but Chen Mo didn't want to go out, because even if he went out, he would look for it. There was nothing interesting to do. Simply walking the dog was too cheap for that stupid dog. Wei Na did it once out of interest, but soon, like Chen Mo, she selectively ignored the restless stupid dog. To a certain extent, Wei Na is even lazier than him.

Wangcai's screams became more and more intense. Soon, the fierce screams became muted and never sounded again.

The sound of footsteps sounded behind Chen Mo at this time. The keen hearing he had trained for many years allowed him to clearly hear the footsteps coming from behind, and the owner of the footsteps had no intention of covering up.

"Did you forget to get something again?"

Chen Mo spoke without turning his head, his voice somewhat resentful. He thought it was Wei Na who was back because she had only been out for less than ten minutes.

Chen Mo opened a magazine again, but his footsteps stopped behind him and did not move any further.

"Why don't you speak? Mr. Wildcat."

Soon, Chen Mo realized something was wrong. If it were Wei Na, she would have walked up to him calmly at this time, nodded, said a few insignificant words to herself, picked up the forgotten things, and started again. go out.

Chen Mo slowly turned his head and looked at the door.

"Lord Wildcat?"

Quiet doubts sounded from behind Chen Mo. She stood at the door. Compared with half a month ago, she looked much calmer now. There was a slight doubt on her face, and the eyes falling on Chen Mo seemed to be thinking. What.

Chen Mo slowly let go of the magazine in his hand. Chen stood at the door, wearing summer blue hot pants and a black jacket. Behind him was a bright sun. The mottled light failed to cross the shadow of the eaves, so that she could see Standing up, it was like standing in front of the light.

"Why did you come?"

Chen Mo was just a little surprised, but it was not unexpected. He had been prepared for this after Wei Na talked about that incident with him half a month ago.

Chen has always been such a person who is unwilling to give up. Just like Wei Na said, maybe it would be the best choice for him to leave Victoria at that time.

"Surprisingly, you don't seem to welcome me?"