Longmen Memoirs

They all understand that it is actually very easy and simple to say a word, but the difficult thing is when to say it and what attitude to use to say it.

The relationship between Weina and Chen Mo is obviously not that good yet. To her, Chen Mo is an insignificant person, but she has a certain value to Chen Mo.

They can never interact simply as friends, as Chen Mo said, because friend is a luxurious word, at least to her. She knows what she should do, and she also knows that one day, she She had to do what she should do, and at that time, Chen Mo should choose to help her or stay away from her.

Chen Mo should make some decisions, but now he not only represents himself, but behind every choice, there is a corresponding price to pay.

Wei Na once warned Chen Mo, but now she is just doing the same thing.

Friends are not enough to support the connection between them. It is too fragile, but for now, it is only this fragile word that maintains the relationship between him and Wei Na.

Just like Chen Mo and Chen, but specious.

As expected, dinner was all potatoes. This was Chen Mo's punishment for turning a blind eye to Wei Na during the day. Seeing her frowning slightly, Chen Mo couldn't deny that he felt much better.

"Is this revenge?"

After this period of time, she has learned how to use chopsticks, and it is no longer like before when she needed Chen Mo to prepare a fork for her. She held the chopsticks in her right hand and nodded in the bowl. She looked at the potatoes on the table and raised her hand. At first, he looked at Chen Mo as if he didn't know which one to choose.

In fact, it doesn't matter which one you choose, but now she is no longer used to potatoes. People always change, and the first thing she changes is her own taste.

"Do I look like such a narrow-minded person?"

Chen Mo took off his apron and sat down opposite Wei Na. Ignoring the bitter and resentful look on her face, he picked up some shredded potatoes and put them in his mouth.

"You don't want to eat?" Chen Mo asked: "You didn't like to eat potatoes very much before. I prepared so many flavors to take care of you."

Chen Mo pointed to the table full of food made from potatoes, and he could imagine how disgusting his sullen face was.

Vina sighed, as if resigned to her fate.

"Will it be the same tomorrow?" His tone was a little depressed.

"Probably? If you buy a lot, they will last a long time."

"Still angry?"

"What can I be angry about?"

Wei Na raised her eyebrows with a noncommittal meaning.

"I was just thinking that if you defeat the boss of a gang, you can be regarded as the boss. Why has such a cheap thing not happened to me?"

"Yes, how could someone invite someone to live in his home just after they met him?"

Wei Na curled her lips imperceptibly.

"Am I?" Chen Mo said shamelessly, without feeling a trace of embarrassment on his face.

"……exactly."

"Tell me, why do people fall in love with you?"

What he said was very rude, but Wei Na had become accustomed to this kind of statement during this time.

"Want to take a guess?"

Wei Na stopped what she was doing, put her chopsticks on the table, and looked at Chen Mo, with a look of unknown meaning in her golden eyes under the warm light.

"What do you think?" Chen Mo asked.

"Maybe it's the same as you."

She looked at Chen Mo seriously, with a warm light flowing in her gentle eyes.

Chen Mo's hand holding the chopsticks was stunned.

In fact, what is the difference between what he does and those people? Even compared to them, the gap between Wei Na and me will be even greater.

Her current situation is like a commodity, being competed for by all parties. Everyone is looking at the interests behind her, but ignoring her own thoughts. However, she has nothing to do about the current situation and can only let it develop. Now, my future is never in my own hands.

It was like the day we met, in that sunset twilight, when we met Weina, looking blankly at the tall buildings in the city in the distance, her eyes far away and sad.

"Glasgow Gang, that's the name of that gang." Vina said softly, her voice low.

"It doesn't matter if you don't say it."

Chen Mo put down the chopsticks in his hand and had no intention of asking any more questions, but she did not stop.

"I met them on the streets of the slums in the lower city. They are a group of homeless people who gather together to make a living. Do you really want to be their boss?"

"No idea."

"Those people think that I am the boss now." Wei Na said, looking at Chen Mo strangely, and said unexpectedly: "Will you still use such despicable methods?"

"It's none of my business, she used it first."

It's like when children fight, they say the other person made the first move.

"But as a man, I don't see any gentlemanliness in you."

"It's a pity that a small citizen like me, who has a hard time just filling his stomach, can't have the time to worry about that kind of thing."

"It's a pity."

"What if I lose..."

"I won't break my promise, and you won't lose, right? I mean... you don't want me to go."

"If you want to, I don't have the right to stop you."

"But you don't seem to want me to go." She said lightly and smiled: "Congratulations, you won the fight."

Although she said this, Chen Mo didn't feel any joy in his heart.

"Responsibility, obligation, and right. What do you think these three mean?"

Wei Na suddenly asked, looking at Chen Mo, as if she was remembering something, but fell on him, but drifted further away.

"I used to think that rights are about fulfilling one's responsibilities, and obligations are the product of fulfilling responsibilities, but then I discovered that this is not the case. Responsibility does not just fall on one person, and obligations can never be shaken off. Rights are responsibilities, and even if you lose this right, it is still a responsibility, and even an obligation is also a responsibility.”

After she finished speaking, she looked at the silent person in front of her and suddenly smiled silently. The smile was self-deprecating and ridiculous, and she looked away apologetically.

"Sorry... I may have said something strange."

"Want to go back?"

Chen Mo hesitated for a few seconds before asking her this question.

Wei Na was stunned and stretched her arms.

"I don't want to think about it anymore. Since I was kicked out, I should consider myself lucky as a loser to still be alive. It's better to run away as a coward than to lose my life. Besides, even if I want to do something now, I'm not qualified anymore." ."

Wei Na said this in a very free and easy way, but there was always an invisible heaviness and burden hidden under her free and easy smile, which pressed on her shoulders, making her breathless and afraid to relax.

They all know it.

Chen Mo wasn't sure how much of what she said was worthy of belief. She seemed to be telling herself, but it seemed more like she was convincing herself.

Looking at your current situation, you should understand,【}}

For some reason, Chen Mo remembered what she said to me before.

[I don’t know anyone in this place...]

[I don’t seem to have any other choice. I can’t sit here forever. I don’t think anything could be worse than now...]

[If one day, I also encounter a problem that I cannot escape...]

That person looking into the distance under the setting sun, that long and sad gaze, makes it difficult to look away. But when you look away, it seems to say to you again, you don't need mercy, and I don't deserve mercy either. , let alone desire for comfort.

She didn't need that kind of thing, she just needed a short break to catch her breath and recover.

We were all heading our respective ways, and no one could see clearly what the road ahead was, but she stood alone in the sunrise and looked back at herself, the pale sunset reflected on the side of her face, and it was dyed red in the sunset. The golden hair was flying in the wind.

"Miss Wildcat..."

Maybe Chen Mo should persuade her at this time, at least not to let her go in the direction that he doesn't want to think about, but Chen Mo has always been such a person. He knows very well, but still wants to do it uncontrollably.

To get it, you have to pay something.

He had told so many lies that even now he couldn't figure out how much of what he said was true and how much could be believed.

"I have to remind you one thing, don't forget what you promised me."

"Um……"

She was slightly absent-minded, raised her head, and her golden eyes fell on Chen Mo.

"Do you know what you're talking about?"

"I take back what I said before, I am a very narrow-minded person."

"Are you serious?"

"I've never been so serious."

From the moment he decided to participate in this matter, Chen Mo had no option to regret.

Wei Na is much more immature than he thought, but this immaturity is not disgusting. She just needs to grow up and learn more things.

Learn those things that she may have understood from the beginning but was unwilling to choose.

She pursed her lips and stared at Chen Mo. After a while, she finally looked away.

"Don't regret it, because even if you regret it by then, it may already be too late."

"I'm much better at escaping than you think."

"Humph, you really like to talk nonsense."

A slight smile broke out on Vina's face, and it disappeared briefly. She picked up the chopsticks and tapped it.

"Will you accompany me to a place tomorrow?"

"it is good."

You have to trust a person, a stranger, but who is worthy of your trust?You know very well, no.

But this is not important. What is important is whether he is really worthy of your trust and whether you are willing to believe him.

This is something you have to choose and the consequences you have to bear.

Chapter 48 A fire called trust

[Whether I am trustworthy or not is not important. What is important is that in her opinion, she chose me and I did not refuse. I extended my hand to her, so she took my hand and stood up.

No promises, no vows.Just holding the other person's hand was heavier and more real than those words. 】

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Vina is very familiar with every plant and tree in this castle. Even if she closes her eyes, she can remember every path in this huge house in people's eyes.

Occasionally, when she sees decorations or paintings hanging on the wall, her eyes will stay for a while, as if her eyes are whispering long-lost memories.

It reminded Chen Mo of more than half a year ago, when he had just returned to Longmen and walked onto the same street. The vegetable market across the street had already been built into a new park, and opposite, the familiar old apartment building was an empty space. .

Only he can still vaguely remember what it once looked like, but even his memory has gradually become hazy. After so many years, things that should have changed have changed long ago, but there is also a time when you think it has changed. , but when I looked back I found it was still there.

There will be some surprises in my heart, but more of it is nostalgia, but I know that I don't need to miss it, and I can't miss it.

He followed Vina into the old castle, walked through the corridor, and saw fragments of sunlight falling in from the tall window sill. Outside the window was a plain grassland, and further away he could see the small lake. There was a lake beside it. At the pier, a white boat is tied to the pier.

Chen Mo did not participate in the conversation between Wei Na and the old man, and he also knew very well that he was not able to participate in the conversation between the two of them, at least not now.

But he more or less guessed the reason why Vina came back here. Aslan was living outside, how she survived in Londinium incognito, and how she became the leader of the Glasgow gang inexplicably, and her life and safety were basically guaranteed.

Wei Na seemed to tell Chen Mo the answer silently, but Chen Mo did not tell her why he deliberately approached the wandering Aslan.

There were not many servants in the castle, and there were very few servants to see. It was quite different from the castle in Chen Mo's impression. It seemed that the old man in front of him was the only one living in this huge castle.

He walked for a long time in the hall where the collections were displayed. He looked at the armor and swords with an ancient atmosphere placed in the glass showcases. The edges of the slender swords had been blunted, and he could still vaguely recall that they were once sharp and smooth. Just like people, they will always get rusty over time. The difference is that items look much more obvious and also leave scratches.

"The sword left by the Duke of Cornwall, the owner of the castle seven centuries ago, is an item of some age."

Chen Mo turned around and saw the count standing behind him. Chen Mo did not see Wei Na beside him.

"She wanted to take care of something."

The count seemed to see Chen Mo's thoughts.

"More important than you?"

In Chen Mo's opinion, the most important thing in this castle is the old man in front of him, but at this moment, that is not the case.