Longmen Memoirs

"Really?" She turned her head, clasped her hands behind her back, and muttered softly.

"what happened?"

"Nothing." Wei Na turned around and glanced at Chen Mo: "You play the piano well, have you ever learned it?"

Chen Mo didn't expect that she would suddenly mention this.

"It's just a coincidence. I have been studying piano on and off for three years. I remember that the teacher who taught me piano seemed to say that I was very talented." Chen Mo said shamelessly, "Maybe I am indeed very talented."

Chen Mo's fingers are not slender, let alone the so-called talent. However, after getting used to holding weapons for a long time, he will have a different feeling when he relaxes and touches the black and white piano keys.

The first time she came into contact with the piano was thanks to Jessica who stayed at Black Steel. At first, Chen Mo taught her some basic tactical planning, tactical gestures and signs, and battlefield situation identification. I don’t know when, she suddenly proposed to teach Chen Mo to play the piano. , the excuse is that after the combat mission, I also need to find something I like to do to relax my nervous nerves a little.

"Shall I teach you how to play, senior? But, is that okay?"

It's hard to resist the look in his eyes that reveals a hint of expectation and uneasiness.It should be said that he was a child of a wealthy family. Even in a place like Black Steel, he had privileges.

Chen Mo likes to stay in the piano room on his days off, listening to the music of the piano floating in his ears, and looking at the bright sky outside the window. It is very similar to the lullaby he heard when he was a child. With the gentle music of the piano, he wakes up and realizes that he Have been asleep for a long time.

"Senior, you must be very tired from training. Sorry, I can't be of much help."

Looking back now, Jessica must have become a qualified operator. I just hope that her character will no longer be so timid.

"It's a pity that I fell asleep halfway through listening last time." Wei Na said with some regret, and then asked: "If you have time, play it to me again?"

"I have to pay for playing the piano."

"It's expensive?"

"After all, it's not the main business."

"You think I can't afford it?"

Wei Na's words were like those of an old rich man like a nouveau riche. In Victoria, she was indeed the richest rich man, and she never lacked people who were willing to play the piano for her, even though she was a loner now. .

Chen Mo really looked at her, and she let him look at her.

"I owe you [&&

"How many?"

"How much is appropriate?"

"As long as I have."

Vina turned around.

This is undoubtedly a bad promise, and Wei Na has nothing now, except herself.

"Vina..." Chen Mo stopped and turned around.

"Thank you."

"I kept my promise and came to take you back." She stretched out her hand to Chen Mo.

There is no such thing as eventuality. For Wei Na, there is only do or not do, whether you want it or not.

"Don't stay in the past... Guinevere." She said softly to Chen Mo.

Guinevere, this joking name, seemed to be really remembered by Wei Na, and it seemed that she really regarded Chen Mo as her Guinevere.

Chen Mo didn't know whether he had become a substitute for another person in Weina's heart, or whether Guinevere was just a memory left in Weina's heart and did not represent anything until now. People are just a symbol, a symbol of a certain past.

She never took back her outstretched hand, nor did she urge him. She just looked at Chen Mo in the night, as if she was waiting for him.

Chen Mo suddenly felt a little uneasy. He looked at the beautiful blond hair, the delicate face under the blond hair, and the golden pupils. Even in such a dark night, they were still so bright. The brightness seemed to illuminate the dark heart of his heart, leaving a trace behind. imprint.

When I actually hold her hand, there will be some changes that I can't predict, some subtle changes.Isn't this what I expected?The purpose of my coming to Victoria, the original purpose, at this moment, as long as I stretch out my hand, I can touch it and hold it in my hand.

"I don't want you to be too far away from me." Wei Na said, "...you won't get used to it."

However, after only living together for two months, Chen Mo didn't think that he could occupy such an important position in Weina's heart. But Chen Mo also forgot that Weina was alone to begin with. She just looked so glamorous and beautiful. Out of reach and prohibitive, but everyone has forgotten that this aloof person lives in a thin loneliness.

You can't stay close to anyone, you can't approach others casually, you can't do what you want to do as you please, and you can't find anyone to whom you can confide your secrets.

She could only tell herself that, carrying responsibilities and people's expectations, she would become what others wanted her to be, become a symbol, be bound to the throne, stay high forever, and give people peace of mind.

Who cared what she thought? People just looked at that position, envied her, and admired her. Maybe what they saw was not Wei Na, but the golden crown she wore on her head.

Because of this, Guinevere became such an important person to her. She just happened to have that opportunity, happened to meet the right person at the right time, and happened to become the person Weena wanted.

Just like Chen Mo now.

It cannot be denied that what Cornwall did was not to give Vina a different life. She may take a different path, but no matter which road it is, it is what Cornwall wants to see. .

The Vina who became the king and gave up the crown put the right of choice into Vina's hands. The path chosen by others is often not as firm as the one chosen by yourself.

Chen Mo also understood that he might regret it or be very painful, but he would not hesitate at all when he made the decision, even if he gritted his teeth, even if he failed halfway, even if he was shattered into pieces.

No one is forcing her, now Wei Na belongs only to herself.

"Then I have to take it seriously, Miss Wildcat."

Chen Mo held Weina's hand, just like the day they met, a dog, one person and another person, crowded into a small flat-roofed room, occasionally talking about irrelevant topics, opening a door in the sultry night A can of cold dark beer, letting the cold liquid flow through the room, Wei Na followed his example.

Wei Na doesn't like others calling her wild cat, just like Chen hates being called eldest lady. Wei Na already understands the meaning of wild cat, and only Chen Mo can say such a title casually in front of her.

Wildcat and Guinevere became the names they were most familiar with, so familiar that they gradually forgot each other's original names.

Wei Na's hands are not big. Compared with Chen Mo, her fingers are white and slender but very warm.

"Your hands are cold." Vina asked.

"Always been this way."

"It's cold?"

"Night【|}

"Won't it hurt?"

"...It hurts so much that I'm used to it."

Chen Mo could feel that Wei Na held his hand harder after he said these words.

They were walking on the dark road, and with the occasional dim light that was more than ten meters apart but could not illuminate the road under their feet, as they walked, the surroundings gradually became brighter.

Walking on the streets of the city, passing through the crowds, passing through the shops, walking on the overpass, and crossing the road.

Chen Mo left his coat on Chen, hoping to bring her warmth in the cold night. He thought he would walk into the cold darkness alone again, but Wei Na was waiting for him in the night.

There is no need to discuss any interests, and there is no need to consider whether Wei Na's behavior has any purpose. Even if this is the case, Chen Mo should be satisfied with it.

After more than 20 years in a daze, the life he expected seemed to be back in his hands again.

Chapter 56 Infected

For hundreds of years, the Source Stone has become the lifeblood of this world. It has given birth to interests, power, pain, and hatred, and has catalyzed countless monsters.

Monsters should be feared, hated, and discriminated against, even though not long ago, they were doing the same thing, even though not long ago, they were living their own lives.

People who have been stripped of their identities have a common name - infected.

Most people infected with mineral sickness will go to two opposite extremes, feeling sorry for themselves and waiting for death in despair, or struggling to death and hysterical madness.

They don’t think they have done anything wrong. Of course, they are innocent. Whether they take to the streets or gather in riots, they don’t think they have done anything wrong. However, in the eyes of others, infected people should also do this. Things, just like orphans, must lack the quality of human beings. It is not surprising that they will go astray, and they will also usher in painful lessons on this road.

You deserve it.

I don’t know since when, it has become the norm in this world and everyone’s common knowledge.

Kindness cannot save you, and mercy cannot be redeemed. Even if you put down the sword in your hand, the sharp blade of the world will still not hesitate to stand on you.

Because in their eyes, they are also innocent. Since they are innocent, there will naturally be no self-blame or hesitation. On the contrary, they will feel proud and proud of it.

Only the smallest group of people will remain calm, have not lost their yearning for life, and will be willing to extend their hands to the infected as non-infected people. But similarly, this smallest group of people are the most terrifying and persistent among them. Madmen, because madmen have firm beliefs, and anyone who dares to stand in front of them will be torn apart without mercy.

But in their eyes, they thought they were on the right path, a group of righteous people, a group of desperate infected people, and a group of guys who were unwilling to wait for death.

When you are in a desperate situation, you are surrounded by a thick and deep darkness. You walk alone and tiredly, but you can never see the end. But at this time, when you are about to fall, someone suddenly appears. In front of you, she stretched out her hand to you. There seemed to be a little light in her hand, which reflected in your eyes, and it was the only thing left in your eyes.

No matter who it is, they will catch her at this time, whether she is a messenger of God or a prisoner of the devil, no matter what intentions she has, and no matter what terrible and miserable things are waiting for you in the future.

You will reach out your hand to grab him, to grab the end within reach.

This is a dark age, a cruel and dark history that has become common knowledge to everyone. The pathological social psychology has always been regarded as the orthodox behavior and the only behavior that continues the survival of society.

Everyone struggled hard to survive, and most of the people who struggled ended up dying on this road.

Chen Mo and Weina returned to the Glass Gang's headquarters. It was a passable three-story short building located on a relatively remote street in the lower part of Londinium, separated by a not-so-wide river. On the other side was a different story. A scene with a long iron bridge spanning both sides of the bank.

In fact, Xiacheng District does not mean that public security is not good, nor does it mean that the place is chaotic. In comparison, there are also many ordinary people living here. The only difference between Xiacheng District and Shangcheng District is that Shangcheng District is not Infected people are allowed to appear, and you can still occasionally see them in the lower city.

What remains unchanged is that regardless of whether people from the upper city or the lower city, there is no exception to the exclusion, discrimination and disgust of such a group of people. Even if their situations are not actually different, people always like to compare, intentionally or unintentionally. People like to compare themselves with those around them, and comparison often leads to different feelings.

The place where the infected people live is a slum, a slum in the lower city that no one wants to care about. They can only live in such a place and are squeezed into such a remote corner by the entire city.

Regardless of whether it is Longmen or other places, what is even worse, the city will not accept infected people, and once infected people will be cleaned up immediately. The better ones may be kicked out of the isolation area established by the city, and the worse ones will be "cleaned up" ".

Compared with other cities, Longmen's policies for infected people are generous enough.

For those infected with Originium disease, from the day of infection, the familiar life has left you. You will no longer have the opportunity to integrate into this society, and people will no longer accept you. It will be difficult for you to find a job. Nor can they receive the same treatment as normal people.

You will hate this unfair world and suffer from setbacks. You are no longer qualified to have dreams, ideals, and fantasies. You can hide your identity as an infected person, but you will not want to know what is waiting for you when it is revealed one day. What is.

Chen Mo didn't want to see what the other person would look like after being exposed by him, so naturally he didn't want to become friends with other strangers.

despair?

Maybe this word is too frivolous. What the infected people face is not just despair. They have never had hope, so how can we talk about despair.

But people should also understand that just as people are different, what they encounter after becoming infected is also different. There is a group of lucky people who are not abandoned even if they unfortunately become infected. There is a group of people who are born lucky. Even if they become infected, they will be treated with kindness.

But no matter how gentle it is, the infected person is always the infected person, different from you and me, he.

After all, there are only a few people who can accept you, and most people, the most ordinary people, have become the most common first category.

Why do you believe it easily because of a simple sentence? In fact, the reason is very simple, because whether you believe it or not is not important to the infected person. What is important is that you give them a reason to believe it, and they need this reason.

That's why they were able to gather so many people around them in the future. From the beginning, they wanted the same thing, but Tallulah was more stubborn.

Wei Na knew the identity of Chen Mo's infected person. She always wanted to know. Although Chen Mo deliberately concealed it, there would always be a day when he couldn't hide it.

But Chen Mo didn't expect it to come so quickly and so plainly.

She didn't let go of Chen Mo's hand, but held it tighter.

"Aren't you afraid of being infected by me?"

"Why are you afraid?" she asked, "how long have we known each other, almost two months, right?"

"Really, it's been so long."

"Maybe I'm a little used to you, Guinevere."

I’m used to living with you, used to the meals you cook, used to seeing you look dazed occasionally, and used to your incomprehensible words and nagging.

"Don't say that, I will take it seriously."

"It doesn't matter if it's true."

"No regrets?"

"I can't tell." She suddenly blinked and said, as if she was raising the topic deliberately to target Chen Mo, but also as if she was really considering the consequences seriously.

"I reminded you."

"But in the final analysis, it is you who is responsible."

"You wouldn't say such things before. I think you got into these bad habits after hanging out with Indra's group of people for a long time." Chen Mo said with a smile, but he didn't see how bright his smile was at the moment. Calm and reassuring.

"You said it wrong this time."

"Who is that?"

She glanced at him and her meaning was self-evident.

"I?"

Chen Mo pointed at himself.

Vera nodded.

"Nonsense, how is this possible?"