Longmen Memoirs

After looking at each other briefly, Tallulah pressed down the note in her hand.

So the above words appeared.

Dusk has long passed. After removing the wick, the room seems much brighter. The struggling sparks in the fireplace are rekindled by the magic. The cold wheat porridge is reheated after a while, and the aroma of food slowly fills the air with the temperature. tip of the nose.

"Here, Alina sent it here. I'm afraid you won't be able to find anything to eat when you wake up. It's already past the camp's camp cooking time in the afternoon."

"Thank her for me."

"It's better to wait until you see her before thanking her yourself."

She picked up the hot porridge and handed it to Chen Mo. The floating wheat grains were mixed with some potatoes cut into small pieces and a few sparse and pitiful minced meat.

"Running out food?" Chen Mo asked.

Tallulah sat down opposite her and watched the man with the thin blanket draped over his legs take his wooden spoon from her hand.

"We can still support it for a while, barely able to wait until the second batch of potatoes planted in the ground is harvested. However, the harvest from hunting has become less and less recently. You have to go further to find prey, but the danger will also be higher. , so we have only dared to allow the team to operate near the reconnaissance area."

"Still thinking about what happened last time?"

"A few more people left the camp during this time."

"That's not your fault, Tallulah. It just means that they chose to leave and we are not on the same page in terms of philosophy."

"I know, but this is not the way to go. We have to have a stable source of food. The land here is too barren. Even if we can barely cultivate some fields, the food grown cannot feed everyone."

"What if we change the method." Chen Mo said: "I remember you lived in a city before, and you also know that mobile cities are not suitable for planting, but every mobile city has its own way of cultivating food. I am Colombia has seen similar large-scale indoor farms, and we could try to come up with something similar here."

"I have also considered this idea." Tallulah nodded: "But we don't have the ability now. Designers and engineers who can build a mobile urban agriculture system will not be willing to assist a group of infected people. Finding talents in this field among the people, you know the way Ursus treats the infected, it is much more difficult than capturing a quartermaster who happens to be infected with Originium Disease and is willing to help us, so in the end we still have to go south, in We may be able to find infected people who are willing to help us and who know this technology in the urban agglomerations in the south."

"In fact, after getting what you mentioned in the south, facing the urban agglomerations in the south and the elite Ursus army, the best destination is to return to the north, because only the north has large areas of barren land, minerals, and infections. Those who can get the time and space to deal with and develop with Ursus."

"You mean, we went south to go north? Wait, that sounds like it is true. Do you think we will come back in the end?"

"I actually don't understand these strategies. I'm just talking about it. It may take a long time to know."

"Well, but I think I need to think more carefully about what you said. It doesn't matter if it takes longer. As long as you have a purpose, no matter how long the road is, you will get there one day."

She said, skipping the topic again: "Okay, let's not talk about this. I am planning to arrange a team to contact Kazdaele. According to the time in the agreement, there are only a few days for us to continue to delay."

"Don't be so anxious."

"How can I not be anxious? I am really eager to see them earlier. Alas, you will definitely not understand this feeling."

"Are you going to go in person?"

"Well, the guerrilla fighters and I, but this time I want Mr. Patriot and some of the shield guards to stay temporarily. One of us must stay in the camp to avoid accidents. There is no backbone in the camp. .”

she said so.

"But I haven't mentioned it to Mr. Patriot yet, Mr. Patriot and the Sakaz of Kazdare. I am hesitating whether it would be better to let Mr. Patriot go. After all, that is his compatriot and hometown. "

"I think if you mentioned it to him, the Patriot would probably comply with your advice, and he wouldn't object if you let him go, but he wouldn't object if you asked him to stay."

"I think the same as you."

"Actually, there is no need to hesitate about this, Tallulah, you think, if the Patriot really wants to see his people and Kazdaele again, he has had countless opportunities before meeting you, so it will be the same this time, no matter what Whether it's him or you, it won't affect anything." Chen Mo said, but Tallulah did not accept her words so easily.

"If you are really hesitant, can I ask Mr. Patriot for his opinion?"

Tallulah seemed to have thought of something, she shook her head and said, "I'll go by myself."

The words fell silent again.

A brief silence.

I still wanted to say something more, talk about something else, even if it was something insignificant, but the strange thing was that after I really calmed down, I felt that this would be better.

I feel like there’s really nothing more to say.

"Why don't you speak?"

Tallulah spoke to break the silence.

"You didn't say either."

"...This always feels a bit strange."

"What's so strange?"

"It's a bit hard to explain, but since I met you in Xueyuan, it has never been as quiet as it is now. It was you who was always talking, otherwise it would be me. This is the first time that I see the other person having nothing to say."

"I originally had a lot of things I wanted to tell you." Chen Mo said.

"Why don't you say it now?"

"Because I forgot. I remembered it a few seconds ago, but I forgot all about it when I was about to say it." Chen Mo smiled: "Now that I think about it, actually those words are not too important. It doesn't matter if I don't say them. relation."

"I really don't understand what you are thinking about." Tallulah said. She looked at Chen Mo and put down the tableware: "Do you want more?"

"Already very full."

"It's just that little bit. You must have eaten too richly with Frost Star in Kazdare, so you can't work up your appetite now that you're back."

"That's right." Chen Mo said deliberately: "You don't know how enthusiastic Sakaz entertained us. Every meal was full of meat and fish, and I felt like I had gained some weight."

"Then why don't you stay there?"

"Mainly because of Frost Star, she doesn't want to force me to come back."

Chen Mo said it with all his heart.

But Tallulah looked at his face, and his words were really unconvincing.

"Even if you want to lie to me, you should tell a lie that won't be discovered at a glance."

She stretched out her fingers and landed on Chen Mo's face. Before Chen Mo could say anything else, she stood up and put her arms around Chen Mo's shoulders. She was stunned for only a moment. In the firelight and the scent of moss and wheat, Chen Mo could even hear clearly. Her gentle breath came to her ear, and with her bright silver hair hanging down on Chen Mo's collar and neck, she gently pressed against Chen Mo's ear.

What remains unchanged is the black Ursus noble military uniform.

What remains unchanged is that Chen Mo is still the playmate in his memory who has repetitive but incomprehensible thoughts.

From Gantry to Ursus.

From the orphanage to the barren and wandering infected camp in the snowfield.

Chen Mo tried to raise his lowered hand, but the touched sword fell to the ground, overlapping the heavy sword and giant sword in the sheath.

"I'm sorry... maybe it's because I realized that I can no longer deceive you now, Xiaota."

Chen Mo said helplessly.

But Tallulah failed to realize that maybe this sentence was what he meant sincerely, and it was also the rare time when a liar could not lie.

Because he really couldn't deceive the girl in front of him with just a few words like he did when he was a child, because even as a child, she knew that this girl couldn't be deceived so easily.

Perhaps it was only for these reasons that he had to leave himself in the snowfield, stay here.

Time failed to stop at this moment as I wished, because the bonfire was still burning quietly, [=

Perhaps just because of the firelight, Chen Mo didn't see a slight blush on Tallulah's face.

She let go of her hand and pulled away a little. No one paid attention to the weapons that fell on the ground, nor did anyone pay attention to the unattended fireplace. The firelight was gradually fading.

Tallulah stared into Chen Mo's eyes.

In her sight was the increasingly dense gray on Chen Mo's temples, and there seemed to be some scenes in front of her eyes that she had long thought she had forgotten and that she always wanted to recall but could no longer recall clearly.

Time really goes too far, far and fast, but you will suddenly feel that it passes very slowly. When it slows down, you don’t know how to cherish it. Only when it goes away again and you look back will you realize that you have passed by. I have missed many things that I was familiar with but never cared about, until they all became memories of a certain time and can only appear in the depths of my memories. Every time I think about them, I feel that they are further away.

When the hands touch the face, they feel a little cold, not warm. Because those hands have long been accustomed to holding weapons, they will naturally develop a rough cocoon. And because the life in the snowfield is exposed to wind, sun, hardship, and rain, even the German Lark couldn't keep up his glamorous appearance either.

After escaping, I could still eat well in the previous village, but since I left, it has become the norm to go hungry for two meals every three days. It got a little better later. After joining the guerrillas, I was finally able to barely let everyone down. Everyone is hungry.

But even though he was starving, even though he could no longer live a noble life, no longer have a luxurious house, and the food was so abundant that he felt it was a waste, he felt more at ease than ever, and therefore he never felt the slightest regret.

Occasionally, I still dream about my childhood days. When I dream about those scenes, I feel a little nostalgic, but I don’t dare to carry on with this emotion, because tomorrow’s road will be longer and more difficult, and the tomorrow after tomorrow will still be there. There is a long, long way to go.

Tallulah never expected to return to Longmen again, nor did she expect to see Hui Jie again. She did not complain about the cruelty and injustice of fate to herself, but she would treat the infected people unfairly for the sake of Ursus. and choose to fight and denounce cruelty.

Maybe she was just denounced the same thing that happened to her, maybe it was just because she clearly understood this feeling that she walked closer to the infected, but maybe it was just out of youth and arrogance.

Chen Mo didn't know the reason, but any one of those reasons was actually enough.

Tallulah never talked about this with him.

When they talk about their fate, they have been wandering around in the world due to a combination of circumstances, and they taste bitter, spicy, sour, sweet, and mixed flavors.

Maybe Chen is indeed more lucky. Maybe among the three of them whose intertwined childhoods and fates are quietly connected, Chen is indeed the luckiest one.

But Chen's luck did not make Chen Mo and Tallulah envious and jealous. They both hoped that Chen would not have to go through the same hardships that they had experienced. Or maybe in the process, Chen was subconsciously ignored.

Because of self-righteousness, because people fail to notice their own mistakes, or maybe they are actually aware of their mistakes and just knowingly commit them.

Chen Huijie's sister.

Tallulah Atrias, a certain obsession in Chen Mo's heart, the girl he once hoped to spend the rest of his life with.

When Chen Mo finally touched his lips, he knew that he had overestimated himself again.

Chapter 78 Infected Person, Chen Mo

He closed the buckle of his cloak, inserted the black handgun into the holster on his waist, put on his combat gloves and pulled them off. Chen Mo no longer wore his ordinary clothes. He put on the clothes of an infected warrior. Although it was smaller than the black In terms of the fine steel and expensive weapons, it seemed shabby and desolate at this time.

Finally, he looked at his own appearance in the palm-sized mirror next to the bed, and at the long hair. He paused briefly and stretched out his hand to tie the hair with a string.

This finally made him look younger and more energetic.

The sky in the camp had just dawned, bringing with it a cool and hazy morning fog. The children hadn't woken up yet, but the area where tractors and sleds were parked was already crowded with people.

Not surprisingly, we saw the conspicuous figure of the patriot.

Chen Mo thought of the presumptuous harassment last night. He brought back Theresia's message to the Wendigo. He still remembered the Patriot's reaction at that time, this calm and serious shield of the infected, and his body that froze in confusion.

"Your Highness, she... still remembers me."

"remember."

"...No, I don't deserve to be... remembered by her."

He opened his mouth to say something, but in the end it turned into a long sigh, followed by a long silence. In the silence, Chen Mo left the patriot's longhouse. The last thing he saw when he looked back was the tall Wendigo sitting alone on the table with a map. In front of the tactical wall, he looked slightly bowed.

His huge figure looked like an old and dying giant.

The Patriot won't be depressed. It's not that he doesn't have such emotions. It's just that the long time and cruel experiences have made him taste the bitter consequences.

In the process of fighting his own destiny, he no longer allowed depression to affect his will. In other words, he was an overly aloof person, so arrogant that he would rather make a mistake to the end, but also insist on his own ideas and beliefs.

Chen Mo did not ask the Patriots again about the meaning of Cosiche, although he did have this intention at the beginning. Although to a certain extent, Chen Mo himself subconsciously regarded it as a hidden regret for the Patriots. A nice bargain.

But he suddenly felt that the despicable calculations in his heart were actually meaningless, at least to this Wendigo whose tribe was in decline.

Because since he has chosen a direction, he rarely looks back. Moreover, as an infected person, Ursus will no longer accept him into it. More importantly, he himself has long been dissatisfied with this huge empire. Gradually disappointed.

No one can tell whether the patriot who chose to help the infected in the North did what he did to atone for his sins or to correct the mistakes he made for what he believed to be the correct Ursus.

No one can tell clearly whether the Wendigo, who refused the inner guard and chose to be the enemy of Ursus, wanted to die on the way to the glorious Ursus ideal in his heart, or whether he really had the extravagant hope of changing it.

Wendigos have a long lifespan, and their long lifespan allows Wendigos to experience a life that is more profound than ordinary people. And because of Sakaz's identity and the situation of immigrants from a foreign country, they have been subjected to a lot of hardships in Ursus. Their treatment cannot be said to be very stable. Fortunately, as Sakaz, they are not a weak ethnic group. This allows them to use their own strength to bathe in the glory of Ursus during the glorious conquest of Ursus in the former emperor's era. , but with the passing of the late emperor, the battles fought, and the battles with the monsters in the north, the Wendigos were finally unable to succeed and began to decline.

The patriot is lucky. Fortunately, he came to Ursus and was able to live in the way he most desired, with military exploits and matching glory. Similarly, he is also unfortunate. Unlucky to be a soldier of Ursus. , he betrayed the country he swore allegiance to. Unfortunately, he could not get the stable life he wanted in Ursus. He was immersed in the fighting and the glorious conquest victory of Ursus, and it was too late when he woke up. Night.

He does not regret the result of his migration away from Kazdaele with his tribe. Even if Kazdaele is now stable and willing to accept those who once abandoned him, he will not deny his life.

Because he didn’t feel like a patriot who had contributed to Kazdaele and his hometown, he felt that he didn’t deserve it, and he also didn’t deserve to regret it.

He deserves it, as it should be.

The only thing the patriot regrets is that he betrayed the trust of his former monarch. He only regrets that he failed to follow the will of the late emperor and sit back and watch his majesty die and Usas make a mistake. He regrets that even though he had already killed Usas Stan became their homeland, but Thearesia was still willing to accept these Wendigos who had betrayed Kazdaele.

Chen Mo knows.

The Wendigo will never return to Kazdale.

He was no longer worthy of setting foot on the land that once belonged to him as a Wendigo. He had to implement the wishes of the late emperor and do something more for Ursus, but Theresia was still the monarch of Sakaz. , even though the Patriots already had a new monarch, Thearesia is still their monarch of Sakaz.

The shackles in the hearts of people are the most difficult things to untie, and the more stubborn the person, the more so. Unfortunately, Patriot happens to be the old stubborn in Frost Star's mouth, and one can imagine how stubborn and old-fashioned he is.

"Did you say something to Mr. Patriot? Why did I feel that something was wrong with the way he looked at you just now?"

After discussing with the Patriot, the Patriot left with the shield guard. Tallulah looked at Chen Mo beside her suspiciously.