Longmen Memoirs

He has always lived in that home, in the arms and warmth of others.

"Chen Mo, are you asleep?" Su Huhu suddenly asked softly.

It has been like this during this period. I kept my eyes open, waiting for myself to fall into a deep sleep without realizing it, without any dreams, as if I was dead. When I woke up the next morning, I touched my heart, felt my beating heart, and suddenly realized that He is still alive.

He didn't know why he did this, he just made these actions subconsciously.

"I woke up because of you." Chen Mo replied pretending to be impatient.

"Oh."

"Still not sleeping yet?" Chen Mo asked.

"I saw you talking to that policeman again during the day. What did you say? You looked...happy."

During the day, Chen Mo was not seen when Su Hu came out of the bathroom of the police detention room. After searching for a while, Su Huxu saw him outside the medical board room built at the gate of the resettlement camp.

He was talking to a female police officer, and a smile appeared on his face from time to time. That smile was different from any smile Su Hu had ever seen on Chen Mo's face.

He didn't understand or understand the difference between smiles, but he felt that Chen Mo should be happy at that time.

"Nothing to say."

"Ah."

Su Li was different from any other child he had met before. Perhaps it was because he was relatively precocious, or perhaps because the huge upheaval in his life made him suddenly realize his own growth. Chen Mo always felt that he did not look like a seven-year-old. A year-old child, but he thought about himself, how could he be like a child?

"She asked me how I was doing and if there was anything I needed that she could give to me."

"Is she your relative?"

"No."

"I miss my mother, Chen Mo." Su Fox pursed the corners of his salty mouth. "She is waiting for me to come home. There is fried pork with red pepper for lunch. We have made an appointment to go to the amusement park together."

"Oh."

"Dad, he hasn't been back for a long time."

"Ah."

Su Hu turned around, and in the dim night, he suddenly grabbed Chen Mo's back with both hands, clutching his thin short sleeves tightly, as if he was grasping something for support.

"I want to go home, can you take me back? Chen Mo."

"it is good."

"Where are your parents?"

"They all...went to far away places."

"Yeah... I don't know, maybe I'll go find them."

Su Huhu was stunned, and slowly released Chen Mo's hand.

Chen Mo turned over, and Su Hu looked at him in the dim night. He looked at Su Hu, and suddenly laughed softly, and stretched out his fingers to wipe Su Hu's eyelids.

"You are really a crybaby, little fox." He said softly, reaching out to hug Su Hu into his arms.

"We're all homeless, fox. They won't come back."

Su Huhu hugged Chen Mo's shoulders tightly, and then he cried hoarsely, like a flood that burst a dam, coming in wave after wave, so turbulent that it seemed to drown people.

"I don't have a home anymore...Chen Mo...I don't have my parents anymore, wuwuwu...I don't have my parents anymore..."

Chen Mo gently patted Su Huhu's back, and in the hazy darkness, he softly comforted:

"Don't cry, we are all the same, all the same."

But Chen Mo never told him that he had a mother. If he was willing, she should be by his side until now.

He never told anyone that he was the one who killed his mother.

Midsummer, July 1077, 7, Crystal Era

During this period, people would come in from time to time outside the resettlement camp. Most of them came in looking for their relatives, or they contacted their relatives in the resettlement camp and asked them to come to them. Some people also went out to look for jobs in the city.

In and out, out and in.

With the establishment of the new city and the aftermath of the disaster gradually subsided, everything has entered the final stage of closing and easing. In addition to necessary security patrols, people in the resettlement camps have been allowed to enter and exit. Except for the surrounding barbed wire fences and walls that have not been fully Outside the demolished and erected low-rise wooden houses, everything seems to have returned to last year.

Those who are licking their wounds finally have time to lick their wounds quietly, those who have lost everything finally have time to cry, and those who have hope will regain their yearning for life and tomorrow and leave the resettlement camp. .

Longmen opened its arms to the resettlement camps and did not hesitate to give them a touch of warmth.

Life will still go on, the living will still be alive, and the dead will not come back.

Although it is a truth that everyone understands, it is still inevitable to feel sad, so the entire resettlement camp is filled with an atmosphere of sadness and joy.

From time to time, I hear someone crying and roaring, and from time to time, I hear greetings and laughter from relatives who have found and come to visit.

In the wooden room, Chen Mo was sitting cross-legged on the bed. Su Huhu was sitting on the bedside with a cardboard box, holding a pencil in his hand and writing something seriously back and forth on the notebook, his tail behind him wagging gently.

He raised his notebook and handed it to Chen Mo, like a student checking his homework for the teacher.

"I'm done."

The notebook was crookedly written with two small words, Su Li, in a font that looked like a dog crawling over it.

Chen Mo took a look and shook his head.

"It's so ugly, I'll write it a hundred times again."

"Still writing?" The originally erect ears suddenly softened.He muttered in a low voice: "It's much better written."

"Just call me two hundred times."

Su Huhu quickly covered his mouth.

"Come here?" Chen Mo hooked his hands.

Su Huxu came over.

"what?"

Chen Mo raised his hand and pinched Su Huhu's ears, which were fluffy. He pinched them for a few seconds before letting go with satisfaction.Su Huhu didn't resist. It would be better to say that he was used to Chen Mo's behavior.This guy seems to have always been interested in his ears and tail, since he doesn't have those things.

"You're so good, write it a hundred times again." Chen Mo blew his hands, his movements were like an old prostitute who was bored after playing. "Not once more."

"Oh."

"Write small, just a notebook."

"Oh."

Su Huxu put the notebook on the carton again, held the pencil and carefully wrote the words much smaller.

After breakfast, Su Huhu suddenly ran up to Chen Mo and asked Chen Mo if he didn't know how to read.

"Why... you want to learn to write?" Chen Mo asked. He looked at him and suddenly realized that if Su Huxu at this age had not encountered all this, this year would have been his first year in elementary school.

"I think." Su Huxu nodded.

"Do you think I can read like this?" Chen Mo asked, pointing to his face.

Su Hu looked at it for a while and shook his head in disappointment. He subconsciously felt that Chen Mo should be able to do everything. It's like when you suddenly have someone you can rely on, you feel that he should be able to do everything.

"I can, why not?" Chen Mo said in turn. Su Huhu stared at him suddenly, like a puppy seeing food: "Don't stare at the Zajia like that, why should the Zajia teach you."

"unless……"

"Unless what?"

"Unless you tell me why this idea suddenly came up." Chen Mo said.

"because……"

"Because of what?"

"When I followed you back just now, I saw..."

"What did you see?" Chen Mo narrowed his eyes slightly and asked.

"I saw a child passing by saying that he would go to school next year. They were very happy. I was originally going to go to school next year..."

Before he finished speaking, Chen Mo waved his hand in interest.

I thought it would be more interesting.

"Fine."

Chen Mo turned around and rummaged through the box under the bed for a long time.

"I remember that there were some pens and papers left here. Where did I put them?"

Chapter 6 Prelude

Summer, July 1077, 7, Crystal Age

The sunlight fell through the glass into this small wooden room, and the white walls reflected a large area of ​​bright and dazzling gold.

Two towels were hung on the wire in the room. The little Volper boy held a pencil and sat on the cardboard box next to the bed, concentrating on writing his name carefully. The orange ears that stood up on his head occasionally flickered. Give it a gentle shake.

The black-haired boy was lying next to the bed, holding a magazine with the outline of a high-rise city [Time City] printed on the cover in his hand. He turned the page and stopped at LUNGMEN-Schwire.From time to time, his eyes would move away from the magazine and glance at the boy sitting beside the bed, or rather at the trembling ears above his head, not without envy.

He moved away in a hurry, muttering: I don't envy, I don't envy, I don't envy.

How could I be envious? Just like animals, not at all!no way!

Chen Mo was lying on the bedside, flipping through the magazines that came from the guard room, but his attention was not entirely on the magazines in his hands. He was counting on the day to come.

Chen Mo could feel that, based on what Uncle Wang said to him last time and the recent changes in the resettlement camp, it might not be long before their group of orphans would leave the resettlement camp and be sent to an orphanage.

Think about how many people like them there are in this resettlement camp. It is roughly estimated that it will not be less than fifty, but more. This is just the number of people in one resettlement camp. Chen Mo did not ask about resettlement camps like this in the entire Longmen. Yes, but never just two or three.

There were hundreds of orphans. Chen Mo didn't know if he and Su Huhu would be assigned together, but it probably wouldn't be the case.There is considerable discipline and coherence between the various levels of Longmen, and the greatest possibility is that they will be distributed uniformly.

He turned his head, lying on his side with his head propped up, and looked at Su Hu, who was sitting next to him.

"Fox cub, have you ever thought about what you want to do in the future?"

Su Li stopped writing and turned to look at Chen Mo doubtfully. He was used to the messy words coming out of Chen Mo's mouth.

"doing what?"

Chen Mo closed the magazine, wrapped it up and shook it.

"It's just dreams, ideals, and all that messy stuff."

"I don't understand." Su Li shook his head.

"For example, have you ever thought about what you will do when you grow up, such as a doctor, a police officer, etc.?" Chen Mo asked, "Have you?"

"Hmm..." Su Li tilted his head: "Open a cake shop? Be the boss?"

"Open a cake shop?"

"The cake is delicious." Su Li nodded and licked the corner of his mouth: "I will have endless cakes in the future."

"You little brat with no ambition." Chen Mo patted his forehead. He raised the magazine in his hand and hit Su Li's head. Su Li screamed and held his head.

"Why hit me?"

"Remember to give me a discount." Chen Mo said angrily.

"What is a discount?" Su Li asked.

"Discounting means losing money." Chen Mo replied: "Don't ask me what losing money means, you will know later."

"Oh, then I will lose money to you in the future."

"It's a discount." Chen Mo said, raising his index finger: "[-]% off!"

"Okay." The innocent little fox still didn't understand what Yi Zhe meant. He nodded and asked, "What are you going to do in the future?"

"Me." Chen Mo thought for a while: "I used to say I wanted to be a policeman, but now... I haven't decided yet."

"Then I will also be a policeman in the future!" Su Li suddenly raised his hand.

"No more cake shop?"

"No." Su Li shook his head.