Longmen Memoirs

She was a picky child who would pout, push the food she didn't like on the plate into her bowl regardless of whether she wanted to or not, and then stare at herself bit by bit as she ate it like a mischief.

But later, when she grew up, she no longer had this bad habit.

She doesn't like sweets and has learned how to make sweets. Her sweets are fiery and spicy, suitable for the cold wind in the north and the tired brain after sleep.

People often say that when children grow up, they will lose many of their previous problems. Naughty children will become quiet, playful children will become home-loving, and children who love fighting are often the most polite.

In the eyes of adults, they have become sensible.

In fact, it’s not that they are sensible.

It’s just that as time goes by, they know what they should and shouldn’t do, that there should be a difference between the world of children and the world of adults, and that they need to pay the price for their children’s mistakes that can be forgiven.

They are just restrained by the rules of society, so they are willing to give up some unimportant innocence and romance in their hearts.

After they understood the weight of responsibility, they began to weigh the pros and cons of the world, and began to learn to protect themselves by seeking advantages and avoiding disadvantages.

They just learned to live and try to live without hardship.

It is admirable to stick to your ideals and keep your original intention, but there is nothing wrong with being selfish and greedy because of the pursuit of life.

"Can I go look around by myself?" Xiao Mo turned his head and asked.

After entering the orphanage, Chen Mo soon let go of Xiao Mo's hand. The curious and probing look in her eyes made Chen Mo unable to bear to let her stay by his side anymore.

"Remember not to go too far and pay attention to safety."

"understood."

Whispering instructions won't make an excited child take it to heart.

It seems that like Chen, her eager eyes always fall on the swing in the courtyard.

"Is this child the daughter of you and the original child?"

Ms. Theresa stood next to Chen Mo. She looked at the silver hair, and she remembered that child.

"I still remember that the child was very quiet and didn't like to talk. She didn't want to communicate with anyone except you."

"No, Ms. Theresa, Xiao Mo is not my and her child." Chen Mo said calmly, his black eyes reflected the figure in the yard, and when Xiao Mo looked over, he smiled at her.

"But they really look alike, right?"

Ms. Theresa lowered her eyes slightly. She wanted to say something, but she didn't know how to say it.

"I know, Ms. Theresa, what we expect is not necessarily what will happen in the end. I am already very satisfied." Chen Mo still maintained a smile: "Really."

He asked again: "How has the orphanage been doing over the years?"

"Everyone is very good. There are two kind-hearted people who have been helping us. Every year, the orphanage receives a donation from unknown sources. I tried to find the owner who donated the money to thank him, but They told me the money was sent from far away, Colombia, Victoria, Letania... many places."

Ms. Theresa mentioned several place names in succession, as if she had memorized the address of every remittance in her heart. She finally looked at Chen Mo. Perhaps Chen Mo's height could no longer make her subconsciously reach out and touch the top of his head.

"...Child, I am very grateful for everything you have done for us, but you don't have to go out of your way for us." She said: "I dare not think about how many places you have been and how far you have traveled in these years. But every time I receive your letter and learn about your news, it makes me feel at ease. All I can do is to pray for you silently here, hoping that you will have a safe journey."

Maybe Ms. Theresa didn't actually think that Chen Mo was the one who did all this. Maybe it was just because she finally confirmed this suspicion after seeing Chen Mo today.

Chen Mo was silent for a while.

"Probably because of your prayers, I've been doing well all these years."

Ms. Theresa breathed a sigh of relief. She was gentle and did not expose Chen Mo's lies.

"I'm so happy that I can see you and...your little Mo now that you have grown up."

Her smile became gentler when she said the last two words, and deep wrinkles could be seen in the corners of her squinted eyes.

"I have imagined that this day will come, but it still feels like I am dreaming." Ms. Theresa raised her hand to wipe the corners of her eyes: "If it is a dream, I hope it will not wake up."

"This is not a dream, Ms. Teresa, I can assure you."

Ms. Theresa slowly put down her hand, and Chen Mo saw the moist corners of her eyes.

"You just mentioned two people. Do you know who the other person is?"

Chen Mo was very curious as to who else besides himself had been providing assistance to the orphanage these years.

"In the past few years, she has taken time to come here every week to see the children, but this week I heard that she was very busy with work during this period and had no time to come here."

"He is in Longmen. He was also a child here before?"

"No, she is not our child here."

"Do you know his name?" Chen Mo asked.

Ms. Theresa looked at Chen Mo doubtfully.

Chen Mo explained: "I think I should remember his name."

"Her name is Beatrix Shihuai."

Chen Mo suddenly seemed to understand something, but he still didn't subconsciously connect this name with that Shihuaiya, until Ms. Theresa softly added:

"I heard her mention that she works in the Guards Bureau."

Perhaps all causes and effects have already been determined from the day of its birth.

"Life here can still be maintained, as long as you can come back often to visit. I don't want everything here to become a burden to you."

Chen Mo wanted to refute, but in front of this woman, he still looked like a child who had not grown up.

"I'm just doing what I should do, Ms. Theresa."

"But you have done enough." Ms. Theresa said with a smile: "I am proud of you, Chen Mo, but we should not be a part of your life in the future."

Ms. Teresa looked at the children playing in the courtyard.

"You now have your own life, your family, they are the things you need to protect the most, and you will always be welcome back here no matter when."

"Ms. Teresa...thank you, you made me find what I should have lost."

Chen Mo looked at the gentle woman in front of him. He seemed to see the same gentle woman. If she were still here, she would probably say the same thing.

Lady Teresa shook her head.

She said softly:

"It's you who really finds them."

Chapter 88 Xiaota Xiaomo

"There was a heavy snowfall last year and the roof of the utility room at the back of the house collapsed. In order to avoid getting wet in the rain, my children and I moved the utility room here. The things that were originally left here were left after she left. They were all taken away by that child." Ms. Theresa said, as if she had thought of something: "Later, someone who said he was your friend also came and took away the things you left here."

"my friend?"

"It's been years and I remember the kid wasn't that big at the time."

Chen Mo thought he probably knew who it was.

"Is it a Volper girl with orange hair?"

"It seems she is really your friend."

"Well, she's my friend."

Standing in front of the door of the lowest room on the second floor, Ms. Teresa gently pushed the door open. The door lock might be broken. There were piles of old things in the room, covered by gray cloth and arranged neatly, occupying the room. Nearly half the space.

This was Tallulah's room, and it had undergone many changes in the years since she had been gone, eventually becoming the orphanage's new utility room.

The sunlight made the room still bright, and blurred dust floated around in the light. A dust-free wooden table was moved out, surrounded by several stools.

"Maybe those children sneaked in here." Ms. Theresa explained aloud.

"Didn't you find someone to fix it?" Chen Mo asked.

He had somewhat missed this room. Just like this orphanage, every plant and tree here remained deeply in his memory. But other than that, after losing that person, all that remained was his memory. A trivial memory.

"The crushed area is not too big. The children are quite afraid of life, so we didn't plan to hire anyone to repair it," Ms. Theresa said.

"Maybe I can be of some help."

Lady Teresa didn’t take no for an answer, she wanted to lead the way.

Chen Mo smiled and said, "I know where it is, Ms. Theresa."

Ms. Teresa reacted.

Chen Mo said again: "Can you help me get some tools?"

Chen Mo left the attic and walked to the cabin that was originally a utility room behind the orphanage. The snow only crushed part of the rotten wooden boards on the roof. It was not difficult to repair it.

He took off his coat, picked up the tools that Ms. Teresa had brought and climbed into the hut.

On the other side, Xiao Mo gently pushed open the attic door.

The person inside the door stared at the tall buildings vaguely visible outside the attic, and was startled by the soft sound of the door opening.

She turned around.

They saw each other, Xiao Mo opened her eyes wide, and her eyes reflected the same silver color as her own.

After a brief moment of surprise, Xiaomo quietly turned around and closed the door.

"Are you a child here?"

Her voice was not unpleasant, gentle, just a little cold.

This was the first time Xiao Mo heard her voice. She didn't answer, her red eyes stared closely at that face. They were only two meters apart, with the short figure and the tall figure standing opposite each other.

It seems like my grown-up self.

Tallulah looked at the child who appeared at the door, and her surprise disappeared as quickly as it came. When she entered the orphanage, she did not disturb anyone. She just suddenly remembered this place, so she wanted to come back to see him after he left.

But after I came here, I realized that I still missed him, but after knowing that I had lost that person, nothing here was enough to touch me anymore.

Until she saw the child appearing at the door, watching her look at her in surprise, and wondering that she was not scared by the appearance of a stranger, but turned around quietly and closed the door.

"Aren't you afraid of me?"

When Xiao Mo was looking at Tallulah, Tallulah was also looking at Xiao Mo, with silver hair, horns, dragon tail, and red pupils.

She seemed to see herself as a child. 【~

Maybe a young Vaifan.Tallulah thought.

"Why be afraid?"

Tallulah couldn't understand the emotion in the child's eyes. It wasn't nervousness, not fear, familiarity and curiosity, as if she had known herself before, but Tallulah didn't remember seeing the child there.

Tallulah walked to Xiao Mo and squatted down to keep her at the same height.

He asked again: "Are you a child here?"

But she didn't expect that the child's next words made her stunned.

"Are you Xiaota?"

After a brief period of confusion, he immediately reacted.

Little Tower, how long has it been since I heard this title mentioned by anyone? Heir... Sinner... Leader... Tallulah... Duke's Daughter... Infected... Villain... Murderer..., there are countless names. There was only a small tower in the house. After so many years, I almost forgot that I had ever been called that.

No matter how many doubts and confusions there are in my heart, after so many years, that face has long been accustomed to being calm and calm.

"You know the name?"

"You have to answer my question first. You are Xiaota, right?"

"If you recognized the person correctly..." Tallulah nodded: "Yes, I am the Xiaota you mentioned."

She couldn't deny her unreasonable affection for this child, probably just because she had the same hair color as herself.

"I know you are Xiaota." Xiao Mo seemed to confirm something and added: "I just want to hear your answer."

"Now that I've answered your question, it's your turn to answer mine." Tallulah knew how to get along with children. Ino and Sasha were children too, and she never lacked patience and gentleness.

She put her arm around Xiao Mo's shoulders: "How do you know my name?"

"I've seen pictures of you as a child."

"photo."

"Mommy said I looked a lot like you when we were kids."