Longmen Memoirs

It's okay, Amiya, because parents must think the same way. Even if they usually have a lot of troubles, parents will think a lot when looking at their children.

Sometimes, this is the only reason we can live, because... life can still continue after we die, not because of anything else, but because someone can live. This is the reason that supports us to move forward.

I don’t want children to lose their parents, and I don’t want parents to lose their children. Just like Mr. Chen Mo, he always thought that he would forget, but he still said that he often wanted to go back and have a look. I know, I know that he misses Longmen in his heart. Alas, you Don't know who he is?It doesn't matter, he is a friend of mine.

On this earth, things that randomly take other people's lives are repeated. There is always something that will take away those we love and those who support us to go on.

Those things can even happen between parents and children, just because of some words, some thoughts... there is actually hatred between them.

Because the blood shed from injuries cannot irrigate the farmland, and the pain accumulated year after year cannot bear sweet fruits.

Amiya, we are very fragile, our tears will flow into the sand, and the seeds will not sprout there.

So...I have a very, very distant dream.

I don’t want the residents of this land to cry just for parting and loss anymore. I don’t want our night sky to be filled with heartbreak and emptiness.

I thought that maybe one day...we would work together to allow everyone on this land to sleep peacefully.

Well, everyone, we are a part of it.

Even if that future doesn't come, even if this land falls into darkness, Amiya, we don't live here for an answer.

Now Rhode Island is still sailing on her route, and everything is running as usual, even if we can't reach the end.

good night. 】

His Highness is always so gentle, but those intertwined memories seem to be imprinting a future that His Highness is unwilling to imagine.

Reagents mixed with pure colors were slowly injected into his body, and the blood began to roar and boil in the thick mud, trying to break free from the shackles again.

The demon king's hot blood began to blend into his body.

The ring on Amiya's chest emits light and heat.

【If it’s you, I can definitely find it. 】

Amiya stretched out her hand and pulled off the ring. She took Chen Mo's hand and the ring slowly put it on his finger. Just like the ring in Amiya's hand, its light and heat seemed to have found an outlet and turned into plainness. The stream gradually blended into Chen Mo's body, calming the restlessness caused by the Demon King's blood.

I once did something wrong and I tried to correct it but it was too late.

Chapter 152 The following is the time of Longmen Photo Album ([-])

Dream, maybe another dream destined to be broken.

In the leaden sky of Longmen, in the swaying shadows, the fire seemed to extinguish time, leaving only thick smoke and dust that gradually made it difficult to see each other's faces.

Chen Mo silently watched the little black-haired boy in front of him curled up in the woman's arms.

What is he thinking?

Chen Mo thought, what was that boy thinking at that time?He was weak and powerless, as if a strong wind could blow him around. What was he thinking after losing the only thing he was familiar with in this world?

Oh, what he thinks is that he wants to survive, what he thinks is that he wants to find ways to survive, he will not let himself face the same situation again, he will become strong, strong enough to change everything.

It turned out that he had such thoughts at the beginning.

But what happened next?

Chen Mo closed his eyes. Later, in order to survive, he gradually forgot why he had to live so desperately. He was like an inconspicuous dust, wandering aimlessly on this land.

Maybe it will continue like this, year after year, month after month, until the day of death.

Chen Mo stood in his familiar room. It was still early in the morning, and the firelight and the noise of the infected were projected outside the window, followed by the sounds of demonstrations and fighting on the streets.

Everything is being destroyed, and the window of this small apartment seems to be silently watching everything happen.

So much so that Chen Mo later realized that many things were destined to happen.

Maybe that woman already knew that this day was coming, maybe Chen Mo should have discovered this from then on.

After all, he was not just a simple child. There was so much despicableness and filth hidden in his mind, but gradually it turned into innocence and delusion in the warm embrace of two strangers.

Amiya's will is constantly wandering.

The ring seemed to penetrate the shackles of the thick fog to connect them together, so when it began to emit a faint but gentle light, it sent Amiya here.

She could only see a back figure standing in the dim firelight.

Amiya didn't know how to describe the feelings welling up in her heart. She just felt a little sad. The man seemed to be dead, and his back was thin and lonely.

At this moment, she seemed to finally understand why His Highness gave this ring to her, and finally understood what Dr. Kelsey said.

She reached out and grasped the lowered palm.

With the natural warmth, Chen Mo turned to look at the figure who suddenly appeared. There was no bandage on Custer's face. Compared to the last time he saw her, that immature face was much more mature.

"You've grown up, Amiya." He said gently, without any surprise, like a friend who knew his parents well, looking at the grown-up little Douding with some sighs, nostalgia and relief.

Amiya felt surprisingly not nervous. She just silently squeezed Chen Mo's hand, and the warm feeling became clear again.

"Are you here to take me back?" he asked.

"Well, everyone is waiting for you." Amiya nodded and said softly, but she didn't know how to address this stranger. That unfamiliar face made her feel friendly.

"Everyone?" He was a little confused.

"Doctor, Doctor Kelsey, Officer Chen...and His Highness." Amiya answered.

"Have you seen my memory?" he asked.

Amiya lowered her head slightly.

"Feel sorry……"

"It's okay..." he said, his gentle voice reminded Amiya of His Highness: "It's okay, Amiya, having this ability is not a bad thing for you."

He suddenly became silent, and it took a while for Amiya to hear his answer.

"Just wait, just wait a while."

He turned to look at the figure leaning over there. Amiya looked up at him, with reluctance and nostalgia in her black eyes, which reminded Amiya of His Highness and her parents.

"That's..." Amiya asked. In fact, she knew who it was, but she still couldn't help but want to ask.

"My mother...and me." He said softly, not hiding anything: "Longmen was in chaos that year. After the conflict with Ursus, the infected took to the streets. She was stabbed by the infected to protect me. , we didn’t dare to go to the hospital, so we hid at home.”

He turned his head slightly and glanced around the room. With the door blocked by the dining table and sofa, the home in his memory became messy.

Amiya didn't say anything, but the word "infected" caused waves in her heart. Amiya couldn't help but think of her parents. The infected who rushed to the streets were madly venting their violence and anger. Frantically destroying all the good things they could see in front of them, her father and mother blocked the door, looked back at her as she escaped from the window, and told her to live, Amiya, to live.

Nothing is more valuable than living. This is the last hope and words left by her parents to Amiya.

"Do you hate infected people?" Amiya asked subconsciously, but suddenly she remembered that she had asked a very stupid question, but she was still young, so of course she would be naive.

"Hate." He replied: "Why not hate?"

Amiya didn't know how to answer.

Of course they will hate it, just like many people also hate the infected people. Maybe it’s not just the infected people, people just hate the people who took everything away from them.

Castor was a little sad, because Rhode Island was mostly infected. She wanted to refute, but the scene in front of her stopped her words.

She knew she was not qualified to refute anything. Yes, that's right, infected people are not inherently bad people, but this has nothing to do with me hating them. I just hate the infected people who took away everything from me.

How can people who have not experienced my pain express my hatred?

"When I close my eyes, this fire and the crazy infected people on the streets will come to mind."

Amiya suddenly felt a hand on the top of her head, rubbing her head gently.

"So, for a long time, I hated them. I wanted to kill them all. I had reason to do so." His hand gradually moved away, and his green eyes reflected the smile of the man in front of him.

"People whose lives have been ruined by infected people, they also have reason to hate these infected people." He said: "But in fact, it is not them that I hate most. Whether I want to admit it or not, the person I hate most should be myself. , because I have no ability to change these, so I have to find an excuse for myself, and being infected is the best excuse."

"But you have to remember that under those lists, there were once living people, families, and lives. They should have their own lives, and everyone's life should also have value."

He paused.

"Maybe... what I said is a bit hypocritical and despicable, but without sacrifice, there is no change."

Amiya listened quietly.

But these words were so different from His Highness's teachings that Amiya was caught off guard, and her green eyes gradually became confused.

[In this land, random taking of other people’s lives is repeated over and over again. There is always something that will take away those we love and those who support us in our journey. 】

[Because the blood shed from injuries cannot irrigate the farmland, and the pain accumulated year after year cannot bear sweet fruits. 】

"Your Highness, that's not what she told me." Amiya retorted softly.

But she remembered that His Highness said that she had made a mistake.

Maybe, this is the mistake.

"Your Highness is right." He said: "Your Highness hopes that people on this earth will no longer cry for parting and loss. She hopes that everyone can live peacefully. This is not wrong, because people are fragile, but Ami Ya, you have to understand that people are also greedy, greedy for demands, and greedy for hatred. People are contradictory creatures, so they cannot understand each other."

"You have to understand that ideal is a distant word. It can make you tired, make you lose, and make you regret. But if you can persist, you will still have to face sacrifice, hatred, and self-blame."

"Your Highness is an ideal person, and she is willing to put it into practice, but ideals cannot change reality." He lowered his head, looked into those confused blue eyes, and said with a firm voice: "It is always people who change reality, and people want to To realize our ideals, we must bear the evils born in this process, and some evils and sins must be shouldered by others.”

"I can't teach you these, and no one can teach you. If you want to continue on, sooner or later you will have to face it by yourself. If after facing it, you are still determined, you will have taken the first step. step."

He raised his head, and the scene in front of him was changing rapidly, including the smoke of the Kazdaele Civil War, those broken corpses, those who died, and those who were alive.

The smoke filled the entire battlefield that year, and the laughter of people huddled in the trenches that year.

The cheers after the victory that year, the blood flowing from the corpses nourished the barren soil of Kazdaele, so the fruits above were sweeter than in previous years after absorbing human blood.

Is Your Highness wrong?Amiya looked at the scene in front of her and couldn't help but think.

But His Highness has always been in people's minds for a long time. His expression is always tired and sad.

He seemed to see what Amiya was thinking. This girl's heart was full of confusion and contradictions caused by past teachings. Kelsey would never tell him, and the doctor came back too late.

She may know what sacrifice means, but she is too gentle.

Gentleness is right, but gentleness will never end well on this land. That's why Tracys has so many people supporting his iron-bloodedness and ambition, and that's why Kazdaele drives out the Tower of Babel. land.

What Kazdel needs is iron and blood, a tough monarch, not a gentle and wise heir. She is out of time, but she can gather people's hearts, but she is too fragile.

"Your Highness is not wrong." He said, and Amiya looked up at him: "Because Your Highness knows what this will bring, and she does not want the people of Kazdaele to bear the suffering caused by the war again. This land has already experienced too much. What a hardship, and the war between the two monarchs will push it to the abyss, but Her Highness cannot stop because there are too many people watching her, leaving her in a dilemma."

She cannot stop until she dies.

[Amiya, for me, dreams are something out of reach. Ah, I have to deal with this and that every day. It’s really, really tiring. 】

【But I had such a dream.This dream makes me feel that no matter how much energy I invest here, it is meaningful. 】

Those green eyes gradually lost their confusion, because these words reminded Amiya of many things His Highness had said. His Highness could not stop, but she felt tired, but people expected her.

Just like Rhodes Island and Doberman who looked forward to their arrival, although they were very strict, they looked at themselves with a light of expectation in their eyes.

Yes, that is a gentle person.Amiya thought.

"Smart girl." He praised softly.

"But Doctor... everyone is afraid of him. I can see that Doctor makes them feel uncomfortable and scared."

Amiya's expression became a little sad again, because she thought of Kazdaele now, Kazdaele who had experienced the war. Everyone on Rhodes Island was afraid of the Doctor. Amiya could see that the Doctor had It has a terrible impact on them.

But the doctor was not wrong, but people still couldn't help but be afraid of what he did, just like the man in front of them.

"So, that's what we need to take on," he said.

The scene in front of her changed again. It was a conference room. In the conference room, Amiya saw the doctor, Ms. Kelsey, His Highness, and many people with him. They were arguing and cursing. With disappointment in his heart, Dr. Kelsey remained indifferent. They stood opposite each other, and the doctor and he stood in the same direction.

The Tower of Babel began to move toward war.

He looked at the scene in front of him as if he remembered something.

"I remember that meeting." He said: "Her Highness did not agree with my political views, and we had differences. She knew what it meant, but I will never allow Theresa to hold her naive ideas anymore."

"Actually, if she had stood up and objected at that time, she could have easily deprived me of my rights, but Your Highness did not. She would have thought that she was a hypocrite. We are all hypocrites. This is not because we do not understand kindness, but because we were kind at the time. There will be a heavy price to pay for everyone.”

"The nobles and lords of Kazdaele are afraid of us, afraid that the doctor and I will hang them and deprive them of their savings and rights, so they have to stand on our side because Tracys did not give in any more." He He continued, his tone gradually becoming colder and crueler: "Some of the lords are afraid but grateful to be on our side, but the other part is still a supporter of Tracys. We are no different from him, but we are more thorough than him. I personally I hanged the Grand Duke of Sherland and hung his head on the city wall. Every lord who passed by was trembling with fear, but from then on, no one dared to sit on the wall to weigh in, because they knew that I would give them more. Those who died Most of the wealth of the lords will flow into their pockets."

"So, the war began. Melee after melee. Lords died one after another in the hands of the doctor. Land after land was lost and recovered. For stability, we had to kill many people who dared to resist. For stability, Doctor And I have to eliminate some potential threats." He said: "They are naturally afraid of us, afraid that one day we will target them, so they spread rumors and describe the doctor and me as evil people, but We don’t care, we don’t care, we don’t care about slander and slander, we even rejoice and rejoice in their fear.”

His words softened.