Lu Mingfei, who had read Dragon Clan before slaying the dragon

It doesn’t matter whether we are in the same ballroom or the same city. We are all in the same world, and spending the most important stage of our lives together at this moment. This is enough.

Caesar and Nono could also see the situation in the banquet hall. They waved and greeted them. There were too many familiar people here. In addition to the people from Kassel College, Caesar also specifically asked about the recent situation of the brothers Shengyuan and Zhisheng.

Yuan Zhisheng's sunscreen shop has opened, located next to a pub on the nude beach.

It is called a store, but in fact it is a small hut similar to a newsstand, which also sells newspapers and magazines. The job of selling sunscreen is done by Yuan Zhisheng, Yasha and Crow. When the weather is fine, they will bring the sunscreen developed by Yuan Zhisheng himself to the nude beach to promote it. Business is pretty good, thanks to Sakura... Sakura is their model, who will wear a sexy bikini to show them the effects of the sunscreen, so in addition to women, there are also quite a few male customers.

The newsstand was guarded by Uesugi Yue. When he had nothing to do, he would lie on a recliner and read erotic magazines in the newsstand, and occasionally chat with beautiful female customers who came to buy newspapers and magazines. Uesugi Yue had been able to speak French since he was a child, and was even more familiar with the local people than Gen Chisheng and others.

At the end of the day, they would meet in the pub next door for a few drinks and a midnight snack. Business was off-season, and the money from selling gas and books in a day might not even cover their daily expenses, but such days were leisurely and fulfilling, and everyone of them enjoyed them very much.

The one who is doing the best among them is probably Minamoto no Chijo, who still uses the flower name "Kazama Ruri". Her art exhibition at the Polka Dot Theater in France was a big hit. As a famous romantic capital, France's acceptance of Kabuki performances is even higher than that of most Asian countries.

Sakurai Kogure continued to be Minamoto Chisei's assistant, taking care of his work and taking care of his daily life. They were already married, but they did not hold a grand wedding. They just gathered in a bar after a busy day, clinked their glasses together, and went through a simple ceremony witnessed by his father and brother. Sakurai Kogure was so moved that he cried.

What’s important is not how grand the ceremony or the size of the event is, as long as it’s the right person, the meaning of happiness will become concrete.

"Why does it feel like there are more people than in Japan?" Aunt asked uncle in a low voice, a little shocked by the grandeur of the banquet hall.

There were really too many people coming. Many people who were not on the invitation list also came. Even the hotel’s largest banquet hall could not accommodate so many people at once. The hotel’s parking lot was already full. Even five-star hotels have never had such an unprecedented scene of the entire parking lot being filled with top luxury cars.

"You must have remembered it wrongly. There must have been more people in Japan." Uncle said to Aunt, "Did you forget those men in black suits? You were so scared at that time."

"You're talking like you're not scared." Auntie rolled her eyes. "I mean, there are many more guests at the wedding than last time. Didn't those scary guys not come into the wedding venue last time?"

"This time is different from last time. Besides Ming Fei, isn't there Chu Zihang?" Uncle said, "And isn't it better to have more people? Doesn't this make our nephew seem more popular and more impressive?"

"But this is a bit too much." Auntie had never seen such a world before. "Just now, I saw someone giving gold bars directly at the place where gifts were collected. They were weighed by two!"

"That's a bit exaggerated." Uncle also clicked his tongue, "But children and grandchildren have their own blessings. These are not things we should worry about."

"Today is a festive day. I looked at the almanac and it says today is a rare wedding day." Auntie suddenly sighed, "You know Mingfei's parents must be very happy to see that their son is so successful now, right?"

"They...sigh." Uncle also sighed, "On festive occasions, let's not talk about these things. If they don't come back, then they don't have to come back. Just treat Mingfei as our adopted child."

"They are our children, so I just treated that couple as if they were missing. How could they only care about giving birth to the child but not raising him?" My aunt was also furious.

In the dressing room of the wedding banquet, Chu Zihang and Lu Mingfei, wearing Zhongshan suits and Chinese jackets, walked out side by side.

"Is there still no news about your parents?" Chu Zihang asked Lu Mingfei.

"No." Lu Mingfei shook his head.

He didn't blame Chu Zihang for asking such a heart-wrenching question. He knew what kind of personality his senior brother had. Chu Zihang always spoke his mind, and there was no topic to hide when chatting with him.

"Where is your brother?" Chu Zihang suddenly asked.

"Brother?" Lu Mingfei was stunned. His eyes became confused in an instant, as if he was being asked about someone he had long forgotten.

"Brother, are you asking about Lu Mingze? He should be sitting at his seat showing off the grand banquet to his classmates." Lu Mingfei came back to his senses and asked suspiciously, "Brother, why are you suddenly asking about my cousin?"

"I don't know either." Chu Zihang paused, then shook his head, "I don't think it was him that I wanted to ask originally. Do you have other brothers?"

"Other... there shouldn't be..." Lu Mingfei's words were stuck in his throat, and he seemed unable to speak.

Joyful music suddenly sounded, reminding the guests that today's wedding had officially begun. Chu Zihang patted Lu Mingfei on the shoulder, and the two of them put away their dark expressions and rushed towards the venue.

When passing the corner, a man in a black kimono passed by Lu Mingfei.

"Is it Mr. Kenjiro Miyamoto?" Lu Mingfei suddenly turned his head and asked the man from behind.

"Mr. Lu, may you live a peaceful and happy life." The man turned around and nodded to Lu Mingfei. His face looked the same as when he saw him in the pub two years ago.

"Thank you..." Lu Mingfei asked in surprise, "But why are you here?"

"I happen to work in the kitchen of this restaurant, and I am responsible for the Japanese cuisine," said Kenjiro Miyamoto.

"Oh, that's a coincidence." Lu Mingfei showed a surprised expression, "If you are free, I would like to invite you to have a drink at the banquet. It happened two years ago. I am really grateful for your care."

Lu Mingfei was talking about the gift of the knife. He remembered the scene in the pub that day, but when Lu Mingfei looked at Kenjiro Miyamoto's face, he always felt that he might have forgotten something.

"Thank you for the invitation, Mr. Lu, the wedding has begun." Miyamoto Kenjiro reminded and looked at Lu Mingfei meaningfully.

"Oh, okay, you go ahead and do your work first." Lu Mingfei nodded to Kenjiro Miyamoto and turned around hurriedly.

"Is he someone you know?" Chu Zihang asked Lu Mingfei.

"It's just someone I've met." Lu Mingfei said in a low voice.

The magnificent door of the banquet hall slowly opened, and the handsome groom stepped into the venue. All the guests stood up and applauded loudly. Gold foil was flying in the sky. Caesar and Nono on the big screen raised their champagne together. Behind them was the sunset over the Caribbean Sea, and the sunset dyed the waves the color of fire.

Relatives, friends, teachers, beloved ones... the beautiful bride is waiting at the end of the corridor. The sound of the bells sounds like the Buddhist chants in the church, lively and quiet. The reality is as beautiful as a dream, and happiness seems to be within reach.

Lu Mingfei's gaze passed through everyone. In the deepest shadow of the venue, there seemed to be a shadow standing. It looked like a boy, but his face could not be seen clearly. He raised his glass, and the blood-red wine splashed ripples.

"Brother, may you live a peaceful and happy life."

Such a voice came into Lu Mingfei's ears, as soft as the whisper of a non-existent person left in this world.

After that, the boy's shadow disappeared, as if he had never been there.

No one noticed him coming, and no one noticed him leaving, as if he was someone's hallucination or dream and had never really existed in this world.

Lu Mingfei lowered his head and opened a note in his hand, which was stuffed into his hand when he passed by Kenjiro Miyamoto just now.

"You are the only one in this world who can find ***, don't abandon him."

There was a blurry name on the note. Lu Mingfei stared at the shadow for a long time until someone reminded him that he should go and meet the bride.

Lu Mingfei came back to his senses and walked quickly into the corridor. There was another note hidden in his chest pocket.

It was written by him himself and he had been carrying it with him for a month. There was only a simple line of words on the note, which seemed to be a coordinate.

"Siberia, the Far North, the Fifth World."

Ye Sheng and Jude Mai, Lao Tang and Xia Mi, Yuan Zhisheng and Yuan Zhinu, Uesugi Yue and Eri, Su Xiaoyan and Chu Tianjiao, all the people he saved had happy smiles on their faces.

"I will definitely find you." Lu Mingfei looked at the warm smiling faces. A vague face of a boy flashed through his mind. Lu Mingfei whispered in a voice that only he could hear, "I am the only one in this world who can find you. I will not abandon you. Neither of us will be alone."

This is dedicated to all the lonely dead kids.