"I'm so, so proud of you!" The sturdy young man pressed the fat man in front of him. His dress was a bit strange. It was a formal suit, but it was obviously incomplete. Under the unbuttoned shirt and coat, there was actually a pair of Ragged jeans worn by ordinary farmers.
This is obviously someone's home. Judging from the decoration and area, it doesn't have the urban home atmosphere of people in the North or West District, but the layout of a rural household in the South District.
"Okay, okay, Eric!" The fat man smiled and pushed away the person in front of him, walked to the desk, and continued what he was going to do, "Hurry up and try on the clothes, we have a lot to do today!"
"Haha! I know!" A strong man named Eric began to arrange his clothes. On the inside edge of the coat, a small white label indicated that it was a rented formal suit. "I can't believe it! You really She’s getting married!”
The fat man giggled and continued what he was doing - putting the written cards one by one into the envelope and copying the names and addresses.
"And I'm going to be the first best man!" Eric, who was trying on clothes, stared at himself in the mirror, "Damn it! I look so damn handsome in a dress! Cliff, will your fiancée say no to you then? !Then he dragged me and ran away!"
The fat man’s name was Modin. He pushed Eric and said, “Get out!”
"Hahaha!" Eric turned around in front of the mirror, clicked his tongue twice, and began to take off his clothes again. His movements were careful, "Cliff, where's your dress?"
"Over there." Cliff tilted his chin toward the closet and continued to seal the card on the table. This was an invitation, an invitation to his wedding.
After Eric carefully folded his groomsman's dress, without putting on a shirt, he jumped to the closet with an energetic step and opened the door. Staring at a dress covered in a dust cover, "Cliff!" Eric shouted, the sound of plastic being fiddled with, "Did you buy that?!"
Eric had already pulled off the dust cover and was flipping through his collar. He didn't see the rental label. I did see the trademark, but the price was a bit too much for farmers in the southern district to accept!
"My wedding." He emphasized, "Of course I paid for it." Cliff smiled and glanced at his friend. The morning light that poured into the room illuminated some stiff muscles in Eric's back. Obviously, the guy wearing torn jeans still couldn't accept it.
"Well..." Eric carefully pulled up the dust cover and held on to the cabinet door. A young man who looked quite sunny actually looked back at Cliff a little nervously, "I think I should buy it." , after all. You can only get married once in your life, so it’s right to have a grand ceremony."
Cliff's eyes flickered, "I'll lend you some clothes after the wedding, are you satisfied?" He covered it up.
The cabinet door was closed, Eric shook his head and regained his smile, "Forget it! That figure of yours! Hehe." He jumped back to the mirror again. She started to admire her figure while posing.
Uh, I guess. All of the above can almost reflect Eric's character in various aspects.
"Get dressed quickly!" Cliff shook his head helplessly, smiled and picked up a stack of invitations that had been stuffed into an envelope, and waved them in front of Eric, who was still facing the mirror, "Your mission today !”
"Yes groom!" Eric smiled and took the invitation. He flipped through it casually, "xx, xx, xx..." The name on the envelope was, "Mel. Wes." Eric paused, "Wes is so close, I just put it through the crack of his door." He said He opened the envelope and took out the invitations inside, "Uh, I can just run around with these ones from the South District." After that, he took out a few more invitations from the envelopes and continued to read, "xx, xx... uh , Jason.”
Eric looked at the envelope in his hand and stopped again, with a strange expression on his face, "Are you really going to invite Jason?"
Cliff frowned, as if to emphasize, "We grew up together, we are all brothers in the orphanage!"
"Okay, okay, it's up to you, I didn't say anything." Eric curled his lips, "But are you sure his address is correct?" Eric looked at the address on the envelope, "'North District O Gil... 'This is his address when he first arrived in the North District. It's been a few years, is it still there?"
Cliff pursed his lips. To be honest, if you ignore this guy's figure, he looks pretty good. He seems to be a loyal and honest guy. "I don't know. Is any of us still in contact with him?"
"I don't know." Eric turned over the invitation to be sent to Jason, "I'll ask when I send these to the South District. Maybe Old Mel knows."
After confirming, Eric put down his things and finally started to put on his shirt. His eyes swept casually along with the movement, "Hey, there are more over there!" Eric, who was half-dressed, walked towards Cliff. In front of the moving desk, he looked at a stack of invitations that were not put in envelopes.
"Aren't you going to send out all the invitations today?" Eric casually tugged on the hem of his coat and picked up an invitation, "Morman (mermaid)? Who is Morman?"
The invitation was taken away, "A friend." Eric frowned and said, "You gave it to me. I will go with these..."
"Emilia?" Eric picked up another invitation, "Who is Emilia?"
We can answer, the dead ghoul's girlfriend.
It was taken away again, "I said I would give this..."
"Who are Sibella and Gale Wind again?" Eric reached for the invitation on the table again, but failed.
Cliff grabbed all the unsealed invitations and pushed Eric out, "You don't have to worry about these! Send your pile!"
"A friend of the bride's side?" Eric asked very reasonably, "Why doesn't she give it to herself..."
"My friend!" Cliff seemed a little impatient, "Unlike you! I occasionally go out to the South District and make friends from outside!"
"Uh..." Eric was pushed out of the door of this house, "You have many friends, okay! As long as I am the first best man..."
"Okay, let's go!" Cliff drove at the door, "I still have things to do!"
…
Cliff watched Eric drive away in a broken minivan. Looking at the direction, he should go directly to the nearest Wes' house. Cliff pursed his lips, seeming to be thinking about something, or maybe just killing time so as not to run into Eric when he went out later.
Saturday morning light. This wedding will invite mermaids, ghoul girlfriends, wizards, and some 'guys' that Eric hasn't had a chance to see yet. The fat man shook his head and returned to the house. But after a moment, he came out again, the bag on his shoulders was stuffed to the brim.
He locked the door. After getting into his car, he drove out of the yard, headed west, passed through a field, and got onto Route 27. When he did, he looked to the southwest with some hesitation, "It's better not to have anything to do with that Grande." That's good', he thought. Directly to the north.
Cliff's car was circling in Patton, driving and stopping, visiting Paisley, Southeast, Lister, Back Bay, Knoll, Becky, and even the West End. His bulging bag kept shrinking, and the invitations inside were Send them out one by one.
Let's skip some of the unimportant stuff, like the guy whose name we didn't even know looked at the invitation from Eric and looked like, 'Ugh. I won't give you any more gifts this time' expression.
Let’s talk about the parts that interest us.
At about nine or ten o'clock in the morning, Cliff came out of the five-dollar shop (Mind Reader) at the end of Ogier Street. Got in the car and went to Paisiying.
The invitation card with the words 'Sibella Gale and Couple' written on it was already in his hand, but just as he was turning at an intersection, Cliff saw the truck in front of Gale's house that had the style of battlefield armor. He stepped on the brake to the bottom.
The guy sitting in the van, leaning on the square snack can - our vampire Zach, looked ahead and raised an eyebrow. He didn't even have time to say a kind hello.
Cliff turned the steering wheel desperately and turned away. Our Zach shrugged.
At noon, Cliff appeared outside the Amelia Psychological Clinic, his fat figure leaning against the reception desk, and kept explaining to the female assistant who didn't even look good on Zach. He and Amelia knew each other and he was a friend of Harrison's.
"Dr. Browning doesn't like Harrison's friends!" The female assistant stared at the fat man in front of her and said in a very bad tone, "And now Harrison is gone! How can there be such a man! He disappeared without saying a word! Browning The doctor called the police and searched for him everywhere! He is still busy every day with his care! He can't even take care of his own patients!! What's the use of you being friends now... "
There is a trend of female assistants getting more and more excited!
"Okay, okay!! Can you just give this invitation to Dr. Browning? All Harrison's friends will be here! Please be sure to pass it on!"
The female assistant glanced at the invitation that had been forced into the schedule with boredom, and clicked her tongue, "Dr. Browning's schedule is full on Wednesday..."
Cliff had run away quickly.
At three o'clock in the afternoon.
Cliff appeared on Noel Beach. The summer was a bit difficult for the fat man. He pulled at his collar and wiped his sweat while grinning as he walked towards a lifeguard tower erected on the beach. "Morman, come down!"
"Cliff!" The healthy wheat-colored skin fell directly in front of Cliff from the three-meter-high tower base. "How can you still come to see me at this time in your body? Do you miss me? Haha, this is What?" Moorman looked at the invitation that was thrust in front of him, "Uh, getting married again!"
"What!" Cliff was short of breath, "First time! First time in my life! This time for me! First time!"
"Haha. Okay." Moorman took the invitation and pursed his lips, "I think it's time for you to give up this attempt..." Moorman noticed that Cliff's fat face was starting to show signs of discomfort. The deep red color was caused by asthma, and he changed his words and smiled, "I hope it lasts longer this time. I know how much you hate being a baby."
Don’t understand what Mollman means? Will understand.
"This time it will last." Cliff took a deep breath and said this, "She is just like me."
Mollman's reflex arc seemed a bit long. After waiting for a long time, his eyes widened and he said, "What?!" Then he put the invitation he just got in front of his eyes and looked at the bride's name, "Linda? Who? And Are you the same? How could I not have heard of it?!"
"That charming demon may know." Cliff glanced at Mollman, and found that Mollman's face was starting to become abnormal, and his mood became more balanced. "We came to Barton at the beginning of the year. We met, and then... "Don't worry about love stories.
"So, will this end your cycle?" Don't try to understand the dialogue between alien races.
"We don't know." Cliff frowned, "Try to maintain our life as long as we can, and let's see if we can live safely first."
"Well, then in Barton, you have to be very careful." It was a sincere suggestion, "Don't you think there are a lot of accidents in Barton now." Moorman felt that it was not enough, "Many, many."
"Tsk." Cliff tutted and responded in a low voice, "So it seems that I was right not to invite those two from Grande."
It seems that Cliff's words connected Barton's many accidents with Grande's two. That seems right.
"Aren't you going to invite them?" Moorman raised his eyebrows, "Well, I went to Grande a few days ago, and they are actually quite peaceful there..."
"Are you crazy?! What are you doing in Grande!"
Mollman tilted his head, as if he couldn't explain clearly for a moment.
"Forget it, don't mention them! I went to Sibella's house before and saw vampires in front of Sibella's house. I don't know what to do! I don't even know if Sibella is back. I'm annoyed." Cliff shook his head. He scratched his head and said, "I won't tell you anymore, I have to go to the West District. Aili's address hasn't changed, right? Mo Ruilin (the mind-reading tailor in Wodor's shop, Aili's father) said he didn't know."
"No." Moorman shook his head and immediately grabbed Cliff who was about to leave. "Are you going to Sibera's place to send invitations? I'll go with you. I have something to ask her." Morman pursed his lips and added, "Or any wizard."
"Then I'll call you when I come back." Cliff walked away under the afternoon sun.
At dusk.
Cliff returned to Noel Beach again, took Mollman with him, and went to Paisying. As the sky gradually darkened, they drove into Paising, expecting that the Grand Vampire was no longer there.
Pity.
Our vampire Zach had just moved his numb body and was about to find some food in Paising under the darkening sky, when he heard the rapid sound of brakes from behind.
Zach pushed open the car door, leaned out and looked back.
"Mollman." Zach raised his eyebrows, "The one in the morning..." Zach looked away and recalled briefly, "It seems to be called Cliff."
Zach only said this to himself, and when he looked over there again, the butt of a car disappeared at the intersection.
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