Andrew led Luga to Ludinand's main square, which was filled with the citizens of Ludinand, dressed in festive costumes, and singing from all over the world.

The fountain in the square came out of nowhere, the whole fountain is made of marble, like the Tower of Babel, the water gushing out from it tumbles down like a waterfall, and the huge water mist that hits the marble below and rolls up like smoke, the whole scene will be the whole scene

Music, all kinds of beautiful music, melodious from the instruments in the hands of musicians who came out of nowhere.

Walking through it, Luga couldn't help but feel that it was all so relaxing, never, yes, a scene that he had never seen since he was born and even crossed here.

"Look, a grand celebration!"

Joy is contagious, and in the midst of it, Andrew began to dance happily to the rhythm of the crowd. He carried the white flag and cheered loudly, dancing with the rest of the room.

Even so, he still didn't forget to pull Luga along, only to hear him shout: "Hey, Luga, what are you doing standing stupidly, dancing together, look, follow my movements, yes faster!" ”

Although he shouted that Andrew's dancing appearance was really funny, he was not ashamed of it, but showed off even more, as if only in this way could he reflect his happiness.

Compared to Andrew's down-and-out generosity, Luga is shy, and although Andrew looks very funny, it still doesn't stop him from attracting the attention of strange girls.

Compared with Andrew, the quiet Lugar is not conspicuous enough, he is the unknown one, Andrew seems to have become the protagonist, and he is just a passerby.

Andrew swayed and cheered loudly, and the flag he was carrying on his shoulders was also swaying from side to side in the sky,

Watching Andrew laugh out loud surrounded by a group of women, this must be the life he wants most, but this is not Luga's strong point, nor is it what Luga likes, so he is destined to get no attention.

"Okay, okay!"

Luga could only wave his hand at such a lively scene, and to be honest, he really couldn't adapt to so many people, unless it was a war.

At the end of the hall, there was only solemnity, and only a large number of soldiers in the splendid armor of the festival procession were seen in a procession, which was the most beautiful armor Luga had ever seen, and even when he was Augustus, the palace guards had not worn such a beautiful armor.

Luga gathered in the crowd and saw his long-dead predecessor Augusta Platicia and his predecessors Augustus Constantius and Theodosius II gathered here.

They were in the midst of a celebration, and Luga saw Augustus Valentinian III and his wife Lickinia at the far edge of their right, and they did not seem to be estranged, but rather in love.

They were talking cordially with the barbarian tribal leaders everywhere, everything was so friendly, there were no differences, no hostilities, no conflicts and battles, everything was like a community.

Barbarians are no longer barbaric, they are polite, and their words and deeds are in place, so that people can't find a place to dislike and a reason to dislike.

Everything was so harmonious, there were no quarrels and roars, only laughter.

Luga stood in the audience and watched them silently, and for some reason, Luga smiled, as if he was relieved, relieved.

Flavis. Luga, the hero who rose in war, Augustus who stood in iron and blood, or Dominate.

But it was war.

If it is peace, the great Augustus Flavis. Lugar was nothing more than a fisherman cowering beside Nar, a poor orphan.

The greatness forged by war is worthless in times of peace.

Therefore, Luga, who was forged by war, was nothing more than a crowd in peace, and the most ordinary people of Rome did not have the so-called imperial spear and imperial shield, and presumably the same was true of Aetius.

There would be no tragedy without war, and there would be no Luga, which proves that this place does not belong to him, and it is strange to look at the faces of those who are all too familiar to him, he has never existed at all, even if it is in a hurry.

He is not needed here, and there is no point in having one more audience and one less audience.

Luga hurried out of such a huge hall, and he buried his head and walked on until he saw the huge palace in front of him, which was next to the revelry square, and where there were people up and down, but unlike the guys outside, they were all dressed in toga, which was a symbol of nobility, men and women, and of any nationality.

Their posture is serious, unsmiling, faintly revealing a majestic momentum.

They were aristocrats, like they had been hundreds of years ago, standing on the dense steps beyond the main hall supported by ornate marble pillars.

They gathered in twos and threes to talk, as if to discuss some philosophical things, and from them they gave birth to ideas that would be considered great by later generations. From time to time, they also looked back at the battered man in the battered chain mail who was slowly walking up the steps.

Their eyes were full of doubt, but there was no contempt or resentment in them, and there was no so-called repelling of Luga's out-of-place clothes.

Luga watched left and right, driven by curiosity to keep him upward.

After climbing many steps, Luga finally came to the top, and saw a large number of people gathered in this marble hall, they were huddled together with their backs to Luga, and in front of their eyes, there was a loud singing voice in front of them.

It was a chorus of dozens of children singing the lyrics to the effect of praising God's generosity.

Luga was drawn to the children's voice, and he squeezed into the crowd until he finally came to the first row, where it turned out to be a group of well-dressed teenagers, singing in chorus under the guidance of the clergy, and the audience was their parents.

Luga saw a familiar back in the crowd, still the same blue dress, but it was new, with all kinds of hair, on the shoulders, such a familiar back, like an old friend who had been separated for a long time.

Luga's nose was sore, and he hurriedly lowered his head to adjust his state, constantly calming his excited heart.

"Okay, let me try!"

Luga cheered up in his heart, and he stretched out his trembling hand, slowly approached the woman, and then, gently, yes, patted her on the shoulder.

"Who?"

A familiar exclamation sounded, yes, it was the woman's exclamation, and Luga couldn't help but hold his breath, his heart in his throat.

His eyes widened as he watched as the woman slowly turned around, not daring to blink for a moment.

She turned around, and the moment she saw her face, Luga's tears welled up in her eyes.

She was still her, she still hadn't changed in any way, but she was more beautiful and moving than Luga had ever seen, with a healthy complexion, no more pale than before, but a little more blush on her cheeks.

Luga's heart was pounding, and looking at her in front of her, Luga didn't even know what he had to say to be able to express his thoughts. Although she looked so strange in front of her, it was like meeting for the first time.

But the difference was that she was holding a baby waiting to be fed in her arms, such a lovely child, sleeping soundly in the crook of her warm arms.

Luga seemed to understand something, he shouldn't be here, this was a world that shouldn't have belonged to him in the first place.

"Is there anything wrong with you?" Anai asked Luga with a serious face.

"What's the matter......" Luga lowered his head, his eyes were full of loss, there was still sadness in such a happy city, and this was the only one, that is, Luga.

"No, nothing, nothing......" Luga waved his hand at Anai, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm wrong, I'm wrong!" ”

Luga became so timid that he didn't even dare to look at Ana's face, he hurriedly turned his back to Ana, and stepped away, trying to leave as fast as he could.

Where the hell is this?

Such a wonderful world, but without a place of its own, Luga quickened his pace, his pace became faster and faster, and he began to run, faster and faster, faster and faster.

"Sir, sir......" was Ana's voice again, and it was her calling over and over again behind her.

This wasn't his own world anymore, and Luga was pretty sure that he didn't have the courage to turn back and just want to get out as soon as possible.

He was getting faster and faster, faster and faster, the scenery around him was blurred, and he even heard the sound of the wind.

The wind was blowing, the scenery was passing quickly, and everyone's dreams had been realized, except for Luja.

He ran along the road until he was back to the little fishing village of Nar.

Tenaia was dressed in a white dress, and the breeze was blowing through her long hair, so that the hazy cover made her look strangely beautiful.

She walked barefoot through the sea of flowers that spread all over the greenery, and she walked and stopped, carefully plucking one flower after another that looked unique.

She sat down under the big tree again, and carefully woven the flowers and plants into a crown of two, and she wore the small one on the top of her head, and the large one in the palm of her hand, and looked at the flowers and grass in front of her in distraction.

The grass and the white dress are particularly beautiful, as if people and scenery are all one.

Hearing hurried footsteps getting closer and closer, the noise made Tenaia come to her senses, she quickly stood up, followed the voice, and saw only Luga, who was sweating profusely and ran in front of Tenaia, who gasped heavily, sweat soaked his clothes, and hair, snot and tears piled up all over his face, and looked completely embarrassed.

"Poof......

Seeing Luga's funny appearance, Tenaia couldn't help laughing out loud for a while, but she looked at Luga, although she was smiling, but there was a faint light in her eyes, which was clearly joyful.

"Anything else?"

"I'm not leaving!"

Luga shook her head firmly, like a child.

"So, are you going to stay and stay with me?" Tenaia pressed the flower crown to her chest and looked at Luga with a shyly expression.

"I'll never let go of your hand again!"

Luga nodded firmly, and Tenaia showed obvious delight, she put the flower crown on Luga's head, and the two of them hugged each other tightly, on the top of the flowers.