"Mr. Lan Sui, would you like to marry Miss Mi Pei'er? Love her and be faithful to her, whether she is poor, sick or disabled, until she dies. ”

"I do."

In the white church, the stained glass is decorated with figures, and the windows are illuminated by the blue solemn promise.

At this time the blonde Melly? Percy nodded with satisfaction, and at the same time turned his gaze to the girl who was wearing a white wedding dress with a pure white light in her eyes and asked:

"Ms. Mi Pei'er, are you willing to marry Mr. Lan Sui? Love Him and be faithful to Him, whether he is poor, sick or disabled, until death. ”

"I do."

Melly? Percy looked at the two of them with a relieved smile, and at the same time looked at the people who were witnessing the wedding, including Bilitz, Zhou Zihang, Si Lao, Zheng Dao, and even Nie Suni, who had not seen him for a long time.

And at this time, Melly, as a pastor? Percy also asked the crowd, "Is anyone against this marriage?" If not, then please remain silent in the future. ”

Melly? Percy waited for a while, and after finding that there was no objection, he said: "Then I officially declare the couple to be husband and ......."

"I'm against it!"

A calm voice rang out abruptly in the church.

"I'm against it too!"

With a child-like tone, but there is a sonorous voice that does not admit defeat.

"I'm against it!"

"Against!"

"Against!"

"Against!"

Lan Sui looked at Zhanyuan Fumi, Kagawa Shizuzu, Irichi Sparrow, Yanyanluo, and Zhixinghori who suddenly appeared at the door of the church with surprised eyes, and two somewhat blurred figures, one large and one small, standing with them.

With a look of surprise, Lan Sui looked at the few people at the door and said with a helpless look: "Aren't I dealing with this foodie~"

Scratching his head, he continued, "I've explained it to you. ”

"I know."

Zhan Yuan Smoke appeared behind Lan Sui at a speed that was difficult for Lan Sui to detect.

"But I still don't allow it!" Accompanied by these words, a cold light crossed from Lan Sui's back.

"This ......."

Lan Sui looked at the blood in the sky, and turned to Zhan Yuan Xun with astonishment. I saw that her eyes were completely empty.

"What I don't get, no one wants."

In the end, there was such a voice with extremely deep emotions and extremely selfishness.

......

"Whew~Whew~"

As if he had been fished out of the water, feeling the sweat-soaked clothes clinging to his skin, Lan Sui gasped for breath.

"Ma Dan, although I know that this is a dream, but it is so scary!!" Lan Sui wiped the sweat on the top of his head and muttered involuntarily.

In fact, when he had this dream, he knew halfway that it was a dream, after all, this dream was too nonsense. And Lan Sui's feeling is basically called lucid dreaming, a dream with such a name.

According to rumors, it seems that you can completely control your dreams in such a dream situation, but in fact, it is your subconscious mind that operates your dreams.

It's quite boring.

Turning his head to look at Mi Pei'er, who was sleeping soundly beside him, her supple hair was casually draped, and her fair face gradually became mellow under Lan Sui's consumption of money these days. It was also Lan Sui who couldn't help but reach out and gently pinch her cheek:

"It's that you've been clamoring for ice cream, or you're going to marry me or something. It's giving me nightmares, and that's a small punishment. ”

"I usually don't do bad things, and I'm not afraid of ghosts knocking on the door in the middle of the night. What you think in your heart is crooked, why should you be angry with others. The cold voice suddenly remembered, and the words made Lan Sui roll his eyes.

"I just want to pinch the girl's face, and what I said just now is an excuse."

"His heart is not right."

“……”

So it's really troublesome to be followed by an old-fashioned person.

Letting go of Mi Pei'er's cheeks, Lan Sui picked up a book that had been prepared when he got on the plane.

"Recipes of Classic Cuisines of Various Countries"

Don't complain about why he didn't read "Water Margin: The Biography of Ximen Qing" After all, this kind of book is still quite difficult to buy abroad, so Lan Sui can only find a book that is still of some interest.

"Tsk, what the hell is thyme, lemongrass, and dill, you have to use so many messy things~"

Grinding my chin and looking at the steps of the dishes inside, I felt a headache.

When Lan Suizheng had a headache, he heard a question:

"Why do you think the clown did those things?"

The hand that was turning the page paused, and then turned the next page. Staggered legs, Lan asked, "You can't, let me comment on the clown's boring drama."

Also, you shouldn't be asking about the clown, it's me. ”

Fingers slowly wandered over a picture of a lamb chop cooking, as if feeling the deliciousness of the dish, and as if thinking about how the person behind him would respond to his words.

However, before Lan Sui finished guessing, he heard Zhou Zihang say:

"I'm asking the clown, I'm asking you."

"Well~ then I'll talk about the more difficult ones first." Turning another page of the recipe, Lan Sui looked at the recipe with interested eyes, and at the same time said:

"The clown is clearly a chaotic neutral kind of person, with a clear purpose and advocating freedom. Don't care about others, take pleasure in your own interests.

To put it simply, this kind of person crosses a single-plank bridge, and the probability of whether he will cross it safely or drag others to die with him is half and half, and it is difficult to guess what kind of person he is.

However, I'm not a professional psychographer, so it's better to have a professional report. ”

Saying this, Lan Sui stopped. Zhou Zihang was also silent for a long time, and he didn't know whether he agreed with Lan Sui's words or not.

Maybe...... He doesn't care about the clown's psychology at all.

"And what about yourself?"

"Me?"

Lan Sui smiled and said, "I'm the one who doesn't need to analyze at all, if you insist on adding a few words to me." It's okay to be lazy, lazy, idle, etc.~"

"Aren't you divided?"

"What?" Lan Sui paused with his wrist, turned back with curiosity and asked Zhou Zihang behind him: "What camp do you think I am from?" ”

Zhou Zihang paused after Lan Sui asked this question, he should have been thinking, and Lan Sui didn't bother his thinking, where was he still quietly looking at the book until he ......

"I don't know." This is Zhou Zihang's answer.

"You see, if you don't know, how can I possibly know?"

With a snap, Lan Sui closed the thick book and put it in the seat where the book was placed.

"Okay, there's still some time left on the journey, I'll sleep again, I hope I have a good dream this time." As he spoke, he adjusted the seat, picked up the blindfold and lay on the seat, and seemed to be asleep after half a sound.

It's just that in the upper class cabin of this plane, there are people who can't sleep anyway.

"There doesn't seem to be the slightest intention to care about individuals like me, and even if they die in front of my eyes, they are still indifferent.

But sometimes there is an inexplicable way to help others. I don't even ask for anything in return.

Who is Lan Sui? ”