Decades later.

Beijing Guoxin Nursing Home, a family care institution funded by government departments.

Lu Mingfei knocked lightly on the door of the room on the first floor, twisted the handle and walked in.

Inside is the bright and open living room, and in the living room, the gray-haired old man sits in a wheelchair with his eyes closed.

She had a book on her lap that she was flipping through, and she seemed to be a little tired from reading, and she was resting with her eyes closed.

There was also a girl in her twenties in the room wiping down the table and chairs.

Hearing the door open, the girl stopped what she was doing and looked up.

When he saw Lu Mingfei, his expression was obviously stunned, and he wondered, "Are you?" ”

As she spoke, the girl also looked at Lu Mingfei seriously.

A black fitted suit, a light-colored tie, the broken hair on the forehead is not very long, just right, and the eyes are very gentle, but under the gentle eyes, it seems to flash with a certain tranquility of the years, which adds to the sense of charm that makes people curious.

She has seen a lot of young people in the Central Propaganda Department, but none of them have the feeling of this person in front of her.

Lu Mingfei glanced at the girl, then his eyes fell on the old man in the wheelchair, and said in a harmonious voice, "I'm looking for Chen Wenwen." ”

The girl looks sideways.

The young man's voice was exceptionally nice.

It's just, Mom has been staying here, how did she know this young man?

"Mom." The girl whispered to the old man.

The old man slowly opened his eyes.

Her once-shiny hair has turned gray, and her youthful face and skin bear the signs of age.

"You're here." Her voice was soft, small, and flat, and seemed to have known her for many, many years.

"Well, I'm here to see you." Lu Mingfei squatted down beside her, and he asked, "Are you okay?" ”

The old man just smiled.

"Mom, who is she?" The girl walked over and asked curiously.

"Your uncle." The old man looked at Lu Mingfei's still young face, and time seemed to have lost its effect on this young man.

Her hand trembled and lifted, looking a little struggling.

Seeing this, Lu Mingfei took the old man's hand and gently put it on his face, "Although what you said is right, why does it sound so strange to me?" ”

"yes, I should call you grandpa." The old man said that she was a little playful, and there was a smile in the corners of her eyes, and she looked very happy.

"What!" The girl looked at her mother helplessly.

But she really hadn't seen her mother so happy for a long time.

"My daughter, Chen Nuowei." The old man said to Lu Mingfei.

Chen Nuowei, her adopted child.

The old man said, looking out into the courtyard.

The setting sun shines on the last rays of the sunset, making the dusk pleasant too.

"Where's Xiaoqiao?" The old man asked, and then said, "I will always forget you, I am not as good as her." ”

She always easily forgot this young man, but Su Xiaoqiao always remembered.

"Didn't you remember it in the end?" Lu Mingfei said softly.

If it weren't for Su Xiaoqiao, he might have completely become a chaotic monster, wandering in that dark world.

Even if Xia Mi used himself as the key to close the passage of the Dead Tree into reality, so that the distorted World Tree could not invade reality again, and most of the power recovered by the World Tree could not enter the Dead Nation, and was blocked out, unable to be completely absorbed by the World Tree, and finally scattered back into reality, and some of them were absorbed by Lu Mingfei.

Su Xiaoqiao called over and over again, shouted his name over and over again, kept saying broken thoughts in his ear, and even used the last drop of blood to feed her, only to wake up him who had fallen into madness and was fighting for authority with the other side of himself in the world of consciousness.

With the reclaim of authority, the changes and effects of the World Tree on the world are naturally corrected.

The world is back on track.

For a lot of people, even half-breeds, there is no effect.

They're more of an afterthought.

After waking up, she saw Su Xiaoqiao who was on the verge of death, so Lu Mingfei reformed her bloodline.

Su Xiaoxiao, who had just finished transforming his bloodline, needed a quiet recovery.

Lu Mingfei took her out of the Nibelungen, and then woke up Ella one by one, and painted them one by one.

Dragons are creatures that are difficult to kill as long as the heart, spine, and brain are still there.

Even if they have no signs of life, they are still alive, but they are in a deep sleep of self-preservation.

If you want to kill a dragon completely, then completely destroy its three major sources of life.

It's just that after waking up, they are more or less left with injuries, and they can't return to their previous forms in a short time.

But relative to the short lifespan of humans, they have enough time to heal.

The old man laughed when he heard this.

She gently stroked Lu Mingfei's face, felt the temperature on his face, and suddenly said, "I kind of want to see the sunset." ”

"Shall I go with you?"

"Hmm."

"Is this our first date?" The old man asked with a smile.

"Count."

Lu Mingfei pushed the old man into the courtyard, the sunset stretched the shadows of the two very long, and the occasional sound of turning pages was heard in the wind.

Lu Mingfei sat next to the wheelchair, the old man's head gently leaned on his body, looking at the afterglow of dusk, and the afterglow of the sunset in his eyes.

It's so beautiful, she thought to herself, holding Lu Mingfei's palm, with a smile in her eyes, she slowly closed her eyes, like a sleeping child.

When we were young, we were all naïve.

None of us have to say sorry.

Chen Wenwen's funeral was very simple, but there were still many people who came to attend the funeral.

Before she retired, she was the leadership of the Central Propaganda Department, and she was highly respected, and even if the funeral was low-key, many people went to great lengths to see her off for the last time.

At the end of the funeral, Chen Nuowei saw the young man named Lu Mingfei again.

He was still wearing a black suit, but this time with a white rose stuck in his pocket.

He came with the girl next to him.

The girl looked like she was of mixed Chinese and Portuguese descent, with pale blond curls and a white rose.

Chen Nuowei felt that the girl was a little familiar, but she couldn't remember where she had seen it for a while.

She suddenly became a little curious about these two people.

The people who came to attend the funeral were all seniors, or middle-aged people, and there were really no young people like Lu Mingfei.

What is their relationship with their mother?

Chen Nuowei didn't get an answer.

The young man named Lu Mingfei took out the white rose and put it down gently, stopped for a moment with the girl next to him, and then turned to leave.

"Chen Wenwen is gone." Su Xiaoqiao whispered, and Lu Mingfei felt that there was some sadness in her voice.

"Hmm." Lu Ming replied and took her hand, "I'm still here." ”

When the two of them passed by a café, someone suddenly shouted, "Two friends, this store is newly opened, do you want to try it?" It's free, and I feel good when I drink it. ”

Lu Mingfei looked up, a man was warmly inviting him and Su Xiaoqiao, and there was a girl standing behind the man, and the girl looked a little restrained when she looked at him, as if she was worried about something.

Lu Mingfei's gaze fell on the name of the store, and his eyebrows raised.

Cafe Escape?

It seems to have been seen somewhere.