When all the galleries were covered with white splicing cloth, Butti finally supported the gallery as tall as him and rested for a while. Today, he recalled how strong he was when he was young. He could work continuously and with a high intensity for a day without feeling tired. Now he just stayed up for a while and worked, and the old waist started to scream.

"Dad! Are you okay?"

Lake looked up at Butty rubbing her waist constantly, and then asked loudly at him.

"Fortunately, don't yell so loudly. I'm not deaf and can be heard."

Butty bent down and leaned on the frame of the clad cabin with the spliced ​​cloth slowly untied the straps that were tied very dead, and responded to Lake's relationship. He knew that Lake was caring for him, but he was not convinced by his body.

"Thank you for your hard work, Mr. Stu and Lake, have some water."

Philip found a wooden board from somewhere and used it as a tray for placing wooden bowls. The shaking cold water on it tried to escape from the ugly wooden bowls, but under Philip's extremely steady palm, they were always delusions.

"Thank you, Brother Philip."

Lake saw Philip slowly walking with one hand holding the wooden board, and hurriedly walked up, trying to take the board from him.

"No, I'll put it here. You can just take it yourself. If it's not enough, I'll go and serve it again."

Philip cleverly avoided Lake's fingers that wanted to touch his fingers, and quietly showed a little too high the wooden board, just to the point where Lake needed to raise it a little further.

Lake's outstretched hand hung stiffly in the air. He was not allowed to let it go, nor was he raised it any more.

Letting go, it seems that he is just a kind of person who is just a person who will compromise when others say it. If you don’t let go, will Philip feel that Lake is looking down on him, and a strong veteran will be tired just by holding a wooden board with water?

Or, he said he didn't care about Philip's disability, but actually he subconsciously believed that Philip was inferior to him and needed to live with the help of others.

These are just thoughts that flashed through Lake's mind. It's actually not known what the situation is.

He only knew that Brother Philip seemed to be reluctant to let him take over, and he was more willing to do it himself, so after his thoughts, he still chose to respect Philip's choice.

Of course, this has nothing to do with Philip's gradually gloomy aura. Lake just thinks that he might be better like this, probably.

When Lake looked at Philip's back and drank water silently, Buti also jumped off the stilts and pressed the grass like green waves into a carpet. I don't know if it was rain or dew's permeable water droplets that were stimulated by the impact force and all flew up. It turned out that a brief rain formed here, which completely drenched Lake's clothes and hair.

"Dad, can you tell me before you come down? After you finish this, can I still drink the water?"

Lake also maintained the posture of holding the wooden bowl with both hands, and the water surface mixed with water droplets continued to spread. Then he encountered obstacles on the edge of the wooden bowl and returned as the same way. This was repeated.

"It's not a dirt or dust. It's just a little dew, it's not that you can't drink it."

Buti picked up the square wooden bowl at Lake's feet, took a sip without any attention, and then showed it to Lake to see how much he had drunk.

Just as Lake was about to say something to refute Buti's words, the moment he spoke, a ray of sunlight shot down from his head, and then the dark clouds covering the sky disappeared at an extremely fast speed, revealing the sun that had been waiting for for a long time. The dazzling light made Lake immediately raise his arm to block the sunlight.

The moment he felt the warm sunlight shining on his body, Buti raised his head and squinted his eyes and looked at the sky. He was not the same as Lake. The appearance of sunlight is naturally a thing worth celebrating, especially when it is needed for light and temperature.

After Lake's eyes gradually adapted to the surrounding light, he lowered his arms and then the yard that shone under the sunlight appeared in front of him.

“The sunlight after the rain always brings a different color.”

Buti couldn't help but sigh as he looked at the energetic scene in front of him.

Death and dullness gradually melted, replaced by the colors of life everywhere. It was obvious that nothing had changed, but the clouds had just disappeared, but the result was like a world that had changed.

"Indeed, the reflection of this water droplet in the light enhances the colors of the leaves and flowers themselves. If I could draw, I would definitely record this scene, which is very beautiful."

Lake echoed Buti, and he had the same feeling. It was only then that he began to regret that he did not have any extra skills, and if he had, he could record it.

"I've packed it up, Mr. Stu, can you be Maria's waiter?"

Philip's tone obviously changed. Lake speculated that the reason why he was in a bad mood before was probably because of the environment. He was like this. He often became a little depressed because of the gloomy weather and didn't like to talk.

"Obviously, I came for this."

Buti has been waiting for this request for a long time. Since he came to the yard this morning, he has been waiting until now.

The waiter does not refer to the waiter in the restaurant, but a corresponding identity to the waiter. As the companion of the man, the waiter represents the man's immatureness and past, and is generally served by minors or unmarried relatives and friends.

The waiter is the companion of the woman, representing the long-standing care and care of the woman's family. Generally, only the elders who watch the woman grow up can be watched. He is the entrustor who is responsible for handing the woman's hands to the man.

Buti had never seen Maria before coming to Xihe Village, but Philip's proposal of simplicity and this matter was not suitable for others to know, so he had to let Buti act as this special identity.

"Then, please! She's in the house."

Philip slowly walked towards the gallery set up at the entrance of the yard. Lake, who had been watching him, somehow made up a sense of determination, as if it had taken much energy to make this decision.

The young Lake didn't know what this wedding was about Philip, nor did he know what he did for the wedding. The only thing he knew was that he should have moved. Brother Philip left and father left, so he left, and now he was left alone in the middle of the yard, stunned.

"This is too fast, there is no preparation at all."

Lake muttered in his heart, saying that, but he also knew that neither Dad nor Brother Philip could wait. He had not heard the whereabouts of the regenerated demon badger from Dad, and the rituals on Brother Philip were also running, and they all had problems that needed to be solved.

When Lake quickly walked to the end of the gallery, Philip, who was walking slowly under the gallery, just arrived.

He was tall and serious, and his straight body was dressed in handsome clothes. He was a perfect presence in the bright light, if he didn't care about his empty left sleeves.

On the other end of the gallery, Lake also saw his father helping a lady in a white dress walk out of the stone house. The woman leaned on Buti's body and soul, as if she was full of trust and dependence on him.

She had a delicate figure and a good figure, so Lake could only say this. No matter how many she could see clearly, he didn't dare to look at it. This seemed to be a blasphemy to him, a blasphemy to a strange lady who had passed away.

He actually attended a wedding with the corpse as the main participant, and he would never agree if it were not for the last resort.

"Let's go."

Philip looked at Butty and walked forward carefully with his arms around Maria, without looking back, but his lips closed up and down, and said in a voice that Lake could hear.

"OK."

Although Lake's eyes were on Dad and Ms. Maria, it did not mean that he was not paying attention to Philip.

After hearing Philip's order, he immediately leaned forward, trying to hold Philip's right hand as he had seen before.

But unexpectedly, Philip dodged.

He was unwilling to let Lake touch his body. Without any explanation, he just accelerated his pace and continued to walk towards the confluence point in the center of the yard.

"What? I don't need to follow the rules for me to be a boy. What is this strange requirement?"

Lake complained unhappily in his heart, and he felt that this was unnecessary. No one had arrived, only the three of them.

What else should I do in such a ritual process? Isn’t it good if I have the heart?

But when it was really going on, Lake felt uncomfortable, and the subconscious feeling told him that if he didn't do this, he would lose the charm.

Lakemur said nothing and followed Philip with his head down.

Butey was moving forward very slowly, but as long as Philip did not stop, they would still have an intersection.

In the fourth minute after both sides started walking, Philip met Maria, and Lake finally met another protagonist today, Ms. Maria.

If he had not participated in Ms. Maria's vitality indoctrination ceremony, he would never see anything unusual about the lady in front of him. Except for her eyes closed, she would not have found any sign of her death. At most, she would treat her as an unconscious person.

"I will hand her over to you, hoping that you can love and protect her like me, and treat her as the only one."

Buthi recited the words that have been like this since ancient times, and gently pushed Maria, whom he was holding, towards Philip.

Philip walked forward the moment Butte took action, steadily caught Maria who had lost her support, and hugged her in his only arm.

“It’s true.”

The shyness and words that should have appeared did not come from Maria's mouth, but only the promise from Philip, with a choked crying voice, tears pouring out of his eyes.

"If I knew it was this consequence, would that situation still happen?"
Chapter completed!