All the hopes of this civilian family were stored in a thick and simple old leather box, which contained the old man's deep memory of her husband and her longing for the future.
Reality has long been shattered, but fantasy is still rooted in this old consciousness, replacing the tragic fate like a dream.
Adela's dream is very simple - "I hope that one day, I can see my handsome son and beautiful bride at the wedding..."
Abigail caressed the clean and white dress blankly. She suddenly realized something, and a strange look bloomed in the tears in the corners of her eyes.
"Mom! I'm getting married!"
She said this to Adela.
The woman with Alzheimer's disease did not realize that there was something wrong with the time and atmosphere. She stared at Abigail's bandaged half of her face and became happy along with her.
"Okay...okay! I have a girl who is attracted to my child. Who is she?"
Abigail pushed Adela out of the room and told her: "You will see her soon, and we will hold the wedding now..."
Adela was stunned, and then saw the bedroom door being closed.
Her mind was still filled with the words of her "son" just now, and she murmured the words "wedding, luck, Stephen", and then walked to the garden to wait, looking confusedly at the plants and flowers around her that had been carefully cared for and grown vigorously by her.
.
About half an hour later, in a garden full of fragrance, Abigail walked out of the house wearing a white wedding dress.
She was carefully dressed up, like a lily in full bloom, exuding purity and elegance. Even the half-body bandage that looked strange and scary in the past had become an embellishment of the wedding dress at this moment, blending into the atmosphere.
Amidst the pure colors.
She braided her hair into a bunch and hid it under the veil. Two small yellow flowers added a brilliant rainbow to the beauty.
The bride's eyes held back tears of sadness, like two dim stars, illuminating the past of her and her lover. The forced smile was tangled and bitter, like a gust of autumn wind blowing at the non-existent tombstone.
Back in time, she was still a very beautiful woman, but now, she is a very lonely woman.
The cruel fate has made it impossible for her to hear that oath, let alone exchange the ring...
But this faint sadness turned into a kind of comfort and entered Adela's life.
The old man didn't know anything yet. After seeing Abigail in her wedding dress, her confused memory was corrected for a moment. She seemed to really see the young lady Stephen married walking towards the solemn wedding dress.
Coming to the palace.
"It's... so beautiful..."
…
At this moment, in a sparsely populated suburb, a certain lady was playing the role of a bride.
At this moment, in the bustling city center of Velen, a group of pickets with white armbands broke into the door of the city hall.
"We are here to convey the cabinet's opinions to this city, and I hope you can cooperate with us."
Several documents were delivered to the desks of administrative officials, and the senior men in high positions showed shocked expressions after reading them.
"This is so ridiculous! Aren't you making enough noise in the south? This will divide our country and even cause civil strife!"
"This gentleman is from Bain, right?" the leader of the picket team asked coldly.
The official who just spoke nodded calmly.
The leader of the picket team continued: "This is the country of our Bain people. It does not belong to Nippur or other ethnic groups. We are just taking back what belongs to us."
The official looked ugly after hearing this: "What does Her Majesty the Queen think of this kind of thing? What does Congress think of it?"
The leader of the picket team sneered: "The Privy Council represents the opinions of Her Majesty the Queen, and this."
He tapped the document with his finger: "This is the answer of the House of Lords... Prepare all resources and prepare for war! Gentlemen!"
Today, in the depressing atmosphere of Velen City Hall, officials gathered together and agreed to the order brought by this uninvited guest. Starting today, Velen, like Jotun, established a new picket organization!
…
Back in Secred, Victor finally got the notice and was ready to leave for Ghana.
But when he arrived at Renekton Railway Station at the agreed time, he did not take the originally scheduled flight.
Amanda was wearing a long brown coat, a pair of sunglasses, and her face was hidden under a men's fedora hat.
She sat on the bench next to the platform and read the newspaper, while Victor pretended not to know her and sat on the other side.
"Why don't we get on that train?" Victor held a ticket stub in his hand, which was sent to Xianxiang Mansion along with the previous letter.
Amanda lowered her sunglasses and said without raising her head: "This is just a cover, we have to hide our whereabouts."
Victor thought carefully about the meaning of her words and quickly came to his senses.
This operation of the Anti-Suppression Department was carried out secretly, and there must be many eyes and ears of forces in Renekton watching them.
So Amanda bought a ticket for a train heading east, using this as a cover to trick those watching them into thinking they were on the previous train.
As a result, the real destination they are about to go to may not be the one written on the ticket stub.
"Where's Elold?" After Victor thought clearly, he also lowered his hat and tried to hide his face.
Amanda coughed twice and looked towards the ticket office next to the platform.
Victor followed her eyes and saw that Elold was wearing a fur coat and dressed like a nouveau riche, buying tickets in front of the ticket office.
"You go and buy tickets with him." Amanda ordered.
Victor threw the old ticket stub into the wooden trash can on the side, then walked over and lined up behind Elold.
Elold didn't notice him and was still chatting with the conductor about some strange questions.
"What? Sir? Are you here to buy a ticket? What does my name have to do with it?" The conductor was an ordinary-looking woman. She looked at Elold with a very strange look.
"This is very important. I need to know your name, madam." Elold pursed his lips slightly, his expression very ambiguous.
He is originally a singer in Wanlaoyuan, and he has a certain unique charm that can charm most women.
The conductor's face suddenly turned red, and he replied hesitantly: "Beckin Catlin..."
Elold smiled with satisfaction, then stuffed the money into the window and gently touched the back of the other person's hand.
As if she had been electrocuted, the woman quickly took the money away, and then asked Elold where he wanted to buy a train ticket.
After it was done, Elold took the ticket, left with satisfaction, and met Victor face to face when he turned back.
His eyes wavered slightly, but he didn't say anything and turned away.
Victor's attention did not follow him, but was placed on the conductor in the ticket hall who was still looking like a nymphomaniac.
"Do you need me...do you need me to help you with anything? Sir." The conductor asked Victor with a flushed face.
Victor pressed the brim of his hat: "Give me a ticket for the bus that the gentleman just chose."
