Chapter 1: Invitation

"I'm really, really! I'm so proud of you!" The sturdy young man pressed the fat man in front of him. His dress was a little weird, he was in formal attire, but he was obviously incomplete. The shirt and jacket that were not buttoned were actually a Ordinary farmer wears a worn cowboy. ? ◆? Bayi Chinese ● Web www.81zw.com ▲
This is obviously someone's home. Looking at the decoration and area, it is not the home atmosphere in the city of the people in the north or west. It is the peasant household pattern in the south.
"Okay, Eric!" The fat man pushed away the man in front of him with a smile and walked to the desk to continue what he had to do. "Hurry up and get dressed. We still have a lot of things to do today!"
"Oh! I know!" The sturdy man named Eric started to organize his clothes. A small white label on the inner edge of the jacket indicated that it was a rented formal suit. "I can't believe it! You really Are getting married! "
The fat man smirked a little, and continued the action in his hand—put the written cards into the envelope and copy the name and address.
"And I'm going to be the first best man!" Eric, who was trying on his clothes, stared at himself in the mirror. "Damn it! I'm so handsome in a dress! Cliff, will your fiancee say no to you in time? ! Then pulled me away! "
The fat man was called Modin, and he pushed Eric, "Go!"
"Hahaha!" Eric twirled in front of the mirror, twitched, and began to undress again. His movements were very careful, "Cliff, what about your dress?"
"Over there." Cliff's chin turned to the direction of the closet, and he continued to encapsulate the cards on the table. This was an invitation, an invitation for his wedding.
Eric carefully folded the dress he belongs to his best man, and did not wear a top. He vigorously jumped to the closet, opened the cabinet door, and stared at a set of dresses covered in a dust cover, "G Reeve! "Eric called, and the sound of plastic fiddles sounded," You bought it ?! "
Eric has pulled the dust cover off. Turning between the collars, I didn't see the label representing the loan, but I saw the trademark. The price is a bit unacceptable for farmers in the southern district!
"My wedding." Emphasized. "Of course I bought it." Cliff glanced at his friend with a smile. The morning light thrown into the room illuminated Eric's back with some stiff muscles. Obviously, this guy wearing a denim is still not very acceptable.
"Well ..." Eric pulled the dust cover carefully and supported the door of the cabinet. A young man who looked rather sunny looked back at Cliff a little bit. "I think it should be bought. After all, you can only get married once in your life, and the focus is right."
Cliff's eyes flickered, "After the wedding, I'll wear you, are you satisfied?" The disguise passed.
The cabinet door was closed, and Eric shook his head and resumed his smile again. "Forget it! Your figure! Hey.? ▲ Bayi Middle School ▼? Wen Wang. Www.81ｚw.com ▲" He jumped back again In front of the mirror. Posing shape began to appreciate his figure.
Uh, I think, all of the above can almost reflect this Eric's character, in all aspects.
"Get dressed!" Cliff shook his head helplessly, smiled and picked up a stack of invitations that had been tucked into the envelope, and shook it in front of Eric who was still facing the mirror. "Your task today ! "
"Yes, the bridegroom!" Eric took the invitation with a smile and flipped at random, "xx.xx, ..." the name on the envelope, "Mel, Weiss." Eric paused. "Weiss is so close, I just tucked him in the door." Then he opened the envelope and took out the invitation. "Uh, those in the Southern District, I just ran." He pulled out several invitations from the envelope and continued to read, "xx, ... uh, Jason."
Eric looked at the envelope in his hand and stopped again, with a strange expression, "Do you really want to invite Jason?"
Cliff frowned, seeming to emphasize, "We grew up together and are brothers in an orphanage!"
"Okay, okay, I didn't say anything." Eric squinted, "but are you sure of his address?" Eric looked at the address on the envelope, "'North District Olympics Gil ... 'This was his address when he first arrived in the North District. It's been a few years, is he still there? "
Cliff pursed his lips. To be honest, if he ignores this guy's figure, he looks pretty good. He looks like a loyal and honest guy. "I don't know. Does any of us still have contact with him?"
"Where do I know." Eric turned over the invitation to Jason. "I'll ask when I send it to the Southern District. Maybe Old Mel knows."
After confirming it, Eric put down something, and finally began to put on his shirt, his eyes swept randomly with the movement, "Hey, there is still there!" Eric, who was half-dressed, walked before Cliff In front of the action desk, I looked at a stack of invitations without envelopes.
"Don't you send all the invitations today?" Pulling the hem of the jacket casually, Eric picked up an invitation. "Moreman (mermaid)? Who is Moreman?"
The invitation was taken away, "A friend." Eric frowned and said, "You gave me to you, I will go to these ..."
"Amelia?" Eric picked up another invitation. "Who is Amelia?"
We can answer the girlfriend of the dead ghoul.
Was taken away again, "I said I would send this ..."
"Who are the Spella Blast couples again?" Eric reached for the invitation on the table again, but failed. ▲? Eight? One ▲ Chinese network. ww.81zw.com?
Cliff grabbed all the unsealed invitations and pushed Eric out, "You don't have to worry about these! Send your pile!"
"Is the friend over the bride?" Eric asked reasonably. "Why didn't she give it herself ..."
"My friend!" Cliff seemed a little impatient. "Unlike you! I occasionally go out of the Southern District to make friends outside!"
"Uh ..." Eric was pushed out of the door of the house. "You have many friends, let's go! As long as I am the first best man ..."
"Okay, go!" Cliff drove at the door, "I still have something to do!"
...
Cliff watched Eric drive a broken van and walked away, looking for directions and going directly to the nearest Weiss house. Cliff pursed his lips, as if thinking about something, or just killing time, lest he meet Eric when he went out.
In the morning light of Saturday, this wedding is going to invite mermaids, ghoul girlfriends, wizards, and some fat guys who haven't had time to see Eric before shaking their heads and returning to the house. But for a moment. He came out again, and the bag on his shoulder was stuffed.
He locked the door, got into his car, and drove out of the yard. Going west, through a field, onto Highway 27, when he seemed to hesitate, he glanced southwest. ‘It ’s better not to have a relationship with that Grande’, he thought, and went straight north.
Cliff's car was spinning in Barton, starting and stopping. Paisin, the southeast, Liszt, Back Bay, Noor, Becky, and even the West End, he swelled that the bag was constantly collapsing, and the invitations inside were Send one by one.
Let's skip some unimportant processes. For example, we don't even know the name of the guy. While looking at the invitation card from Eric, a pair of ‘uh. I wo n’t give you any more gifts this time ’expression.
Say something we are interested in.
At about 9 or 10 a.m., Cliff came out of the 'Five Yuan One Piece' shop (reading person) at the end of Ogil Street and got on the bus to Paisin.
The invitation card with the written "Sibera. Blast couple" was already in hand, but just at the turn of the road, Cliff saw the wagon in front of the Blast house with the once battlefield armor style, directly One foot pressed the brake to the bottom.
The guy sitting in the truck, leaning on the square snack jar-our vampire Zack, looked at the front and raised an eyebrow, even a good-will greet was too late.
Cliff had desperately turned the steering wheel and turned away. Our Zach shrugged.
Noon moment. Cliff appeared outside the Emilia Psychiatric Clinic. The fat figure leaned on the reception desk and kept explaining to the female assistant who had no good face for Zac. He knew Emilia. He is a friend of Harrison.
"Dr. Browning didn't like Harrison's friends!" The female assistant stared at the fat man in front of her, and her tone was very bad. "And now Harrison is gone! How could such a man! Disappear without a word! Browning! The doctor called the police again and searched everywhere! He was busy every day for his containment! Even his own patients could not be taken care of! What use are you friends now coming out to ... "
Female assistants are becoming more and more excited!
"Okay, okay! Can you just give this invitation to Dr. Browning? Harrison's friends will come! Please be sure to tell if you can!"
The female assistant glanced at the invitation that had been forcibly inserted into the schedule book, and gave a sigh. "Dr. Browning's schedule is full on Wednesday ..."
Cliff has run away quickly.
At three o'clock in the afternoon.
Cliff appeared on Noel Beach. In the summer, the fat man struggled a little, pulling the neckline and wiping sweat while grinning toward a life-saving tower standing on the beach, "Morman, come down!"
"Cliff!" Healthy wheat-colored skin fell directly from the three-meter-high tower to Cliff. "Why do you run to see me at this time? Miss me? Haha, this is What? "Morman, looking at the invitation that was pestered," Uh, married again! "
"What again!" Cliff was a little short of breath. "For the first time! The first time in my life! This time for me! The first time!"
"Oh. Okay." Morman accepted the invitation and pursed his lips. "I think you should almost give up this attempt ..." Morman noticed that Cliff's fat face began to appear. Crimson, which was not caused by asthma, changed his voice and smiled, "I hope this time will last longer. I know how much you hate babyhood."
Don't understand Morman? Will understand.
"This time it will continue." Cliff took a deep breath and said this, "She is like me."
Morman's reflex arc seemed to be a little long. After waiting for a long time, he widened his eyes, "What ?!" Then he put the invitation just before him and looked at the bride's name, "Linda? Who?" Are you the same? Why haven't I heard of it ?! "
"That charming demon may know." Cliff glanced at Morman, now Morman's face began to be abnormal, and his mood was more balanced. "It was all at the beginning of the year. We came to Barton. We met and then ... … "Don't care about the love story.
"So, will this end your cycle?" Don't try to understand the conversation between the aliens.
"We don't know." Cliff frowned. "Try to keep our life as long as possible. Let's live a steady life before watching."
"Uh, that's in Barton. You have to be very careful." It is a genuine suggestion. "Don't you think Barton's accidents are much better now." Morman felt not enough.
"Huh." Cliff whispered and responded in a low voice. "So I don't invite Grande's two, it seems right."
It seems that Cliff's words are a lot of Barton's accidents, and the two of Grande are connected together. It seems right.
"Aren't you inviting them?" Morman raised an eyebrow. "Well, I went to Grande a few days ago. They are actually quite peaceful ..."
"Are you crazy ?! What are you doing in Grande!"
Morman tilted his head and seemed to be unclear for a moment.
"Forget it, don't mention them! I went to Sibella's house before and saw that the vampire was in front of Sibella's house, and I didn't know what to do! I didn't even know that Sibella was back. With his head in mind, "I won't tell you anymore, I will go to the West End. The address of Aili hasn't changed. Morrillin (the heart-reading tailor in Wuduo's shop, Aili's father) said he didn't know."
"No." Morman shook his head and immediately grabbed Cliff who was about to leave. "Are you going to send invitations to Spira? I will go with you. I have something to ask her." Morman pursed his lips and added, "Or whatever wizard."
"Then I will call you when I come back." Cliff walked away in the afternoon sun.
At dusk.
Cliff returned to Norl Beach again, took Morman, and went to Paisin. As the sky became darker, they drove into Paisin and looked forward to the Grand Vampire no longer there.
Pity.
Our vampire Zac had just moved his numb body, preparing to find some food in Paisin just after the dark sky, and heard the rapid braking sound from the rear.
Zac pushed the door open, leaned out and turned to look back.
"Morman." Zac raised an eyebrow. "The one in the morning ..." Zac looked away and recalled a little, "It seems to be called Cliff."
Zac only said to himself, and when he looked over there, a car disappeared at the intersection.
what's the situation? (To be continued.)