"Why do they all look so happy?"

"have no idea."

In the corner of the restaurant, Huai Shi looked at the face full of happiness and shook her head slowly.

Is this freedom in sight or the joy of reaching the new world?

It’s like TVB says that after we finish this ticket, we will go to Canada, where no one knows us, and we can start over.

As the New World approaches, everything in the past is left behind.

So he was reborn.

This long journey of suffering is about to end, so the final carnival is ushered in.

The originally messy restaurant has been cleaned up and redecorated with the help of the group. It is full of joy and is decorated with lights everywhere.

After careful cooking, the purified food was served on the dining table and used by the guests. The wine was taken out of the warehouse without limit, and several tall champagne towers were piled up, reflecting the crystal light.

Survivors who had put on decent clothes raised their glasses to celebrate and greeted each other politely.

There were even a few people on the podium who formed a small band, playing a melody that was not bad but not pleasant, and some people even invited Huai Shi, but Huai Shi refused on the pretext of being unwell.

He just sat in the corner of the restaurant, watching all this, and felt it was particularly ridiculous.

It was only more than twenty hours since the chaos of the wolf disaster, but all the suffering and anxiety seemed to be left behind by them.

It was as if an invisible force was vaguely dominating all this, and then led everyone's destiny back to the formality.

"You can call it the gravity of the plot, all of which are the records left in the fragments of the Sage Stone."

Ai Qing said: "It's like a calendar that writes all the schedules. No matter what happened two days ago, the things that have been ordered will not change."

Ai Qing's words made Huai Shi's heart sink again.

Although she didn't say it directly, her meaning was undoubtedly revealed, even if she had a huge degree of freedom, but after all, it was still a record drawn from the Stone of the Sage.

Past history.

Just as history will not change, what happened on this ship will not be like the identity of the shipboarders and this banquet.

And, the final result.

Historically, who on this ship has arrived in the Americas?

No one knows.

Flying the banner of Mayflower, there are probably thousands of ships heading towards the Americas from all over the world, but how many aliens have actually arrived in the Americas?

The happier the atmosphere at this moment, the more peaceful it is, the more uneasy it makes Huai Shi feel.

It seems that sitting on the quiet crater, you can feel the heat rising from your butt. Even though you look temporarily comfortable, you don’t know when the erupted magma will blow it out of the stratosphere, along with the belt and bones.

But Lily seemed to have a lot of fun.

Anyway, she had never seen anything. Since she created her, Parasussel has taken her all the way and lived a wandering life of vain, let alone attending banquets.

All of this was a brand new experience for her.

Even the sound of the deaf-like cello on the stage was heard with relish. Huai Shi wanted to rush up and beat the broken violin.

It's simply torture.

"...Your right hand is weak, your music score is not good, your technique is loose, your rhythm is dull, and none of your movements are decent!"

When Huai Shi couldn't bear it anymore, she was already standing on the stage, looking down at the guy playing the violin, frowned: "Who is your teacher? Can you still get on stage if you play like this?"

The guy who was playing the piano was playing stupidly looked at Huai Shi in a daze. After a long time of silence, he obediently handed the piano in his arms to his hands.

"Look at it well, study hard!"

Huai Shi picked up the bow of the piano and pulled his No. 5 Beethoven song again, then raised his eyes and asked, "Have you learned it?"

The person next to him shook his head blankly.

Only Lily from the bottom of the stage clapped her hands excitedly. She couldn't hear it anyway, but she felt it was pretty good. Huai Shi suddenly felt a little powerless and stuffed the bow back into the guy's hand: "Forget it, just pretend I didn't say it, you can continue."

Seeing his helpless look, Lily kindly comforted: "Don't be depressed, although it's a little worse than him, it's already very good."

“…”

Huai Shi's mouthful of old blood.

Until now, he realized that Lily seemed... a voice-obsessed person?

"Okay, whatever you say is what you say."

Huai Shi was speechless, picked up the cup and continued to nourish Lily, and made him a tomato with apple flavor artificial plasma. I have to say that this nutritious meal is so terrible that it is impossible to get the regular meal?

However, she was in a state of resistance to all non-experimental alcohols, and Huai Shi had a rare opportunity to taste foreign wine.

Just as the two of them were talking, he noticed a crisp sound coming from afar.

It seems to be a slap in the face.

He raised his eyes and saw Yin Yan who had not seen for a long time, as well as the red mark on his face. Baba Yaga, who had been watching the group of tourists, was scolding him with a cold look. Soon, he brushed his sleeves and went straight to the terrace outside the restaurant.

Now Yin Yan, who had one arm, looked particularly embarrassed. When he noticed Huai Shi's gaze, he glanced coldly and turned around and left.

"That guy is messing around."

In response to this, Ai Qing commented without pity: "Since I was a child, that guy liked to pretend to be pitiful and gain sympathy from others, and then secretly did things secretly while no one suspected him. His second brother and sister had been cheated by him a lot."

"...I'm just one question." Huai Shi grunted for a long time, and her heart was full of curiosity: "Is your house a dragon's nest?"

"Isn't this the so-called big family?"

Ai Qing said indifferently: "From the moment she was born, the competition began. Whoever can get the old man's favor will have status and more money."

"Well, I should be glad I'm the only child, right? Do you want me to follow me?"

Huai Shi rubbed her hands, trying to find an opportunity to beat this grandson.

"If you find out that you see him, he will definitely hide it as soon as possible. If you follow him, you may not find anything." Ai Qing said: "It's right to improve your defense. Also, pay attention to his old lover... She and her brother always make people feel that something is wrong.

Besides, there is no place for them in the American genealogy in later generations, so they are likely to die on this ship. I'm afraid there are any risks hidden in the dark, so be careful."

When Huai Shi heard this, she looked at the terrace outside the window.

Just between the rows of seats holding parasols, beside Baba Yaga, he saw the old man in the wheelchair.

It seemed that it was still in the late Parkinsonian period, and Cosche was still holding his own soup bowl and siping the spoon and the soup in the bowl in small sips. The gray hair that was about to fall out was slightly shaking in the wind, revealing the scarred scalp.

The trembling movements always make people sweat, making people wonder whether he still has the energy to go out for a trip.

But from beginning to end, his eyes were quietly staring at the front of the ship.

It seems that you can see the vast land thousands of miles away through the deep barriers of the border and present situation.

That expression was so focused and solemn.

Like a child looking forward to a new home.

"Look, Yaga."

He whispered softly, "That's America, our new home."

"Brother, my home is not there, there are only savages, wars and people abandoned by Rome."

Yaga answered hoarsely.

Unexpectedly, this time she did not get angry or scolded her brother. She seemed to be tired, but just leaned on the chair and stared tiredly in the opposite direction to her brother.

"Why should I bring me here?" She whispered to herself: "I am not like you, brother, I don't have that great ambition and ambition, I'm just a crazy woman who is so old that I hope I die soon."

America is too far away, I just want to go back to my chicken feet house, but my Poppy is dead too…I have no place to go back.”

"Then don't go back!"

Cosche raised his voice, and roared as if he was angry: "Don't be nostalgic about the land that abandons us, Yaga, put away your unspoken look! If you are angry, you will get angry, if you are unhappy, you will be angry, and don't show jokes to the gods who abandon us!"

"But what's the use of anger? Can you change your decision?" Yaga looked up at him with a sad look: "I don't want to go to America, I just want to stay in Siberia, my house. The grave of my dead daughter and my husband, everything is there...

There, I am Baba Yaga, I am a witch, I am a hated alien, but what am I if I leave Slav?" Yaga covered her face tiredly, "I am nothing, brother, nothing... I can only be a crazy woman. As long as I have a good face, I will lose my soul. As long as I have sweet words, I will forget it. What can I do? Tell me, brother, what else do I have left!"

Cosche gasped violently and stared at him: "But you are at least still alive, and we still have hope of making a comeback!"

"Don't people like me die? We should suffer in hell! In the deepest places!"

Yaga could no longer bear his daydream, and she held back her sobs and asked, "Why should we force a damn witch to accompany you to seek redemption? Brother, tell me! Shouldn't we be dead long ago?"

"Listen, my sister, don't bewitched by that damn little white face. What does a clown know about it? Are you going to be controlled by a toy?"

Cosche stared at his last relatives and told him word by word: "Yaga, people always need a new beginning, no, we will have a new opening..."

"Stop dreaming, brother, please, at least don't be like them! You know that curse, you always know! You are just talking in your sleep, but I can't even deceive your dreams, you can only deceive yourself!"

Yaga interrupted his words angrily, his voice hoarse and desperate, and he didn't know how to awaken his brother. Kosche's expression also became angry, gasping violently, and he wanted to speak, but then he choked violently.

Red face and red ears.

In the end, it was almost suffocated.

Every time, every time the two argued to the end, he would be like this!
To be continued...