Andrew led Luga to the large square of Ludinan, where the citizens of Ludinan were gathered. They were wearing festive clothes and different ethnic groups gathered together to sing.

The fountain from the square came from nowhere. The entire fountain was made of marble, as tall as the tower of the sky. The water gushed out from above rolled down like a waterfall, hitting the marble below, and the huge water mist rolled up like smoke, turning the whole scene.

Music, all kinds of beautiful music, comes from the instruments from the musicians who came from somewhere.

Walking through it, Lu Jia couldn't help but feel so relaxed and happy. He has never seen any scene since he was born, even if he traveled here.

"Look, a grand celebration!"

Joy is easily contagious. In it, Andrew began to dance happily with the rhythm of the crowd. He carried the white flag and cheered loudly, dancing with the others present.

Even so, he still didn't forget to pull Lu Jia and heard him shouting, "Hey, Lu Jia, why are you standing stupidly? Dance together. Look, follow my movements, yes, hurry up!"

Although he shouted, Andrew's dancing and joking look was really funny, he was not ashamed of it, but instead showed a more show-off. It seemed that only in this way could his happiness be reflected.

Compared with Andrew's generous manner, Luga seemed shy. Although Andrew looked very funny, this still couldn't stop him from attracting the eyes of strange girls.

Compared to Andrew, the quiet Lugako was not conspicuous enough. Instead, he was the unknown one. Andrew seemed to have become the protagonist, and he was just a passerby.

Andrew swayed and cheered loudly, and the flag on his shoulders was shaking left and right in the sky with a proud look.

Looking at Andrew laughing loudly surrounded by women, this must be the life he wanted the most, but this was not Luga's strength or something Luga liked, so he was destined not to get attention.

"Okay, okay!"

Lu Jia could only wave his hands to such a lively scene. To be honest, he really couldn't adapt to so many people well, unless it was a war.

At the end of the venue, I saw only solemn and solemn, and only saw a large number of soldiers wearing gorgeous armor in festival parades patrols. This was the best-looking armor that Luga had seen. Even when he was Augustus, the palace guards had never worn it so beautifully.

Luga came into the crowd of people watching and saw only the long-dead predecessor Augusta Placithius, the former Augustus Constantius and Theodos II gathered here.

They were having a celebration, and Luga saw Augustus Valentinian III and his wife Li Jinia on the edge of their right. They didn't seem to be separated from each other, but they were very loving.

They were having a cordial conversation with the leaders of barbarian tribes from all over the country. Everything was so friendly, without differences, without hostility, and without conflict or battle. Everything was like a community.

The barbarians are no longer barbaric. They are gentle and well-mannered, and their words and deeds are in place, making people unable to find any disgust or reasons for disgust.

Everything is so harmonious, there is no quarrel or roar, only laughter and joy.

Lu Jia stood in the audience and stared at them silently. For some reason, Lu Jia actually smiled. This smile seemed to be a kind of relaxation and relief.

Flavis Luga, the hero who rose in the war, Augustus standing in iron and blood, or Dominat.

But that's war.

If it were peace, the great Augustus Flavis Luga was just a fisherman huddled beside Nar, a poor orphan.

The greatness created by war is worthless in peacetime.

Therefore, Luca, created by the war, is nothing more than a common person in peace. The most ordinary people in Rome do not have the so-called spear of the empire and the shield of the empire. I believe that the same is true for Atius.

There would be no tragedy, and there would be no Lujia. This proves that this place does not belong to him. Looking at the familiar people, his face is strange, and he has never existed at all, even in a hurry.

He is not needed here, there is no point in having one more audience or one less audience.

Luga hurriedly escaped from such a huge venue. He buried his head and continued to walk forward until he saw the huge palace in front of him. This palace was next to the carnival square, and there were also people here. However, unlike the guys outside, they were all wearing robes, which was a symbol of nobles, regardless of men or women, or any ethnic group.

They were serious and did not laugh, and they faintly revealed a majestic momentum.

They were nobles, just like ordinary nobles hundreds of years ago, standing on dense steps outside the hall supported by gorgeous marble stone pillars.

They gathered together in groups of three or three to talk, as if discussing some philosophical things, and gave birth to ideas that later generations thought were great. They also looked back from time to time and looked at the guy wearing shabby chain mail who slowly walked up the steps.

Their eyes were full of doubt, but they could not see any contempt or dissatisfaction, and there was no so-called exorcising because Lu Jia was so out of place.

Lujia watched from side to side, and driven by curiosity, he kept moving upwards.

After finally climbing countless steps, Lujia finally arrived at the top. Seeing a large number of people gathered in the marble hall, they crowded with their backs to Lujia, and a loud singing came from the front of them.

This is a chorus of dozens of children, and the lyrics are to praise God's gifts.

The childish voice attracted Lu Jia. He squeezed into the crowded crowd and finally came to the first row. It turned out to be a group of neatly dressed teenagers who were singing under the guidance of the priests. The audience in the audience was their parents.

Lu Jia saw a familiar back in the crowd, which was still a blue dress, but it was brand new, with all kinds of hair on his shoulders. Such a familiar back looked like an old friend who had been away for a long time.

Lujia's nose felt sour, and he hurriedly lowered his head to adjust his condition, constantly calming down his excited heart.

"Okay, let me give it a try!"

Lu Jia secretly cheered up in his heart. He stretched out his trembling hand and slowly approached the woman, and then, gently, yes, gently patted her shoulders.

"who?"

A familiar amazement sounded, yes, the amazement from the woman. Luga couldn't help but hold his breath, and his heart was raised to his throat.

He widened his eyes and witnessed the woman slowly turning around, not daring to blink for a moment.

She turned around until the moment she saw her face, Luga's tears burst out.

She is still her, and she has not changed at all. She is just more beautiful and charming than Lujia has seen her. Her healthy complexion has no paleness as before, but there is a hint of redness on her cheeks.

Lujia's heart pounded. Looking at her in front of her, Lujia didn't even know what she should say to express her longing. Although she looked so strange in front of her, she seemed like she was meeting for the first time.

But the difference is that she was holding a hungry baby in her arms, such a cute child, sleeping soundly in her warm arms.

Lujia seemed to understand something. He shouldn't have appeared here. This is a world that shouldn't have belonged to him.

"Is there anything you have?" Anai asked Lujia seriously.

"What's the matter..." Lu Jia lowered his head, his eyes filled with loss. It turned out that there was still sadness in such a happy city. This is the only one, Lu Jia.

"No, nothing, nothing..." Lu Jia waved his hand at Anai repeatedly, "Sorry, sorry, admitting his mistake, admitting his mistake!"

Luka became so timid that he didn't even dare to look at Anna's face. He hurriedly turned his fire, turned his back to Anna, and took a step, trying to leave as fast as he could.

Where is this?

Such a beautiful world, but without its own place of standing, Luka speeds up, his pace gets faster and faster, and he starts running, faster and faster.

"Sir, sir..." It was Anai's voice again, her calling again and again behind her.

This is not his own world anymore. Lu Jia believed very surely that he did not have the courage to turn around and just wanted to leave as soon as possible.

He was getting faster and faster, and the scenery around him became blurry, and he even heard the sound of the wind.

The strong wind blew, the scenery in front of me was passing by rapidly, and everyone's dream had been realized, only Luka himself had nothing.

He ran along the road until he returned to the small fishing village next to Nar.

Tenaiya was wearing a white dress, and the breeze blew across her long hair. Such a hazy cover made her look a strange beauty.

She walked naked in the sea of ​​flowers all over the green space. She walked and stopped, carefully picking the unique flower after dinner.

She sat under the big tree again, carefully weaving the flowers and plants into a crown, with two in total. She wore the small one on her head, and the large one on her palm, and looked at the flowers and meadows in front of her in a daze.

The fragrant grass is particularly beautiful with this white dress, as if people and scenery are integrated into one.

Only the rapid footsteps were heard getting closer and closer. The noise made Tenaiya come to her senses. She quickly stood up and looked in the sound. Only Luka ran to Tenaiya in sweat. Luka was gasping for breath, and sweat soaked his clothes, his hair, his nose and tears filled his whole face, looking very embarrassed.

"Puff..."

Seeing Lujia's funny appearance, Tenaya couldn't help laughing for a moment, but she looked at Lujia. Although she was smiling, there was a faint light flashing in her eyes, and what she revealed was clearly joy.

“Is there any more?”

"I won't leave!"

Luga shook his head firmly, like a child.

"So, are you planning to stay and accompany me?" Tenaiya pressed the flower crown to her chest and looked at Lujia shyly.

"I will never let go of your hand again!"
Chapter completed!