CHAPTER 870: CHAPTER 208 MISFORTUNE IS ALWAYS COMMON, HER MISFORTUNE, IS OFTEN OUR MISFORTUNE_3

It could even be said that, in his heart, Lin Fan was like a god.

The wedding car drove by.

Ma Weiyan, sitting in the car, dazedly asked, "Brother Mao, where are we going?"

Qiu Bing was right next door, and now the wedding car was driving outside the shelter. To be honest, he was somewhat confused.

Old Mao said, "For those living nearby, don’t they all take a lap outside, record the scenery on the way, and show the process of fetching the bride?"

Ma Weiyan: "..."

Alright then.

He felt that made sense and didn’t speak further, gazing at the streets outside. From these desolate buildings, one could tell how prosperous this city once was, but unfortunately... with the advent of the apocalypse, all the beauty vanished into thin air.

The car was briefly silent.

"Little Ma, do you find it unbelievable?" Old Mao said with a smile.

Ma Weiyan replied, "Yeah, it truly is unbelievable, I didn’t even know there would be such a grand occasion."

Old Mao said, "It’s quite normal. Back then, we met Lin Fan early on, but as you know, people were dreadful after the apocalypse, and we couldn’t easily trust others. We missed a few chances, but later, Han Shuang and I joined Sunshine District and found that he was kind to everyone. Even now, our trust in him is unmatched, and we unconditionally trust any decision he makes."

"Same here. I just didn’t expect him to be so mindful of the little things between Qiu Bing and me and arrange things for us. Honestly, I don’t know what to say." Ma Weiyan, not adept at expressing, could only be grateful in his heart.

Old Mao asked, "Little Ma, what do you think life will be like after the apocalypse ends?"

Ma Weiyan thought, "Everything will return to peace, life will get back on track, and people can freely look around and do what they want. Brother Mao, do you have any thoughts?"

He felt that Brother Mao’s ask carried a somber tone as if contemplating something.

"Nothing really, just pondering, once the apocalypse ends, the world returns to peace and order emerges, who will govern such a society?" Old Mao said.

"Who’ll govern? Won’t it be Brother Lin? I’d most like Brother Lin to manage it."

Old Mao laughed, sighed; he also wished Lin Fan to govern, but he knew it was impossible, as his understanding indicated Lin Fan had no interest in that aspect.

Is peaceful times truly good?

For some, yes, but for others, not really.

People are divided into classes.

That’s the hierarchy, established from the very beginning.

When the apocalypse truly ends,

who will be the upper echelon of classes?

Inevitably, it will be the Awakeners. They will become the highest class of society, while ordinary survivors will only become the labor providing for the workings of everything, constantly feeding the upper echelons.

It seems now, everyone is very united.

But once the danger is gone, everything will go down the path he thought.

Forget it.

Don’t think about those anymore.

One after another, the wedding cars lined up and drove.

At noon,

the wedding began. The street was filled with rows of tables, some were square, others were round, all being the dining tables survivors took from their homes.

Some people carried hot pots.

Some carried instant noodles.

Some prepared a dish.

It wasn’t the sumptuous dishes one would imagine, but in the midst of the apocalypse, even the dishes served now were quite luxurious, considering many out there had nothing to eat.

"Brother Lin, be the witness for the wedding," Wang Kai said as he approached Lin Fan.

Lin Fan waved his hand, "No, I shouldn’t, go invite Professor Xia to the stage and let him officiate the wedding for the two new couples, I’ll just watch from here."

Wang Kai knew Brother Lin was serious, nodded, and hurried toward Professor Xia.

In Lin Fan’s heart, having Professor Xia officiate was a blessing for them, asking him to officiate would just be a mess.

Now, a path with a red carpet spanned the middle of the street, leading to a simple stage upfront.

"Old Zhong, when are you marrying Xu Ying?" Guan Hao asked with a chuckle.

He knew Old Zhong and Xu Ying had been hitting it off recently.

Their emotions progressing rapidly.

Old Zhong looked at Guan Hao, eyeing the food before him, "You’re just eating instant noodles?"

"Yes."

Old Zhong smiled, but it seemed like a sympathetic smile, then opened his meal box, catching Guan Hao off guard and exclaiming.

"Old Zhong, isn’t this too sumptuous, with fish, and shrimps..."

Guan Hao was deeply envious, knowing this was definitely prepared by Xu Ying for Old Zhong.

Loved mid-aged men are truly fortunate.

"Give me a shrimp," Guan Hao reached for a shrimp in the meal box, but Old Zhong, quick-eyed and hands agile, protected the meal box and blocked his hand.

"Eat your instant noodles, don’t think about this and that."

Merciless rejection.

Cruel.

Soon after,

the guns fired, rumbling loudly in the sky.

In any other place,

such noise would have long attracted zombies.

But only in Huang City could they freely set off fireworks.

A couple appeared, walking in the middle of the red carpet.

Lin Fan observed everyone’s expressions around, everyone wore smiles, eyes fixed on the scene, which to Lin Fan’s eyes, was not only congratulating the couple but also bringing peace.