"Okay." Walter stood up.

The two little girls didn't say anything more and stood up, silently accepting the arrangement.

In fact, no matter what, I will obey the teacher unconditionally.

But they felt that the teacher's mood seemed a bit low.

So do I.

"In addition to informing relatives, there is no need to be too ostentatious. If one of you, a poet laureate or a famous singer, announces it widely before leaving, I am afraid that there will not be enough time to deal with the social problems of seeing off."

Fan Ning thought for a while and then muttered a series of rapid sentences.

"Okay." Walter looked back at the door and agreed to the teacher's instructions again.

The three of them left the hotel restaurant and returned to the villa to pack their luggage. Fan Ning sat alone in front of the floor-to-ceiling window and maintained this posture for a long time.

He stared at the people coming and going outside the window and was stunned for a while, trying to feel what was strange about the inexplicable emblem to no avail. He called Qiong's name but saw no response.

Later, I tried to sort out the confusion of the current situation and conceive of the writing method of the sixth movement, but I still had no clue.

I also slept for a while.

This time it was almost five o'clock in the afternoon.

He ordered a simple meal, finished a few mouthfuls of it tastelessly, and then took a taxi to the port in the north of the city.

The sea breeze is blowing, the whistle is sounding, the boats moored at the pier are clean and beautiful, the curves of the houses behind are elegant and white, and the passion flowers and phoenix flowers planted on the shore show bright scarlet in the sunlight.

A silver-gray ocean liner scheduled to depart from the North Port of Tia in the United Principality of Feton in the evening and bound for the coastal city of Piedau in the southern part of Tioleon was showing the usual busy scene before a group of people checking in for tickets and setting sail.

Waves of sea water beat up at the feet of the giant ship, creating white foam.

There were many people waiting to board the ship at the port, but the order was extremely clean and quiet. There were only shirtless porters working hummingly under the command of a few men in sunglasses. At the front of the queue, several elderly passengers took off their sun hats.

Standing on tiptoe and looking around, on the four rows of boarding stairs, there were several rows of slanted and straight heads all the way to the cabin door.

Fan Ning saw off a total of seven people, including Walter and his wife, two children and a nephew, as well as Luna and Miss Nightingale.

Chretien and Trois also arrived at the port to see them off. After the members of the Chamber of Commerce family chatted for a few words, Miss Nightingale came to Fan Ning again.

"Teacher, is it half a year?"

"Maybe not long, maybe a little longer."

"Then you will also come to the Northern Continent?" Luna asked

"It's a place you should visit." Fan Ning nodded.

They talked about a repeated topic, and Fan Ning also repeated the answer.

The next moment both parties waved goodbye, and the group of people from the ocean boarded the ship.

The last scene is when An's pale blue dress disappears, and Luna follows her through the hatch and turns around to put away the little black umbrella.

In the evening, with the red clouds filling the sky and the roar of steam, Fan Ning watched the silver-gray steel body of the giant ship slice through the sea inch by inch. He always felt that there was some kind of dull, dull, and vague emotion that was not coming out well.

Let out a long breath.

In fact, the chat we just had was quite long and contained a lot of content.

But after continuing to enjoy the sea breeze on the shore, Fan Ning felt that there were not many conversations left worth remembering.

It was a hasty and inexplicable encounter, a hasty and inexplicable goodbye.

"Joan."

"Joan, are you nearby?"

He wanted to talk to the only close person who was still around him, but he called out twice again and still received no response.

"Mr. Scheele, our carriage can take you back." Chrétien stood a little further out of politeness. After waiting for a long time, he didn't move and finally spoke.

"No."

Fan Ning tightened the strap of the guitar case he was carrying on his shoulders, turned around and walked away from the port.

The villas at the port and Fox Lily Field are one in the north and the other in the west, spanning half of the city. Even a horse-drawn carriage ride would take fifty minutes, but Fan Ning walked directly between the cities.

Maybe it's because I don't know why I rushed back in such a hurry.

This stop and go process took more than four hours.

The first day that everlasting nectar almost disappeared in the Southland.

In general, after a quick glance, Fan Ning did not find the direct impact it had. The city is still warm, fragrant, with a strong exotic charm, and there are countless possible bright and sweet encounters for people.

Enjoy.

But Fan Ning still feels that some things may be changing, which is far-fetched and cannot be confirmed. It is just intuition.

Sometimes, at the junctions of rivers, ditches, arch bridges, or in the alleys of the city, he feels that graffiti or street art is increasing, and he has a special liking for red. Those lines are abstract, exaggerated, and twisted very hard.

Disguising the emotions behind them.

People in restaurants, bars or cafes are talking enthusiastically about the "Flower Ceremony" and are eager to apply for the part of the qualifications reserved for ordinary citizens to go to the main hall to watch the ceremony. As the most important annual ceremony in the South, such

Enthusiasm occurs every year, which is normal, but many stores promote appetite in their conversations. Customers talk about color and appetite, and pretend to be mysterious to describe their expectations for the secret taste.

Fan Ning also smelled the atmosphere of confusion in some underground bars. Young men and women in cool clothes danced and vented under the lights. The bodies in the boxes and silk curtains were entangled and demanding. The music and the clinking of glasses were mixed with suppressed and cheerful sounds.

Screaming endlessly.

It wasn't until a certain moment after leaving the western suburbs that Fan Ning felt that he had entered some invisible curtain. The smell of perfume and the sound of drums in the city faded from his ears and became quiet.

Recalling the journey and stops along the way, he felt that this was a strange change, but he felt that it was a bit rare and strange. Not to mention the passionate and affectionate summer in the South, these occasions and scenes were also everywhere in Tiolion.

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But in short, it would be right for them to leave here early.

Amidst the chirping of insects and frogs in the field of fox lilies, he returned to the Tone House and Villa located at the tail end of the Steinach Mountains.

It was past midnight, and the flowerbeds on both sides were stained with dehumidified water drops. The old-fashioned balsamic dal dark brown floor was spotless, and the beige lamps in the room still gave off a soft light.

It's just that the lively atmosphere that was originally there is now completely gone.

The Walter family and the two little girls who were traveling across the ocean cleared away all their belongings. It seemed that Walter also dismissed the housekeeper, cook, footman, coachman, gardener, all servants and cleaners.

The efficiency is quite high, but this is also what Fan Ning himself said.

Now I am the only one in the huge villa.

Fan Ning initially made herself a pot of tea with some interest, put it on the long coffee table in front of the living room, and found some berry snacks in the storage room. She sat down on the tufted sofa and crossed her legs.

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But within ten minutes he stood up and walked to the bathroom.

It's not because of boredom.

In fact, Fan Ning's temperament is the type of boy who is most tolerant of loneliness, but there is no need to spend time here alone late at night. The only choice is to wash up and go to bed.

There was nothing to say all night, and my dreams were sparse and thin.

When the world is pure, the sun rises and the sound of birds is heard.

Since Fan Ning had not rested the night before, he might have slept a little longer now. When he woke up, the sunlight through the window had already made his body hot.

"Wow!" The cold water hit my face.

After washing, Fan Ning lazily walked out of the bathroom in her pajamas, open chest, and slippers.

He directly opened the back door of the living room and prepared to go downstairs and take a shortcut to Lake Nayiga.

But when he continued to push open the second door leading to the courtyard in the corridor, he was stunned for a moment.

The breeze is blowing, the birds are chirping, and butterflies are flying among the colorful flowers.

Miss Nightingale in a blue dress was swinging on the swing by the clear pool.

She softly hummed the melody of the first song of "The Beautiful Mill Girl". When she saw herself standing on the front steps, she smiled happily and raised her hand to say hello:

"Good morning, teacher."

Fan Ning stood for more than ten seconds before taking steps.

After approaching, the girl stopped the swing with her feet and met his eyes.

"Where's Luna?" Fan Ning pretended to be a sheep and asked calmly.

"She was making breakfast in the small restaurant. She just went to make some rice balls with rose sauce and herbal tea." Miss Nightingale raised her head with a smile, "Don't you always feel that the texture made by the chef is not as soft and glutinous as hers...

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After she finished speaking, she saw that Fan Ning seemed to want to sit down, so she moved her body slightly and made room for her.

After Fan Ning sat down on the swing, he at first pulled off a petal, spread it in his palm and looked at it silently, but after thinking for a long time, the confusion in his eyes became more and more intense, and finally he leaned over and held his head.

"teacher?……"

An looked at him worriedly, but didn't know what to do, so she had to carefully put a hand on his back.

After a long time, Fan Ning sat up straight and his face seemed to have returned to calm.
To be continued...