The days in Provence were filled with the fragrance of flowers, and slowly and leisurely came the month of June that she was most proud of.

At that time, the sunflowers painted by Van Gogh were still burning fiercely, as if they were burning out all their life and brightness, and seemed to be vigorously blooming all the enthusiasm in this land.

Then lavender also bloomed on this land. This kind of flower bloomed gently and quietly in its own position, wearing a layered purple skirt, posing with a soft and elegant posture.

It is the melancholy and poetry of this land. Like the deep purple sunset falling on the ground, it appears in your field of vision extremely vividly and with a sense of presence, rendering the land into an eternal dream.

They are both the romance of this land, and they are actually the two protagonists originating in Provence.

"So it's Lavender Princess and Sunflower Knight?"

Anthony held his pen in one hand, spread the notebook on his lap, raised his head and listened to the adults in his family telling stories.

"Yes. The princess who is so gentle that she sometimes looks melancholy, and the knight who is proud and passionate, chasing his own light. Their souls have always lived in this land."

Kitahara and Kaede closed their travel notes and showed a gentle smile to their children:

"This is their ending after those vigorous, romantic and magnificent knight stories."

They told this story on a June night in Provence. The aroma of lavender filled the sea-salty air of Provence, seeming to dye the wind purple.

There are very bright stars hanging on the field.

In the evening breeze, Anthony tilted his head slightly and said seriously: "Speaking of which, Beiyuan and Mr. Cervantes seemed to behave like this when they got along."

The princess always tolerates her knight tenderly, and the knight is also proud of his princess and fights for his princess.

"Pfft, Hahahahahahaha!"

Miss Rose, who was blowing the evening breeze by the side, yawned halfway, but was so amused by these words that she couldn't help laughing.

Even with the fact that only two people could understand her voice, she smiled so unscrupulously.

"That's right, it's Princess Beiyuan." She seemed to have suddenly found some fun and suddenly became happy. Her tone revealed a lively and pleasant cunning, "So, does Her Highness the Princess have anything to say about this?"

"..."

Beiyuan and Feng tilted their heads, and silently stretched out their hands to flick the bright red petals of the rose: "Stop making trouble, Princess Rose. Your knight is watching you."

Miss Rose seemed to have been poked into some weakness, so she closed her mouth depressedly and stopped talking.

Anthony looked down at her with some confusion, but he happened to catch her quietly raising her eyes, so the two little guys were startled, and each looked away with a blushing face.

Beihara and Feng laughed at the side, using the books in their hands as fans to slowly fan themselves with cool breeze.

Fabre lay in the grass and looked at the stars, letting the emerald green grass blades brush against his cheeks. His perfumed lily color and yellow-green long hair perfectly blended into the midsummer of Provence.

A blue butterfly landed on his young face, its shiny wings slightly spread out, like a delicate mask in a masquerade.

Romain Rolland sat next to Fabre, patiently picking up the other man's hair from the grass and letting it rest on his knees to prevent the ends of the hair from sticking to the soil on the ground.

His movements were as gentle as picking up the daffodils and moss growing in the moonlight.

Rousseau was making lamps out of rattan and thin pieces of wood. Perhaps because he had been a watchmaker's apprentice when he was a child, he was particularly skilled in these crafts and could easily outline the skeleton of the lantern.

"In fact, you can just make a few smaller cages, catch some fireflies and put them in to make a light."

Rousseau put paper on it, put a small solid candle inside, and lit it with a lighter.

The orange light lit up silently in the night. The little flame opened its eyes and looked at the world dimly through a thin layer of paper.

A very small and soft bunch of fire, a very small handful of light, were suddenly reflected in the pair of soft purple-red eyes of the superpower.

Like the sun hiding deep in the morning glow at sunrise.

Anthony's attention was attracted by the star that fell to the ground, and he forgot about his previous shyness. He curiously tugged on Kitahara and Kaede's sleeves: "Is this also a Kongming Lantern? It looks so small."

"It's not the Kongming Lantern - the wind is a bit strong today and it will easily burn the grass."

Beihara and Feng smiled and held the child in their arms, lowered their heads and rubbed his cheek, coaxing each other softly: "How about we put out river lanterns today? It's also very beautiful."

It just so happened that there was a fairly open and vast pond next to them. The river flowed slowly under the summer night, carrying countless stars. There were several aquatic plants blooming in it.

Nana seems to be blooming in the sea of ​​stars.

"The lights on the water? Is it like Venice?"

Anthony's eyes suddenly lit up, he hugged his elder and asked happily.

"Well, it's like the lights of Venice."

The traveler pinned his hair back in the wind and said with a smile: "We will have twice as many lanterns, twice as much light, and twice as many stories."

"And twice as many fireflies—"

Fabre, who was looking at the stars, turned over, added softly in a long tone, and then threw himself into Roland's arms, startling all the butterflies and moths around him to fly.

It was like a small firework exploding, and many colorful "surprises" flew out.

Roland turned his head uncomfortably and watched a butterfly fly past his face, but rarely said anything. He just took a deep breath, closed his lilac eyes slightly, and his ears looked a little red.

:

"Ahem, Fabre, don't jump on people casually."

"I'm not casual. It's Roland anyway, and Roland won't do anything to me."

Fabre tilted his head innocently and replied.

He raised his face and leaned over, hugged the other person's neck, sat on Romain Rolland's legs, and looked at his friend expectantly with his big, sparkling apple-colored eyes: "Roland Roland! I want to hear from you.

Play the harmonica—"

Roland grinded his teeth.

"Roland Roland, what do you think of the song "Little Star Variations"? It feels very suitable for tonight."

"Pfft, cough, cough..."

Beiyuan and Feng turned their heads and laughed out loud. Rousseau, who was trying to put a lantern into the water, tried to look serious. When he found that he couldn't bear it anymore, he simply put the lantern aside and said:

He buried himself on Kitahara and Kaede's shoulders and laughed.

The traveler smiled and patted his friend on the back, picked up the lamp himself, and showed it to Anthony.

The child reached out to take it, first touched the fragile paper with some curiosity, and then happily hugged his little star, his eyes curved into a beautiful arc:

"Thanks!"

The rose huddled beside it and looked at it curiously. She wanted to get closer and take a closer look, but the fear of the flames made her give up the idea and just shook her head in a pretentious manner:

"This star is still too small. Anthony, you can take it and see it yourself. I have to wait for the fireflies."

But fireflies are smaller than that.

The little prince blinked in confusion, wanting to say so, but in the end he didn't - his intuition told him that if he spoke like this, the consequences would definitely not be much better.

As a lantern maker, Rousseau glanced at the little lantern in his arms, and shook his non-existent tail a little proudly. Then a large handful of lavender popped out from nowhere and happily stuffed it into Beiyuan.

Went into He Feng's arms.

"This is the most beautiful lavender."

After he finished speaking, he looked at the traveler carefully and found that the traveler seemed to have nothing to do with it, and then said briskly:

"By the way, if Beiyuan likes it, I can help you make these flowers into spices."

"Of course I like it very much." Kitahara and Kaede smiled and touched his head, "Then thank you in advance."

"Yeah!" Rousseau nestled himself next to the traveler, hugged his knees with his hands, and obediently raised his head to look at him, with an expression that said "As long as Beihara likes it."

Under the bright starry night, those bright purple eyes always give people the illusion of twinkling stars.

Beihara and Feng looked at each other for a few times, but finally couldn't hold it back and stretched out their hands to rub each other's beige hair into a mess.

"How about we continue making lanterns?" He thought for a while and suddenly suggested, "This time we can try to make them look like flowers. For example, water lilies or something."

"Water lilies?" Rousseau blinked, then suddenly thought of a good idea, and said enthusiastically, "Then let's paint it! It's the color of Monet's "Water Lilies", it will definitely be very beautiful!"

"Then I have to get some paint."

Beihara and Feng shrugged and said with a smile: "It has to be the kind that cannot be dissolved by water."

"Hey, forget it then!"

Rousseau opened his eyes wide, grabbed the hem of the other person's clothes, looked at the other person nervously, and leaned over cautiously, obviously not wanting his friend to leave: "But can you chat with me over there?"

He was a little worried that Beiyuan and Fengguang would get bored watching him make river lanterns, so he also wanted each other to participate in this activity, even if it was just to chat.

"Okay." Beihara and Feng smiled and patted the child who was a little concerned about the gains and losses he had made with his new friends. "I'll just watch from the side and I can say whatever I want."

"Okay." Rousseau longed and replied happily, then lowered his head and happily went to make river lanterns.

Kitahara and Kaede looked up and looked around. All they could see, apart from the deep lake, were vast expanses of lavender and sunflowers. The small town in the distance shone with warm yellow lights, and just standing there gave people a sense of wonder.

An unparalleled sense of security.

There are Italian crickets chirping softly in an unknown place. These country musicians are playing violins quietly and calmly in their homes at this time, with their elytra rubbing softly, making a "squeaking" sound.

It makes you feel that they are in the west, and suddenly you feel that they are in the south.

This superb performance technique that confuses human ears sounds like a hazy and trance-like sound. In such a night, it makes people think of Beethoven's "Moonlight" for no reason.

This is Arles in Provence, the land where Van Gogh, who was full of dreams, came and settled. It is the place where he created more than two hundred paintings and built the Eden of his imagination.
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