Of course, it would probably be even more perfect if this perfect picture could ignore the two people who were still in a hurry.

"Roland Roland!"

At this time, Fabre was clinging to his friend reluctantly, his apple-colored eyes sparkling, and he looked very persistent: "I just thought of another good idea! You said Beethoven's "Pastoral"

How about "Symphony"? Isn't it perfect for this kind of scene?"

Romain Rolland: "..."

The musician finally couldn't help it anymore, took a deep breath, and with his backhand pressed a certain overly lively green butterfly on the grass. His tone sounded unusually calm - and he gritted his teeth:

"Mr. Fabre, first of all, let me explain something to you: whether it is the "Little Star Variations" or the "Pastoral Symphony" you mentioned before, the essence is piano."

Fabre blinked innocently.

"Second, do you know that you are actually very heavy! Don't really think of yourself as seven years old in this regard! I will [beep——] be crushed to death by you!"

Fabre continued to blink innocently, reached out for Roland's sleeves, and made a soft, coquettish voice:

"Roland——"

Normally Roland should have surrendered at this time, but this time he did not. Mr. Musician was still counting the "criminal evidence" of a certain entomologist with a hard heart.

"The most important thing is, after finally taking a rest at night, can you please be a little quieter? It's been chirping all day long. Do you think of yourself as a sparrow or a cicada?"

Fabre did not blink this time, but looked at Romain Rolland aggrievedly. His almost pink eyes looked watery, as if he was about to cry in the next second.

"Ahem...that's probably about it."

Roland got stuck for a moment, but still stubbornly finished his concluding lines, and then quietly glanced at Fabre.

In fact, he felt a little regretful after he said it, feeling that he might have overreacted, especially after seeing the other person's expression as if he had been bullied.

"Roland is a bad guy——!"

Fabre looked at his friend with a bulging face, and then yelled at him angrily, and angrily buried his face in the grass leaves, rolling on the grass like a child, without any image at all.

Go away.

"If you don't want to play the harmonica for me, just say so! I won't tell you that a firefly flew into your sleeve!"

Romain Rolland was stunned for two seconds, and subconsciously typed a question mark slowly: "?"

"——So where did the fireflies come from!!"

Kitahara and Kaede reached out and poked the firefly that was parked on his fingertips. After hearing this, he couldn't help but laugh and stretched out his hand to let it fly away.

It seemed that the time had finally come for these little guys to appear. It seemed that in an instant, the grassland was filled with these little guys with shiny tails.

Like an elf dragging the bright stars, it spins lightly in the summer night and dances to the rhythm of the cricket nocturne.

Anthony touched a small insect that fell in front of him with his palm, looked at it curiously, and said softly: "Hello? Are you also a star from outside the earth?"

"Hello to you too!"

Firefly also looked at him curiously and replied in a soft voice: "But I am not from outside the earth - our predecessors are. We are already the 473817th... 12th generation of residents of the earth."

"If you know our homeland, please say hello to it for us: but it is not important. What is important is that now we have to rehearse the "Walse Minuet No. 7" for the wedding. This is the new hobby of the ladies this year

, they are watching from the side."

The firefly said politely: "If you want to attend the wedding, you can watch from the side, but you cannot suddenly capture the grooms - the fireflies captured by humans are a group of unlucky people who are destined not to marry a bride.

ghost."

Kitahara and Kaede coughed, held down Rousseau's hand that was eager to catch the fireflies, and rubbed his head while the other party looked at him in confusion.

"Don't disturb their marriage proposal."

The traveler blinked at him, changed the topic, and said lightly: "Speaking of which, should we put the river lantern in the water now?"

"Just in time, the fireflies have also come out. When the time comes, put the lights in, and there will be a bright area on the lake. It will be very beautiful."

He raised his head and looked at these little guys with orange-gold eyes that exuded green, milky white and light golden light, as if they were reflecting a romantic sea of ​​dancing stars.

When the little prince lived on his planet, did the stars he saw look like this?

Very close, very close, surrounding the hair and fingertips lightly, as if you can touch the cold and hot temperature of them if you reach out your hand. It is obviously the silent light in the universe, but it seems that you can feel the ""

The pulse of life.

——The light burning because of love engulfs all the splendor in the lonely universe, then passes through countless obstacles in space and rushes into the black eyes of a child.

This is the star.

The largest and most splendid garden in a child's heart.

Rousseau was stunned, turned his head and counted the river lanterns he had made. After confirming that there were no problems, he breathed a sigh of relief, and a look of anticipation flashed in his eyes:

"Okay, then let me help get these things."

"I can take it too!"

Anthony, who was enjoying the fireflies' "Minuet Waltz No. 7", raised his hand enthusiastically after hearing it, indicating that he could help, and suggested to the fireflies: "Why don't you also dance on the water? It looks like this

With more light, it might look better."

"It sounds reasonable." A small voice in Firefly said, with a very soft and worried tone, "But what if it falls?"

"You're actually afraid of falling!"

Another firefly said in surprise, then turned a figure of "8" in the air in a fancy way, its wings flapped, and the light at the tail output a sentence in the form of Morse code:

Act like you can't fly!

The firefly flapped its wings aggrievedly and hid behind its other companion.

But what should it do? It’s just afraid of water!

Anthony looked at it, couldn't help but laugh, and simply took the initiative to put the timid firefly in one of the unlit river lanterns.

"This way you don't have to be afraid." He smiled at the confused little firefly, and then gently put the river lantern into the water.

Under the silver moon and dazzling stars, the water of the lake ripples, reflecting the brilliant light like diamonds.

In this light and shadow, a ball of light golden sparks carried by water lilies suddenly fell.

The little firefly lay in the river lantern, shook its wings blankly, and looked around again.

It sees more and more lights shining.

——It is a light that is completely different from its kind. It is a temperature that is warm and even dangerous, but it looks so soft and gentle under the reflection of the water waves.

These lights are more like stars than their lanterns, more like stars whose passion and love have not yet been cooled by the universe, floating and sinking in the black universe.

No, it is no longer black and silent.

The fireflies worked hard to support their bodies, watching these lights connected together under the sky of night, floating in the lake, warm and romantic, illuminating this small area into a brilliant orange-red, as if creating a

A sun that lights up the universe.

It’s not just the floating light leaping into gold, the still shadow sinking into the jade.

It’s also the evening clouds that unite, and the setting sun that melts gold.

It seems...not so afraid of water anymore.

The little firefly looked at the river water beside the river lantern, as if it suddenly found courage from such a glorious scenery, flapped its wings, and flew up little by little.

It flew very slowly because it was trying hard to look at these beautiful and exquisite river lights. It felt that they were ten thousand times more dazzling than the luminous glass windows it had seen in the city.

I fly under the sea of ​​stars and the light of stars.

This little insect realized this for the first time, and suddenly became inexplicably proud, even feeling that the light on its tail was not just a simple wedding dress, but a comet streaking through the night.

The other fireflies looked at it in surprise, then they gathered into a group in the air and began to whisper:

"It looks happy."

"Of course, it's in the stars now."

"Let's go too! Those girls will definitely enjoy dancing among the stars."

"I have a new inspiration - what do you think we can compose a "Star's First One-step" together?"

These last two suggestions were unanimously approved by all the fireflies, so they happily flew to the lake, like small shooting stars, swirling lightly in the air, and began their own dance for the wedding.

.

"Hey? Have you started setting off the river lanterns yet? Beiyuan, wait for us two!"

When Fabre finally rescued the poor firefly from Romain Rolland's poor clothes, he noticed that the river lantern had been put into the water.

Countless miniature suns were floating in the water. At first glance, he thought of butterflies carrying clouds of light, or fireflies with extra-large lights.

Roland patted his clothes with some disgust, and silently the firefly flew a little further away, and then he managed to calm down and looked towards the river not far away.

He wandered in France for a period of time and saw the prosperous and beautiful scenery of various cities, as well as many cities that never sleep with lights burning until dawn.

The night there is bustling with people and cars flowing like water. Colorful lights cover the city roads. Hoarse songs float in the gorgeous colors, blending in with the hustle and bustle.

If we want to talk about the dazzling brilliance, those scenes are thousands of times more brilliant than these few river lanterns.

But in the quiet and peaceful wilderness, under the distant skylight, in the strong fragrance of lavender and the sound of swaying grass blades, it is these smaller, quieter and softer lights that can move people's souls.
To be continued...