As long as lavender fills the fields of Provence, the time of this land always seems to flow away in the blink of an eye with the fragrance of flowers.

The cavalier love story staged by sunflowers and lavender in June is gradually coming to an end. The sunflowers in July disappeared after harvesting, and then came the last glory of lavender in August.

The grapes on the grape trellis have grown up a long time ago, and have even been eaten clean by the blackbirds that came to stand and the humans under the trellis, and even the insects passing by said bad luck.

Fireflies have held weddings one after another on summer nights, each happily talking about the stars and the moon with their loved ones, and lighting small lamps at night.

Kitahara and Kaede and his friends tried to set off the Kongming Lantern one night. Fabre even wanted to recreate a handmade hot air balloon with great interest, but Roland finally held him back.

"You are a human being, not a moth. Why are you always thinking about running to the sky!"

Rousseau would laugh next to him at this time, and a large bouquet of flowers in his arms would always cover his face well. Sometimes this bouquet of flowers was camellia, sometimes it was a large sprig of pear blossoms, and it seemed like any kind of flowers in any season.

All flowers can be found there.

Sometimes Rousseau would copy some music scores, or write some songs himself and ask Roland to play them. Roland would look unhappy most of the time, but he would always agree in the end.

Rousseau simply sang along with Roland's music. There were all kinds of lyrics. If he didn't expect the lyrics, he would hum the music score.

Fabre, Kitahara and Kaede are their best listeners. When Anthony is not going out to play, he will stay here to listen to their small concerts and listen to those lively and bright country folk songs.

I don't know which tree was buzzing with a high pitch, crickets squatting in the grass and singing softly, and there were also katydids and spinners.

The hot day was over with just one song.

In the end, Kitahara and Kaede left this fairy tale-like land before the lavender was harvested.

Before leaving, he hugged his friend and took Anthony seriously to say goodbye to this group of lovely superpowers.

"I haven't given you any other gifts yet."

Rousseau muttered somewhat uncomfortably, with a thin mist in his purple eyes, and looked at the traveler melancholy:

"I haven't finished telling you my story, nor have I taken you to see the rising sun on the nearby mountain..."

"Then just leave all this for future meetings."

Beihara and Feng hugged each other and patted each other on the back. The look in their eyes was so soft that it was like a gentle sigh.

"Don't feel bad, I'm just going on a trip."

Rousseau looked at his friend with some discomfort, and tried his best to open his mouth, but he didn't say anything. He just pushed the flowers in his hand over.

"You can tell me what music you want to listen to next time you come."

Roland patted Rousseau on the shoulder and acted much calmer than him. There was even a calm and free smile in his lilac eyes: "If you are curious about what happened in the Paris Commune, you can ask me. I don't mind sharing it with you.

Their dark history.”

"For example, when the Paris Commune team watched the first season of "Little Dragon Paul", a live video recording of the reactions of all members?"

Beihara and Feng first glanced at Rousseau with some concern, then raised their eyebrows and said to Roland with a smile.

"Of course, it can even include behind-the-scenes footage."

Roland smiled and shrugged: "You probably won't appear until the second season. Speaking of which, do you think your image should be a cat or a bird?"

"Bird." The traveler looked up at the blue sky of Provence, took a deep breath of the air with the strong scent of lavender, and showed a bright smile.

"After all, we are about to cross the sea, and cats can't do it."

Cross the English Channel and the Strait of Dover, reach the islands of Great Britain and Ireland, and take a look at the land where countless fantasy stories and dazzling souls grow.

UK and Ireland.

"So what kind of bird is it? It can't be an albatross."

Roland asked reluctantly, but he was indeed very interested in this topic - to be precise, he had always been curious about Kitahara and Feng's positioning of him.

Although he always felt that according to a certain traveler who always insisted that he was just an "ordinary person", this guy might give the name of a "tree sparrow".

Fortunately, Kitahara and Feng did not seem to consider this option, but quickly gave an answer that Roland did not expect.

"Of course it's the bar-headed goose."

The traveler bent his eyes and said this.

There seemed to be some kind of bright longing in his tone, which made his eyes light up, like a warm orange-gold sun.

Romain Rolland was stunned for a moment. It wasn't because of anything else, it was just that he felt "as expected".

Most people's impression of the bar-headed goose is that of an ordinary water bird. The only thing worth mentioning is that it has a good temper. No matter what kind of bird it lives with, it rarely fights. It also helps and supports each other as much as possible when it comes to its own kind.

Extremely affectionate and dedicated.

Although they are very wary of humans, they sometimes even fly to human settlements and mix with poultry confidently, without worrying at all that others will make it into a dish.

"Is the bar-headed goose... the kind of bird that can fly over Mount Everest?" As a naturalist, Fabre's first thought was this. He looked at Kitahara and Kaede curiously, "Kitahara wants to go to that mountain peak.

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In the story, this ordinary bird starts the most lofty migration among birds every year, crossing from the top of Mount Everest and crossing the peak in the wind and snow to find a warm home in the south.

It is also one of the highest flying birds in the world.

"After all, that is the highest peak, the roof of the world, the towering crown of the earth. Which traveler has not had the delusion of climbing this mountain?"

Beiyuan and Feng smiled and looked to the southeast.

"If possible, I hope to see the sunrise on Mount Everest in person."

Go and see for yourself how the bright sunshine from the east shines on that land, go and see for yourself that long-admired plateau, go and see for yourself...

A home that is not your own.

Kitahara and Kaede closed their eyes slightly, covering the flash of melancholy in their eyes, and then showed a dazzling smile again, hugged Anthony who was listening curiously beside him, and raised Simba to him with the posture of lifting the Lion King.

Show off to the person in front of you:

"As for Anthony, he is a little deer. He is the kind of little sika deer with big and cute eyes and roses on his little antlers! Of course, there can only be one rose, otherwise Miss Rose will be angry."

Miss Rose snorted proudly in the arms of the confused little prince, and then said in a conceited voice: "That way I will be taller than you, you big liar traveler."

"Eh? Can I be taller than Kitahara?"

Anthony was stunned and raised his face in surprise, but soon showed a happy expression: "Then I want to hug Beiyuan too!"

"Then let's wait until you grow taller."

Kitahara and Kaede put them down, knocked each other on the head with a smile, held the handle of their suitcases in their hands and walked a few steps, then thought of something again, and waved their right hands towards their friends:

"Goodbye! I have a farewell party when I go to the Paris airport later. Don't be too sad. It's not a separation between life and death. Just call me if you miss me. Anyway, I have nothing to do."

"Oh, I see!"

Fabre responded loudly, with a bright smile on his face and waved vigorously: "Bon voyage, Beiyuan!"

The traveler raised the corners of his lips, nodded gracefully, took Anthony's hand with his right hand, and turned away amidst the sound of wind in the wilderness.

He and the little prince gradually disappeared into the endless sea of ​​lavender flowers in Provence. The lavender smoke composed of flowers drowned their figures, leaving only the chirping of insects that had not yet left.

In another week, the lavender harvest here will begin. By then, only a bare grass stalk will be left on this land, which will be completely submerged by the heavy winter snow.

It is precisely for this reason that no one among the three people tried to retain them:

Let this summer in Provence retain its most beautiful appearance and most gorgeous posture, and stay in one's memory forever.

I hope that whenever we think of this memory, what pops up in our minds will always be those times of joy and laughter, the sunflowers and lavender growing on the earth, the stars shining in the night sky, and the music full of music.

and flowers of midsummer.

This is the best and most outstanding gift we can give each other during this time.

"Speak of it."

Rousseau looked at the direction in which the other party was going, and suddenly sighed: "It seems that I haven't told Beihara anything yet."

I obviously had this plan a long time ago, but I didn't have enough courage until the last moment.

He's always been like this:

It is easy for people to do all kinds of stupid things because of their passion or pride, but if they hesitate and act cautious on the issues they care about, they will always miss the right opportunity.

"If you want to ask Kitahara if he knows that you like to play hide and seek with yourself at home, then he will definitely know."

Roland turned his head and glanced at him, making a rather disdainful voice: "Seriously, do you think you hid it well?"

"It's not about hiding and seeking, it's about giving yourself a quiet place to read a book!" Rousseau, who was still a little depressed at first, was furious when he heard this sentence and stared back with some dissatisfaction, "I just like to stay in dark and small spaces.

What's going on inside?"

This is just a habit that has been developed since childhood! When he was a child, he would be scolded by his teacher if he read secretly. Isn't that the only way he could read in such a place?

"No matter what you think, Beiyuan doesn't care about it anyway. In order to be considerate of some idiots, he has always been good at pretending to be stupid, but don't think that he really can't see anything."

Roland crossed his arms and stared at the other person lazily, his voice sounding full of irony:

"Don't think that when someone sees you, he can't wait to squeeze out that terribly hypocritical sympathy. Don't take yourself too seriously, okay? Dear Mr. Rousseau."

"Hey, Roland! You know I didn't mean that! I just felt guilty... After all, in the end, I didn't tell him that I hid on purpose and didn't show up. I was even a little angry after I found out that he didn't look for me."

Rousseau first called Roland dissatisfied, and then stated his thoughts seriously.

But as he was talking, he suddenly became frustrated and sighed deeply:
To be continued...