Although the water vapor and rain clouds are already very dense, they still have not fallen from the sky. They are just silent, so silent that it makes people feel depressed - of course, it may also be in a physical sense, the air pressure before the rain is indeed

will be reduced.

So after Joyce huddled nervously behind the curtain for two hours, her mentality miraculously became much calmer. She even finished her dinner happily and went to bed obediently.

It was not until late at night, with the sound of thunder, that the island of Ireland, which looked like the most dazzling emerald in the world, ushered in the first rain of summer.

Kitahara and Kaede, who were wearing loose pajamas, stood in front of the window sill, looking out at the forest covered by the downpour through a sudden flash of lightning, with worry in their orange-gold eyes.

In the room with the lights turned off, the darkness mixed with the dull thunder and the loud sound of rain spread, climbed to the bedside lamp, and was immediately dispersed by a person's wave.

"Click".

As the switch was pressed, a small light illuminated most areas in the room.

Wilde turned on the bedside lamp and frowned as he looked at his own lamp that had just been turned off not long ago: "It can be used after turning it on a few times. It may just be a brief jump here, not something wrong with the main circuit.

This lightning struck... Bernard Shaw should have installed a lightning rod on his house, right?"

"I'm not too worried about this."

The traveler sighed, looked at the sky worriedly, and then suddenly asked: "How afraid is Joyce of thunder?"

"Hmm? You mean James?"

Wilde was stunned for a moment, and instantly knew what his friend was worried about, and the corners of his eyes twitched slightly.

"If I remember correctly, he seemed to have crawled under the dining table because of a sudden thunderstorm, and shivered all afternoon: because it was thunderstorming all afternoon."

"It is said that because this weakness is too obvious and easy to target, the Irish government wants to cure him of this problem."

The painter gathered up his pajamas with a too large collar opening, trying hard to keep it from slipping off his shoulders, and said to Kitahara and Kaede in a helpless tone: "But look at the way he was huddled behind the curtains before...

I suspect that not only is it bad, it’s even worse.”

"You can probably tell."

The traveler rubbed his brows, and then smiled apologetically at Wilde: "Sorry, I'm a little worried about his condition now."

He wanted to see how Joyce was doing now, but he also remembered that he came so late to help this delicate cat who suddenly wanted to change the color of the curtains in the middle of the night.

Although the time of eleven o'clock in the night seems a bit hellish, but since Wilde said, "If I don't change it, I will fight with the color of this curtain until the last second of my life." What else can I do?

Just pamper him.

"Of course I know, I can see your obvious reaction at a glance. But what about my new curtains... forget it."

The painter first snorted disdainfully, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he just muttered in a low voice.

He exhaled his last breath and pulled the curtain hanging on the side into his arms: "You have already sent it to my room. I can just hang the new curtains myself."

"You should go find James quickly. I'm worried that he will faint from fright."

Wilde, who had been in London for several years, lowered his head, looked at the wrinkled curtains with tangled eyes, and complained: "Why are the Irish transcendants so stretched..."

Kitahara and Feng were silent for two seconds. For a moment, they didn't know whether the other party was talking about Joyce who was afraid of thunder, or whether he was talking about himself who couldn't even put up the curtains.

In the end, the traveler who worried too much about his friend could only sigh.

"You should go back and take a nap first. After I finish solving the problem, I will continue to change your curtains."

Kitahara and Kaede pulled Wilde, who had climbed up in his pajamas, back to the bed. They covered him with a quilt and tucked him in with an attitude that would not allow him to refuse. The pair of orange-gold eyes that had always been gentle rarely showed a stern color:

"Have a good rest, you know? You've been staying up late the past few days."

"...Oh." Wilde shrank into the quilt in aggrieved manner, and his head was tucked under the quilt, only to be lifted out again.

"Remember to breathe. When it rains, the air pressure is low and people tend to feel stuffy. Be careful what could happen if you feel stuffy."

Kitahara and Kaede pressed their temples with a headache, and seriously asked the aristocratic cat who had no common sense in life and could hardly take care of himself without others: "Do you understand?"

"I know, I will sleep well - my mother doesn't control me as strictly as you do."

Wilde buried half of his face in the quilt, muttered something softly, and then quickly showed a cute smile before Kitahara and Feng couldn't bear to knock on him.

"Kitahara, good night."

He bent his emerald eyes and said in a soft tone, then reached out and quickly turned off the light, closing his eyes tightly, looking really good and obedient.

"...Really."

The traveler still didn't knock his hand on the man's head, but took it back. He smiled tenderly and indulgently at the person on the bed in the dark, turned around and opened the door.

"Good night, Wilde, I wish you a sweet dream."

The door is locked tightly.

"Well, I also wish you sweet dreams, Beiyuan——"

Wilde quietly opened one eye, and after realizing that the other party was indeed gone, he responded in a very brisk tone.

The painter climbed out of the quilt humming a song in a very happy mood, put on his shoes, turned on the bedside lamp, took out the new curtains that he had not hung up, and began to look at this group of things with the same eyes as he looked at Picasso's paintings.

Fabric.

His expression was serious no matter how serious it looked, and he was full of determination to overcome difficulties in the academic field. It almost gave people the illusion that what he was holding was not a curtain, but a room-temperature superconducting material that looked like a curtain.

"Okay! Next, let Mr. Wilde, one of the greatest painters of this century and infinitely wise, study how to hang your damn curtains."

The painter subconsciously tugged on his long curving golden hair with his fingers, as if his fighting spirit was burning: "Humph, I don't believe it anymore. I still can't handle you before Beiyuan comes back!"

Naturally, Kitahara and Kaede didn't know what was going on in Wilde's mind at this time, and they didn't know that the other party had turned around to study "how to hang curtains", Wilde's limited edition problem of the century, otherwise he would definitely have to go back and give it a hard knock.

The other person's head.

But he didn't know anything at this time. So after closing the door, the traveler looked at the corridor that was not dark, and even smiled without feeling too bad.

——There are many elves flying in the corridor.

They were whispering to each other, and the wings made of light on their bodies emitted beautiful fluorescence, illuminating a small area around them.

They were giggling in this darkness, chasing each other under the shroud of darkness, and dancing on the wind and the water vapor in the air. There were also many, many elves sitting on the window frames of the corridor windows having a small party,

Telling each other interesting stories.

A little guy picked up a leaf from nowhere and simply used it as an umbrella on his shoulder. In the dim light, she used her voice as clear as a silver bell to talk about the legends of the elves.

They came to this big house to take shelter from the rain.

Kitahara and Kaede glanced at them with smiling orange-gold eyes, and then looked away as if nothing had happened before these sensitive little guys noticed.

In the end, he did not turn on the light above the corridor, fearing that his rash actions would disturb the interest of the children. He just used his memory to find the route to Joyce's room in the corridor.

But the travelers did not disturb them. Instead, they became interested in this human being in the corridor, and flew over to follow him, lighting up a small space for this person next to him.

"Human human, why don't you turn on the light?"

An elf shook her translucent body, walked around Beiyuan and Feng curiously, and asked in a coquettish voice. Her pair of beautiful glass blue eyes blinked, as if they were in the night.

little star.

"Idiot, he can't hear you if you ask this. Humans can't see us."

Another elf stuck out his tongue playfully on the side, and together with the surrounding elves let out a light laugh that was not sarcastic.

Then, like the most dexterous bird in the world, she swirled lightly in the air, landed on the traveler's soft hair, and said seriously: "Humans are stupid too! You will step on the wrong stairs like this!"

"

"Be careful, we will light the lamp for you."

A little elf flew over, worriedly touched the traveler's clothes with his fingers, and dragged out a light blue light like a comet behind him, briefly illuminating a small area.

"I'm coming too." "I'm coming too!"

"What are you doing?" "Help!"

More and more elves flew over, each one of them opened their beautiful and clean eyes, looking at the human walking alone in the darkness with curiosity or worry.

The fragmented and weak light gathered more and more, and in the end it really seemed like several colored lamps, floating around Kitahara and Kaede, lighting up the small area in front of them.

The hazy and brilliant light has an unreal feeling that belongs to a dream on this rainy night, as if it is a lantern guiding people into Alice's Wonderland.

Beihara and Feng were stunned for a moment, and finally smiled, silently accepting their kindness in their hearts and trying hard not to focus on these little guys flashing around in the night.

——Otherwise they will shrink into a ball in shyness, and then run away without a trace regardless of the heavy rain outside.

"I know this human being."

An elf with light orange light grabbed the traveler's scarf, climbed up with fluttering wings, and finally sat on the traveler's shoulder, saying proudly - but she did have the right to be proud, after all, elves have some respect for humans.

blind.

"He is so cute! He takes care of the plants, sings, and leaves us the strawberries on the strawberry cake and the apples on the apple cake."

The little guy's voice sounded quite proud, and the orange light on his body flashed: "He is also very gentle! He bandaged the cuckoo bird that hit the glass a few days ago. And I also heard him say

I have lived many, many interesting stories!”

"ah!"

At this time, all the other elves showed envious expressions, and they all came close to Beiyuan and Kaede. They looked at this human with expectant and envious eyes, and chirped in a clear and lovely voice:

"Can this human tell stories? I want to hear them!"
To be continued...