He just liked Alfred Douglas, and there was no way around this feeling.

The adults continued to deal with the complex problems of the adult world, leaving Mary Shelley leaning on the railing and thinking quietly.

Why do you like stories? Why do you like fairy tales?

The very young scientist hugged his sheep tightly and looked up at the sun that was almost setting.

The raven flew back without knowing when, looking at her quietly with its brown eyes.

“…sweet”

Miss Shelley stuffed the marshmallow she took away into her mouth, narrowed her eyes slightly, then laughed and said softly.

She likes sweets very much.

And she may not have as many reasons for liking those stories as she does for eating sweets.

Because sugar is sweet, the voice telling the story is sweet, the storyteller’s eyes look sweet when he looks at her, the Cheshire Cat in the story is sweet, and Wonderland is sweet.

And fairy tales are also very sweet, beautiful and dreamy, as if they should not appear in reality.

What about people? Are complex people also a very sweet existence in front of science?

Mary Shelley blinked, feeling that people were still not as good as science, but her mood became happy, and she eagerly reached out to catch the raven next to her.

"Gah!" the raven shouted, but did not fly away. It cooperated and was caught. It looked helplessly as the girl picked herself up proudly.

"Got you!"

The little girl who was very vindictive fluttered the bird's wings, and finally took the big black bird into her arms, reached out and grabbed a large tuft of feathers, and said with a smile, "But you are quite cute."

You are so bold, you actually dare to capture the urban will of your city, and then you have to pluck the feathers after you capture it!

London raised its eyes speechlessly, intending to flap its wings and fly away after a few symbolic struggles, but in the end it looked at the child whom it also knew, sighed helplessly, and generously stretched out its wings for a hug.

she.

——London is a difficult place to “live”.

Its melancholy, its extravagant life, its politics and democracy, its classicism and modernity form one corner after another that forces each other in this city. Everywhere is barely enough for people to "survive".

Go down.

It is difficult to say that survival is life, just like it is difficult to say whether a bird that is locked in a small cage and cannot move or a broken green branch is considered alive.

But just like the sunshine that is rare but definitely available in this city, there is always something that will bring you fleeting romance and tenderness during your long days in this city.

"Have a good life, little one."

London muttered something incomprehensible to humans, then broke free, flapped his wings and flew away.

But perhaps it is precisely because everything is too short-lived and so easy to leave that Londoners want to keep their favorite things with them and are so selfish and stubborn.

So I want to turn a moment into eternity.

Later, when Elliot was about to go out on a mission, and Kitahara and Kaede were helplessly accompanying their friend who was almost clinging to him in the bell tower, Miss Shelley stepped on her little leather boots and "thump thump thump thump"

"The ground ran out.

"Kitahara! I want to tell you something!"

The girl held the lamb in her arms and dragged a suitcase that was taller than her. She ran over with great effort. Her gray eyes were like gray star labradorite, with beautiful light shining inside.

Moving.

Kitahara Kaede, who was comforting Elliot who was particularly anxious because he was about to leave, looked over with some doubts and blinked slightly. But before he could react, he saw the little girl taking the initiative to come to his ear and saying,

He whispered in a secretive tone:

"Because the story is very cute, very cute. Imagination is the cutest thing in the world."

After saying that, she ran away with a smile, jumping around with her sheep in her arms, stumbling from time to time because of the suitcase, and humming a lively nursery rhyme.

"Mary had a little lamb, little lamb, little lamb.

Mary had a little lamb, oh, snow-white wool.

No matter where Mary goes, wherever she goes.

The lamb will always follow her, follow her, follow her..."

Beihara and Feng looked at the girl's leaving figure, thought about the meaningless words, and couldn't help but smile - he realized what question the other party was answering.

"Kitahara."

Elliot shouted lowly, his dark eyes looking at his friend quietly, but the corners of his mouth were pursed, giving people an inexplicable feeling of grievance.

"Okay, don't be afraid. I'm here. I'll accompany you all the way to the plane. You can see me until the last second before leaving."

Beihara and Feng turned their heads, smiled, hugged their friends, and said patiently.

"But I will forget you."

Elliot opened his mouth, and finally said in a very frustrated tone: "...I will forget that I like you."

I will forget the peace of mind and courage that were born because of you. I will become the person I was when we first met, with almost no emotion at all. I will forget that I once saw the shooting stars in your eyes - so beautiful that it makes people sad.

I felt moved for a moment.

Forgetting is a fate that belongs to hollow people.

"Then let's get to know each other again."

Beihara and Feng covered each other's eyes with their fingers and said in a gentle tone: "I actually think there were some imperfections in our last meeting. We can do it again."

Like a blindfolded wild animal, Elliot calmed down almost immediately and nuzzled his friend obediently, as if he was finally relieved.

Kitahara and Feng glanced at the time on their watches and found that there were still a few hours before the agreed time. They relaxed a lot and looked away slightly.

Then he saw the electronic light panel on the wall suddenly glow slightly, forming a very short word:

"thanks"

Thanks……

Does this thank you come from the artificial intelligence of the bellboy? Or is it George Orwell who monitors the entire bellboy?

Beiyuan and Feng were stunned for a moment, then smiled and made a mouth shape to the wall: ""
Chapter completed!