Everyone knows that there is a butterfly specimen in the small room where the traveler temporarily lives.

The beautiful citrine butterfly, the gorgeous and elegant colors spread along the wings and bloom into a gorgeous brilliance in the glass. It seems like a ray of sunlight shining on the deep sea, or like the most magnificent dream at the moment when the sunset falls into the sea.

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When the snow falls in December, the butterfly's tail with a sunset glow looks just like the meager sunlight shining on the snow.

"Merry Christmas, North Plains."

It was on Christmas Eve when Austin said these words to Kitahara and Kaede, with a woman's rare undisguised smile in his pink eyes: "Even though I have seen it many times, I still have to say, it

What a beautiful specimen.”

Kitahara and Kaede followed each other's gaze and looked over. After seeing the specimen decorated by themselves with hay flowers and pure wooden frames, their eyebrows slightly arched, and a soft smile reflected in their orange-gold eyes:

"Yeah, it was a Christmas gift from a friend. But I thought you wouldn't like butterflies."

"I just don't like living butterflies, they like to fly towards recognized bodies too much."

Miss Austin squinted her eyes. She seemed to be in a particularly good mood on Christmas Eve, and her voice also had a soft and gentle flavor. Her eyes stayed on the box held by Kitahara and Kaede for a while, and then she asked with a smile: "

Don’t you want to open it and take a look?”

"I'm actually used to opening all Christmas gifts at twelve o'clock..."

Kitahara and Kaede looked at the small fir tree on the wall that Byron had given to them and hung it with colored lights to serve as a Christmas tree, as well as the large and small boxes piled underneath. They smiled helplessly, but they still took the initiative to put the things in their arms

The gift box was opened.

Inside is a stack of scarves.

The traces of hand-weaving can be clearly seen on the upper one. The edges have simple and elegant lace and dark patterns. It has a cool silk feel to the touch. The bottom one has very soft fluff and feels smooth and soft to the touch.

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"I see that you like to wear a scarf when going out."

Miss Jian looked at Beihara and Feng's slightly surprised expressions, smiled slightly, reached out and took the initiative to pick up the scarf with fine fluff, and tied it to each other's neck, because the button on it was tied into a knot, so it wouldn't flow out long enough.

A short section hangs down:

"Now I have prepared all the spring, autumn and winter scarves for you."

Kitahara and Kaede blinked and remained obediently motionless, allowing the other to straighten his sleeves after tying the scarf, and just looked at the woman in front of them with a strong and gentle demeanor.

She lowered her eyes seriously, and her delicate face was surrounded by a furry collar inlaid with snow-white rabbit fur, making her look even more youthful and petite.

There's nothing wrong with it except that it's a bit close.

"Jane." Beihara and Feng coughed awkwardly, causing each other to look up in confusion.

"I've sorted out the rest myself, but as a Protestant, you should go to church to pray today, right? Do you need me to go with you this time? After all, there should be no surveillance where I'm going..."

Jane Austen's movements paused slightly, and then she slowly retracted her hand. Her beautiful eyes looked seriously at the traveler's eyes. After a long time, a bright smile appeared: "Beiyuan, today is Christmas."

"To be precise, it's Christmas Eve." Kitahara and Kaede pointed out seriously.

"Yeah, Christmas Eve, but that's about it: we have the day off today - even if Mr. Orwell wishes everyone had to work overtime, at least these days are still our days off."

When Miss Jian said this, she laughed softly, holding the traveler's face that looked pale and red due to the cold with her gloved fingers, her eyes as bright as the stars on the Christmas tree:

"So I come to see you today as Jane Austen, not as a member of the Bell Tower Squires."

"Today is a very good day. The only regret is that it snowed a little early in London this year, not just in time for Christmas and Christmas Eve."

She whispered: "Go to the Grand Theater to watch the drama, and go to the Bellington House to watch the Royal Art Research Institute.

Go to the hospital, go to Somerset Hall and see the ice skaters and Van Gogh's paintings, go to St. James's Church and hear Dickens give a lecture."

After listening carefully, Beihara and Feng looked at the woman who looked particularly gentle and patient today with some surprise, and received a smile from her with slightly raised corners of her lips.

Miss Austin is of course arrogant, and it can even be said that there is an almost stubborn arrogance in her:

This eldest lady doesn't care what a person really looks like. She only cares about what she sees, and she doesn't care about "prejudice". She seems sensitive, picky and moody, and she doesn't even bother to express enough kindness to the existence she likes.

But her character is also reserved and gentle, and all her care for people is expressed in subtle ways, like a little bit of mist that wets her clothes and hair. After taking the initiative, she seems to be the most outsider.

One, alienated, cold and tolerant.

Perhaps this is why she was the surveillance officer sent by the Bell Tower Attendant.

——But in this somewhat cold Christmas, she seemed to have taken off a layer of mask and smiled sincerely in front of people.

The traveler subconsciously reached out and touched the scarf on his neck, and finally showed a smile: "Then how about we meet under the Elizabeth Tower before the Christmas bell rings at twelve o'clock? After all, it is Christmas

It’s better to be lively and lively.”

"Okay, I'll wait for you then."

Miss Jian raised her eyebrows, combed the hair around her ears with her fingers, and said in a brisk tone, then turned and left the room, her footsteps making a moving crisp sound on the floor.

Kitahara and Kaede were looking at her from the same place: she wore a pair of high-heeled boots today, which made her figure taller and taller. Her off-white clothes hung down long, and her brown hair was pulled up and covered with goose-yellow hair.

wide-brimmed silk hat held down.

It is obviously a completely different scenery and temperament, but it always reminds people of the lilac-like girl in Daiwang Shuyu Lane, as if she is surrounded by three inches of mist and rain, wandering in the hazy mist.

"Christmas..."

Kitahara and Kaede said softly, finally smiled, and pressed their fingers on the soft scarf fluff.

This is the second Christmas he is about to spend in this country. After careful calculation, it seems that this is also the first country he has stayed in for more than a year.

There is the music of "Jingle Bells" outside the window, ringing very crisply in the cold air. I don't know who is playing it. Looking out the window, almost all the lights have turned into red, white and green standards.

The Christmas colors match the glowing Christmas trees and white snow, reflecting the moving brilliance.

People wore thick clothes, held packages of all sizes in their hands, smiled and chatted with each other, walked hand in hand on the streets where the snow had not yet melted, and sang Christmas songs together, with smiles on their faces.

With festive joy and blessings.

The traveler watched quietly for a while, as if he was infected by this atmosphere, and a soft look appeared in his eyes.

"I'm going to Oxford Street to find Eliot."

He reached out to close the window, put all the flowers he planted in autumn on the table, and smiled and said hello to the surveillance camera covered with bright decorations: "Merry Christmas, Mr. Camera, I hope you don't have to work overtime today."

"If I don't work overtime, I'm singing Christmas carols right now."

The light-emitting setting on the camera flashed slightly for a few times, and the response was so fast that one doubted the phrase "no overtime", but it did show a lively look:

"Merry Christmas, Kitahara! (▽) "

It seems that the other party’s kaomoji have been upgraded again…

Beihara and Feng suppressed their laughter and waved goodbye to each other.

Maybe it's because the snow is melting, it's very cold on the street, but in the eyes of Kitahara and Kaede, who have experienced the cold winter in Moscow, the feeling is just average, not to mention that this time he is wearing a plush jacket around his neck.

warm scarf.

The two busiest streets in London at Christmas are Regent Street and Oxford Street, plus the Winter Carnival and Tower Bridge Christmas Market currently being held in Hyde Park.

Eliot was in Oxford Street - he used to take the bag with him at this time

Fill them with Christmas pies sold on Oxford Street and take them to the East End to distribute to a group of children living in poverty.

He was initially fooled by Dickens, but the pure positive emotion he felt after handing out Christmas pies was so comfortable for him that he never refused.

"Kitahara!"

Dickens's voice sounded first, with a cheerful tone: "Guess what Christmas gift I have prepared for you?"

"Charles?"

The traveler who finally arrived before the appointed time turned his head. When he saw the other person, his eyes subconsciously lit up. At the same time, he stretched out his arms to hug Elliot, who had jumped into his arms. His tone seemed to have a light teasing tone:

"I can't guess what Mr. Charles wants to give me for Christmas: after all, if I guess correctly, you will definitely give me another one."

"Hey! Beiyuan, do you think I am the kind of person who can cheat? This is a slander, a slander on my reputation!"

Dickens subconsciously raised his voice and pretended to be indignant: "I'm going to be angry if you do this again!"

Beihara and Feng glanced at Elliot, who was holding his hand beside him. They helplessly stretched out their hands to rub each other's hair, and then opened their arms towards Dickens, with a bright smile flashing across their eyes:

"How about a Christmas hug, Mr. Charles?"

"Eh? Is that okay? Elliot won't be jealous - hahahaha, don't look at me like that, my dear."

Dickens glanced at Eliot, who was expressing his dissatisfaction, and completed a brief hug with the traveler, and then winked briskly at the poet who seemed a little depressed:

"I won't rob your North Plains, Mr. Elliot."

"..."

Eliot looked at Dickens with his dark eyes, hugged one of the traveler's arms tightly, and leaned against Kitahara and Kaede possessively: "You are very annoying."

Dickens opened his eyes wide and looked round, much like a brown-headed crow swollen with grievance. Beihara and Feng couldn't help laughing and coughing next to him.

"Okay, okay, how about we sit together by the fire when we go back for Christmas dinner, and sing Merry Christmas together when we get home?"

Beihara and Feng took Elliot's hand, rubbed each other's hair, and said in a gentle tone:

"Would you like some Christmas mulled wine? It feels like the temperature in your palm is a little cold."
To be continued...