Beiyuan and Feng's eyes drifted for a moment, but in the end they failed to suppress their eager curiosity. With Mr. Tuo's attitude of not taking advantage of it, they asked casually: "So? Who is your guardian?"

"He? Leo Nikolayevich Tolstoy." The young demon still maintained a decent and well-behaved smile, and he looked like a cute and polite cub - if you ignore There was a hint of danger in the other person's burgundy eyes.

"Speaking of which, Mr. Kitahara should also know him."

Traveler:???What?

Who is your guardian, please tell me again?

Kitahara and Kaede thought about what the hamster ball in front of them would do in the future, and then thought about their friends, and took a deep breath in their hearts. They had made an outstanding contribution to global warming.

If you do this, will Tolstoy's heart be able to bear it?

For a time, the traveler's worry about his friend's future even overpowered his inner desire to complain and his helplessness that "the script team deserves to be the script team", and his mind was filled with all kinds of worries.

After all, this kid will have a good reputation as an illegal element in the future. Not to mention that what he does is contrary to Tolstoy, and it is basically an absolute conflict of ideas.

Given the other party's current state of mind, which has a serious sense of guilt, if Tolstoy knew that his Siberian hamster ball would later turn into a Siberian hamster...

Kitahara and Kaede silently suppressed a bunch of random thoughts that suddenly popped up in their minds, such as "Killing one's own wife to prove the truth" and "Killing oneself first and then committing suicide".

He still knew a little about his friends. Tolstoy couldn't do such an extreme thing. At most, he would be more depressed and feel more guilty - well, this is not much better.

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The problem is... it's really unavoidable.

Even Tolstoy and the young Dostoyevsky who are in a period of confusion will not easily change the ideas they adhere to.

"What about Tolstoy?" Beihara and Feng pressed their temples and asked directly.

Since I, an idiot like myself, can't think of any solution, I'll leave the problem to the script team.

"..." Fyodor was also stunned for a moment. He didn't seem to have expected that the other party's first reaction would be this. He paused for a moment before replying, "My relationship with him is not as close as you think."

Kitahara and Kaede looked suspicious.

Not to mention that according to his current observations, Fyodor's sense of Tolstoy is definitely not bad. Just considering the intricate, love-hate (?) relationship between the two people in the third dimension, the relationship between the two people There was no profound story, and he was the first to not believe it.

"...And he knows what path I will choose." The young leader of the Dead House Rat looked at the other party's undisguised expression of doubt and said slowly, "He acquiesced."

In the dim light of the hall, Mary, or Natalia's singing voice was still floating. It was sad and ethereal, like a dream in which all the bustling dust had been shattered.

The atmosphere between the two people fell into a strange silence, and no one seemed to want to speak.

"There's nothing we can do about it if we don't acquiesce. He can't trap you in Moscow forever." In the end, the traveler took the initiative to break the strange silence.

His eyes turned to the stage again, with a touch of helplessness and boredom in his orange-gold eyes: "But I can't say much. Everyone has his own path, and there is no need to change for anyone."

Was Fyodor wrong? No, his ideals could even be said to be lofty and lofty.

The fire that wants to melt the entire ice sheet, the fire that wants to create a better new world - its charm does not come from the appearance, but the heat and light that fight against the cold and darkness.

It's just that this kind of heat and light is also a kind of arrogance and indifference that ignores life... But even if the change of inherent things is inevitably accompanied by sacrifice and countless deaths, this kind of superior attitude still makes people dislike it.

Travelers never want to make any comments about Fyodor. The merits and demerits are left to future generations. Contemporary people always have more or less limitations from a contemporary perspective.

Although no matter what, it can't stop him from being unhappy with this kind of disregard for life.

On the stage, Mary's singing came to an end, the chairman stood up, and a rich baritone voice sounded:

“In the past, plagues like this would

Apparently visited your peaks and valleys,

Shore and flowing creek

Sadness can be heard everywhere,

Shore and flowing creek

There is also a happy and peaceful present in the paradise;

How many brave, kind and just people died,

No trace was left in those dark years

There is only a simple, desolate and beautiful pastoral song...

No, nothing can make us sad in our joy,

Except for the sound of pain that rings in our hearts again!"

"You like this show?"

The traveler blinked. Even without looking back, he knew who said this. After all, there was only one person beside him.

"I like it very much." Beihara and Feng changed their positions and continued to lean on the back of the chair, looking at the stage intently. "Actually, I think you should also...well, I don't necessarily like it, but I guess you won't hate it either?"

"Why do you say that?"

"Ah, because they are both fire." The traveler finally changed his gaze and looked at the other party with a scrutinizing look, "Although they are completely different flames."

"Fire?" Fyodor tilted his head and looked over. It was obvious that he was very interested in this metaphor.

"You are the eternal fire burning on the ice sheet, and Mr. Nicholas is the wind that likes to circle around the fire all day long."

Beiyuan Hefeng raised his eyebrows. To be honest, he didn't want to deal with this kind of brain-consuming back and forth testing, so he simply told the truth: "Then... Alexander is the dazzling sun, and Elizabeth is the thread connecting love and fate.

Tolstoy is the flower that blooms on the bones and ruins of war.”

The other party seemed to be silent for a while, and after a while, he finally said: "What about you? How would you describe yourself?"

what about me?

It was the first time that someone heard this question. Kitahara and Feng opened their eyes slightly and looked at each other in surprise. After discovering that there was a serious look in the other's burgundy pupils, they were a little dumb for a moment.

In fact, he had also thought about this problem in his mind, and even looked at himself in the mirror from this perspective.

But there was nothing. Not even the almost transparent and inconspicuous light from ordinary people could be seen.

"A... mortal chasing light." Kitahara and Kaede thought for a while, and then answered with a smile.

He has always been very clear about his position.

He is not one of the brightest stars in human civilization; nor is he one of those great men who have the desire to change the world; nor is he one of those strong-willed people who can continue to hold on to their ideals no matter what kind of blow they suffer.

He is just chasing these bright lights in human civilization.

Beihara and Feng bent their eyes and looked at Feodor, who still looked quite young, with a smile in their tone: "Why, it's a bit surprising?"

"Indeed, but it makes sense if you think about it carefully." Fyodor seemed to have no intention of hiding anything and nodded to him, "I'm just a little curious about how you developed a character like yours."

"Children should not be so entangled in the past of adults."

Beiyuan and Feng let out a "tsk", raising the corners of their mouths in a playful arc, then reached out to hold each other's head and rubbed it hard, "It's very impolite -"

Gee, it’s cool to have “War and Peace” on your head. At least during the last period of time in Moscow, you can have as much fun as you want.

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Fyodor:......

The rice ball hamster, who was still a cub, tidied his hair silently, feeling that most of his desire to talk to the other person disappeared in an instant.

"There's no need to be so insistent on talking to me, right? After all, I'm just a super harmless traveler. My only wish is to be able to travel safely without getting involved in any trouble."

It was the traveler's turn to feel helpless. He really couldn't figure out why Mr. Tuo paid so much attention to him.

Tolstoy was the friend he made by himself, Elizabeth because she saw the "future", and Woolf because of Elizabeth's accident with Chun Chun.

So here comes the question, is Mr. Tuo interested in me so much because of Tolstoy?

"That's true." Mr. Fyodor gave a smile that looked fake, "but it's really curious."

Okay, the script team has a boring desire for control, coupled with a curiosity that is even more outrageous than a cat.

Beihara and Feng raised their eyes, feeling a little regretful that they didn't hear the answer they wanted.

"It's just bad luck and a small talent of being able to see other people's souls. What's there to be curious about?"

The traveler briefly came to a conclusion for himself, then turned his head and continued watching the play that was reaching its climax.

At this time, the baritone on the stage was singing "Ode to the Plague" from "A Banquet in the Time of a Plague". The tune seemed to have been chosen from a certain Russian folk tune, full of free vitality and passion for life.

It was also the passage that Pushkin wrote freely in the bar.

If in the original world, it represented the courage and awakening of "people"; then in this world, it can represent the rejuvenation of a nation after the war, and also represent the nirvana and rebirth of a poet.

"I am happy to go to the battlefield and fight in person."

Kitahara and Kaede closed their eyes, and in the library in their minds, the book named "Pushkin's Collected Poems" slowly opened.

He gently responded to the tune of the song, slightly bent his knuckles, beat the beat on the chair, and repeated in a low voice:

"Happy to face the abyss without fear."

“Happy sailing on the roaring ocean—

Heavy dark clouds and rolling waves."

"I enjoy the strong wind blowing people away from their direction."

This sentence was picked up by Fyodor next to him. Although the young man's voice still had a childish flavor, it also had a calm temperament.
To be continued...