Miss Woolf was very dissatisfied, and even had the illusion that she was "leading a wolf into the house." But there was nothing she could do about it. Under the light glances from her boss and the calm threats of vacation, she still shrank in muttering.

The tail ran away.

Kitahara and Kaede watched each other go away, silently saying "Have a good journey" in their hearts, then turned to look at Elizabeth, pushing their wheelchairs and walking slowly on the streets at night.

The evening breeze blew through the treetops that had sprouted new buds, mixing the original cold smell of ice and snow with a hint of fresh grass and leaves, and calmly rolled through the tips of their noses.

The stars in the sky are very bright, rising and falling quietly in the dark night, just like the lake surface that is shimmering in the sun during the day, and has a softness like silk.

Colorful rainbows flowed on the land belonging to the city, and they dropped down like waterfalls, gathering into a rainbow-colored lake. Countless bright pearls splashed out and sank quietly into the lake water.

——Extremely cold, but also extremely romantic Moscow.

"Mr. Kitahara."

"Miss Elizabeth."

The two people's voices sounded almost at the same time. After discovering that the other party had also spoken, he was shocked and couldn't help but laugh.

"Anyway, it's nice to meet you." Kitahara Hefeng narrowed his eyes and said in a gentle voice, "Thank you very much for allowing me to participate in this rehearsal."

"Huh? No. Although I came to see you, the proposal to invite you was actually made by Mr. Pushkin and Natalia."

Elizabeth pinched the corners of her clothes uneasily, and then quickly realized that her behavior was inappropriate. She immediately put it down as if nothing had happened, and asked in a polite and polite tone: "Is there anything else, Mr. Kitahara? He is already eight years old."

That’s too much, you probably have other things to do.”

Although she was a little regretful, but... she was very lucky to be able to stay with him for so long! She originally just hoped to say a few words.

What's more, Mr. Kitahara seems to have bad luck to begin with. If he becomes more unlucky because of himself, it will be his own fault.

"There's no need to worry, Miss Elizabeth."

Beitahara and Kaede seemed to know the thoughts passing through her heart, and helplessly stretched out their hands to rub her head, comforting this girl who seemed frightened and worried about gains and losses because she valued love too much: "Have a little more confidence in yourself."

He knew his situation well. He already had enough troubles, and it didn't matter if he had more troubles. What's more, he didn't think that such a girl would bring misfortune to others.

In other words, being able to meet her and be liked by such an optimistic and strong girl is a blessing in itself.

"...I know!" The eldest lady from the British Empire pursed her lips and raised a bright and flamboyant smile, "I want to become one of the greatest poets in England!"

Kitahara and Kaede raised their eyebrows, pushing their wheelchairs through the shadows cast by tree branches on the street. Occasionally, there were melodious sounds of birds rising and falling on both sides of the street, like the mellow and lovely tail notes of a serenade, hidden in the intimate evening breeze.

To be honest, he was actually very curious about what role he would play in the world of this young lady in the future that the other party saw.

A guide? A mentor? A simple friend? Or a simple passerby who meets by chance?

But even if it's a chance encounter, as long as you actually talk to such a girl, it's hard not to like her.

Those strong, bright and dazzling sides will always be captured by others even if I don't feel them at all.

Kitahara Kazuka blinked, and said with a smile: "Then Miss Poet, who will become one of the greatest poets in England in the future, would you mind signing the book for me?"

"Huh?" The eldest lady turned her head away awkwardly, but suddenly turned back. The surprised look in her beautiful eyes flashed away, and then quickly turned into the arrogance and reserve of a noble family background, "Kitahara

Sir, don’t you think it’s rude to make this request in front of a lady after we’ve only known her for such a short time?”

Hmm...but I don't think you care about this either?

Beihara and Feng looked over innocently. Of course, he would not say what he was thinking. He just deliberately showed a look of regret: "Is that so? I thought we were friends. After all, Miss Elizabeth

Did you just take care of yourself and confirm our friendship when we first met?”

The expression is so exaggerated...

Elizabeth twisted her fingers in confusion, wanting to give the other party a look of condemnation, but the last time they met on the street corner, it was she who took the initiative to speak.

It would be nice if I wasn't so impulsive at the time, and I wouldn't be so entangled now... But if the other person really appears in the same city as me, it would be a pity not to go and see it.

The traveler lowered his head, looked at the tangled woman in the wheelchair, and smiled helplessly, feeling like he was seeing a cat.

It's still the kind of stray cat that likes you very much, but doesn't dare to get close because it feels too dirty. In the end, it just tentatively wants to rub its tail against you, but you reach out and grab its tail.

"Elizabeth." Beihara and Feng took the initiative to speak, interrupting each other's thinking, then leaned down slightly and looked seriously at her pair of light brown eyes.

"I'm very happy." He said every word, his orange-gold eyes full of sincerity, "I'm really happy to meet you, Elizabeth."

It would be a pity if I didn't meet it.

A bright and shining soul.

A true miracle in the name of love.

A poet who still chooses to smile in the face of adversity.

——You deserve the love of others, and you will be the pride of everyone who knows you. You will be the most respected female poet in England in the future.

Kitahara and Feng looked at each other's eyes widening a little, and then with a smile, they reached out and took out a notebook and a pen: "So you want to sign? Miss Elizabeth?"

"..." Elizabeth looked at the book where several names had been written, feeling as if she had been hit by a silence spell.

And by the way, the emotion that had surged up because of this sudden straight shot was instantly overturned.

Forget it, just feed the dog. It’s not like you don’t know what kind of character the other person has.

Miss Elizabeth sighed quietly in her heart, and then wrote her name skillfully in the notebook.

"Elizabeth Barrett Moulton-Barrette"

"I guess that Woolf guy must have said something to you." Miss Elizabeth closed the notebook, handed it over with the pen, and muttered in a low voice, sounding a little unhappy, "That's too much.

ah……"

She has never lacked sensitivity to people's hearts, and now that she has calmed down, she naturally understands the joints involved.

However, rather than being dissatisfied with being "sold," she felt more complicated about being protected.

She is obviously the one who should protect the other party... What kind of boss is she who needs to worry about her subordinates?

"I can't help it, that's how I care about others."

The traveler took the things back into his arms, coughed awkwardly, and at the same time skillfully lit a candle for Miss Woolf in his mind.

This is not what I said, it was Elizabeth who guessed it herself. Well, I wish you a good journey.

"If you want to write poetry, write sentences that express your soul. If there are people you want to meet, go and meet them. I believe they will also be happy to meet you."

The traveler let go of the hand pushing the wheelchair, raised his head, looked at the bright stars in the sky in the distance, and spoke firmly as if he was saying a prophecy that was destined to come true:

"Whether it is for you or for them, meeting them will never be a regretful thing. So, don't hesitate to meet them, Miss Poet."

"You will receive love because you deserve it."

The traveler from another world looked at the familiar yet unfamiliar sky and laughed easily: "If one day you plan to enter the grave of marriage, don't forget to call me."

I look forward to you meeting Browning who can tolerate everything about you, meeting friends you can chat with, and meeting more people who love you.

Kitahara and Kaede couldn't help laughing when they thought of the Brownings in the third dimension.

How great is the power of love?

Big enough that one person's unreserved love can warm another's suffering soul. Big enough to allow a person with paralyzed legs to stand up again. Big enough to condense one of the most immortal and great poems in the world.

Elizabeth's body stiffened, and her ears suddenly turned red, as if her hair had been fried by static electricity. She quickly retorted: "I don't know how! That guy Browning is an idiot, a big idiot!"

You can say whatever you like, although I feel that your current state is more like shy...

The traveler blinked, thinking a little funny, then took a few steps back, interrupting the other party's shyness: "By the way, I suddenly remembered that if I don't leave, I will be late for tonight's train. Let's go first.

Goodbye, Miss Elizabeth."

"Uh-huh..." Elizabeth was caught off guard and looked up at the other person, opened her mouth, and finally showed her signature bright smile, "Well, see you then! Have a good trip!"

"I wish you a safe journey, I won't send you back." Kitahara and Kaede smiled at her, then turned and walked towards the hotel - his luggage was temporarily stored there.

Elizabeth watched the other party's figure gradually disappear at the corner of the street, then glanced at a dog being led by someone else and made up her mind on the spot.

Let’s not talk about anything else about today. Flesh, your vacation this month and next month is gone!

A certain dog who had returned to the house and was waiting for his boss to come back said: "Sneeze!"

I always feel like I was talked about by someone just now. It must be an illusion.

Of course, no matter what kind of undercurrent is behind this incident, it has nothing to do with travelers now.

After successfully saying goodbye to the girl and the boss in the hotel, and proving to the girl that he really had not touched a drop of wine, Kitahara and Kaede took a taxi and slowly arrived at the train station with their suitcases.

"Well, it's snowing again?" The traveler dragged his luggage to the edge of the platform, curiously stretched out his hand, trying to catch the small white dots fluttering in the sky, and then found with some regret that the other party turned into a white dot before it fell into his hand.

A drop of water.

"Forget it, it really can't be picked up." Beihara and Feng sighed softly, retracted their hands, simply arranged their clothes again, and buried half of their heads in the thick scarf, "Before I said that,

It seems that I forgot to say goodbye to Pushkin, but Elizabeth should have told him... maybe?"

The traveler thought about it uncertainly, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt that something was wrong.

"Forget it, I'll just write a letter and apologize when the time comes." Kitahara and Feng shook off the snow on their clothes guiltily, and continued to drag their suitcases towards the noisy crowd gathered on the platform.

"Woo————"

The loud train whistle sounded, and the bright lights suddenly pierced the dark night. Beihara and Feng turned around and saw a bright light group approaching them quickly.

Seen from a distance in the darkness, it looks like a brilliant comet with a long tail.
To be continued...