If nothing goes wrong, this should be a pleasant sleeper train journey. You will have a good sleep on the train, and then come to St. Petersburg the next day and check into the hotel you booked in advance...

Well, if nothing goes wrong.

"...So why are you here?" Kitahara and Kaede silently dragged their suitcases to the middle of the private room with double-decker four-bed beds, and asked in a completely Buddhist tone.

"Well, because we happened to be going to St. Petersburg, and by coincidence we were all in the same box?" Fyodor, who was sitting on the lower bunk on the right, turned the page of the book in his hand, thought for a while, and then

Said so.

Beihara and Feng silently glanced at Gogol, who was yelling at the scenery outside the window, feeling a little headache: "That's quite a coincidence. Is there anyone else in this box?"

"It should be gone." Even the young version of Fyodor turned his head and glanced at Gogol, and then said nonchalantly but seriously, "It's really fate."

Thank you, I don’t want this kind of fate.

Kitahara and Kaede sighed, and then sat on their own beds. Although he was a little speechless now, he was in a good mood - even if there were two unexpected little ones during the trip, it would not have any impact, after all, he was still a little bit

Confident that "nothing should happen until I finish writing the chapter."

"Speaking of which, I remember that minors can't book hotels."

"This will trouble Mr. Kitahara. I'm really sorry."

"...Okay, for Tolstoy's sake. By the way, when the time comes, you and Gogol will share a bedroom, is that okay?"

"no problem."

"Well, by the way, I won't drink your vodka version of coffee while I'm here. Drinking is not good for children's health, especially with your condition."

"..."

"Fei Jia! The scenery outside is so beautiful——"

Gogol's cheerful voice sounded, attracting the traveler who was discussing issues with Fyodor to the window, and then he also started to enjoy it with interest.

"Is it a grassland?" The traveler wiped the car window in front of him curiously, making it brighter. He leaned over and carefully observed the scenery outside, "It looks like it is, and it looks like there are many beautiful villages."

…”

With the light inside the carriage and the reflection of some snow that had fallen outside, a faint outline of the scenery outside was vaguely outlined: steeple houses with red tiles and white walls scattered in an open grassland. The lights inside

Most of them are lit up, looking like delicate footnotes in a long poem on the grassland.

There were also randomly fenced fences, and a small church with its own white spire vaguely emerging. Kitahara and Kaede felt that they even saw a shaky little weather vane. But it was too blurry, maybe it was just the shadow of a bird.

But what does it matter? Anyway, the beauty of the night comes from its haziness and mystery, and that everyone can have unbridled imagination about those familiar and unfamiliar shadows - there is nothing wrong with imagining this place as a paradise.

Yes.

"If it's autumn, it should look better. Then there will be a large orange forest." Fyodor also came over, and it seemed that he was also very curious about the scenery outside Moscow. "It can also be seen during the day.

It will be beautiful.”

"But it's great now!" Gogol stood on tiptoes and looked out, making the travelers next to him worried that he would open the window next second or use his own powers to sneak out.

The young man opened his arms vigorously towards the scenery outside the window, his golden eyes seemed to be shining, and his tone was cheerful: "Mr. Nicolai likes this feeling——"

Kitahara and Kaede could understand this. After all, it seemed that Gogol had not been out of Moscow a few times during this period. Being able to go out now would probably make this young gentleman who pursues freedom very happy.

"Well... I can understand your mood. But free bird Mr. Gogol, it's very late now and it's time to go to bed."

The traveler held down the excited Gogol on the left without any expression, and then held down the young demon on the right with his other hand: "Give me a good sleep now, and wait until the next day for anything else."

Let’s talk about it in St. Petersburg tomorrow. When we get to St. Petersburg tomorrow, I will tell you a story called “The Coat.”

He lowered his head, saw the surprised looks on the two people's faces, and sighed slightly.

Although saying this name at this time is a bit self-exposed, but if he wants Gogol to be obedient... he doesn't think he can do what even Mr. Tuo can't do.

As for everything else, come on, he doesn't want to know his image in the eyes of the script team at all. One, not at all, no!

"Huh? It sounds so interesting!" Gogol took a step back with a smile, deftly breaking away from the other party's weak movements, "Especially this name, it feels very interesting."

"Ah, I think so too." The traveler lazily raised his eyelids, feeling a little helpless, "So, good night?"

"Good night, Mr. Kitahara!" Gogol raised his hand cheerfully and said in a brisk voice, "I promise I won't wake you up even if you haven't slept! Right, Fedya?"

"..."

Beiyuan and Feng silently held their foreheads.

When he thought that he might continue to face this situation every night in St. Petersburg, he felt that his whole body was not good.

He’s here to travel, not to be a toy for troubled children! (Tip over the table)

The result of this whole night's work was that when the train arrived at the station the next day, Kitahara and Feng felt that when they stepped out of the train carriage, they must have had two huge black circles on their faces.

That’s outrageousjpg

"Wait a while, there should be a car to pick us up." Kitahara and Kaede yawned sleepily, feeling that they were so sleepy that they were delirious.

He really didn't sleep well last night because of these two little ones. Sometimes he wanted to strangle himself to death for his completely unnecessary sense of responsibility - look at Dostoyevsky and Gogol.

Are there people who need to be taken care of? Even without you, they can still be alive and kicking until eleven years later, right?

But there is no way. The sequelae of being a teacher back then are too strong, and I can't just sit back and ignore it.

Beiyuan and Feng sighed silently in their hearts, ignoring the chirping of the two cubs beside them, and looked up directly to look around.

Elegant classical European-style street buildings, smooth and wide roads, and the Neva River that almost makes people think it is a street at first glance.

The water surface is as smooth as a mirror, reflecting the skylight and cloud shadows, flowing brilliantly in the sun, as if countless gold is hidden.

"It's so beautiful." The traveler raised his head and sighed softly.

The elegance and sophistication of St. Petersburg is completely different from the grandeur of Moscow.

If I want to make an inappropriate analogy, well... the difference between them is like the imperial capital and the capital of world literature?

"Mr. Kitahara, is that the car that came to pick us up?" Fyodor looked along the crowd, his eyes stopped on the license plate of a car, then he reached out and patted the distracted adult next to him, and asked calmly.

road.

"Huh? That should be it."

Kitahara and Feng turned their eyes away, and also looked at the black car, and then smiled easily: "Let's go, go to the dormitory to pack your things first. Do you have anything to do in St. Petersburg today?"

"There are some things." Fyodor nodded politely and looked back at Gogol, who was eager to say something. "After packing up, I may have to say goodbye temporarily."

"Come back in the evening?" The traveler who had expected this for a long time looked at the time on his watch and asked casually, "And the key to your room, I will give it to you directly then?"

Fyodor nodded: "Thank you very much. We will be back at about eleven o'clock. Don't worry, we won't disturb you."

After saying that, he looked at Gogol next to him who looked cute and innocent. He was obviously thinking of last night's drama and felt that such a simple sentence was unconvincing, so he added: "I will

Help keep an eye on Nikolai."

"Fei Jia is too much. I didn't have time to do anything last night!"

By the time you do something, it will be too late! Kitahara and Kaede helplessly rubbed their temples that seemed to be throbbing, dragged their luggage and walked towards the car.

Okay, I can only say that the way it is now is pretty good. At least this time the train arrived safely and did not turn into a trend like "Murder on the Orient Express".

Kitahara and Kaede said hello to the driver, and after confirming that it was the house they were going to, they immediately put everyone's luggage and sat in the passenger seat. They looked at the slowly moving road in front of them and tried their best to move the previous ones.

After thinking about the bright side of things, I finally felt a little comforted.

"Mr. Driver, are we going to the city center of St. Petersburg soon?"

"Is the name of that restaurant called Moscow? It looks so interesting-"

"By the way, is there any place in Moscow where I can perform magic?"

Although the drive to the hotel was punctuated by Gogol questioning the driver in the back seat, it still felt good.

The most important thing is that the question is not about yourself.

Kitahara and Kaede held the thermos cup in which they had soaked wolfberry with both hands, opened the lid and took a slow sip. Their eyes met Fyodor who looked a little helpless in the rearview mirror, and they made a silent gesture.

:

It's hard to have such a close friend.

But it's quite interesting. Little Mr. Fyodor glanced at the person next to him, raised a polite smile on his lips, and then replied with the same lip language: Isn't it?

…

I feel like I'm being shown off by something, it's outrageous.

Beihara and Feng silently retracted their eyes, and then continued to look at the scenery outside the car window. He knew that there was no need to care about these two people - whoever cares about whom is a fool, just ask him!

It snowed all night in St. Petersburg last night. There is still a thick layer of snow all around, with no sign of melting. Only the snow on the streets has been shoveled away, and the snow on the streets and roofs and walls is still leisurely.

Di nested where he should be, taking a nap in the corner of the city.

The traveler looked at the buildings covered with snow, the buildings covered with snow, the river covered with buildings and snow, and the people walking between the snow, the buildings, and the river. Suddenly, for a moment

I had the urge to paint this scene.

In a place like St. Petersburg, even with a casual glance, you can always see the aura that is ready to come out of the composition - not to mention that there are those extremely white snows today?

Kitahara and Kaede touched their chins, wondering whether they should buy some paints, brushes and paper this afternoon. If they found a place like a studio, they might be able to rent a drawing board or something.

"We're here." The owner who came to pick them up parked his car next to an older-looking seven-story apartment, and then smiled sheepishly at them, "Although it looks a bit old, the inside is
To be continued...