Kitahara and Kaede looked at the temporarily closed exhibition hall in front of them, and felt that their mood was quite subtle.

How can I put it this way? Mr. Turgenev’s style is really straight to the point. The first time we met, he took me to a temporarily closed exhibition area. Is this really good...

"It seems that you are surprised." Turgenev sat on the table without caring at all, leisurely cleaning the dust on a small accessory with the fine-bristled brush in his hand.

"Yes." Beihara and Feng looked at the decorations around them openly, without any intention of hiding anything. "Generally speaking, outsiders are not allowed to come in and take a look at this kind of place."

This hall does not have any too fancy decorations. It is basically made of pure white marble, which looks solemn and sacred. The complex and exquisite lines and ancient Roman decoration style make it full of historical heaviness and

The elegance of classicism without losing the simplicity and natural characteristics.

The only brilliant colors and light sources in the hall come from the two gold-plated copper chandeliers above: the densely packed candlestick-style lamp branches are slightly curved, dragging up handfuls of bright lights. They are like blooming flower trees, each flower and leaf.

All are one star.

——At night, the east wind blooms flowers on thousands of trees, and even blows them down, leaving stars like rain.

Beiyuan and Feng looked at the lights above and were stunned for a while, remembering this sentence almost for no reason.

If this lamp appeared on the street at night as a floor lamp, it might be like this.

"Don't worry, even if you come in, they won't dare to say anything." Turgenev looked at the small accessories that he had cleaned up, put it on the table with satisfaction, and then jumped lightly

Come down.

This sentence is really... OK, he is worthy of being one of the three great Russian novel masters alongside Tolstoy and Dostoyevsky. He is probably also a transcendent. Although his status in Russia is very embarrassing,

But this privilege definitely exists.

Kitahara and Kaede sighed silently, and then quietly waited for each other's next words.

After all, he is somewhat self-aware of himself. The other party must not have brought him in because he is more pleasing to the eye, but because he probably has something else to tell him...

Wait, could it be that Gogol really took action on that peacock clock?

The traveler took a sharp breath in his heart. For a while, his mind was full of messy things like "juvenile crime, guardian compensation"... Oh, by the way, it seems that Gogol's guardian is not him. That should be fine. It's nothing.

thing?

"Actually, I have always been curious about something." Turgenev glanced at him seriously and said in a very calm and elegant tone.

Although the two of them were about the same height, he created a condescending aura: "Obviously he is not a guy who can give people a sense of security. How on earth did you get along with that glassy Tolstoy?"

friend's."

Kitahara and Kaede, who originally thought that the other party would say something big, were even prepared:?

No, you dragged me here specifically just to tell me this? But then again, news spreads really fast from Moscow to St. Petersburg.

The traveler unabashedly rubbed the corners of his eyes, thinking of the incident that Fyodor had mentioned before, "two people almost got into a fight over a pot of pigeon soup", and suddenly felt deeply speechless.

Anyway, just looking at the tone of "I want to ask you how you became friends with him, but I also want to bury him, it seems that I don't bother to be friends with him"...

He felt as if he understood why Tolstoy and Turgenev in the third dimension could argue about quail and their daughter's education and almost had a duel.

Well, actually this kind of character is quite cute. Even if you writers have become transcendents, even if you change to another dimension, your interpersonal communication is still at the level of elementary school students - is there a problem with this? No problem.

Mr. Traveler, who had seen everything through, silently glanced at Mr. Turgenev in front of him. He didn’t mean to be angry. He just recalled it carefully for a while, and then replied very sincerely: "Well, I hugged him for a while.

Pigeon?"

"..." Turgenev's expression almost stopped after the connotation of success, and his eyes suddenly became sharp, "Did Tolstoy tell you? No, this guy shouldn't be able to tell others about this.

, that should be the little kid in his family, right?"

This seemingly arrogant transcendent raised his chin and let out a mocking laugh from his throat: "Why, Tolstoy finally recognized the reality and parted ways with his little brat? Wasn't he still because of that?

Is this a big fight with me?"

"Ah?" Kitahara and Kaede were slightly stunned by the barrage of questions, and it took them a while to react.

Perhaps before Tolstoy and Turgenev fell out over pigeon soup, the two of them had another quarrel: the one specifically about Dostoevsky.

It seems that the other party specifically reminded Tolstoy about Fyodor's problem. Perhaps he also objected to Tolstoy's adoption of the other party, but was rejected?

Kitahara and Feng were not surprised how they recognized the person in front of them - after all, from the series of actions just now, it was not difficult to see that the other person had an extraordinary ability to "recognize people".

"I don't know about this. After all, this should be regarded as someone else's family matter." After the traveler figured out the connection, he sighed slightly for these two people, "I'm not that serious of curiosity."

"That's true..." Turgenev glanced at him, feeling a little uninterested and no longer interested in continuing the conversation on this topic. "Where are you going to go next? You seem to be pretty good.

For your sake, I happen to have nothing to do, so I can take you for a walk."

"Huh? Me?" Kitahara and Kaede blinked, pointed at themselves innocently, and did not refuse - the Winter Palace has millions of collections, and without a good tour guide, you might not be able to see them for a long time.

Come to know why.

But he was a little confused: "But I remember, you said before that I am the kind of person who can't give people a sense of security?"

"There is no conflict between the two." Turgenev responded lazily, and then took the lead to walk out of the exhibition hall, "A person who thinks about the distant place all day long will never be able to bring joy to others no matter what.

Come to feel safe?"

"Well, I'll just take it as a compliment." The traveler coughed twice in embarrassment.

There is no way around this. He can never stop traveling for others, nor can he stay and settle in one place for a long time.

It was as if there was an urgent mission in his heart. It was urging him to keep moving forward and chase the unknown distance.

"As for what to see..." Kitahara and Kaede smiled, "The Far Eastern Museum, I'm still very interested in these cultural relics stored in the Winter Palace."

Speaking of which, the flower growers in the past life really had many national treasure-level cultural relics in the Winter Palace, and I don’t know what they are like now. This feeling of hoping to see something and hoping to see nothing is really subtle.

"Far Eastern Museum? Most of the exhibits there are related to religion." Turgenev did not notice the complicated mood of the person in front of him, and led the people to the entrance of the Far Eastern Art Museum on the third floor, "I will take you

Let’s go see the exhibition hall about paintings and furniture.”

"Speaking of which, where did the artwork here come from?" Kitahara and Feng asked, then walked in together and looked around with interest.

In addition to the huge crowds of people, what you can see is a huge black screen with various colorful carvings and patterns on it, which looks very consistent with the luxurious style of the Winter Palace.

"Some are historical issues, some were given as gifts, and some came for traveling exhibitions..." Turgenev also glanced at this unusually conspicuous screen, briefly explained a few sentences, and then seemed to remember something, "You go first

Just watch, I'll go out for a while."

The traveler looked at the other person in surprise, then nodded seriously and watched the other person disappear into the crowd.

So how did he manage to bind the relationship between the two of them? Did he also need to say, "Wait for me here, don't move around at will"?

Maybe this is the legendary Jilaiju. Although to a large extent it should be due to Tolstoy.

The traveler, who felt that he was not suitable for wandering around now, sighed and took a few steps forward, intending to take a closer look at the screen in front of him.

The number of people around was not small, and most of them were watching politely outside the cordon drawn with red ribbons. There were also many people taking pictures with their cameras - Kitahara and Kaede did not take any pictures, but just quietly admired the pictures on the screen.

Depicted landscape.

After all, he didn’t pay the Winter Palace’s 200-ruble photography fee. (crossed out)

Kitahara and Kaede stood two meters away from the cordon, looking along the corners of the dark screen bit by bit: from the pavilions and pavilions with ancient charm, to the meandering landscapes painted in emerald green,

Then to the last tourists walking among the mountains and rivers, to the lively world composed of people gathering together...

His eyes swept over the smooth black lacquered screen inch by inch, as if through this screen he saw the gentle rivers and mountains of his hometown in another world.

Even though the painting on the screen depicts a scene hundreds of years ago, even though he belongs to two worlds, even though he has become a person from another country, there is always something familiar flowing in the same blood.

Familiar yet strange.

"But it's still different after all..." Beihara and Feng opened their eyes and spoke softly, not knowing who they were trying to convince.

Even though these things could be said to be exactly the same as what he remembered, they were not the stars in his hometown.

They are completely different existences, just like the literary giants here have their own brand new paths.

So just take a look at them, treating them as substitutes for your previous home is an insult to both of them who are equally unique.

"Speaking of which, the reason why you became friends with Tolstoy is because of your mutual compatibility, right?"

Turgenev's calm and arrogant voice with a hint of concern sounded: "This kind of character will be strong and stubborn when someone is around, and will become particularly sad when no one is around... Tsk, why don't I give you the handkerchief?

you?"

"No, it's really not necessary." Beiyuan and Feng reluctantly suppressed the twitching corners of their mouths and turned to look over, "I don't think it's that serious. It's just an accident."

Then, he saw the other person's eyes that suddenly became more contemptuous and speechless - in short, it was the kind that made people angry just by looking at it.

Well, although Tolstoy does have a good temper, it is not impossible to have trouble with Turgenev. If nothing else, this expression really deserves a beating.

The experienced traveler smiled awkwardly, but did not get angry. After all, he knew that the other party actually meant well when he said this, but the matching look was a bit inappropriate.

Isn't it just tsundere? He has seen a lot of them in his previous life.

"Heh." Turgenev could see at a glance the character of the person in front of him who "actively admits his mistakes and refuses to repent." He didn't want to say anything more and directly handed over the ice cream in his hand, "Pistachio flavored

, do you want it?"

Good guy, so you left just to buy ice cream... So what does pistachio-flavored ice cream taste like?

Kitahara and Kaede took it over suspiciously, looked at the ordinary-looking ice cream cone, and took a tentative bite.

Well, it tastes surprisingly good.

"By the way." Turgenev crossed his arms, as if he suddenly remembered something, and said smoothly, "I saw the little kid in Tolstoy's house, you'd better be careful about him."
To be continued...