In an unknown alley where no one passes.

"I have to say, the space system's superpowers are really useful."

Kitahara Kaede, who successfully escaped in the name of magic, patted his clothes calmly, and found that there was nothing wrong with his painting, he breathed a sigh of relief, and then said with a smile.

Gogol, who had just used magic to hide his sight and activated his powers to teleport the two of them away together with the painting tools, puffed up his face and said nothing.

"It's okay, I'm just letting you get used to the sinister human nature of the adult world in advance... Well, taking on someone else's identity is also a form of magic."

Knowing that they were in the wrong, Beiyuan and Feng guiltily rubbed Gogol's head next to him, then bent down, looked at each other seriously, and promised: "I'll cook you a hot pot next door later, how about it?"

"

"Hey? Do you want to make hot pot?" After hearing the keyword, Gogol became nervous again and suddenly stopped caring about what happened before. He immediately raised his hand and made the request happily, "I want to

Want something spicy—"

"No, Fyodor's body is weak and not suitable for spicy food."

Kitahara and Kaede rejected the proposal mercilessly, but then they thought of the delicious and authentic taste of spicy hotpot, and couldn't help but secretly take a sip, and the conversation also changed: "But I can make mandarin duck hotpot, but I have to

First ask the landlord if he has a suitable pot."

Hot pot... He only bought the ingredients and made it once after coming to St. Petersburg. And the most important thing is that he hasn't eaten much yet.

Although the chopstick proficiency of the other two people is definitely not as high as his, when it comes to grabbing food, the advantage of the space system is so great that the entire dining table has become a place for Gogol's personal performance...

Beihara and Feng sighed, no longer thinking about those sad memories, and unfolded the carefully rolled up paintings in their hands again.

Although the waiting time for watercolor painting is generally shorter than that for oil painting, it is not much better.

Especially when you have just finished painting, the whole paper will be wet and soft due to too much water and paint. If you are not careful, the paper will be damaged.

Fortunately, in the cold Russian air and the strong wind that blows from time to time, the painting dried quickly.

"Well, since you are the model, this painting will be given to you." Beiyuan and Feng turned their heads and glanced helplessly at Gogol, who was standing on tiptoes to look at the painting. They reached out and patted each other on the shoulder.

He handed the rolled-up painting over and said, "What you do with it is up to you."

"Okay, is it for me?" Gogol's eyes lit up, he took it happily, and couldn't wait to shake the screen.

Although the same place is depicted, what is presented in this painting is not a street view on the horizontal plane, but a view slanting down from a distant high altitude.

The first thing that comes into view are the colors that seem to be buried in the ashes of history: the gray-blue sky in the distance, the blend of beige and goose yellow, the dazzling Baroque buildings, the solemn and sacred church rising high, and then to the street

Pedestrians and girls wearing dark blue or bright red dresses...

All of this was simply painted with a few strokes by the artist, and then, through the shaping of light and shadow, they were given both spiritual and physical form, with gestures that were ready to come out - but these gestures were all solidified.

It seems that in a certain moment, a corner of this era was frozen forever, and has been buried in thick dust ever since, never to be mentioned again.

Only the tallest building in the picture, the domed church, shines with a light that transcends the times and even history, and it has not faded even after countless years.

but……

Gogol looked puzzled.

Although he was used as a model, no one similar to him appeared in it.

"look carefully."

The traveler's gentle voice sounded. Gogol looked up and found that the other party's orange-gold eyes were filled with a bright smile:

"Look, what else is there?"

What else is there?

Gogol, who still had a childlike look on his face, tilted his head, unfolded the painting in his hand bit by bit, and looked at it carefully.

The skewed flower umbrella in the girl's hand, the fluttering skirt, the swaying branches on the street, the flying leaves, and the agitating flags...and the subtle shades of gray that cover the entire painting.

It seems that there is an invisible wind that blows from the corner of Nevsky Prospekt in the last century, and then chases the light on the top of the church upward, upward - until it breaks through this period of history and breaks away from this period of solidification.

time.

Even the smoke and dust of the past covering this story seems to be blown up by this gust of wind. It seems that the next moment, it will leave this painting and truly come to reality.

"Wow... is it the wind?" Gogol blinked, raised the painting high, and turned around to ask impatiently.

Those eyes that were already golden and sparkling seemed to become even brighter because of happiness.

The traveler blinked and then said in a deliberately long tone: "No."

"Why?"

"Pfft, I told you that you are the model, so of course it is you who is being painted——"

Beihara and Feng smiled and stretched out their hands to ruffle each other's silver hair: "The wind of freedom, and Mr. Gogol who is always chasing freedom, how do you feel about this painting?"

Gogol opened his eyes wide, as if he did not expect to hear such an answer. After being stunned for a few seconds, he suddenly laughed.

"Hahahahahahahahaha... Of course, Mr. Nicolai likes it very much!"

The young magician laughed for a while before stopping. Then he wiped away the tears caused by laughing too hard, stood up on tiptoes and hugged the traveler tightly.

This was a very short hug. It was so short that Kitahara and Kaede didn't even react. They saw that young Mr. Gogol had already used teleportation to stand on the high wall of the alley, and his expression returned to his usual lively state.

In a joking manner.

The young man with silver hair and golden eyes looked down at the person in front of him, then coughed reservedly, opened his arms high, and announced loudly:

"So! In order to show his love for it, Mr. Nicolai decided to burn the painting when he returned!"

Burn it...

Beihara and Feng looked at each other, pondered for a few seconds, and then asked the soul question: "So, aren't you going to show Feodor?"

"...Of course, after reading it for Fei Jia." Gogo added the second half of the sentence without hesitation, then glanced at the traveler, and found that the other party really didn't have any objections, and waved his hand happily.

, "I'm going to find Fei Jia! You go buy the hot pot ingredients yourself. I will go back with Fei Jia and wait for you!"

"Wait a minute, you really don't want to help me carry the hotpot ingredients... uh, forget it."

Kitahara and Kaede watched each other disappear in an instant, and before they even had time to say a complete sentence, they silently held their foreheads and felt what it meant to be heartbroken.

Damn it, obviously space powers are perfect for shopping!

Of course, the most important thing is that he still has a lot of painting tools on him, so it is not easy to go to the supermarket to buy things.

"It seems I can only be a little tired." The traveler looked at his big and small bags, sighed slightly, then picked them up and walked out of the alley.

He was not surprised that Gogol decided to burn the painting. After all, the wind in his paintings, no matter how hard he tried to make it break through, was still in the painting.

"Only when the painting is destroyed can the wind in it truly be free and become the eternal wind in the sky?"

The traveler smiled and did not comment on this idea. He just shook his head and walked out of the alley.

As someone who also pursues freedom, he has no way to refute Gogol's views in this regard.

After all, if he hadn't been completely thrown into a different world by fate, he probably wouldn't have decided to embark on the road of traveling around the world so freely.

"Hey, long time no see, Xiao Beiyuan."

While walking on the road, someone stopped him rudely and interrupted his thoughts. Beihara and Feng raised their eyes: "..."

Who are you? Are we that familiar?jpg

"Mr. Turgenev, what do you want from me?" The traveler glanced at the other party helplessly. In the past few days, he had been harassed by the other party basically every day and met by chance for various reasons - in a sense, he

Now I feel relieved to see each other.

After all, under normal circumstances, you would only meet this guy once a day, which is quite regular.

"Don't look at me like that. I really have a serious business with you this time."

Turgenev raised his chin slightly, with a playful and teasing smile in his eyes, and then under the alert eyes of the other party, he spoke gracefully and slowly:

"Mr. Kitahara, according to the latest "Russian Psychic Users' Terms of Use of Superpowers", because you are involved in openly using superpowers in historical and cultural monuments and in front of the public without permission, and confusing superpowers and magic.

There is no limit, so please, please come with me for a walk?"

"?" Beihara and Feng's mouth twitched, "Not to mention whether Russia has such a clause, it's not me who uses powers at all, right? I'm an incompetent person, okay?"

"There's nothing you can do about it, after all, you're a minor." Turgenev also sighed, looking very sorry for you, but he couldn't hide the amusement in his eyes, "So we need adults to deal with this."

You have to be responsible for everything."

Good guy, that seems to make sense... what a ghost!

The traveler had an expression on his face that said, "There is still such an operation." His mood instantly became complicated.

What does this mean? Those who deceive others will always be deceived? The way of heaven is reincarnation?

"Pfft hahahahahaha, you don't really believe it, do you?" Turgenev looked at the other party intently for a few seconds, and then burst out laughing, his tone sounded like he deserved a beating as much as he wanted.

"Why do you feel like you're so easy to deceive?"

Kitahara Kazuka: "..."

Tolstoy, I understand your mood very much now, because I also want to beat him at this moment, really.

"So can I leave?" The traveler finally suppressed the urge to "beat this guy up" with his good qualities, and asked in a very good-tempered manner.

He didn't want to find out how the other party knew what he had just done, let alone why the other party was able to find him so accurately.
To be continued...