"Kitahara—Kitahara—are you awake?"

"I'm awake. And Mr. Gogol, can you shut up for a moment? I remember I didn't invite you to the literary party today."

Beihara and Feng pressed their temples with a headache, then looked at a silver-white head popping out of the window, and sighed slightly.

I don't know why, but I feel like I've had a long dream, but I can't remember the content of the dream clearly.

But it should be a very good dream, otherwise he wouldn't care so much now... So why would he be woken up by this bastard Gogol!

"Isn't this the third volume of "Dead Souls" that has been finished?" Mr. Gogol, who never knocks on doors and only knocks on windows, blinked, "So I came here to participate and take a look at you."

"...Now I'm beginning to suspect that I'm dreaming. Do you actually have the day to finish the third volume?"

"That's too much! Fedya can finish the second volume of "The Brothers Karamazov", why can't Mr. Nikolai finish the third volume of "Dead Souls"——!"

Kitahara and Kaede thought for two seconds, and then answered seriously: "Because the great Mr. Nikolai is a pigeon with ADHD called 'Liberty', and he can't even sit in front of a table for five minutes?"

"...Of course freedom cannot be counted as a dove! Can freedom be called a dove?"

Gogol puffed up his face and protested rationally. Then came some difficult words, such as "free bird" and "writing is too boring", which caused Kitahara and Kaede to laugh all of a sudden.

The air is full of joy.

Of course, the outcome of this was also tragic - Mr. Gogol, who was finally let in with great difficulty, almost demolished the entire house, and it was not until Fyodor came over that he reluctantly "let go" of a certain evil-minded person nearby.

grown ups.

"Only you can control him a little bit." Kitahara and Fengfo, who felt like a husky came into their home, held the tea cup, pushed another cup of tea to Fyodor, and asked smoothly, "Thor

Why didn’t Sty come over with you?”

"There were pigeons on a square we passed by." Fyodor took the tea cup, shook his head helplessly after hearing this, and replied concisely.

"I understand." The corners of Beihara and Feng's mouth twitched, "I should have known."

Lev Nikolayevich Tolstoy, a well-known Russian writer, and a well-known pigeon fancier - the kind who can't walk when he sees pigeons.

If there's anything I'm thankful for, it's probably that the pigeons also like him very much.

This wave, finally going in both directionsjpg

Hey, so why did he use "finally"?

"Speaking of which, how many people are there at this party?" Fyodor asked after finishing his tea, tidying up his clothes a little.

"I'm not sure about this, after all, many people have things to do." Beihara and Feng thought for a while, "Let me think about it, Tolstoy and Turgenev have nothing to do recently, so they should be there.

Pushkin also seemed very leisurely...Elizabeth has been busy with the wedding these days, and I wonder if Woolf and she can spare time."

Having said this, Kitahara and Kaede shrugged and said half-jokingly: "Maybe in a few days, we will change our name to Mrs. Browning."

Fyodor had expected that a certain civet was trying to pull off his hat and held down his hand. Hearing this, he glanced at Kitahara Kaede with some surprise: "Is Miss Elizabeth finally planning to get married? I thought according to her

His character will be delayed for a while."

"Oh, I would like to thank Miss Woolf for her assistance. If it weren't for her, I don't know when these two people would get together."

When mentioning this, Kitahara and Kaede looked like they were fed dog food: "To be honest, every time I go to her place now, I feel like I will be drowned by the pink bubbles around me. Even Woolf

I don’t even dare to stay there anymore.”

Regardless of whether you are a matchmaker or not, you will feel superfluous in that aura of indifference...

"Forget it, let's not mention this." Thinking of this, Beihara and Feng shook their heads and decisively cut off this topic that was too sad for singles, "How are you doing lately?"

"It's very good." The writer who changed the world with his words and thoughts smiled and replied, "Don't worry. I didn't bite my nails, stay up late, eat three wrong meals, or mix vodka with my coffee."

At this point, he paused for a moment: "Of course, I didn't add coffee to the vodka."

"That's good, take care of yourself. Don't worry, I won't snitch on Tolstoy today."

Kitahara and Kaede rubbed each other's heads with joy, with an expression of "You have finally grown up, kid": "If Mr. Dostoyevsky died for some weird reason, it would be an absolute disaster in the history of human literature.

losses."

Mr. Fyodor silently straightened his crooked hat: "...I very much suspect that Gogol's tendency to attack other people's heads now is because of your influence."

Gogol, whose paws were held down by his best friend, said: "?"

"Huh? This is a slander! This must be a slander, right? Gogol has obviously stayed with you longer, okay?"

Kitahara and Kaede pointed righteously: "You obviously also like to touch other people's heads!"

Three seconds later.

"Human head, what human head?" Tolstoy, who was holding the key to open the door, just opened the door and felt that he heard something that should be harmonized. He was suddenly confused, "What are you discussing?"

"Ah, it's about the first war period. Why do humans like to use human heads as meritorious deeds?" Fyodor calmly took a sip of tea, as if nothing happened just now.

"I happened to be composing an article about war recently, so I discussed this aspect with Mr. Kitahara."

"Actually, I think this is because human heads are more representative and more deterrent."

Kitahara and Kaede took the topic without changing their expressions, and continued to talk nonsense: "The human head is the part that gets the most attention in general interpersonal communication, so seeing the human head will be more stimulating. Don't you think so?"

"Mr. Tolstoy!"

The righteous Mr. Nicholas raised his hand resolutely and said loudly: "Actually, they were just discussing... Uh-huh!"

"Gogol, are the apples delicious?" This is the smiling Kitahara Kaede.

"You can tell by seeing Nikolai so happy that the taste must be very good." This is Fyodor with a gentle smile.

"..." This is Gogol with an apple stuffed inside.

Tolstoy looked at some frivolous scenes in the living room, but he didn't think too much - after all, the frivolous behavior of these three people had almost become a daily routine. He was focused on another thing:

"Isn't Turgenev here yet?"

"Yeah, I don't know what happened to me on the road." Kitahara and Feng put away the dangerous expression on their faces and poured a cup of tea for their old friend whom they hadn't seen for a long time. "Maybe someone asked me to find a cat on the road.

"

"Oh, that guy can only do this kind of thing." Tolstoy put the book in his arms on the table and made a customary taunt, "He spent the whole day either looking for cats or helping to pick up the things hanging on the tree.

Balloons on.”

Kitahara and Kaede calmly took a sip of tea.

The thing is, the relationship between these two people that mutually suppressed each other originated in the afternoon of a certain day in a certain year.

The cat Turgenev found carried a pigeon that Tolstoy knew in its mouth, and passed the two men openly.

Then they started to quarrel. From then on, they would inevitably quarrel when they met, and they might even fight if no one stopped them.

Yes, the origin of the matter is that simple.

"Ha. No matter what, I'm better than some idiot who can't do anything except write some words to show off his talent, right? Do you think so, Kitahara?"

Turgenev's voice sounded at the door. The Russian aristocrat whose appearance was quite subtle raised his chin gracefully, with a haughty expression that said, "I've seen you unhappy for a long time."

Of course, everyone present knew that this guy was just a tsundere.

Pushkin, who helped open the door, laughed awkwardly in this tense atmosphere like a Shura field, then quickly ran to the sofa and began to pretend that he was an innocent dead person.

"Ah, let's start when everyone is here." Kitahara Kaede, who was in the center of the Shura field, began to talk about him, "By the way, Pushkin, didn't you write a new poem in the past few days? Let's use this as the opening.

,How about it?"

Pushkin was finally involved in the battlefield:?

No, wait, don’t involve me!

"Okay then." Pushkin, who found that he seemed to be unable to escape, took a deep breath, took out his poem manuscript, and then began to recite it affectionately, "I would like to give this poem to my best friend, Kitahara...

…”

Beiyuan and Feng felt the gazes from all around: "..."

——My name is Kitahara Kazuka, I am a native rabbit who is a big foodie and currently works as a Chinese teacher. I traveled around the world when I was young, so I have many foreign friends.

For unknown reasons, all my friends later became literary giants. Although I was very happy for them, I really wanted to die when I saw them getting together and chatting about my past.

Almost... equivalent to the feeling you get when you see a group of your friends happily sharing the penguin space you had in elementary school.

Kitahara and Kaede listened blankly to Pushkin's poem, which he didn't want to remember a word of, and then heard the doorbell ringing again outside.

"It's rare that it's so lively today." After ringing the doorbell three times, the other party opened the door directly with the key. After seeing the scene inside the door, he raised his eyebrows in surprise, and then showed a bright smile.

"I just happened to bring beggar's chicken and sweet-scented osmanthus duck. Do you want to try our special delicacies together?"

The girl's appearance still looks a bit childish, with a pair of bright and clear amber eyes gently curved, outlining a very beautiful arc. The beige coat is wrapped around her body, covering up the girl's slight weight.

Her figure became more and more delicate and lively.

"Natsume?" Kitahara and Kaede were the first to react after seeing the figure of the incoming person. Their eyes widened in surprise, "Why are you here?"

"My surname is Natsume Qing, not Natsume." The girl named Natsume Qing tilted her head and corrected helplessly, "When are you going to call me by the right name?"

"Ahem, isn't this too exciting?" Kitahara and Feng coughed awkwardly a few times and gave up a place to each other.

I don't know why, but I remember that they met two days ago, but they always feel like they haven't seen each other for a long time.

Is it an illusion...
To be continued...