When they came out of the best candy store in Berlin, everyone’s hands were full of candies.

It was Kitahara and Kaede who paid.

"Sure enough, I still can't imagine that Mr. Beyonder doesn't even have money to buy candy." The traveler counted the balance and let out a melancholy sigh, "Don't you take money with you when you go out?"

"No way—! Those guys were worried about what would happen if I ate two or three pounds of sugar every day, so they unilaterally banned my right to purchase candies and desserts."

Goethe groaned and said, with deep depression and unhappiness in his gray pupils: "So I can only ask others to buy it... Kant didn't even help me!"

Kitahara Kaede, who was keenly aware of a certain number, felt the corners of his eyes twitch, and repeated with some suspicion: "Two or three kilograms? Sugar?"

"Yeah, two or three pounds of candy, what's the problem?" Goethe replied confidently, looking at his new friend seriously with his gray eyes, "I've already restrained myself..."

Anthony let out a small exclamation from the side.

He was simply envious - after all, there were no such things as tooth decay, diabetes, or high blood sugar in his world.

The traveler was silent for a while, and then slowly said: "I finally understand what they think..."

"Don't think about it! I won't give up the candy in my hand!" Goethe opened his eyes wide and nervously hugged the candy in his arms, like a fox whose fur suddenly exploded, "

Your expression now is exactly the same as Kant's, hell, why don't you just eat some candy!"

Beihara and Feng didn't speak, they just looked at each other with very reproachful eyes.

If you eat two to three kilograms of sugar a day, will your teeth not want it?

"There really won't be any problems. I'm fully prepared." Mr. Beyonder coughed twice and explained helplessly, "You know, it's an equivalent exchange..."

"What in exchange? Do you have a physique that won't cause tooth decay if you eat sugar?" Kitahara and Feng raised their eyes and complained.

"Ahem, don't think so. Equivalent exchange - or the alchemy based on this principle is also very secular. And in this field, if you are too greedy, you will be very unlucky."

Goethe coughed a few serious times, tucked his hair behind his ears, and tried hard to save his image: "I am one of the most amazing alchemists in Europe."

Beiyuan and Feng raised their eyebrows but said nothing.

"Alchemy?" Anthony repeated curiously, holding the candy in his arms, his eyes shining brightly, like the reflection of stars in his eyes.

He is very curious about everything he doesn't know, and he always pays special attention to certain details.

“A means of creating miracles through matching.”

Kitahara and Kaede smiled gently and made a small joke: "How about turning all the candies in your arms into dolls in the scare box?"

The little prince opened his mouth in surprise, and his eyes suddenly became alert when he looked at his candy.

He doesn't like those dolls that scare him and always look extremely funny and unfriendly. Of course, the main reason is that they feel a bit sad.

Although she was smiling, she was about to cry the next second.

——Every time he mentioned this matter, the little prince always said this with some melancholy, and stayed far away from them when visiting toy stores.

"I don't mind..."

Anthony hesitated for a while and gave an answer that surprised Beihara and Feng: "But can alchemy make them happier? What kind of combination is needed to achieve happiness?"

The blond child raised his face, his dark pupils looking melancholy and gentle: "If you can make them happy, it's actually a good thing."

Can alchemy, which claims to be able to transform all things, bring happiness to people?

Goethe was slightly stunned: this was a question he had never thought about before, or perhaps only a clean and clear child would think of this and say it in such a serious tone.

However, he still bent his eyes and smiled softly, looking like a calm and cunning fox: "Of course there is such a formula. But according to the principle of equal exchange, you need to pay...well, ten

Sugar, it can’t go any lower.”

"How about this, do you want to do this deal?"

Kitahara and Kaede silently dropped a candy in their hands into their mouths, feeling like they were hallucinating the swaying plush tail of a fox coaxing children.

In a sense, this can be regarded as the fox's guidance to the little prince, although the style of painting always feels like something is not quite right...

Anthony blinked, looked at the transcendent who was also an alchemist with expectant eyes, and gave the other person his candy: "I promise."

Goethe stretched out his hand to take it, raised the corners of his lips happily, and deliberately lengthened his tone with a bright smile on his face: "Although everyone is different, for this situation, the formula for synthesizing happiness is actually very simple -"

"Just have a friend who will never abandon you, who can understand you, and who will make you feel valuable and meaningful at any time."

Goethe stretched out his hand and pinched the child's face. Looking at the child's expression as if he had not yet responded, he winked at him and laughed loudly: "Isn't that right, Mr. Anthony?"

Kitahara and Kaede watched with amusement as their cub's face quickly turned a light red under the other's rubbing: they didn't know whether it was more of a pinched effect, or more of a shy and embarrassed one.

"I told you not to pinch my face——"

The little prince blushed, muttered dissatisfiedly, turned around and buried himself in the traveler's arms. He groaned for a long time, and finally managed to say a few words: "Sure enough, I still like Beiyuan the best."

"Well, this is really flattering. I thought my status was going to drop again and again."

The traveler helplessly hugged the child who rushed towards him, rubbed his head, and then looked at Goethe who happily stuffed candy into his mouth: "I won't do this next time."

"It's just a little joke, and it's really comfortable to play on a child's face... Okay, just pretend I didn't say it."

Mr. Beyonder pretended nothing happened and put his hands in his pockets, and finally began to answer the question seriously: "Alchemy cannot create emotions. In other words, the emotions created by alchemy are not recognized by us.

"

"Whether it is joy or happiness, love or friendship, we are very cautious about it. All feelings are miracles, and we hope that they will never reach the production line."

Pure emotions are meaningless - according to the most impersonal statement, emotions are just various hormonal feedbacks. In theory, one can control a person's emotions by controlling hormones.

But that's not the case. Emotions are by no means such a simple thing. If you think about it, you will know that human beings have placed too much existence on this little word:

It is the result of every temptation to the outside world, the true feedback of the collision between our own small world and society, and the fact that we are eager, expecting, afraid, and unable to accept certain things.

It is like a beautiful rainbow bridge that connects sensitive and lonely humans to the world. From then on, he will be happy when he sees flowers blooming, rejoices when he hears birdsong, and feels happy because he has pursued the beauty he wants.

The emotions created by alchemy have no "person" in them and have nothing to do with the "world".

"So alchemy can't create feelings. If you want to capture beautiful feelings, it's more convenient to work hard on your own."

The alchemist summed it up concisely and concisely, with a rare seriousness in his gray eyes: "You must remember that no matter emotions or feelings, they are not allowed to be created. Any deliberate distortion of them is a kind of

Blasphemy.”

"Emotions and feelings are not allowed to be created." The child who shrank into Kitahara and Kaede's arms repeated this sentence so that he could always remember it.

He thought of the stars, his own seeds, the old people on the planet, the stories that happened on the earth, the beautiful city and the fairies in it, and his traveler friends.

Without all of this, there would be no point in soaking in happiness every day.

Kitahara and Kaede held the hand of the child who was thinking seriously, and continued shopping leisurely with Goethe. The look at the bottom of his orange-gold eyes was also soft and soft.

"I now believe that you are a man of many friends, Herr Goethe."

"What, it's too much! Don't I look like it?"

"Is this... maybe I couldn't see it before?"

Beihara and Feng tilted their heads and smiled briefly: "Mr. Goethe is a very gentle person. And gentle people usually have many friends."

After all, people always like warmth and softness.

In this somewhat cruel world, everyone longs for someone who can accept their embarrassment and confusion and love them with a serious attitude.

The other party's sense of responsibility and tolerance in treating others is like a burning light in the dark night, which can make countless little flying insects who are tired of the darkness swish and pounce on you.

Goethe opened his eyes slightly, and his expression was dazed for a moment, but he soon recovered and turned into the lazy and calm look he had at first:

"Goodbye, Beiyuan, if you put the subject in front of it, I thought you were talking about yourself."

The Transcendent raised his chin reservedly: "I am not a gentle person. After all, I will not accommodate other people's feelings: the only principle is that I am happy."

Kitahara and Kaede smiled indifferently, looking at the buildings on both sides of the street from a distance, not paying attention to the other's seemingly serious but actually flustered rebuttal.

——Yes, the principle is that you just want to be happy. But every time you feel happy, it is mostly because you can help others walk on a happier path.

The wind blows through this street where there are not many people but not many people. The biting feeling makes people want to shrink their necks. Occasionally, a few dead leaves roll down from the branches, giving people the feeling of shrinking.

With.

The art studio on Unter den Linden has a variety of novel decorations outside, which looks very postmodern and full of an aura of unknown severity.

Kitahara and Kaede looked at one of the sculptures curiously. It was carved out of pure white marble and was a hand stretched out from the pile of rocks. Judging from the small joints and slender and tender fingers, it was very likely that

Belongs to a girl.

The rocks were piled with flowers, almost covering them all. These white marbles were covered with fiery red roses, golden sunflowers, and the essential blue cornflowers.

It's like a flower blooming suddenly from a stone, and suddenly there is color in the paleness, and it is extremely gorgeous.

Each flower is bright and cheerful in the cold winter, and they are hugging each other with their chirping, face to face. You almost think that what they have underneath is not marble, but a vast field with the fragrance of green grass.

The girl's hand stretched out from the flowers and rocks. The marble in the palm was covered with a layer of multi-faceted glass. Like all reflective bodies, it refracted pure and dazzling light in the sun.

It's like holding the brightest light in the world.

"I also like this sculpture very much."

Goethe's eyes also fell on this peculiar sculpture. He put his hands in his pockets and stared at it with admiration for a while: "In the art exhibition held after the war, it won a very good ranking."

War will not interrupt the pace of new life, but in the destroyed corners, new life will rise slowly, with the bright sun and beautiful flowers.

Beihara and Feng looked at the white statue and were lost in thought for a while. Then they seemed to suddenly remember something and asked with a smile: "By the way, if I remember correctly, you seemed to say that if we want

If you want, could you give Anthony a bouquet of blue cornflowers from the bedroom?"

The child who was studying the sculpture blinked his eyes, poked his head out from behind Kitahara Kaede, and looked at Goethe secretly. He seemed very excited about this proposal: he now also has a good impression of this little flower that looks like the sun.

Woolen cloth.

"Eh?" Goethe was stunned for a moment, then laughed suddenly, looking extremely happy, "Of course. By the way, do you plan to come to my house today? I just plan to discuss something with Kant tonight.

Something, but I think it might be better if you were here..."

The German Transcendent tilted his head and said in a brisk tone: "Not only flowers, I can also take you to try our country's snow barbecue - believe me, the taste will be super good! What, do you want to be a guest?

"

"With pleasure." The traveler replied, looking down at the little prince behind him and smiling happily, "Anthony, remember to get back the money you spent on the candy when the time comes."
Chapter completed!