"...Thank you very much for thinking of giving me a copy of the first edition of "Resurrection" in the midst of your busy schedule - I almost forget sometimes. I didn't dare to think that I would see this book in the world at first.

Ha ha ha ha.

By the way, I really like the ending of this story. This book alone is enough for you to compete for the throne of the best Russian writer.

Maybe people in the future will see your name in literary history, and maybe they will mention me in passing. A hundred years from now, this story may become a very interesting piece of history."

Kitahara and Kaede breathed on the nib of the pen to make the ink flow a little smoother.

He looked out of the corridor and saw that Anthony was sitting in front of the piano in the courtyard, trying hard to reach the piano keys that were far away, causing Goethe who was watching the excitement to laugh all the time.

The lawn has changed from withered yellow to a green color, and there seems to be still morning dew hanging on it, showing a green and tender softness.

"By the way, I remember that when I wrote to you last time, I mentioned the concert that night? I didn't expect that you would also play the violin... At first, I thought that Fyodor's cello was the same as that of Fyodor.

What did you learn?

Anthony seems to be planning to learn piano recently, which is actually a good thing. It is always good to learn more music. He can also accompany his own roses in the future, which is very interesting, isn't it?

If there is any regret, it is probably that such a big instrument may not be able to be brought back to his star. In the silent universe, human beings are in great need of a little music."

Kitahara and Kaede held their cheeks and thought for a while, listening to Anthony's "Little Star" played under Goethe's theatrical guidance. It was like broken beads on the ground, scattered in a ball, jumping around, almost invisible

The original look.

But it also feels quite cute.

The traveler smiled and ended the letter on this early spring morning:

"Speaking of which, sometimes I think the vitality of nature is a very magical thing. It's like all the stories emerge from the winter soil in one night.

I once heard a poem called "Germany, a Winter's Fairy Tale". But I have to say that spring in Germany always comes unreasonably. Maybe spring is like this all over the world?

Yesterday I bought fresh cornflowers in the flower shop. This small blue flower is really beautiful. And it is especially like the Russian sunflower, which is the same as the sun, extremely bright flowers.

The city of Berlin does not have any particularly stunning scenery - forgive me for saying this, but I did not take any pictures worth seeing this week. The beauty of Berlin lies in the people living in it, at least that's what I think.

But spring is here, and as the grass grows and the lakes thaw, maybe more interesting places will appear?

Speaking of which, I put a cornflower in the envelope. Maybe you can make it into a bookmark if you like: then you may have spring coming a little earlier than everyone else.

The blue color of cornflowers makes people feel happy easily, so just think of it as a small wish from me. I hope Mr. Tolstoy can meet the pigeons who like you as he wishes in the spring. (Draw a smiling face on it.

)

your forever friend,

Kitahara and Kaede

February 17, 2006"

It’s New Year’s Eve again so soon.

Kitahara and Kaede looked at the neat Russian letters on the letter paper, and for a moment it felt like it was the other day.

On New Year's Eve last year, his Russian writing was so sloppy and twisted that he couldn't even read it. Unexpectedly, his Russian writing was now in order.

The traveler laughed, folded the letter, stuffed it into the envelope with the cornflowers in his pocket, and affixed a stamp with the Brandenburg Gate pattern.

And the most important thing is that he is no longer alone.

My friend... for a person who leaves his hometown and walks alone on a road, it is really a very magical existence, isn't it?

Beiyuan and Feng slightly bent their eyes, looked at the two friends in the courtyard, stood up slowly, and asked Goethe curiously: "Speaking of which, why didn't you see Kant today?"

"Because the class schedule has been temporarily changed." Goethe took out a pear from his arms, took a few bites, and then replied leisurely, "You also know that he can teach everything, so every time someone

Whenever I'm temporarily absent, I always come to see him."

What's more, although Kant always complained to himself that his teaching level was a mess, this petite professor with always calm and serious expression was indeed extremely popular in the university.

It can even be said that the students always cheered every time he came to teach, and the crowds of people who crowded over to take classes were packed from the classroom to the corridor, which made many old professors feel that the world is different.

It's just that Kant himself may not be very happy - after all, this kind of thing will disrupt his rigorous and demanding life rhythm. However, with his good temper in front of outsiders, he will not particularly refuse this kind of thing.

.

"That's really hard work. Is there still time for a walk?" the traveler sighed, watching Anthony finally reluctantly play the first section of the "Little Star Variations".

"It shouldn't take up time for walking. After all, this is also Emmanuel's famous habit. Let me tell you, what is a famous sight? Every time he goes out, he is noticed and saluted by people on the street!

"

Goethe finished the pear in two or two mouthfuls, and then threw the remaining remains into the trash can with great skill. His tone sounded a little sour: "Obviously I am the one who transcends... but this guy turned out to be more popular than me.

high."

"Pfft." Kitahara and Kaede couldn't help laughing. They were glared at by a certain fox before they managed to restrain their expressions, "Maybe they just think that such a strict and calm gentleman is cute.

Bar."

"What's so cute? This guy has a lot of problems. He wants to make a Virgo even more than a Virgo like me..." Goethe muttered a few times, looking very unhappy.

Kitahara and Feng said "Huh" and shook their heads at the messy relationship between the two. Then they walked to the piano and ruffled the hair of the little prince who was studying the piano music.

"How do you feel?" The reliable adult looked down, took the child's somewhat red fingers in his hand, and pressed them carefully a few times.

"How strange."

Anthony raised his head, pointed to the five-line staff lined with various strange symbols on the piano score, and complained softly: "The arrangement of these notes is really strange...it doesn't look like the stars in my impression."

Although the stars are indeed very cute and always appear so gentle and dazzling in the dark universe, their light is not so lively, and instead they are immersed in clear loneliness.

The little prince looked at the black and white keys of the piano with some sadness, and suddenly remembered what Mr. Adams said to him one night before he left the planet.

——Did you know that the light we see now actually came from these stars more than a billion years ago...maybe even further. Maybe we are the only intelligent life that has been encountered in this light for more than a billion years.

In the cold and vast universe, every person illuminated by a light is a miracle, and every light that shines on us is also a miracle. It is the convergence of two miracles that allows us to see the stars.

Every star in our eyes is the product of miracles. They say hello to you from a distance of more than a billion years, so you look up and see their lonely and gentle smiles.

Beihara and Feng looked at the child who seemed a little sad all of a sudden, and sighed silently, as if they wanted to say something, but were interrupted the next second.

"Then go and try to play your own star."

Goethe came over at some point, and with a smile, he intercepted what Kitahara and Kaede wanted to say, and took away the music score on it: "If you don't play the sound you like, there's not much point in learning an instrument.

.”

"...Hmm." The little prince looked at Goethe and nodded obediently. He quickly got out of his previous emotions and ran to the traveler's side, looking at him eagerly, looking a little hesitant.

, "Kitahara..."

"Why did you become so clingy all of a sudden?" The traveler half-crouched down in a funny tone and flicked the other person's head. "If you want to play the piano, how about I teach you a method?"

Anthony looked at the adult in front of him with curious eyes: "What method is it?"

"Look." Kitahara and Kaede smiled, pressing a key on the piano with their fingers, "What did you see?"

The little prince's eyes suddenly lit up and he answered without hesitation: "It is the silver moon that rotates reservedly, the soft metal that flows out, and the crystal that solidifies into a dream."

The traveler pressed another button: "What about this one?"

"It's tap dancing! The steps are stepping on the rising notes, jumping up little by little. And the rice growing in the sun makes a loud noise when the wind blows..."

The fingers slide out a string of legato notes on the piano.

"It's a rolling ball, and there are orange flowers playing on the treetops, crowded together with vitality. Orange marbles are jumping towards people, and each one is shining beautifully."

Anthony thought for a while, and then replied in a very happy tone: "Well, there are also Beihara's eyes! Beihara's eyes also look like this!"

Kitahara and Kaede's hands paused for a moment, with a somewhat doubtful look in their orange-gold eyes, and asked Goethe, who was watching while eating an apple: "Eh? Are they similar?"

Goethe put down the apple he had just taken out, thought carefully for a while, and then nodded with certainty.

"How should I put it? Such brisk legato is not very similar to you in person, but it does look similar to your eyes."

The traveler touched his chin strangely: Are the filters in other people's eyes these days so big? Although these orange-gold eyes do look quite beautiful...

Kitahara and Kaede, who were thinking about the problem of their eyes, stood up and gave their place to the little prince who was a little eager to try next to him. At the same time, he skillfully took out a strawberry from Goethe's pocket.

"Speaking of which, are you a Virgo?" The traveler bit off half of the strawberry under Goethe's distressed expression and asked vaguely, "Your obsessive-compulsive disorder is much better than Mr. Kant's..."

"Maybe he was influenced by another 'Mr.' John."

Goethe muttered, his tone sounding like he was gritting his teeth: "So, why do some people get up at noon, work at night, play cards and smoke every day - and more importantly, soak themselves in the smell of rotten apples all day long!"

Kitahara Kazuka: "..."

Good guy, are you so powerful? Could it be that the reason why Goethe disrupted Kant's plans every day was because he himself suffered such treatment back then?

"But I can't see him now. No matter how annoying that guy is, he can't bother me here."

Goethe hummed twice, but his voice obviously gradually became lower: "But he should be in Weimar...probably. But I don't want him to come back, so just stay abroad."

Weimar…

Kitahara and Kaede were silent for a while. This place name was so iconic that he immediately guessed the identity of the person Goethe said: "He also joined the seven betrayers?"

"Yeah, half of the seven betrayers are my acquaintances. It's so damn outrageous."

Goethe thought about the seven reckless idealists, and suddenly felt a toothache: What kind of people did he know back then?

However, he soon calmed down and didn't pay too much attention to this matter - no matter what, he always respected his friend's decision and stay, not to mention that the other party was not in trouble now, so he started to share with the travelers with great interest.
To be continued...