Berlin, Tuesday, the flea market on 617th Street is crowded with tourists.

"I never thought in my life that Berliners could be so crowded together and make the scene so lively."

Kitahara and Feng held Anthony's hands to avoid being squeezed by the crowded crowd, and whispered: "Come to think of it, I thought you were the kind of people who have no interest in the excitement?"

"I suggest you carefully observe the abortion content in the flea market before saying this."

Goethe finally squeezed out of the crowd and replied angrily: "Most of the people here are tourists...and don't you think the reason why there are so many people is that the width of the street is too small?"

Although the original street width of Liu17th Street was quite normal, and could even be said to be wide, today both sides of the street are filled with various stalls, leaving only a little space for people to walk in the middle.

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To put it simply, it would be too crowded if four people walked abreast.

Kitahara and Feng looked around. The stalls that almost occupied the entire street were filled with various gadgets. They were not as elegant and formal as those in big shopping malls, but there was something special about the folk.

Lively style.

Anthony also looked at it curiously: There were many colorful trinkets on the stalls here, and several of them were tortoiseshell products with gorgeous colors.

There are also several finely cut glass wine glasses lined up in a row on top, sparkling like diamonds.

Kitahara and Kaede looked at a bird toy that could move on its own in amazement. It is said that if you click on its head, it will spread its wings and scream.

The most interesting thing is that this bird seems to be made purely from brass machinery. The large and small mechanical gears fit together perfectly. The chain belt and the polished copper sheets together form this rebellious bird.

It has a fantasy steampunk style.

"Kitahara, what are you looking at... Oh, this bird, only in a place like this can you see such a novel thing."

Goethe turned his head and noticed the brass bird, commenting on it with interest: "But if you like, I can also give you one - this is not difficult for an alchemist, but you

Maybe prefer a mechanical rabbit?”

"Let's forget about the rabbit." Beihara and Feng were stunned, and smiled helplessly, "I don't have time to accompany it. I will always worry about this kind of creature that it will die because it is too lonely. It's really bad."

After the traveler said this, he seemed to mutter something in a low voice, but no one could hear him clearly. Anthony raised his head and looked at him with some worry, but his head was rubbed hard.

Kitahara and Kaede smiled nostalgically and continued to look at the stalls around him - it was his first time coming to a place that sold all sorts of gadgets, but this place always gave him a strange sense of familiarity.

It seemed as if I had seen similar scenes before.

Maybe it was a charity sale organized by the high school in the past? Every student would bring some unused gadgets and put them out together as a class to attract customers. The scene was lively and lively, and there were all kinds of weird products.

There are shell necklaces, worn-out ship models, old stamps, beautiful postcards and washi tapes... They are not far from the things sold at these stalls.

He still remembers that his class illegally sold milk tea in order to get first place, and then was reported. Then he found that even if they didn't do this, they still deserved to be first.

Kitahara and Feng thought a little funny about the childish things they and others had done back then, and couldn't help but shake their heads.

"Speaking of which, do you have any suggestions for visiting here?" He asked Goethe, a local, a little curiously. "There are too many stalls, and it's a bit crowded. It won't be possible to finish them all in a while."

"Don't expect me to give you any meaningful advice."

Goethe glanced at him gloomily, obviously feeling a little unhappy that the other party rejected his excellent suggestion of a mechanical rabbit: "I haven't been here many times...but I can point out the actual prices of things here.

How much is it?”

Kitahara and Kaede blinked.

He thought again of the brilliance of the other party's power that he saw that night, which looked like a scale with golden light entwined on it - or more like golden flames.

What is the meaning of the balance? Is it the measurement and change of value? Or is it like in "Faust", similar to the bet between Faust and Mephistopheles, and Mephistopheles and God?

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But there’s no need for me to figure this out. The traveler pulled his thoughts back and thought indifferently.

In fact, superpowers are not that important. His becoming friends with these people has nothing to do with superpowers. It's just because they are indeed very cute people, that's all.

So he just responded briskly, and then continued to look at the things around him with curious sunshine. He even saw the small stall selling drinks, and the chairs were almost full.

Goethe bought two glasses of orange juice, handed one to the traveler, and then leaned against the pole of the parasol, yawning lazily.

"I just saw someone selling calligraphy, paintings and used books." He asked, "Aren't you going to buy some?"

"These things, in fact, there is nothing we can do about it." Kitahara and Kaede took a sip of ice-cold orange juice through a straw - he swore that this thing must have been iced before, and yawned along with the other person.

He stayed up until three in the morning yesterday in order to prepare a farewell gift for Goethe, and he was still a little sleepy now.

"Because I plan to rent a bicycle and go south, I plan to pack lightly and not bring anything too troublesome. Even our luggage has been checked in. Just buy some smaller things."

And he always felt that the calligraphy and painting composed of various letters... was a bit strange. He admitted in his heart that the calligraphy and painting were still composed of Chinese characters. As for those old books, it was very troublesome to take them away easily.

"Then there's nothing we can do."

Goethe sighed, changed his posture and continued to stand, like a big gray fox wrapped in its tail. The regret in his gray pupils looked a little stronger than the traveler himself.

The traveler buried half of his face in his scarf, looked at the chattering crowd again, and replied with some humor: "It seems like you have been expecting me to take some souvenirs with me."

"Yes." Goethe looked at him for a while, and then nodded seriously. Perhaps because the two were about to separate, he showed a somewhat surprising frankness, "I hope it can help you commemorate this time.

something.”

Your tone is like a fox muttering "Don't forget me" in an aggrieved manner.

Beihara and Feng looked at each other and sighed helplessly.

I also wrote notes about my trip to Berlin in a notebook, and I asked you to sign it before, did you know?

For a moment, he wanted to say this to this fox who was a little afraid of separation, but in the end he gave up.

Well, there is still a bit of a difference between the two.

At this time, the little prince didn't pay much attention to the melancholy atmosphere caused by separation between the adults around him. He was looking at a stall next door, which was different from other stalls. It was not so shiny and dazzling, on the contrary, it gave people

It feels gray.

The little prince knelt down and looked at the dusty badge box on the stall with some surprise.

There are many badges of various shapes here, most of them have the iconic patterns of various nobles, and there are also some incomprehensible logos and avatars.

Among the pile of dusty old badges, Anthony picked up one that looked a bit special: a golden cornflower as the bottom, a red five-pointed star with gold trim firmly buckled on the chassis, and a person's figure in the center.

Profile portrait.

The person depicted has a pair of eyes that look extremely determined, as if flames are about to burst out from them. It is conceivable that if the person is still alive, he must be a guy with such scorching eyes that people dare not look directly at him.

Anthony looked at the badge fondly for a while, wiped off the dust on it, and put it back reluctantly. He ran back and tugged Kitahara and Feng's hands, with a silent expectation in his eyes.

"Okay, I understand." Beihara and Feng nodded helplessly on each other's foreheads, glanced at Goethe who had come over curiously, and smiled, "I plan to help our international friends who finally came here to chop.

What’s the price, Herr Goethe?”

The young Transcendent blinked his eyes, then politely took off his hat and bowed gracefully: "Of course, this is my honor."

The little prince leaned next to Beihara and Feng, looking at Goethe's somewhat exaggerated movements, and showed a strange look.

"Are all the adults on Earth as weird as Mr. Goethe?" He asked Kitahara and Kaede - in his eyes, Goethe was the only adult he knew well on Earth.

In the eyes of this child, it seems that he has his own unique view on whether a person is an adult or a child. Kitahara and Kaede have never figured out why they are sometimes expelled from the "adult status" by the other party.

The traveler glanced at Goethe who was haggling with the other party enthusiastically and quite enjoying it. Fortunately, the street was too noisy and the other party couldn't hear this.

"There is no way. Foxes are always very sensitive to changes. They are good at hiding their true thoughts with strange performances."

Kitahara and Kaede explained a few words vaguely, and then while Anthony was thinking, he pointed to Goethe's pendant hanging on his clothes and quickly changed the topic: "Look!"

The little prince raised his head and saw that his gift, the four-leaf clover, was now well sealed in the glass and hung on his clothes as a Goethe pendant.

The beautiful emerald green is so intense that it almost drips with water, and it reminds people of the vitality of spring at a glance.

"Wow." Anthony watched intently, joy almost instantly filled his eyes, and he felt a little guilty because of what he said before.

Kitahara and Kaede patted the child gently, and then found that the child seemed to be much taller than when they first saw him.

This child is about to grow up...that's right, this age is the time to grow.

The traveler who discovered this felt a little melancholy, so he bought the other party a glass of milk at the drink stall, drank drinks together under the umbrella, and chatted about the growth status of the little prince's flower.

Today's wind is a little lighter than yesterday, but it can make people drunk even more. People can't help but think about whether the saying "the warm wind makes tourists drunk" is an exaggeration or is it extremely realistic.

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During the extremely fierce tug-of-war between Goethe and the stall owners, the flea market was about to end, and people were leaving one after another - in order to maintain Berlin's traffic, the time of this market itself was not special.

long.

Kitahara and Kaede even bought themselves a pen with gray peacock and pheasant tail feathers inserted during this period. The metallic gray feathers have blue-green eye patterns on them, just like a peacock.

These two colors reminded him of the two friends he met in Berlin - the colors of their pupils happened to appear on a magical creation of nature at the same time. There is no more beautiful coincidence than this.

"Okay, luckily you have lived up to your fate." Goethe finally got this small badge at a ridiculously low price, and proudly ran over to show it off to Anthony.

"I have to say, you do have a good sense. This badge looks very distinctive...I mean it is different from most badges on the market. It's a beautiful red color, isn't it?"

"Yeah. I like very bright things." Anthony whispered, reaching out to take the small badge, his eyes fell on the four-leaf clover involuntarily, so he thought about it carefully and took it.

Pin it to your chest.

"I will remember you." He looked at this adult that he couldn't understand and said suddenly, then stood on tiptoes and reached out to hug Goethe, who looked a little confused.

"I will definitely write your name on asteroid b612 when I get home."
To be continued...