Until the two people arrived in Dusseldorf, Anthony still didn't understand the logical relationship between the two.

It was clearly Kitahara and Kaede who put up the flag, so why did it hit them when it fell down?

But no matter what, out of various aspects of trust, Anthony was already lying on his notebook in distress, thinking hard about how to tell a story.

"You can write roses."

Miss Rose's bottle was next to him. The flower nodded reservedly and proudly: "I allow you to write a biography of me. Of course, the premise is that you can truly portray my beauty and uniqueness.

The image of…”

She felt that what she did was a great "gift": this was an important matter regarding her own image, and if it weren't for Anthony, she wouldn't have given others the chance to evaluate her.

It's a pity that after watching it for a long time, the other protagonist finally honestly admitted that he really couldn't describe the brilliance of this rose, and turned to ask the traveler another question:

“Can I write about butterflies—the story of two butterflies meeting a flower?”

"I don't think it's necessary to write it so early...we may not be able to see each other."

Beihara and Feng's eyes drifted away with some guilt, pretending that they were looking at the scenery of Dusseldorf: "How about meeting our tenants first?"

As the main artery of German industry, Dusseldorf's cold and hard colors make up its appearance, like a piece of hard quartz.

But unlike "industrial" cities where most of the buildings come from regular modern assembly lines, every building here appears to be extremely twisted, and at the same time, its sharp edges and corners show off its own unique edge.

——Industrial and modern forests.

This was the deepest impression that Kitahara and Kaede left in their hearts when they first saw this city.

Although many people like to use the forest of steel to describe the city, it is only here that it is like a forest. Each "tree" grows its own look, and is never the same as others.

This is another kind of living creature made of reinforced concrete and soil. It lives in this world just like grass and trees, and it also has a silent and tough soul.

The blond child holding a book looks a bit out of place in the background of this cold and gorgeous city, but it has a subtle sense of harmony.

"That's why Beiyuan is so unsure of his luck." Anthony stood on the table and whispered to Miss Rose.

Rose shook off the dewdrops on her body, and when she heard this, she temporarily forgot about the depression that the other party did not intend to write about Rose, and laughed briskly in the wind.

In the end, the little prince did not write the story of two butterflies. He planned to write the dream he had last night: it was a fairy tale about the thorn bird and the rose.

[The thorn bird is looking for the sharpest thorn in the world. It flies silently, chasing the direction of the sun, looking for a thorn that can penetrate this soul.

It has been flying with the sun and has never rested on the earth.

Until it was flying over a certain canyon, it saw a jungle with sharp thorns. Gray-brown thorns with sharp thorns that looked very indifferent.

"I have never seen thorns like you." said the Thorn Bird. "You look so cold and sharp: it's a pity that it is not the one I am looking for, otherwise I could sing a song for you."

"Thank you for the compliment. But we are roses, not thorns." They replied softly under the canyon, and the wind carried their voices far away.]

Anthony looked at the notebook in front of him for a long time, not knowing what to write next, so he simply drew flowers, birds, and sharp thorns on the edge.

After all, he hasn’t dreamed about the content behind this story yet!

Kitahara and Kaede, who didn't notice that their children had already started fishing, yawned and waited for the new tenant who was said to be coming here today.

In any case, I hope that the person I live with in the future will not be Nietzsche. Although he does like this philosopher very much.

But this kind of logic is as unpredictable as a cat, and it is also a bit irritable and neurotic, and it is very difficult to get along with people. As expected, it is better to watch from a distance.

The most important thing is that he really doesn't want to increase the number of cubs he brings, and he doesn't want to provide psychological counseling to the confused older children.

Let’s tell a joke: He didn’t have as much experience in teaching and psychological counseling in his previous life as he does in this life…

"Ding dong"

Two polite doorbell rings.

Kitahara and Kaede blinked and looked in the direction of the living room door. Before they could say anything, Anthony, who was drawing next to him, ran to the door and curiously tried to see through the peephole.

people.

Of course, due to his height, the child couldn't see anything clearly - he just saw a blurry color patch that seemed to be on the ceiling.

The knocker coughed twice, his voice sounding a little reserved and shy: "I am the tenant who just arrived today, Friedrich Wilhelm Nietzsche. Excuse me, is there anyone inside?"

"..."

Kitahara and Kaede silently carried Anthony away who was leaning against the door curiously, then opened the door and showed a standard business smile to the young man who looked reserved and serious outside the door.

Although he felt that his smile was almost unbearable.

Everyone, I see Nietzsche now. He is standing at the door. He looks only sixteen years old. He looks very polite and even uses honorifics to people... Should I advise him to stay away from philosophy in the future?

"I am Kitahara Kaede. This is my child, Antoine de Saint-Exupéry."

The traveler glanced at the young man in front of him and sighed silently.

The other person looked a little thin, and the expression on his young and childish face looked unusually reserved and silent. The whole person looked a bit reserved and withdrawn.

It was difficult for him to connect the man in front of him with the Nietzsche in his superficial impression. The young man in front of him looked completely different from the philosopher who spent the last few years of his life in madness.

No, they are indeed two people. Different people living in different worlds.

"And my rose! Just call her Miss Rose."

Anthony pulled down Kitahara and Kaede's sleeves, stuck his head out, and happily greeted Nietzsche.

After he discovered that the other party did not seem to be Mr. Zarathustra, he felt a lot more lively, and he even liked Nietzsche a lot more.

Kitahara and Kaede glanced at each other helplessly and reached out to touch each other's hair: At most, they were just writing a short story every day to practice. As for showing such excitement?

After all, it is also the projection of a certain writer in the third dimension. Why is there such a big gap?

"You can call me Freed."

Nietzsche pursed his lips, glanced quickly at the interaction between the two people, spoke a little cautiously, and then showed a smile on his face: "Nice to meet you. My room is...?"

"Right here."

Anthony reached out and pointed in the direction of one of the rooms, his eyes fell on Nietzsche's suitcase, and he tilted his head in a friendly manner: "Do you need our help?"

"No, it's not necessary." Nietzsche blinked subconsciously - this young man who has not yet begun to study philosophy has a pair of very beautiful golden eyes, which are like aggregation of light, very capable of attracting attention.

He looked a little hesitant, but finally smiled slightly and rejected the proposal: "I can do it myself."

The young man moved his luggage into the hall almost carefully, and then stopped awkwardly, as if he encountered some huge confusion.

Kitahara and Kaede sent Anthony to his room to water the roses, and then glanced at Nietzsche, who seemed to be getting anxious under his clumsy social disguise, and suddenly realized something.

"By the way, I suddenly remembered something."

The traveler simply packed up the things on the sofa, came over, held Nietzsche's hand firmly, and smiled softly at the young man.

"Anthony and I packed up the things in that room when we moved in. I don't know if you like it now - why don't you go take a look first and then pack these things later?"

"Um...thank you." Nietzsche glanced at his hand with some discomfort, then bowed his lips politely and followed Kitahara and Feng out of the living room.

The traveler's steps were not very fast, and of course, they were not slow either. It was just that each step was taken very steadily, and the other party was left with a certain amount of reaction time between steps.

Nietzsche naturally noticed this, but he just pursed his lips silently and said nothing.

"Well, this is it." Beihara and Feng stopped and opened the door.

Inside was a small room that had been neatly cleaned, with all kinds of things neatly placed. There was a large handful of fresh orange gold and bright red sunflowers placed on the vase, exuding a light fragrance.

The beige curtains were pulled up, and soft white light poured in. Even the faint dust in the air seemed to be sparkling. The tone of the entire room was gentle and bright.

Nietzsche carefully looked at the room where he would live for a long time in the future, walked around it carefully once or twice, and looked through the window a few times, and finally seemed to feel at ease.

"Thank you." he said.

This boy who clumsily used social etiquette to protect himself raised his head and glanced at Kitahara Kaede. His golden eyes were slightly bent, showing a real smile - even if it was just a flash.

The melancholy and withdrawn temperament that seemed to be inherent in him seemed to be briefly dispelled at this moment.

"No, it's just a piece of cake." Beihara and Feng said "Huh" in surprise, and finally just smiled and said, "As long as you like it. By the way, are you going to have dinner with us?"

"Okay." Nietzsche reached out and touched the books on the bookshelf. He turned his head and looked a little embarrassed. "By the way, I usually play some classical music in the room at night. It may be a bit noisy at night...

"

"It's okay, Anthony also likes classical music. Just don't mind him bothering you every day."

The traveler thought of the little guy at home who was still obsessed with those musical butterflies, showed a helpless look, and then took the initiative to leave the other party's room.

"By the way, if you think it's good, pack your things quickly. The restaurant we want to go to is a little far away. If we don't hurry up, it will be full when we get there."

Beihara and Feng thought for a while, gave another warning outside, and then took the initiative to help close the door.

He noticed the other person's subconscious vigilance after arriving at his new residence, so he considerately left enough space for this sensitive genius.

"Okay, actually Nietzsche is quite cute."

The traveler grumbled and felt a little more at ease with his future roommate.

Although Nietzsche is now withdrawn and sensitive - he seems to have been quite withdrawn and sensitive in any period, but at least he was not so overtly aggressive.

He thought about the other person's eyes that might not be able to see much, then thought about the lonely and tragic life of the philosopher in the third dimension, and finally sighed softly.

I hope Mr. Nietzsche can find his "happiness" in this world.

——In this era where countless geniuses that are difficult for others to understand come together, and on this planet where all writers receive gifts from the world.
To be continued...