The rain stopped in Duce.

The traveler packed up his things and embarked on the journey again. He just went to Duce's shopping mall to buy a bottle of wine before leaving.

killepitsch, bliss liqueur.

"There is a very interesting story behind this wine." Kitahara Kaede said happily at that time, and shook his bottle.

In the bottle, the rose-red wine liquid glows with crystal light, revealing a beautiful and melancholy texture.

As if he thought of something, the traveler's eyes showed a smile: "It is a promise made by a winemaker and a playwright during the war."

Although he doesn’t know whether this world and its birth are still like this, Kitahara and Kaede still like this story related to it very much.

The winemaker and the playwright agreed on the battlefield that if they managed to come back alive from the war, they would drink a glass of wine together.

——If the war cannot kill us, then let us have a good pitsch when we meet again in Dusseldorf!

"Sounds romantic, doesn't it?"

Beihara and Feng said with a smile: "If we can still live to see each other again after we are separated in the future, we can drink together then..."

Before he could finish speaking, the other two people stared back with disapproving looks.

——Please be aware of your luck and don’t talk nonsense!

Kitahara Kazuka:...Okay.

So the traveler had to regretfully give up this idea, and planned to give this glass of wine to Tolstoy as a souvenir.

Well, it’s really expensive to send cross-border express delivery these days.

After leaving Dusay, the three of them continued walking in the southeast direction. They didn't have any particularly big goals along the way. They just had the attitude that if they could see it, they would earn it.

On this long route across Germany, several people saw the dense sea of ​​flowers and green shades in April, the mayflies emerging in May, the forest where Little Red Riding Hood ran, the castle where Sleeping Beauty slept, and where Rapunzel lived alone.

High tower.

These fairy tales are like bright pearls, scattered in the German countryside, quietly glowing with their own round but not too bright light.

Even if you don't count the scenic spots they have visited, these alone are interesting enough.

At least Kitahara and Kaede drew a lot of illustrations about Grimm's fairy tales with gusto in the birthplace of these fairy tales, and then sold them to tourists from out of town as the Romans did, and took Anthony everywhere to eat local specialties.

There is also the Cathedral in Cologne. The Gothic architecture is completely in line with the Eastern people's fantasy of that century in Europe - whether it is the sharp church roof or the blackened exterior wall that exudes coldness and vicissitudes of life, they all belong to

Classical atmosphere.

And the Hohenzolle Bridge on the Rhine River, which is covered with 160,000 love locks... Of course, it has nothing to do with them.

But each sweet and thrilling story behind these locks makes people feel surprisingly romantic when they take turns to look at them.

I heard that even the war that year did not damage the love locks on this bridge, and even more.

"If Anthony were a little older..." Kitahara and Kaede said a little regretfully when passing the bridge.

Before Antony himself had time to react, Nietzsche showed a strange look in his eyes.

"I'm talking about him and his rose...forget it, it always feels like it's getting darker and darker."

Halfway through Beihara and Feng's words, they received Miss Rose's expression as if she was about to turn into a piranha in the next second, and couldn't help but coughed twice in embarrassment: "You think I didn't say that?"

They soon left Cologne and visited Frankfurt, the confluence of the Rhine and Main rivers.

When they passed the Museum Avenue to see Picasso's paintings, a blue-gray pigeon was perching on the messily painted wall. When they saw them, they cooed softly, looking comfortable.

"Picasso would have liked this pigeon." Nietzsche said with some certainty as he looked at this bird with its unique foothold.

Anthony raised his head, greeted the bird, and then replied seriously: "But the pigeon said it didn't know Picasso."

"Isn't it possible to coexist..." Kitahara and Kaede took a photo of it with a camera and said quietly, "I believe that the pigeons in Moscow will never know Tolstoy."

The next city we passed was Nuremberg: the city that belonged to "The Nutcracker" and the toy capital of Germany.

Nietzsche strongly rejected Kitahara and Kaede's attempt to pick out a toy for him in the city.

"Anyway, dolls are not suitable for people my age!"

"Okay - then the only gift is Anthony's fox doll. After a long trip to this city, I only took away so few things..."

"Hey? So why is it a fox? I thought this was for Mr. Goethe."

Finally, in May, they reached the German-Austrian border, Passau.

The three rivers Ilz, Inn and Danube meet here and flow together to Austria, rushing towards the distance without looking back.

The intersection of three rivers of different colors is also one of the most beautiful wonders on the German border.

"So I feel like we're a little silly doing this."

Nietzsche, a sickly person who was not in good health, was the only one sitting on the rocks fishing. He shook the fishing rod to scare away the hooked fish, and at the same time asked sincere questions:

"Why don't we go to the river, but here we observe what happens to a mayfly from birth to death?"

The sun was shining brightly on this day, and there was no feeling of humidity even near the water. The air was dry and fluffy like cotton—but Anthony felt it was more like cotton candy.

That's right, the air mixed with the aroma of vegetation, flowers and earth does have a sweet smell, like some kind of unique candy.

"Because I took a look at it from a distance on the way here?"

Kitahara and Feng held up the camera to adjust it, pointed the lens at the little insect that was shining with colorful light in the sun, and then replied with a smile: "And the whole process of a life from birth to death, this is what many people want to see.

I can’t see it.”

Anthony looked curiously at this little insect dragging elegant and beautiful tulle. The two or three slender tails behind it were lifted lightly by the wind, like the sleeves of a toga, and there was an indescribable air of grace.

"Hello." He said softly, his black eyes sparkling, "You are really good-looking."

The rose did not hum in his arms. It was not that the young lady suddenly changed her temper, but that she was too lazy to care about it because of her short life span.

——From a certain point of view, even if she is as proud as this flower, she has to admit the splendid light that this small insect, which only has a lifespan of a few hours after becoming an adult, can bloom while it is alive.

The little bug spread its wings and flew lightly in a circle. It seemed to say something in a low voice, but its voice was so low that no one could hear it clearly.

"Hmm, but it doesn't matter."

Kitahara and Kaede pondered for a while, adjusted the focus, and said enthusiastically: "Yes, we plan to record your life after you emerge - you know what this means, your figure can remain for many, many years.

To be remembered..."

The little bug listened quietly.

It spent many years as a larva underwater before emerging, so it also knows what these words mean.

It fluttered its wings, seemed to be smiling, and then flew off to complete its mission of continuing its race.

They were at the edge of the pool, watching the mayfly's only kiss with the sky in its life, watching this little bug spread its wings for the first time, watching their graceful dance and short moment of love.

Finally died at sunset.

The little bodies fell into the water again, just like they were born from the water before.

Kitahara and Kaede put away their cameras again, sat on the edge of the pond with the other two people, and witnessed a truly large-scale emergence of mayflies, also known as "wedding flight", under the setting sun.

Thousands of bugs struggled to get out of their old bodies, spread their wings, stumbled and flew into the sky, looking for the one they loved, and then caused death in such the grandest wedding.

"Mayflies are also called day flies in Germany."

Nietzsche looked at the corpses of mayflies that kept falling on the water, and said suddenly.

"Ah..." Kitahara and Kaede looked at the almost spectacular scene in front of them and smiled, "In a country I know, they are also called creatures that are born in the morning and die at night.

.”

——The adult mayfly has an extremely short and gorgeous life, and also has an extremely grand and silent death.

In fact, it is quite an enviable creature.

Only the little prince, who didn't know much about death, listened with some confusion, but he finally understood some of the key points.

"Is everything mortal?"

He raised his head with a worried expression in his eyes: "Will everyone become like this?"

I can't move, I can't speak, I can't cry or laugh, I can't eat, I can't hug the person I like...

"No." Kitahara and Kaede rubbed the child's head, showing a gentle smile, and continued to weave fairy tales for each other in their childhood.

"Everyone has just returned to their own stars. They have been in this world for a long time, so they are going home."

Anthony looked at Kitahara and Feng, his expression looked a little regretful and reluctant: "Then Kitahara also wants to go home?"

"Of course, everyone has to go home."

The traveler held the child in his arms, squinted his eyes and smiled softly: "Okay, let's go."

Unable to see anything clearly, he could only see a large area of ​​blurry colors. Nietzsche looked at the shadows in the sky, not knowing what he was thinking of, and seemed a little thoughtful.

"The perfected One, surrounded by wishers and wishers, triumphantly completes his death..."

The young man murmured, then turned his head and said to Beiyuan in a very happy tone: "I know how to write the next paragraph of the book!"

Since receiving the book "Thus Spoke Zarathustra", Nietzsche likes to wander around for the purpose of collecting inspiration all day long when he has nothing to do. Occasionally, when he comes up with the subsequent plot, he will rarely get excited about it.

The traveler talked for a long time.
To be continued...