It's raining in Venice.

For a city belonging to the Mediterranean, it is a relatively rare thing, even if it naturally relies on the sea and canals.

Beiyuan and Feng held an umbrella, held Anthony's hand, and looked at the island in the distance that seemed to be sleeping in the hazy mist.

The brilliant colors of the Color Island were all blurred, turning into a pool of bright paint.

Those elves rarely appeared in the daytime in this sunless weather, and surrounded their friends with "babble" and said some blessings.

"Are we leaving?" Anthony said goodbye to them seriously, holding the traveler's hand, looking back at the city, and suddenly hesitated: "But Venice..."

Marco Polo left a little earlier than they did. When he left by boat, he even felt a little embarrassed and didn't know what the city had done to him before leaving.

Since then, they have seen much less of Venice, and today they didn’t even see it at all.

"Don't worry, she's watching." Beiyuan and Feng lowered their eyes, smiled slightly at the child, and glanced at the flowers that were swaying wet from the rain on the balcony of a certain house.

In the alleys and streets of Venice, in front of the windows of every house, it seems that all the flowers are in full bloom, with the unique vitality of summer, trying hard to break free from the window lattice, spreading their petals or green branches and leaves outside.

When it rains, the fragrance of these flowers is the most viscous and sticks to people's clothes and hair, like a clingy cat that will only act coquettishly and softly towards you and refuse to come down no matter what.

There seemed to be a golden-red shadow flashing through the flowers.

"Speaking of it, it really looks like a cat."

Beihara and Feng didn't know what they thought of, and there was a gentle smile in their eyes, "Let's go, Mr. Cervantes is waiting for us on the boat first."

The umbrella he held in his hand was deliberately tilted more than half in the direction of Anthony, covering the thick rain curtain above.

"Well..." Although Anthony felt a little regretful, he felt that if he really saw the other party, he might be a little more sad, so he did not insist on waiting.

They got on the boat in the city, which was a bus belonging to Venice, and watched the surrounding scenery go away together, just like when they came.

Venice in the rain is more like a fantasy than the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River. The world above the water is still water, and above the flowing waves are more blurred waves. You can't even tell which buildings are on the water and which are in the water.

It was a layer upon layer of phantoms nested in each other, a mirror infinitely contrasting with each other. The boundaries between reality and falsehood were blurred at this moment, and it no longer mattered.

Only Venice remains.

If a city built on water really existed, it would probably look like this.

"Kitahara, look!"

The little prince stared at the clear water, as if he suddenly discovered something, and spoke loudly with some surprise.

He hid his rose under his clothes, for fear that the other party would get wet by the rain, so he only let her reveal a small number of bright red petals on his chest. At this time, the rose was also curiously looking outside, as if she saw something.

The same strange scenery.

Beiyuan and Feng also dropped their gazes, and then were slightly stunned.

He saw a school of fish.

The river water in Venice mixes the taste of freshwater lakes and saltwater belonging to the sea. This special property also determines that few fish can live freely here - not to mention that there are so many boats driving here every day.

But at this moment, they saw countless brilliant schools of fish beside the boat. They spread their fins, jumped up from the water, and glided in the dull air in the rain.

These tiny pointed fish have scales that shine like silver. Even in the absence of the sun, they still reflect the intoxicating bright skylight.

They jumped up and down one after another, splashing crystal water, chasing the equally thin gondolas with pointed tops on the river, like a silver rainbow hanging beside the boat.

"so beautiful."

Anthony lay on the edge of the boat with bright black eyes: "It's just like the last time we took a boat on the sea, there were many dolphins chasing the boat."

The fish in the water jumped up and had an intimate contact with the water belonging to the sky, as if they were still swimming in the river, or like birds diving into the water.

"Well, it is indeed beautiful." Beihara and Feng looked at these fish, with soft colors in their eyes. They also leaned over and took the child who was about to flip over the boat into their arms.

He stretched out his hand towards the water.

Among the flying fish, no one knew which one touched his palm with its pointed snout.

Wet, like a blessing kiss left by a coastal city to travelers.

"Times like this don't happen often."

The boatman driving the gondola also saw this scene and said with some emotion: "These fish are usually afraid of boats, and they rarely jump out of the water in such a group - I have to say, it's really very...

Lucky you."

Lucky?

Beihara and Feng blinked.

"This is the time to say,"

The traveler took his hand back and looked at the swimming fish with his orange-gold eyes, as if he saw the shadow of a certain cat. He smiled semi-ridiculously: "Thank you, Venice."

As soon as the words came out, he seemed to hear a soft hum from the air, with a lazy and arrogant attitude, but the emotion in it couldn't be more obvious.

Anthony, who didn't know they were teasing each other, blinked and waved happily to the fish: "Thank you, Venice!"

"Thank you too, little fishes."

The children watched as these fish gave them a ride, and they gradually disappeared from sight until they slowly left this section of water.

"Is this Venice saying goodbye to us?" He turned his head and asked the adults in a somewhat surprised tone.

"Well, it's a farewell." Kitahara and Kaede sent their umbrellas to the children who looked a little excited again, and quietly stared at the boat passing under the bridge.

There are many unique styles of bridges in Venice, and there are even three or four bridges connected together. They make clever turns through the walls of the alleys, flowing into a deep corner in a winding way.

From time to time, they would see small clusters of water plants or flowers growing under these bridges, with paper-thin petals falling on the water and flowing swayingly with the water.

"Wow." The little prince sighed after hearing Beiyuan's answer.

It seemed like they had never been given a serious farewell since they started their journey. Most of them were straightforward farewells, and then he and Kitahara headed to the train station together.

Originally, he thought it would be like this this time.

But although this city did not appear, it also prepared a beautiful separation for them.

Anthony raised his head and looked at the sky shrouded in mist and rain, and then suddenly found the umbrella above his head that was almost completely reaching him.

"Don't worry, you're not wet." The traveler seemed to understand the child's thoughts and spoke gently before the child became angry.

The little prince frowned, turned around worriedly, glanced at the traveler's other shoulder, and found that the traveler was indeed not wet by the rain, so he felt relieved.

Rose was in his arms, relying on the other person's warm body temperature and letting out a low chuckle.

——In Venice, how can the rain of separation wet this city for those who want to say goodbye?

The city's waterways have swollen, and the boat swayed leisurely along the swollen river. Although the sound of rain was loud, it was gentle. Looking from a distance, one could only feel a misty smoke.

In this city, there are seagulls flying.

They spread their snow-white wings, ignoring the falling wind and rain, and shuttled back and forth in the ancient city, leaving behind a string of happy gull calls.

There were tourists holding umbrellas all around. After seeing them, they happily pointed with their fingers, and a few clever ones had already started taking photos as souvenirs.

"Gu?"

A big ball-like bird landed on the boat and weighed the boat down a little.

All the feathers on its body were wet and clinging to its body, looking...

It's still as big as a kitten.

"Well, a solid bird dumpling." Kitahara and Kaede looked at the bird that landed on their boat curiously, and asked the boatman, "Why is this kind of bird still flying outside when it rains?"

"It doesn't matter if it rains. Sometimes if you forget to close the skylight, they can fly into your room. These guys are very noisy."

The boatman laughed "haha". He is a gondola driver on the Venice canals for generations, and he seems to be very familiar with these water birds: "But you'd better not touch it. Although it is a bit scary, in fact

This bird is so cowardly."

The big bird with a gray back and a white belly hid its head under its wings. It seemed to have noticed the people on the boat, and it hid a little to the side in fear, leaning against the wall of the boat to hide from the rain.

The pair of dark eyes looked at the human being and made a somewhat alert but gentle "coo" sound.

The little prince wanted to chat with it, but was stopped by the traveler beside him.

"It's a good thing for these birds to be wary of humans." Beihara and Feng turned their heads and rolled their eyes under each other's somewhat puzzled eyes, "You'll know when you grow up."

For the creatures wandering in this world, they need not only tenderness, but also vigilance enough to protect themselves and survive.

Not everyone can live in a glorious world and be like a prince.

"Just like a rose must have thorns." The rose nodded in agreement in Anthony's arms, "I am a special rose, but not every rose is like me..."

Anthony puffed up his face. He felt that he had grown up. But few people present seemed to agree with this.

"Growing up is not a good thing. It would be better if you never grow up." The traveler couldn't help laughing and comforted the child who, although he had grown a lot taller, still looked childish.

"In this case, if one day we encounter Never Island, you can still learn how to fly."

"fly?"

"Yeah, all the kids there can fly."

The two travelers just leaned under the same umbrella, watching the birds coming and going, and chatting softly in the rain.

In this way, the people who were about to leave, and the big bird that came to take shelter from the rain, crowded on the same boat and crossed the last section of the river.
To be continued...