After leaving the School of Mechanical Design and Manufacturing, it was already past two in the afternoon.

Jiang Xilin walked back to Xizhi Road and took a steam rail bus. It took him nearly an hour to reach McDerlin Street.

It was raining lightly when we arrived yesterday. Although the temperature is a bit lower today, the weather is still sunny.

Jiangxi Lin looked at the bustling streets and the traditional row houses on both sides of the streets.

The gray stone walls and dark red roofs make the color contrast look particularly strong.

Although the pedestrians on the street are not crowded yet, there do seem to be a lot more than yesterday.

Thinking about it, tomorrow is the Harvest Festival, which is one of the most solemn festivals every year in the entire Tosain Kingdom, or in this other world.

No matter what the conditions at home are, you will always do some shopping the day before the festival.

Although the entire world is now covered in ice and snow, harvesting is only a matter for the new "farmers" who have opened crop cultivation bases, and has nothing to do with the common people.

But Ceres Demeter, the god who symbolizes harvest and wealth, is worthy of everyone's respect.

Therefore, even though most civilians in this world no longer farm, almost everyone will stop what they are doing on this day to be grateful that there is still food on the table.

…

Jiang Xilin walked through the busy streets with people coming and going. Here, he saw many familiar things, but there were also many things he had never seen before.

After asking all the way, I found the Grand Theater Green.

I saw this huge spherical dome building with white exterior walls and fiery red vaults.

The gate is more than two meters high and has a "spire" shape overall. It is made of steel and stained glass.

Next to it, supporting the outer eaves of the large hemispheric dome, is a circle of columns with protruding ridges.

Jiang Xilin stood at the door and looked at the building for a while, then his eyes were attracted by the rough poster posted on the poster board next to it.

I walked over and looked at it carefully.

The first one I saw was written about the large-scale concert that Ayi Clasto will hold during the Harvest Festival with the theme of "Golden Song".

Jiangxi Lin stopped and read from beginning to end, finally finding the location of the ticket purchase office in the sentence before the date.

Located on the first floor of the Norn Chamber of Commerce building across from the Grand Theater Green.

As far as he knew, Norn should be the name of a city, just like Dongting.

"Is it possible that the Noen Chamber of Commerce is a group organization formed by merchants in Noen City? Just like the Huizhou Merchants Chamber of Commerce and the Zhejiang Merchants Chamber of Commerce in the previous life?"

Jiang Xilin was thinking about these irrelevant things in his mind while walking towards the Chamber of Commerce building across the street.

When you open the door, the first thing you see is the quartz stone chandelier hanging from the ceiling.

Gold and white striped colored cloths are hung in eight directions of the chandelier, many exquisite oil paintings are hung on the surrounding walls, and the floor is also paved with shiny stone slabs.

Jiang Xilin stepped on the floor where people's shadows could be seen and walked to the information desk. After some inquiries, he finally found the ticket office under the guidance of the staff.

"Sir, I wonder which class of seats you would like to choose?"

The young man selling tickets asked in a polite tone.

"What seats are available and what are the prices?"

"It's like this. The seats at the Green Theater are divided into three classes. The first-class seats are located on the second floor. They have an excellent view, but the price is also relatively expensive. You need a gold shield."

"The second-class seats are closer to the stage and the price is five silver enamels."

"The third-class seats are far away from the stage, and the price is two silver enamels."

The classification of seats and prices did not exceed Jiang Xilin's expectations. After all, he had attended several concerts in his previous life.

"I want three third-class seats."

Jiangxi Lin weighed his wallet and finally chose to do what he could.

After paying six silver coins, Jiangxi Lin successfully got three steel coins with 109, 110 and 111 written on them.

Not surprisingly, these numbers should represent seat numbers.

Putting away the steel, Jiangxi Lin habitually said thank you, then turned and left the Norn Chamber of Commerce.

…

He didn't have much thought about wandering around on the street. Looking at the busy pedestrians, his mood was more inclined to travel to Western countries during Christmas.

It just feels lively, but I don’t feel any sense of participation.

This should probably be attributed to the fact that his soul is not native to this world.

Jiangxi Lin, who had three concert tickets in his pocket, took the bus back to the West Wind Hotel.

"Welcome...Mr. Xilin, you are back and would you like to order dinner?"

Behind the counter, Bernicea, who was reading a book with her chin propped up on one hand, heard the bell ringing to open the door. She raised her head and shouted a welcome word out of habit.

But when she saw it was Jiang Xilin, she stopped abruptly and turned to sell him dinner in a very natural way.

dinner?

Jiang Xilin raised his head and glanced at the mechanical pendulum clock standing next to the counter, and saw that it showed that the time was already past five o'clock in the afternoon.

"Time flies so fast, let's have one."

"okay."

Bernissa responded happily.

Make money again, Kaisen!

…

After Jiang Xilin returned to the room, he put a bathtub of hot water in, then stripped naked and soaked in it.

"Hmm! It's comfortable."

He put his hands on the edge of the basin, tilted his head back, squinted his eyes slightly, and raised the corners of his mouth slightly, feeling indescribably comfortable.

When was the last time you felt so relaxed?

I can’t remember it clearly, but if I had to say it, it probably goes back to before elementary school.

But I was too young at that time, and I couldn’t understand the value and fun of this kind of carefreeness and freedom.

Jiang Xilin sat in the bathtub and soaked for more than an hour, until he felt that the soles of his feet were turning white, and then he stood up.

He took the cotton towel aside and wiped his body covered with water drops, then walked out of the bathroom naked and came to the large dressing mirror in the room.

Looking at the still slightly slender figure in the mirror, Jiang Xilin raised his hand and pinched his whole body.

"It will look better if it grows more flesh."

After all, in terms of facial features alone, this body is pretty good. If the body were stronger, it would be perfect.

I opened my suitcase and found a pair of clean clothes. Not long after I finished changing, Bernicea, who had come to deliver dinner, knocked on the door.

…

After finishing dinner, Jiang Xilin wiped his mouth, sent the tableware to the door, and then returned to continue what he had not finished last night - studying the previous notes and manuscripts again.

The lights in the room stayed on until early morning.

Boom--boom--boom--

A long and weak bell sounded from far away, interrupting Jiang Xilin's thinking.

Haha~!

Jiang Xilin, who was wearing a leather jacket, covered his mouth, yawned, put down the dip pen, picked up the mechanical clock nearby, and looked at the time.

It was just past midnight.

Putting down the mechanical clock, Jiang Xilin did not intend to continue reading. Instead, he stood up and walked to the window, looking through the window at the empty streets shrouded in night.

All the windows of the houses opposite were dark, and only the phlogiston street lamps beside the street were still on.

It is already the 319th year of Ice Yuan, the 13th of the Harvest Month, and the Harvest Festival.

Jiang Xilin turned back to the table and extinguished the phlogiston lamp.

…

…

Ice Year 319, Harvest Month 13th, Harvest Festival.

Early in the morning, the quiet morning at Androni Girls' School in the Entre district was broken by the voice of a little girl from a certain dormitory building in the school.

"Mom, get up, get up soon, today is the Harvest Festival, get up quickly."

Wearing a blue and white skirt, pure white velvet tights, and her hair tied into two brown twintails, Abel Anan flew to Abel Vera's bed, grabbed the quilt and shook the sleeping Vera vigorously.

"It's only what time it is. I won't go to school today during the Harvest Festival. Let me sleep a little longer."

Abelvilla grabbed the quilt and talked in a daze without showing her head.

It's too cold outside, but it's still warm inside the quilt.
To be continued...