The sunshine did not appear on this street for a long time. It only shone brightly behind the clouds for about ten minutes, and then disappeared behind the thick clouds again.

But even if it only existed for such a short time, this ray of light was enough to become an eternal memory in the hearts of all those who witnessed it.

Especially for those two young people.

Satisfied, Kitahara and Kaede admired the ending of this love story through the window, pulled out their notebooks from the drawer, and recorded this little episode on it.

"I have to say that this confession scene is one of the best in the world."

Transcendent is responsible for the entire set and special effects production, from background music to light and shadow rendering, which can be said to be everything, and they just create a sense of romance in reality that is not found in youth love movies.

If this story is passed down to future generations, I guess this street will become some kind of confessional sanctuary, right? Maybe there will be fee-based items such as blowing bubbles, artificially driving away clouds, and playing background music...

I really want to come and see it then.

Kitahara and Kaede sighed in their hearts, and continued to add details of this story.

At this time, there was an untimely knock on the door.

"Kitahara! Open the door quickly——"

Kitahara and Kaede paused with the pen in their hands: "Boccaccio?"

Boccaccio was still banging on the door, and his tone was as light and distant as the wind, but his tone made him feel like he was being teased and wanted to be beaten:

"Kitahara Kitahara, I also brought a new guest. I swear you will like him very much. I really do!"

Dante glanced at Boccaccio who was knocking on the door enthusiastically. A trace of helplessness appeared in his dark gold and silver-gray eyes, and he consciously stood back a little.

"I know Cervantes is not here, I am here to bring Dante to your place to play! Kitahara, please open the door quickly, I know you are inside -!"

Kitahara and Feng were silent for two seconds, pretending that nothing happened and continued to take notes in their notebooks.

Sure enough, Cervantes should not have been stopped at that time. The feeling of this guy is that if he doesn't beat him up, he won't know how to use his mouth...

Finally, Anthony, who was still reading in the living room, couldn't stand it anymore. He ran over and opened the door to a certain bard whose words seemed too noisy:

"Mr. Boccaccio?"

"It's Anthony."

Boccaccio shook his long ponytail, supported the door frame with one hand, held his little harp in his arms, and greeted the other party happily: "I haven't seen each other for a few days, did you miss me..."

Then he saw the black eyes of the blond child in front of him suddenly light up, as if there were two bright stars suddenly appearing in the dark night.

"May I have your name?"

The little prince looked at Dante curiously.

Anthony rarely found people of the same age among the people who came to find Beiyuan. Most of them were older than him, and they always treated him with the attitude of taking care of a cub.

"Uh, Dante Alighieri?"

Dante blinked, looked at the child who looked about the same age as himself, and answered subconsciously.

"Then I'll call you Dante! My name is Anthony, just call me that."

Anthony blinked, with a particularly bright smile on his face, and his child's voice was clear and bright, with a cheerful and lively tone.

It sounds like there are a group of small golden butterflies fluttering their thin wings inside, flying in the sun, and melting into the same softness.

In the eyes of this alien child, Dante looks like a beautiful star.

The outside shines with pure and dazzling white gold, while the precipitated star core is a dull black and red.

But those deep colors are all tightly wrapped in bright light, like silent chains, holding down the thick and dangerous atmosphere inside to the deepest level.

Like a star with soil full of baobab seeds.

Anthony thought so seriously.

"Um...nice to meet you?"

Dante looked at the seemingly happy child in front of him, and soon understood why the other person was so enthusiastic, so he sighed slightly, also showed a smile, and took the initiative to hug the other person.

Although this is not the first time I have experienced it, the feeling of being treated as a peer by a real child is still so subtle.

Boccaccio, who originally thought Anthony would jump into his arms, looked at the two cubs who were already hugging each other: "..."

The smile gradually disappeared.

Perhaps the resentful look cast by the bard was a bit obvious, so Dante raised his head, showed an embarrassed expression to him, and then continued to whisper with Anthony.

I don't know when I finished writing the note. Kitahara and Kaede, who walked to the living room, laughed softly beside them, causing someone to protest dissatisfiedly at the door: "Kitahara——!"

"Well, good morning, Mr. Boccaccio."

The traveler looked at the young man's face that looked aggrieved and aggrieved, and tried hard to hold his smile back in his throat.

The bard looked at Kitahara and Kaede depressedly, then followed each other to the study room, muttering all the way.

"Okay, I know this is funny, just laugh if you want... So why did the two of them end up playing together and leaving me alone?"

Speaking of this, Boccaccio even let out a particularly exaggerated choking sound - the dramatic effect in it almost overflowed, and even his tone became a standard operatic tone:

"Alas, the poor bard met the bad fool knight in Florence. From then on, he spent his whole day avoiding nightmares. Even the inspiration he got from the Muses gradually disappeared-and now even the stars that guided him

I have the company of another star!”

Beihara and Feng looked at him helplessly, passing a tissue in their hands. The expression in their orange-gold eyes still looked gentle and gentle, and they were not angry at the other person's overly deliberate tone.

"So, now Mr. Boccaccio still needs me to hug and coax him to get better?"

You are already an adult, but your personality is still the same as that of a child.

"...No, I don't think this is necessary."

Boccaccio took a sharp breath, put down the hand covering his face, and said seriously, his tone instantly returned to normal from the fake cry before.

Of course, he took the tissue away without hesitation and stuffed it into his pocket.

"Want me to make a cup of tea?"

Beihara and Feng looked at each other's movements, bent their eyes and smiled softly, folded their hands and put them on their chins, and asked.

He has now also discovered the rules for getting along with people like Boccaccio - as long as you are not tickled to death by his sudden sword-fighting, but maintain a gentle and tolerant attitude from beginning to end, otherwise

How long will it take for him to surrender on his own initiative?

"No, no, no, no need! I just played a piece of music, there was no accompaniment, so I don't need to drink tea. And I've been having a cold these past few days..."

Boccaccio was stunned for a moment, then as if he was frightened by some ferocious beast, he leaned against the back of the chair and coughed violently in cooperation.

It actually adds a lot of credibility to his cold symptoms.

Fifteen minutes later, the bard silently looked at the rock sugar pear placed in front of him, feeling that his whole body was exuding a sense of confusion.

Help, how can someone be so serious and like to think about others!

"The added rock sugar is a little too much...but I think you like desserts."

After entering the kitchen, Kitahara and Kaede yawned sleepily and pushed the bowls towards each other: "Let's try it first. People in my hometown like to drink this when they catch a cold, especially the little ones.

child."

After all, who doesn’t like to eat something sweet compared to those Chinese medicines that taste bitter.

"Um."

Boccaccio responded with a dull sound, and stabbed the poor pears hard with his fork, seeming to be thinking hard about something.

No, we can't go on like this. If we continue like this, we will definitely be doomed!

The bard took a deep breath, and soon spoke up again, changing into his usual lively and brisk tone: "By the way, Kitahara Kitahara, do you know why Cervantes hates me so much?

"

Beiyuan and Feng tilted their heads, looking at the person whose eyes had drifted to unknown places, and the corners of their lips couldn't help but curl up in an arc.

Even if you know that the other person has indeed lived for hundreds of years, you still can't help but want to tease him at this time.

"Because you should be the one who imprisoned him for hundreds of years."

The traveler replied in a brisk voice: "If I guessed correctly, your power should make a certain place a space that is completely isolated from the outside world? You can't come out until you reach a certain point in time or meet certain conditions?"

"The effect of the Decameron's power is indeed this. As long as you tell a hundred stories, it will come out... Who knows why this guy's imagination is so poor in this aspect."

Boccaccio snorted twice, but he was not too surprised that the traveler guessed his power. He just said it half-complainingly and half-disgustingly.

"It's not his fault, right? Who told you to let him sleep for hundreds of years..."

Beiyuan and Feng raised their eyes, looked at the snow-white long-haired cat in front of them, and looked at it again, and they reluctantly said a fair word for their knight.

I don't know what Cervantes did in the process of "acting for justice" to be able to be attacked by so many superpowers.

"No matter what! And if Cervantes hadn't done so many stupid things, we wouldn't want to lock this guy up."

Boccaccio turned the fork several times in his fingers, tilted his head with a smile, and deliberately lengthened his voice: "So - Cervantes..."

"Cervantes doesn't really hate you."

Kitahara and Kaede suddenly interrupted the bard's words and said softly in a serious manner that could not be refuted:

"Maybe you want the other person to really hate you, but obviously, he will still subconsciously treat you as a friend - just like you treat him."
To be continued...