The ghost of Halloween was hiding in the woods, looking curiously at the two little guys who came to the cemetery.

Countless ghosts glowing with pearly white light floated in the trees, and their souls quietly lit up this cemetery, as if countless lamps were lit on the canopy here, swaying in the autumn wind.

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Just like the water lanterns floating on the river during the Ghost Festival, they smudge out with a soft luster in the night as gentle as the water waves.

There were a few ghost dumplings wagging their tails behind the leaves. Their soft bodies were squeezed together, treating themselves as a very large light bulb. They looked at the little guys below with envy and whispered "chirp, chirp, chirp".

——Then Verlaine, who was sitting on the tree, stretched out his hand and grabbed it in the palm of his hand. He was so frightened that he screamed "chirp, chirp, chirp".

"Hey, is this the sound of a bird? It sounds nice."

Xiao Dumas, who was nestled in his mother's arms, raised his head and asked curiously, his blue eyes reflecting the dark night sky and the dense shade of trees on the edge of the cemetery.

But he didn't see any birds, only two or three crows standing on the branches, looking at him with crooked heads.

Anthony rubbed his eyes sleepily, and also huddled in the arms of his friend's mother, holding the rose and looking up at the tree crown, and murmured thoughtfully: "It feels like shouting 'Help..."

But before he could finish his words, the woman's hand gently covered his mouth.

The ghost's body is cold, but also gentle, with the cold fragrance of late night dew and pine branches.

"Shh-" The woman blinked her soft and bright eyes like red camellia, a faint smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, and the soft light of the Seine seemed to be flowing in her eyes.

Anthony looked at the adults with some confusion, and finally gave up on understanding the logic of the strange adults. He hugged his own roses and continued to tell stories about his travels with great interest.

"The rainbow in Denmark is a school of fish - a school of fish flying in the sky. When the sun shines on their scales and skin, it reflects the colorful light!"

Rose rarely opened her mouth to ridicule anything, but just tilted her head and listened curiously: This was the story before she met Anthony, and even she herself was not very clear about this experience.

Guituanzi buried in the grass pushed away the dirt and grass blades on his head, and listened happily beside him, "chirping" happily in a low voice from time to time.

Most ghosts have never left Paris in their lives, let alone gone to Denmark to see a rainbow - maybe some have never even seen a rainbow in Paris.

Verlaine held a large group of ghosts in his arms who were so aggrieved that they dared not speak out. He looked down at the people sitting under the tree and listened quietly to their exchange.

Little Dumas was lying in his mother's arms, also fascinated by what he heard, and asked with bright eyes:

"What about Paris? What is the rainbow in Paris?"

"It's a flower tree! A very big and beautiful flower tree: it's like a reflection, hanging upside down in the Paris sky. The petals are beautiful pink and white and bright red, with a gem-like halo, like

Like burning clouds."

Anthony raised his head and saw the gorgeous clouds covering almost the entire sky, and couldn't help but bend his eyes.

Petals flew from the sky and fell on them, like tiny gems or bright stars.

The little prince's voice was clear and clean, unique to children, and sounded like he was telling a fairy tale:

"Whenever the sun comes out, the sunlight shines on the gem-like petals. When the rays finally meet each other between the flowers, it turns into a rainbow!"

Xiao Dumas also followed the other person's gaze and looked towards the sky.

He saw nothing.

There are no flowers covering the entire sky, no gorgeous rainbows, and no hanging flower trees hanging upside down.

But - "It must be beautiful."

Xiao Dumas stared at the sky with bright eyes, showed a bright smile, and said to his friend.

He wanted to believe that that extremely gorgeous and beautiful flower tree existed in the sky above Paris, just like he believed that there would be a little prince who would be happy forever in the world, and that the little prince would also have a proud and beautiful rose.

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"Uh-huh." Rose reluctantly snorted, also acknowledging the beauty of the flower tree when it bloomed in the sun.

"Of course - Miss Rose is the most beautiful flower in the world."

The little prince who didn't notice anything looked down at his rose, buried his face in the petals, and narrowed his eyes happily: "At least in my heart, Miss Rose is the most beautiful!"

Miss Rose, who was still a little dissatisfied at first, was startled by the other party's actions and huddled up in a ball. But then she felt that her reaction was a bit embarrassing, so she stared at him fiercely with even more annoyance.

The ghost laughed "chirping" on the side, and Xiao Dumas's mother was also laughing. At the same time, she gently rubbed the heads of the two children, and her big red eyes looked at them gently and sadly.

"Mom?" Xiao Dumas asked doubtfully, holding the other person's cold hand with his fingers, "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing, I just feel happy to see you guys happy." The woman raised her eyes and smiled, her eyes full of love falling on him.

"I won't be able to bake you cookies for Halloween this year, Alexander."

"It's okay! I can bake my own cookies and bring them to you next year. I'm already growing up."

Xiao Dumas pursed his lips and stared at his mother with bright eyes: "I can also protect you and take care of you."

He is now a very powerful person with superpowers, and he is not afraid of those little gangsters who are attached to him. There is no need for his mother to force herself to do that kind of work...

I will be your pride.

The red dragon lying on Verlaine's shoulder sighed and sprayed out a small flame. Verlaine himself didn't say anything, but subconsciously squeezed the ghost a little harder, making the squashed ghost dumplings even more nervous.

Feeling wronged.

"Chiuwu..." Guituanzi, who was pressed down at the bottom, cried out pitifully, rolled over and started to pretend to be dead.

"Then I'll wait for that day."

The woman smiled softly and hugged him a little tighter.

It was as if the two of them were still in that dark and cramped room during the coldest winter in Paris, and could only warm each other with their cold body heat.

That was the coldest and warmest time together.

She lowered her eyes and stared at Dumas with soft eyes.

This is the child she gave birth to after being abandoned, the child she wants to be happy no matter what, the child she is trying to protect in her own way.

He was also the one who killed her in the end.

——I can't offer the so-called forgiveness, because I have never blamed you, my child.

Anthony finally coaxed the shy Rose, then turned his head to look at the closeness between mother and son, and raised his hand: "I want it too! I can also protect Alexander and Auntie!"

Xiao Dumas blinked and smiled: "Well, I will also protect Anthony."

Verlaine pursed his lips, feeling an inexplicable feeling of irritation and uneasiness welling up in his heart.

No, it shouldn't be like this... Yes, at least Rimbaud would never be such a fool who would choose to forgive after being betrayed.

Didn't that guy always tell himself, "You can't complete the mission without giving up your feelings"? He was not someone who would do stupid things driven by emotion - it was the same in that mission.

The blond man laughed self-deprecatingly, his eyes became colder a little bit, and suddenly he had no intention of staying here anymore.

If Rimbaud was still alive, if he saw himself again as a ghost, he would probably only have hatred for him in his heart. Because his partner betrayed him...

Verlaine took a deep breath and stood up.

But he couldn't leave, but was fooled by the ghost gangsters who finally took the opportunity to escape.

"Chirp?" They looked at the big devil in front of them worriedly, chirping and rubbing against him. They could feel that the man in front of them seemed very unhappy.

Several other ghosts on the nearby trees were wagging their thin, soft tails, and they also came over to look at the human who seemed a little sad in front of them, "chirping" and rubbing against his body, trying to comfort him.

They don't have complete intelligence yet, and they can't understand the complex emotions, but they also vaguely know that sadness is a very painful emotion.

What's more, you should be happy on Halloween - that's what the human with the beautiful bright silver eyes who gives them candies every Halloween said.

The ghost dumpling that had been chirping aggrievedly before hooked Verlaine's finger with its small tail, and suddenly turned into a flat puddle again.

——I lend myself to you for pinching, please don’t feel uncomfortable!

Verlaine looked at the ghost dumplings surrounding him and refused to leave, and was stunned for a moment, with traces of confusion and surprise in his ice-blue eyes.

He looked at these dull ghosts and frowned slightly, showing an expression of incomprehension.

The woman under the tree had already gently coaxed the two children away, asking them to go back to the city and have a real Halloween.

Human beings cannot stay so close to ghosts for too long, otherwise they will easily lose energy the next day and may even catch a cold.

So even if you don't want to give up, this is the only way.

The ghost who sent everyone away raised his head, looked at someone on the tree surrounded by ghost dumplings, and couldn't help but laugh.

It looks like a red and white camellia in full bloom.

"Is it Mr. Verlaine?"

The corners of her lips curved softly, and her red camellia-like eyes were warm and bright, with a clear smile: "Mr. Kitahara asked me to deliver the Halloween gift for him to you."

"And let me say for him: Happy Halloween."

"Happy Halloween!"

Fabre, who was in the crowd, tilted his head and found the person he was looking for among the dense crowd of people with great accuracy. He happily rushed forward: "Roland - play with me!"

Romain Rolland put on a large doll leather case and thought that no one would be able to discover him: "..."

No, he felt that he could still save his life.

So he took out his voice changer, adjusted it to a girl's voice, and replied calmly: "Sorry, sir, you seem to have recognized the wrong person, I am not who you said..."

"Eh? Roland, have you become a girl?"
To be continued...