Provence, On a spring day, a serious event happened in a corner with lavender fields and sunflower fields.

Romain Rolland held his own lavender tea, looked at the hanger with only one hat hanging on it, and said with emotion:

"Bei Yuan, your body seems to be gone."

"As I said, the scarf is not the real body!"

The traveler looked at the empty clothes hanger with a serious face, retorted seriously, and then continued to think about where his scarf had gone.

Although he is not short of scarves, nor is he short of money to buy scarves, he still likes this beige silk scarf. If he throws it away...

Then just throw it away.

Kitahara and Kaede sighed and walked away slowly. They planned to go to the kitchen to make themselves a cup of Italian coffee to calm down their shock, but they just felt a little sorry for their scarves.

Fabre looked a little more uncomfortable than him: "Beiyuan, your body is really gone. Then it will be a lot more troublesome for me to recognize you in the future. I am actually a little face-blind."

"...First of all, face blindness is not color blindness, Mr. Fabre."

Kitahara and Kaede stopped, turned around and stared at Fabre: "People with black hair and orange-gold eyes are at least less common in France than people wearing scarves, right?"

Fabre let out an innocent "ouch" and looked at the other party with his apple-colored eyes without blinking, quite a bit trying to get through by being cute.

Kitahara Kazuka: "..."

The traveler pressed his eyebrows helplessly, ignoring the other party's coquettish behavior, and added:

"Second, I still have at least a dozen scarves in my suitcase, so you don't have to worry about this."

Fabre shook his long hair, startling the butterfly sitting on it to fly up, and said "Wow" in sudden realization.

Then he lay next to Roland's ear and whispered to his friend in a low voice: "So it turns out that the scarf is Beiyuan's true body, Roland."

Romain Rolland yawned - although Fabre woke up, he himself felt a little sleepy. But this is normal, after all, reading this kind of handwritten music score is indeed a bit torturous.

If he is not familiar with the other party's style, he may not even be able to figure out what is written on this piece of paper.

He turned his head to Fabre and felt his ears were a little itchy. He simply pushed the other person's head away and replied in a sleepy tone: "Kitahara, he heard it."

Fabre was stunned for a moment, then slowly tilted his head, looked at the traveler with his big eyes, and softly let out a cat meow: "Meow?"

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Kitahara and Kaede leaned back and looked at Fabre with incomprehensible eyes. They were completely helpless towards this childish and lively cat who could also be soft and cute.

Roland seemed to be accustomed to Fabre's deliberately cute expression. He even took the opportunity to suck a big handful of Fabre's face. He used Fabre as a sleeping pillow and hugged him on the sofa until he fell asleep.

The traveler looked at the two people and didn't say anything in the end. He just shook his head and continued walking into the kitchen. After making a cup of coffee, he planned to go to the room to celebrate the start of a new round of work.

This job is neither simple nor easy, but it is not that difficult: after seeing Notre Dame Cathedral in Paris before, Kitahara and Kaede had the idea of ​​"returning the changed Notre Dame Cathedral to the original state when it was first established."

Yes, I have a rough plan in mind, I just need to write it down now.

As for the reason... it's not just that he wants to restore the appearance of Notre Dame in his previous life, or that he's trying to recreate the glorious and beautiful cathedral in "Notre Dame de Paris".

But the Notre Dame in this world does look a bit nondescript, and it has lost a lot of its stunning beauty compared to its previous life.

The changing architectural aesthetic styles of France in different periods, as well as the habit of renovating this church in every era, have caused it to lose its original beautiful and classical posture.

It’s not even considered a famous attraction in Paris. Tourists from many countries don’t even bother to take a look at it when they come to Paris, and only a few tour groups will include it in their travel lists – this is what makes people sigh the most.

"If the cathedral in this world was burned down, it probably wouldn't cause the same uproar as in the previous life."

While grinding coffee beans, the traveler thought about the ill-fated Notre Dame Cathedral in this world and couldn't help but exhale.

By the way, we also need to keep those big clocks. These are Hugo and Antoine's mutual friends, and they have good personalities. It would be bad if they become homeless because of this plan.

Kitahara and Kaede poured the ground coffee powder into the espresso machine, flattened the powder, turned on the switch, and watched the brown powder and transparent water inside stir each other and finally blend into each other.

"If I remember correctly... Hugo protected this church through "The Hunchback of Notre Dame" and the public opinion aroused by this book. However, the political status of the writer in his previous life was not low."

"But in the 21st century, the power of public opinion is greater than it was back then. It's a pity that we haven't officially reached the self-media era at this point in time. Otherwise, the effect of the same thing might be even better."

The traveler patted his head with a headache: It's not that he couldn't understand politics, but it was really troublesome for him. If he could, he wouldn't want to care about it for the rest of his life.

"We'll discuss this matter with Roland then. I feel like if I said this was a belated birthday gift for Mr. Hugo, they would be happy to facilitate it."

"As for the book "The Hunchback of Notre Dame", at worst I will copy it again, and the author will mark it with Mr. Hugo's name... although I still hope that Mr. Hugo can write it himself."

If he were really allowed to copy a novel of hundreds of thousands of words, it would be absolutely impossible, hahahaha. He still has several paintings and books to write!

Kitahara and Feng shook their heads, quickly getting rid of the terrible 007 life in their minds. They took out the coffee from the coffee machine without adding any milk or sugar, and went upstairs holding the cup.

There is nothing special about the following days except having an extra neighbor.

The traveler still took Anthony to walk around the surrounding fields, watching the people who came to take care of the lavender and sunflower fields working in them, or to see the tulips that had grown.

Romain Rolland said that the tulips planted nearby are all deep red, like elegant and luxurious big velvets. When dew falls on them, they look like diamonds. They look gorgeous and bright. From a distance, they look like a fiery red ocean.

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It is as romantic as the endless lavender and sunflowers in Provence, like wildfires burning for no reason on the earth in spring, blazing and scorching.

However, every time he heard this description, Kitahara and Kaede couldn't help but think of the red butterfly flying out of the musician's piano sound.

It's like spilled red wine, like roses blooming in champagne, like the flames burning roses, or like the phoenix rising from the flames.

It has a temperature that is almost tingling, as well as a romance and flight that makes people yearn for it.

Roland sneered at this, feeling that these flying butterflies disturbed his piano playing. But every time he never stopped Fabre from playing with the music.

After all, he is also a very romantic person.

Fabre's wild stone garden is gradually becoming more and more lively. The entomologist now spends most of his time there every day, as if he has endless things to do.

He was busy looking around for the cocoons of butterflies and moths, carefully labeling them one by one, and then knocking on the doors of the sleeping insects to see if they were still alive. Sometimes he also had to sort out the terrain structure.

, to prevent the occasional heavy rain in spring from inadvertently washing away their huts.

Sometimes he can also find some strange gadgets, and then share them with enthusiasm: from strange stones to some strange insects, or the hare that wandered into the wild stone garden in confusion...

"Look what I found?"

Fabre happily knocked on Roland's door, grabbed the rabbit's ears, and lifted the unfortunate brown hare up high: "Roland! We have free rabbit soup tonight!"

The pianist who was reading the music score put down the paper in his hand and glanced at the fat rabbit: "I thought you would take good care of it... I always feel that wild animals are not healthy to eat."

"Rabbits are animals that can dig holes and damage grass roots. The plant system of the Wild Stone Garden cannot withstand such torment by them. The fence is not very reliable for them either."

When Fabre said this, he couldn't help but sigh and left the rabbit aside:

"I went to the nearby villages a few days ago and they all said that these rabbits had eaten a lot of their crops, and everyone was arguing about who should be responsible for this."

The young naturalist may have been thinking about a continent in the southern hemisphere and looked a little worried, but after sniffing the fragrance in the air, he put these distant worries behind:

"Is Beihara making beef stew in red wine? How about I send the rabbit over now so that we can have rabbit meat stewed in wine tomorrow?"

"Why not roast rabbit?"

Roland asked doubtfully, carefully looking at the fat rabbit that looked like an orange cat: "Look at how fat it is, it might taste better when grilled, and it probably doesn't even need to be brushed with grease.

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"The rabbit meat will be roasted over firewood! And don't you think the stewed rabbit tastes more tender?"

"But those damn herbs will cover up the flavor of the food! They don't taste as authentic as the roasted rabbit meat."

"No, no, no, stewed rabbit is the best! This is the specialty of Provence cuisine! Roast rabbit is available all over the world!"

"It is because this method is simple and delicious that it is a widely accepted food, so it is better to bake it!"

"stew!"

"bake!"

When Kitahara and Kaede walked out of the kitchen to take a break, what they saw was the two people having a harmonious, polite and passionate discussion around the question "should the rabbit be stewed or roasted?"

"Rabbit? Where is the rabbit? Why did you suddenly start a quarrel?" The traveler glanced at the two people with some doubts, but did not understand the focus of their conversation.

The two were silent for a moment, then looked down.

"Ah, the rabbit seems to be gone."

Fabre said, a butterfly landed on his forehead, almost blocking his eyes and covering the young man's somewhat depressed expression.

"Okay, the question of whether to roast rabbit or stew rabbit has been successfully solved. Now the name of this dish is air rabbit."

Roland shrugged his shoulders and didn't think it was a big deal. He continued to read his music score - in fact, it was really not a big deal. After all, the door was closed when the two of them had a "friendly discussion", and the rabbit was at most in the house.

After scurrying around for a while, he would eventually be caught.

"Forget it, I'll take Anthony to find this guy when the time comes. Just treat it as exercise."

Beihara and Feng looked helplessly at the two people who were talking about losing the rabbit. They felt a little headache and couldn't even imagine how these two people lived: "I'll go next door and call Rousseau to come over for dinner. You guys.

Let’s eat first with Anthony.”

"So why does this guy continue to eat and drink at my house, even including Fabre..."

Roland muttered unhappily, but no one cared.
Chapter completed!