April.

The always busy traveler finally finished his work before returning to Paris.

These include but are not limited to the ten paintings promised to Turgenev, a plan that was gradually improved with the help of Montesquieu, the French version of "Notre Dame de Paris" and the Russian version stored in the computer file.

"Father and Son".

Don't ask him why he wanted to give Turgenev this book. Ask him why he wanted to use this name to connotate a certain transcendent.

——Speaking of which, every time he stayed with Turgenev, he felt like an unlucky parent, surrounded by a naughty child with zero social skills and abject troublemaking ability...

Thinking of this, Kitahara and Kaede sighed again, stopped packing their things, and looked up at the sky in Provence.

A rare cloudy day.

The sparkling things in Provence in the sun seem to have lost their luster in such weather, and turned into a rare soft look.

Kitahara and Kaede looked at the past from a distance.

The sea of ​​crimson tulips at the foot of the mountain in the distance finally stopped their seemingly endless burning, and suddenly became silent and gentle on this day, as if solidified into a ruby ​​in the shape of a flame.

Birds are jumping around in the fields, and they will raise their tails every time they take a step. Occasionally, a mean-spirited crow flies out of nowhere, pecks a handful of tail feathers, and flies away triumphantly.

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These little guys have become familiar with the residents here this spring and know that they will not disturb their lives, so everyone is extremely comfortable.

"It's time to leave."

Beihara and Feng rubbed the head of the little prince who was lying beside the window in a daze, and said with a smile, "Are you reluctant to let go, Anthony?"

"Kitahara has already said that we will come here to see the sunflowers in May, and the lavender in June."

The child glanced at the land here with some nostalgia. Compared with the bustling city, he still preferred to be in the embrace of nature.

Here, he can hear many, many sounds, hear the animals happily telling their stories, hear the plants singing leisurely in the wind, and hear the stories of the birds...

And he can see the starry sky that is closer, shinier, more beautiful and brilliant than in the city.

But the little prince is not opposed to returning to Paris - he still has his friends there! He actually began to miss Dumas, and regretted that he could not play with him in Provence.

Anthony closed his eyes, took a deep breath of the fresh Provence air with the scent of flowers and cool mint, then turned his head while holding his rose, looking full of energy

"Let's go, Kitahara!"

"Wait a minute, there is Mr. Rousseau."

Beihara and Feng answered with a smile, looking up at the scenery outside the window.

Rousseau also planned to return to Paris this time. Of course, the reason for his decision was not other than Montesquieu's visit to Paris, so he wanted to see his friends.

By the way, he wanted to find a new job with the help of the other party, even copying music scores. Before he finished writing his opera, Rousseau was already so poor that he had to come to Roland's house for lunch every day.

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"Kitahara!"

Just as he was talking, Rousseau ran to the edge of Roland's villa with something in his arms, and waved when he saw Kitahara and Kaede leaning against the window with Anthony.

"I've packed my things, and I have a gift for you!"

Beiyuan and Feng blinked, but before they could answer anything, Roland's voice sounded from another window of the villa first, with a strong aura of dissatisfaction.

"Rousseau, if you want to speak, just come in from the front door and don't stay so far away and yell. Do you know how much harm it will cause to people who stay up late if they are so noisy so early in the morning?"

"puff."

The traveler laughed while lying by the window, but soon he remembered that he seemed to be a person who stayed up late every day, and he couldn't laugh anymore.

By the way, what time did he stay up last night... maybe four o'clock. So how did he get up on time today?

Rousseau was choked by Roland, stopped, and glanced gloomily at Roland, who was smoking against the second floor window. At this time, he had already run to the edge of Roland's villa, so he could naturally see clearly what he was doing.

Forget it, since you won't go to Paris with Kitahara, I won't argue with you, a person who wants to stay in Provence and Fabre for the rest of his life.

Rousseau hummed twice, looked down at the "gift" he planned to give to Kitahara and Kaede in his arms, pursed his lower lip slightly, and reviewed the lines he had spent a week thinking about in his mind to confirm that there should be nothing.

After asking the question, I calmly opened the door with the key and walked in openly.

Today, the Roland family's villa is no different from usual. The two travelers, one big and one small, didn't even pack much. After all, Kitahara and Feng just went back to do one thing, and it is estimated that they will be able to return to Provence in a short time.

If he hadn't been worried that the little prince would feel lonely when he was alone, he probably wouldn't have brought the child back to Paris with him.

Rousseau walked around the living room twice and continued to review the lines in his mind. He felt that his heart was beating very fast due to nervousness, just like the last time he gave a speech at the intersection.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but let out a long sigh, feeling that this world was really ridiculous.

Why does a patient with social phobia have to face these things... If possible, he actually wants to lie in the coffin board and complete all social activities with others.

Not only can you avoid making eye contact with others and prevent them from seeing your embarrassing embarrassment, but you can also pretend to be dead and die when you feel like you can't hold on any longer.

"Monsieur Rousseau?"

Kitahara and Kaede walked out holding Anthony's hand. The first thing they saw was Rousseau staring at the ceiling with a look of hatred on his face, so they called each other's name.

"Ah, Beiyuan!" Rousseau recovered, as if he had been frightened, and subconsciously hid the things in his arms, but the next second he felt that something was wrong with what he was doing.

Wait, isn't he just here to give gifts? Why would he hide the things?

Although this "gift" is indeed not that great...

When Rousseau thought of this, he couldn't help coughing in embarrassment. He resisted the urge to hide the gift deeper and took it out again. He felt that the current atmosphere was so delicate that he could not speak.

Speaking of which, what is the line I just memorized, the line I spent a week coming up with? I can’t seem to remember it all at once... Wait, the first sentence, the first sentence is to say hello, this must be correct.

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Rousseau calmed down a little, tried hard to find the feeling he had when he gave the speech, and tried his best to put a smile on his face, "Well, good morning Beihara."

It's a pretty bad beginning, in a sense more embarrassing than talking about the weather.

But Kitahara and Kaede just tilted their heads, bent their orange-gold eyes, and replied very naturally, "Good morning, Mr. Rousseau."

"Speaking of which, where is the gift you just talked about?" The traveler seemed to notice someone's embarrassment and planned to resolve the topic quickly, "I'm looking forward to it."

After knowing each other for several months, Kitahara and Feng naturally knew what kind of character this person was.

Under normal circumstances, he is quiet and won't say a word for a long time; but when he encounters something he likes or is interested in, he will chatter louder than a hundred sparrows.

As for more important or embarrassing situations, it is a complete "language system loss" state.

Upon hearing this, Rousseau breathed a sigh of relief obviously, then looked down, his face suddenly turned red to his ears, and he looked very uncomfortable.

"Well, this." He tried his best to finish the sentence in a short sentence, put the contents into the traveler's hand, and then ran away with an impatient attitude.

Only one sentence was left, echoing in the living room

"Kitahara, I'll wait for you outside - if there's anything you don't like, you can tell me, and I'll really try to change it. I'm sorry, Kithara, it's true that I'm too stupid..."

Kitahara and Kaede instinctively grabbed the soft silk fabric handed to them by the other party. Looking at Kitahara who could almost be said to be running away in embarrassment, they said "Huh?" with confused expressions on their faces.

"Mr. Rousseau is really shy."

The little prince tilted his head and whispered to his elders.

"Actually, it's not just a matter of shyness."

Beihara and Feng lowered their eyes, looked at the child who had been with them for three years, and said in a gentle tone, "Many people lack courage when facing their own kind, but it is not their fault."

Some are too sensitive to other people's emotions, some care too much about other people's emotional experiences, some can't help but have the worst imagination about their own kind, some have been hurt by others, and some are too

Immersed in their own little world, some people may not be good at it by nature...

There are many reasons why people are socially unfit, but they all have their own, unique reasons, and no one can judge them in this regard.

Anthony blinked and nodded confusedly.

He still cannot understand how complex human beings are. In his world, the most complex thing is his proud and willful rose.

But he will understand sooner or later.

Kitahara and Kaede looked at his raised little head tenderly with orange-gold eyes, knelt down and hugged this child from an alien planet.

Then he shook off the silk fabric that the other party handed to him and looked at it seriously.

This is a beige silk scarf.

It has a beautiful color that is light to almost transparent, and has a soft and light touch. However, it is suddenly sewn with a bunch of flowers, a bunch of snow-white and clear lilies of the valley.

From a traveler's point of view, the stitching is not very tight, and the shape looks crooked, and the colors chosen do not look realistic. It is just monotonous white that runs through to the end, lacking a real three-dimensional sense, making people instantly hallucinate.

Picasso.

But it's cute - really cute.

You can see that the person is sewing the bunch of flowers with great care, and you can also see that the other person is trying hard to make up for something, and there is also what can be called childish guilt and apology.

Kitahara and Kaede gently touched the flowers with their fingers, then took off the scarf that was originally wrapped around their necks and wrapped this one around them.

"Okay." He tilted his head and asked Anthony with a smile, "How do you feel about this scarf?"

"It's very suitable." The little prince stood on tiptoes and looked at it, then said in a very positive tone.

It is indeed very suitable, in every sense of the word. It may be intentional on the part of the producer, but the position and size of the string of white lilies of the valley are not conspicuous, and can even be said to be almost invisible when wrapped around a person's neck.
To be continued...