Sometimes fairies also wonder, “What does the world in these people’s dreams look like?”

Although she can make people fall into a beautiful dream, she can't come into their dreams to see what these people look like in their dreams and meet the people in their dreams.

This is the only thing she regrets - if this is the case, she won't be able to bring them new New Year gifts again in the future, right?

After the fairy was tired of singing, and before she fell asleep next to the baby's cradle, this was what she thought in her mind.

Then she dreamed of the past in her "memory" as if it was a long, long time ago, flying through the black night sky in a carriage, spreading blessings to every family before dawn the next day.

So far away that it's blurry.

Why can't I see clearly? Why can't I see these beautiful memories? Why...

This unknown feeling of anxiety didn't stop abruptly until a polite knock on the door broke the vague dream.

The goblin opened his eyes in confusion, and finally determined the only possible source of the knock on the door.

Is it an outsider that I just met before?

She watched the door being pushed open without courtesy, revealing a familiar face, and then a familiar voice:

"Good afternoon, Miss Snow. I think..."

When the other party saw the scene in the room, he seemed to be stunned, and then he said hesitantly: "Uh, are you taking care of the children? Sorry to bother you."

"If you have anything to say, just tell me." The girl-like monster raised her eyes. She looked cold again at this time. "Or do you really don't want to live anymore?"

"No, I just think that although I didn't make a wish in Russia during the New Year, if I have a small wish, you won't help me fulfill it, right?"

The traveler who stood openly at the door blinked his eyes and said happily: "Really, Miss Snow?"

"It's a very simple wish. Would you like to accompany me to visit St. Petersburg? How about just one day today."

"..." Go and visit St. Petersburg?

The goblin seemed silent for a moment, and inexplicable emotions flashed across her ice-blue eyes - her senses about St. Petersburg in her memory had always been vague, and she only vaguely knew that this was one of the cities she would come to every New Year.

one.

What does St. Petersburg look like now? How are people living? Are they still happy?

She narrowed her eyes slightly and replied softly: "Okay."

St. Petersburg is a beautiful city - many people have said this. Even among all cities in Russia, she is the most beautiful and luxurious noble lady.

It is the splendor and brilliance that all those who step into this city for the first time are amazed by.

Kitahara and Kaede handed a piece of chocolate cake to the elf lady next to them. After being rejected, they stuffed it into their mouths with "regret".

The fairy lady next to her had no objection to this, but looked around curiously, her ice-blue eyes reflecting the gradually brightening lights of St. Petersburg.

This curious expression, coupled with the way she held a raspberry milkshake and a tiramisu cake in one hand, made her really look like an underage human girl.

Finally, her eyes fell on a painting placed by a merchant on the street.

The blue night, countless bright and huge stars that seem to be rotating, the cedar trees rising like flames, the restless night. And the quiet town lit up by countless lights.

The sense of life and carnival that almost penetrates the picture grows and spreads in the vision of everyone who sees it.

"Hey, little girl, do you like this painting "Starry Moon Night"?"

The seller of these paintings was a middle-aged man. After noticing the goblin's curious eyes, he took the framed imitation painting into his hands and greeted him warmly: "This is Van Gogh's masterpiece! The brushstrokes

It is rare to find such a good imitation of a painting."

"Van Gogh?" The girl who walked to the stall unknowingly tilted her head in confusion and repeated the name.

She looked at the painting and felt a little curious about an artist who could paint such a vibrant and passionate painting: "So who is he?"

"An unlucky painter who only sold one painting during his lifetime, but even imitations of his paintings can be sold for money after his death."

Beihara and Feng's voices sounded a little teasing, and the girl turned her head slightly, only to realize that the other party had walked over at some point.

The traveler looked at the white-haired goblin, then at the framed painting, and smiled easily: "If you want, I'll give you one - just treat it as a half-day companionship with me."

Return gift?"

"No need. And this painter must be very unfortunate." The white-haired girl shook her head at this suggestion, looked away, and walked back to the street. "He must have felt very sad when he was alive."

"Perhaps?" Kitahara and Kaede thought for a while, then reached out to brush off the chocolate powder that fell on themselves, "But without all of this, he might not be able to draw a work like "Starry Night". This is what human beings are like

, I hate suffering but I have to be grateful for its existence.”

The goblin who was evaluated by Chekhov as "not understanding human beings" took one last look at the painting, then lowered his head and quietly drank the raspberry milkshake in his hand without making any answer.

The crimson color of the raspberry milkshake is served in a transparent glass, like a blooming rose, and the crimson shadow is reflected in the street lights.

Does the beauty of all stars come from the flower inside that is invisible to others?

"Let's go." she said.

Then they continued through St. Petersburg.

From the singing cruise ships on the Neva River to the bustling Nevsky Prospekt, to residential areas and quiet alleys where two or three people hang out.

At this time, there was still Snow Maiden's pendant hanging on the Christmas tree that had not yet been removed. The girl looked inside through the glass of the store for a long time, and then the merchant who thought it was funny gave her one as a gift.

The Snow Maiden pendant in white clothes is sometimes added with wings, which makes it look snow-white.

Then, they went to the park in St. Petersburg. The moonlight was beautiful inside, and the lake in the center of the park looked like the silvery shadow of the moon.

At night in St. Petersburg, even the shadow of the moon shines - isn't this a normal thing?

"Then we went to watch the ballet. There happened to be a performance of "Firebird" tonight. I wanted to see it before in Moscow, but unfortunately I didn't have a good time..."

Kitahara and Kaede looked at the moonlight, then picked up a stone, and then made a beautiful float in the lake.

"Wow, beautiful!" The traveler was also surprised by his results, and then looked at the water demon next to him, "How about it? Do you want to try it too?"

The white-haired girl hesitated for a moment, then squatted down, picked up a stone, and threw it onto the lake.

Then "Gulu" sank to the bottom of the water.

But soon, the stone miraculously floated up from the water, and then jumped and stumbled on the lake under the eyes of the two "people".

Then he jumped all the way to the other side.

"...So, you are using magic?"

"you guess?"

The girl raised her head, with a fleeting smile on her lips, and then stood up again: "Let's go and watch the ballet."

"Although I have never seen that magical bird, if I remember correctly, in the mouths of various fairies, it has always been famous for its sparkle, beauty, and various stories with humans. I am very curious about what humans will do.

How to describe it."

On the other side, Turgenev was looking at each other with Chekhov in the room.

"I remembered, I know you!" Turgenev looked at Chekhov for a long time, and then gave a high-five in realization, "I helped you find your sister before!"

"..." Chekhov looked at the other person with strange eyes for a while, "So why are you here?"

"Because I met a nosy fool?"

Turgenev pinched the other person's face, then looked at the other person's speechless and depressed eyes, and suddenly laughed: "Okay, don't look at me like that. At worst, I will help you find a sister again.

Okay?"

"What do you need me to do?" Chekhov rubbed his red face and couldn't help but curled his lips, but still asked seriously.

After all, he had dealt with him once, so he at least knew what the other person's character was like.

"Huh?" Turgenev looked at the cub who was less than half his height, then pressed his head and rubbed it, "Just wait until Beiyuan finishes dealing with the goblin and take back the superpower.

"

"As for now, the child should have a good rest."

…

"Do you think the firebird will die?"

Maurice Bell's "Firebird" is very different from the original "Firebird" ballet. The most obvious point is that the time is greatly shortened, turning it into a short ballet of only about half an hour.

This question was asked by the girl next to me halfway through the dance drama.

They were sitting in a private room on the second floor, looking at the ballet dancer in red in the middle of the stage.

The firebird in the story is struggling and singing sadly, but the people around it who have previously protected and warmed it have given it new strength. It is dying, but every feather is shining.

Darkness, darkness, and then the flame under the darkness. Every moment is an interpretation of burning with all your strength, and lighting up the light with all your strength.

Then the light went out.

The firebird died in the center of the people. Before its death, it was surrounded by the humans it sheltered, and died in such warmth.

"Don't worry, the firebird won't die." Kitahara and Feng sat in their seats, watching the ballet plot progressing step by step, and smiled softly, "No matter what, you have to be confident."

Just as he finished speaking, the flames on the firebird's body rose again, and the dead bird flapped its wings again, and the bright red color lit up. The people around him rejoiced, rejoicing and cheering for the resurrection of the firebird.

Some people in the audience also marveled at the rebirth of the firebird, followed by violent applause.

Amid applause and cheers, this short ballet slowly came to an end. As the intermission between the two dance dramas began, people stood up and left one after another.
To be continued...