The night of the second day.

Anthony, who had been out in the cold wind all night last night, sneezed in front of the window. After Kitahara and Kaede took the temperature, they officially announced the onset of a cold.

Then because of this, the two of them were busy in the hospital for a whole day, and then they reluctantly finished prescribing the medicine and went home.

"Well, this is the price of the cold wind blowing in the middle of the night." The traveler sighed helplessly, holding a small pot that he found out from somewhere, and simmering ginger soup, "I should pay attention to it...

"

But there was nothing he could do about it. After all, after he came to this world, the concept of colds was automatically blocked by him - after all, Dazai Osamu drank water every now and then, and he never had a cold or fever.

The second dimension is really a magical world.

"It feels so uncomfortable..." The little prince, who had caught a cold for the first time, buried his face in his scarf, looking like a sunflower with a drooped head. "I feel out of breath."

"There's nothing we can do about it. Do you want to take some medicine?" Kitahara and Feng smelled the ginger soup, then threw two spoons of sugar into it and simmered it for a while with a spoon.

"I don't want to eat it." Anthony shook his head, making a muffled sound under his scarf, lying on the window, looking up at the scenery outside the window, "Beiyuan, it seems to be raining outside."

The outside seemed to be covered with a gray curtain, crushing everything into vague shadows. The damp breath clung to every corner of the city, and there was a kind of dark dampness.

"I know." Kitahara and Kaede sighed, put down their spoons, turned around and carried the cub that looked much weaker to a chair, and gently rubbed each other's head, "I'll light the fireplace right away.

.”

"Um... sneeze!" Anthony couldn't help but sneeze again, and his whole face suddenly turned red. He hurriedly covered his face with a scarf, "No, I'm fine."

"Pfft." Beihara and Feng laughed shamelessly, and then quickly suppressed it, but there was still a bit of smile in their orange-gold eyes.

Forget it, it's better not to be funny, children will get angry.

Even though the fur is blowing up, it is not threatening at all, but it is very cute.

The traveler patted the other party's head, then continued to cook his own ginger soup, pouring half a bottle of loquat honey into it and mixing the soup thoroughly.

Hmm... This should be able to cope with a certain little patient who has a sweet tooth.

Beihara and Feng took a sip of the brewed ginger soup, nodded with satisfaction, then turned off the fire and poured the ginger soup into a bowl.

Regardless of anything else, at least the spiciness of the original ginger soup has been reduced a lot, making it less objectionable.

Next, I ordered a fireplace... Having said that, heaters really don't feel as warm as a fireplace.

The traveler yawned sleepily, first brought the ginger soup, then lit the match and lit the branches piled in the fireplace.

Dazzling tongues of fire sprang out almost instantly, and warm and even fiery breath spurted out along with the flames, adding a hint of flame color to the already bright room.

Beihara and Feng squatted down, threw two relatively large pieces of wood inside, listened to the "crackling" sound inside, and took a deep breath.

"Cough cough cough!" The traveler was choked and coughed a few times, wiped his physiological tears, and then stood up.

The air, which had been dried by the fire, also had a bit of a choking smell of soot.

"Anthony, do you feel better now?" Beihara and Feng waited for a while before looking at the children beside them.

The other party came to the edge of the fireplace at some point, and huddled next to Beiyuan and Feng. His originally pale face was flushed red by the bright fire, and his beautiful eyes were slightly narrowed, and his expression looked a bit...

Tiredness and sleepiness.

"Bei Yuan..." The little prince pulled Bei Yuan and Feng's clothes and yawned under the firelight. He felt his head was a little dizzy, "I had a very, very good dream yesterday."

"Well, what is it?"

Kitahara and Kaede patiently took this soft child who was incompatible with this world into their arms, and the two of them sat on the carpet and warmed themselves by the fire.

"I dreamed of the Milky Way and the starry sky, and there were many beautiful and beautiful fish, which were flying around the countless planets. Everyone was sitting on the backs of the fish, watching the fish flying in the sky.

rainbow……"

The little prince huddled in Beiyuan and Feng's arms, looking at the beautiful and warm flames. His voice was as misty as a mist, as if he had fallen into that dream again: "There are also very nice songs, just among the stars.

Echoing. It's a sea blue note, and it's still shining, and it feels loud and bright..."

"Well, it must be beautiful."

"It's so beautiful...Kitahara." Under the warm firelight, Anthony looked a little more sleepy, and his originally clear voice became soft, "I really want to hug my big brother yesterday. He looks so good.

It’s uncomfortable.”

"Obviously everyone likes him very much." Anthony muttered vaguely, "Whether it's the big fish, Beiyuan and I, we all like him so much... The whole city is singing for him."

"I know." Kitahara Kaede, who had already guessed who the person who found a place to sing alone yesterday was, sighed, "How about we go find him tomorrow?"

Last night, they watched the young man singing hard with his almost hoarse voice.

Watching the flying fish surrounding him, they continued the melody of the song for each other with their vast and long calls.

Until the young man's voice was completely speechless, so hoarse that he couldn't sing a single word.

Kitahara and Kaede, who knew the identity of the other party through the radiance of his supernatural powers, closed their eyes slightly and let out a silent sigh.

That's Andersen...

In the third dimension, he is known as a writer who "brought joy to a generation of European children", but he has been suffering from the fact that he has been branded with a low status.

He was ridiculed for his gender because of his handsome appearance when he was a boy. He gave up his dream of being a singer because his voice became mute. He was ridiculed as a lunatic and even almost starved to death. He suffered the scorn of many people for being unsociable.

reprimand...

He spent the rest of his life in intense anxiety and uneasiness, worrying and fearing death all the time.

He is almost pathological—or rather pathological in nature—he longs for love from friends and others, loves everyone passionately, and at the same time feels deeply inferior to himself.

Kitahara and Kaede rubbed Anthony's soft blond hair, and with the "crackling" sound of matches, in a room filled with warmth, they spoke softly: "Anthony."

"Huh?" The little prince looked over in confusion, and then he was stuffed with a soft pillow, so he simply buried his head in the pillow.

"I haven't told you the follow-up to the mermaid story before."

Beihara and Feng smiled, took off his coat, covered the child, and continued to tell him the story in a gentle voice:

"Now she wears expensive clothes made of silk and fine gauze. She is one of the most beautiful people in the palace, but she is mute and can neither sing nor speak..."

The Little Mermaid met the prince. Every step she took was tearing pain, but she always just smiled silently.

She cannot express her love, nor can she return to the original ocean. She is forever separated from her past, but she is not truly human either.

It's like the author who wrote her, the child who has been lonely and wandering all his life.

Time ticked by bit by bit, and the story about "The Daughter of the Sea" gradually came to an end.

In the depths of Copenhagen at night, the vast and ethereal songs of fish can be heard. Like the tide of the moon, it spreads through the city little by little.

They started singing at night again - or in other words, he sang a song belonging to the night again.

"In this way, the Little Mermaid began to create an immortal soul for herself over the next three hundred years."

Kitahara and Kaede listened to the fairy's high-spirited song, and concluded the story softly. Then, looking at the child who had fallen asleep due to sleepiness, they arranged each other's slightly messy hair in a funny way.

The traveler carried the little prince back to bed, then tucked him in, with a smile in his orange-gold eyes: "Good night, Anthony."

"Yu~"

Beihara and Feng raised their heads and raised their eyebrows slightly: "Why are you here again? Let's talk about it first, I don't have that many things to entertain you here."

"Yoooo~" The big silver-white fish stuck out its head and flicked its tail. Its translucent body passed through the wall. It held a bright candle in its mouth, raised its wings slightly, and nuzzled the traveler like a baby.

"Okay, don't act like a baby." Beihara and Feng pushed each other's big heads, their eyes helpless, "Do you want him to see you?"

"Yu——"

The big fish flapped its wings happily and made a loud sound.

Gifts, they want each other to see the gifts they have prepared! After seeing the gifts, he will not be so sad!

"You really like him." Beihara and Feng looked at the silly look of the big fish and rubbed each other's heads helplessly, "I'll try hard... but don't have high hopes, I haven't tried either.

Can you let others see it?"

"Yu!" The big fish who received the promise didn't care about the last sentence at all. He just happily raised his head to the human who looked very pleasing to the eye, played with it slimily for a while, and finally planned to fly away reluctantly.

"Hey, wait a minute."

Kitahara and Kaede pulled each other's big transparent tails, wondering if the fairies of Copenhagen were affected by this innocent and romantic city and became a little silly.

But it's still cute.

"Yuwu?"

The traveler knocked the other party on the head, put away all the dinner plates at home, and then reheated the apple pie at home and served it with fresh cream.

Next came soft pudding covered with caramel, cookies topped with chocolate sauce, a few round oranges, and a hastily written postcard.

"Okay." Kitahara and Feng packed these things in thermal bags, then took a wide strip and tied it around the "neck" of the big silver fish, and patted each other's head with a smile.

"Help me bring this dessert to him. Just treat it as an early Halloween dessert gift."

He did this because he suddenly remembered the incident in the third dimension where Andersen almost starved to death. Even if the other party was not that depressed at the moment, eating some desserts would always help him feel good.

"Yu~" Can I eat it? Can I eat it?

"Of course - it's not your fault." Beiyuan and Feng flicked Dayu's head, looking at the other's aggrieved look, their hearts were as cold as iron, "Work hard, be careful of the candle falling from your mouth.

Don’t let others find out.”
To be continued...