Last night's rain brought moist and fresh air to Copenhagen, and the wet wind rolled over the pedestrians, leaving many people with tiny droplets of water on their eyelashes.

Birds chirped in the early morning on the branches, their round bodies lined up on the trees, and they jumped around lively and flapping their little wings.

Although it is a cold and long winter in Denmark, there are also many small creatures living here, bringing a sense of prosperity to the season when everything is dying.

Mr. Andersen sat on a bench in Long Beach Park, watching the chirping birds gently, and some of them even fell directly on him without fear of humans.

"Okay, stop making trouble." Andersen reached out and touched the heads of these little fat chirps, and took out a small box from his pocket, which contained the caramel pudding that he was reluctant to eat last night.

He patiently knocked off the thin and crispy caramel covering the pudding, crushed it into fine powder, and then fed it little by little to the birds that came to him.

"Chirp, chirp~" Several little birds crowded together happily, jumping around to taste their snacks, and at the same time, they rubbed their feathers affectionately against the boy's fingers.

Andersen smiled and continued to eat the soft and waxy pudding under the caramel shell.

The pudding that had been left out all night no longer had the warmth of being freshly baked, and all that was felt in the mouth was soft and cold.

But it's really sweet.

It's like the fragrance of sweet orange entering the mouth bit by bit, with the mellow texture of honey, like the cold moonlight, dripping so brightly on the heart.

The young man curved his eyebrows softly, watching the birds coming and going one after another, feeling that his heart also calmed down, and the criticism he had received these days was nothing.

At this time, a soft male voice sounded, with restrained curiosity and kindness: "Excuse me, are you Mr. Andersen?"

Anyone else recognize him?

Andersen raised his head in surprise and looked at the man next to him who had just arrived. The man was holding a child with a mask on his hand and was smiling slightly at him, his orange-gold eyes filled with pure love.

Sky light.

He looks like a gentle and bright person.

Andersen sat up straighter uneasily, and nodded to the other party with tension and fear that came from nowhere.

He doesn't like talking to people very much after his throat breaks down, and others can often understand his behavior.

It has to be said that this once made him relieved, but now he is beginning to become anxious again: What if the other party thinks this is a sign of impoliteness? What if the other party hates him because of this?

"Ah, is it really you?" The other party bent his eyes happily, and his orange-gold pupils seemed to be lit up by something, shining so brightly that it was hard to take his eyes away, "We all like you very much!"

"us"?

Andersen was stunned for a moment and saw the boy with beautiful blond hair holding the other person's hand.

"He is Anthony, and my name is Kitahara Kazuka." Kitahara and Kaede smiled softly, then let go of their hands, letting the children around them run to each other.

This kid even said last night that he wanted to give him a hug, which happened to allow the straight ball player to hit the ball first.

I just hope that Mr. Andersen will not be so frustrated by this straight shot that he loses his armor, or is frightened away...

The little prince looked at the young and frustrated singer in front of him, and then, with the other's confused and overwhelmed expression, he stood up on tiptoes with great effort and reached out to hug him.

"Don't be sad, Mr. Andersen." Anthony's voice seemed a little muffled under the mask, but it also had a softer feeling like a child, "Everyone likes you very much!"

Don't be afraid, everyone is here. There are so many people who like you, and you are not alone at all.

not at all.

"...I'm not sad." Andersen was silent for a while, then he hugged the child in his arms and spoke in a difficult voice, "I'm very happy."

He smiled softly, with beautiful colors in his emerald-green eyes, and there was no trace of the scars left on him during the past period: "I'm really, really happy."

In any case, no matter how unhappy your life is, it would be too embarrassing if you need to rely on your children to comfort you.

He is already a reliable adult.

And...he is indeed very happy now. Andersen smiled and sighed, holding the child in his arms.

It is true that someone likes him, and that is enough. In fact, what he wants is not much, that's all.

fraud.

The keen little prince raised his head and glanced at the other person, noticing the rapid heartbeat and slight trembling of the person he was holding, but he had no intention of letting go.

Although they are very cute, adults are sometimes very strange creatures: they are obviously such good people, why should they be afraid?

It's like you have nothing.

He thought so doubtfully, and then he hugged Andersen's thin body seriously and tried to comfort him as much as possible.

Beihara and Feng looked at the person in front of them and showed a helpless smile.

In his vision, what does the brilliance of Andersen himself look like?

It was not the soft and tolerant blue that he originally thought was like the sea, but a small piece of crystal.

It has countless polished facets, like pieces of small mirrors. When light passes through it, it is reflected layer by layer by the mirror to the center, and even a small beam of light will be reflected by it.

Gather into a brilliant sun.

But if it is placed in the dark, it will not have any expression, it will just remain silent until it is completely submerged in it.

He silently swallows all the malice, but treasures the little warmth of others in his heart, repays it a thousand times with almost fear, and loves everyone who gives him warmth with all his strength.

"Okay, I feel like another idiot who is causing headaches and heartache. Speaking of which, are the superpowers these days very good at making themselves miserable..."

Beiyuan and Feng complained in a low voice. Looking at the two children, one big and one small, cuddling together, their eyes couldn't help but soften.

However, if possible, he also wanted to make up for some regrets that he once thought were irreparable. Not for any reason, just because...

The world would be really terrible if such wonderful people were made to feel miserable and unable to move forward.

He likes beautiful people to embrace beauty, and hopes that the shining stars in human stories can also get their own happiness while shining on others - this is the most clichéd, vulgar, and least passionate story ending.

"Mr. Andersen." The traveler from another world blinked, interrupted the intimacy between the two people with a smile, and happily extended an invitation:

"Although it's a little disturbing, would you like to have lunch with us and chat by the way? In fact, we have friends who plan to give you some gifts. But they may not be able to come until the evening."

"Ah..." Andersen let go of his hand in a panic, as if he felt that his previous behavior of holding someone else's child was a bit rude, his ears were filled with a hint of crimson, and he subconsciously repeated in a daze, "I want to have lunch.

?I..."

The young man coughed, covered up his gaffe, raised his head and smiled at Beihara and Feng, still looking relaxed and gentle: "Of course."

What everyone likes is a bright and enthusiastic person, not a childish ghost who always longs for the love of others.

So you have to be bright and enthusiastic, and you can't show that you are afraid of losing the person in front of you, and you can't show that you are indecisive, willful, and worried about gains and losses.

Don't let them know you're afraid. You have to be reliable, warm, and trustworthy - so that those who happen to come to you won't leave because they see your bad nature.

Only in this way can you retain others' love for you, make those who love you happy instead of disappointed, and be qualified to be loved by everyone.

"I know there's a nice restaurant here. We can talk there until the evening."

Andersen thought for a while, and then suggested briskly, with a slight expectation in his green eyes: "What do you think?"

Beihara and Feng tilted their heads and replied with a smile: "Okay."

The little prince glanced at these two adults who were equally awkward and good at lying in a sense, silently puffed up his face, took out a cookie from his pocket, broke half of it and handed it to Andersen, then took the remaining half.

I ate it carefully.

He now feels that adults are really strange and complicated.

——Although I have everything, I always seem lonely and uneasy, and in pain as if I am going to cry the next second.

If they lived on his home planet, these two people would probably watch the sunset at least fifty-three times a day.

Anthony pulled down his mask, chewed a cranberry cookie, and thought about this very seriously.

But no matter what, you cannot see fifty-three sunsets in one day on earth.

The three of them sat at the window seat of a restaurant for a long time, from salmon with seaweed sauce to beef with cabbage braised over low heat, from stewed pork cubes with vegetables and sauce to fried steak... and finally the carrot flavor.

And passionfruit flavored ice cream. And of course, some whipped cream.

Finally, there was coffee to kill the long hours. The two adults chatted while drinking coffee. The atmosphere seemed quite good as both parties deliberately maintained it - but Anthony always seemed a little wantonly because he was given cold medicine.

doze off.

"So sleepy..." Anthony buried himself in Beihara and Feng's arms, feeling a little dizzy and humming softly, which sounded a bit like coquettishness.

Beihara and Feng pinched each other's faces helplessly: "If you are sleepy, go to sleep. If you want to see what the gift looks like, I will wake you up then."

Anthony shook his head hard, trying to wake himself up, but his voice was still soft and soft: "It's not necessary...it's already sunset. I will definitely be able to see it."

Andersen rubbed the sleepy little prince's head with soft eyes, and curiously asked Kitahara and Kaede: "By the way, how did you know you were going to find me in Changdi Park? If it's not convenient for you to answer, forget it.

Already."

"Well...actually it's just luck." Kitahara and Feng tilted their heads, showing an unknown smile, which revealed a very slight nostalgia, "I just thought of the little mermaid that used to be here."

Copenhagen's Causeway Park, home to Denmark's Little Mermaid sculpture, is known as the symbol of Danish fairy tales. It was also the so-called tourist check-in place in the previous life.

Of course, in this world where even "The Daughter of the Sea" was not born, this sculpture naturally does not exist. But there is Andersen, the author and prototype of The Little Mermaid, lingering here...

"Well, maybe this is a fateful meeting." Kitahara and Kaede held their chins in one hand and joked with a smile, and then looked at the gradually darkening sky.

The Little Mermaid? Fateful encounter?

Andersen chewed on these two words, feeling a little confused, and then heard the other party's happy voice:

"Here we go, it seems these guys are quite punctual."
To be continued...