Today is another good weather. Large white clouds float above this ancient and quiet city, with a lazy attitude.

They don’t know what this gorgeous city looks like in their eyes – maybe it’s a flower, or a musical fountain?

Our two travelers, one young and one young, were standing in the suburban parking lot of this city. At this time, the two of them were studying the map seriously.

"This is our temporary stop, Weimar."

Kitahara and Feng compared it carefully and breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that they were not wrong, and said to Anthony.

Facts have proved that if there are no special landmarks along the way, it is indeed easy to go the wrong way when traveling by car. Especially in this era when smartphones have not yet become popular and mobile navigation is out of the question.

At least when they encounter a fork in the road, they have to spend a lot of effort every time to determine which winding line on the map this road is - sometimes even a compass can't save you.

But the feeling of traveling on bicycles was unexpectedly good, and they even saw many white windmills in the German countryside.

The huge buildings rising from the flat ground whirled and whirled as the wind blew, and the huge cross wind blew almost made people feel a miraculous power.

It is difficult to tell whether this is a miracle of nature or human beings. But it is enough to make travelers think of Don Quixote's feats when passing them, and express deep admiration for them.

Oh, by the way, they also put Kongming lanterns in the wilderness. Fortunately, although the wind was a bit strong that day, it did not cause any serious fire accidents, and those lanterns went up to the sky smoothly.

The bright lights flew into the universe with the blessings of the two people. Maybe they will become a star in the future, and people passing by will see the childish words written on them.

But it doesn’t matter, no one knows that these words were written by them anyway. As long as their own notes are not secretly circulated... But who would think of spreading such a thing!

"Have we arrived yet?" Anthony didn't care much. He liked everything that happened on this journey very much. Even if there were more or less troubles on the road, it was still very interesting in his eyes.

The child closed his eyes slightly, with a cheerful smile on his face, paused for a moment, and then said softly in a singing tone: "It sounds so beautiful."

This is a piece of music that is as fluttering as a butterfly, flying lightly in the spring sunshine, like a cluster of poems covered with flowers under the crystal clear sunlight.

Kitahara and Kaede raised their heads and saw the colorful musical notes entwining the city.

Thousands of butterflies flew out from the windows of the surrounding tall buildings. For a moment they turned into symbols on the staff, and for another moment they turned into flowers.

These colorful little guys are playing together in the sky and dancing to the melody of the music.

In other words, the music is dancing around them.

"Indeed, and it looks very beautiful." Looking at this gorgeous scene, the traveler couldn't help but lower his voice and whispered to the little prince beside him.

Anthony opened his eyes curiously, looked at the colorful butterfly above with his dark eyes, and let out a suppressed cheer.

"I thought of the dance - the dance on Christmas and New Year's Eve in Copenhagen."

He held Beiyuan and Feng's hands and said excitedly. His voice sounded light and fast, as if he had returned to that lively night again: "When those flowers and elves were flying in the sky, singing and dancing hand in hand... it was simply...

Exactly the same beauty.”

"Yeah, I remembered it too."

Looking at such a scene, Kitahara and Kaede couldn't help but smile: "That was really a night that everyone will remember for a lifetime, just like it was a morning that everyone will remember for a lifetime."

It is indeed exactly the same beauty.

That night the flowers were flying like butterflies, singing songs freely and dancing together hand in hand. The elves flapped their little wings and danced a spinning waltz with their partners on the flowers.

"Let's go, this is a welcome." The traveler patted Anthony on the shoulder, called him back to his senses, and stuffed the map into his arms with a cheerful voice, "I have a hunch. We can make it in this city.

There are very interesting things happening there.”

"I think so too."

Anthony reluctantly glanced at the butterfly in the sky again, and then hugged his little bottle tightly. The plant inside had a beautiful bud hanging on it. The little prince said in a determined tone: "She will be here.

Flowering."

Because there is nothing more suitable for this proud flower than this city: it has beautiful music and architecture, there are so many beautiful butterflies, and it happens to be in the most brilliant spring.

——Right here, the stage has been set for the birth of the most unique flower in the world.

Kitahara and Kaede looked at this reserved flower that refused to come out, smiled knowingly, and then walked towards the city with Anthony, slowly telling the story of Weimar in this world on the way.

In the third dimension, the city of Weimar has Goethe as a writer, Schiller as a poet and playwright, the philosopher Nietzsche who spent the last part of his life here, the musician Hummel, and the famous piano player

Liszt, the virtuoso, and the Bauhaus, the birthplace of modern design...

However, in this world where everyone collectively "abandons literature and embraces martial arts", naturally some of them have no role to play. As a result, this city is not as glorious as it was in the memory of the previous life. Only the fields of music and art design still have some reservations.

Beihara and Feng listened to the music coming from their ears, and the corners of their mouths outlined a slight arc.

In this world, is it the art and music of the city itself that calls people here, or are these great artists and musicians shaping this city surrounded by art and music?

"Speaking of which, do you want to see where those musicians once lived?" Kitahara and Kaede's eyes fell on the edge of a hill - where Liszt once lived.

This pianist who pushed his piano skills to another world came here because of love, and finally left because of Weimar people's disapproval of his relationship with Caroline. Only the music he created and the artistic kingdom he created with all his hard work remain.

In this city.

"Eh? No need. I don't really like an empty house..."

Anthony raised his head and said in a very serious tone: "And I have heard their music from these buildings. It sounds really good."

Houses without owners always look empty, their souls have followed the departing musicians, and there are only empty bodies sitting here - which is not as beautiful as the songs sung by the city for these musicians.

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Kitahara and Feng smiled and said nothing more: "Then after I finish my work, how about we go to the Bauhaus Museum and have a look? I guess there must be very special music in the artwork there."

"Okay -" Anthony replied in a long tone and seriously. He was also curious about what the Bauhaus Museum looked like.

He has seen many similar buildings in Berlin. But the overlapping and distortion of space, the application of mirroring and scaling, always create an amazing and novel experience every time.

Different from traditional art styles, modernism really has its own unique beauty: in other words, what they are best at is using the simplest structure to create the most complex and special things.

"But what does Kitahara want to do?" Anthony shook Kitahara and Feng's hands and asked curiously.

"It's not a big deal. I'm just looking for someone... but it doesn't matter if I can't find him."

The traveler tilted his head and smiled slightly: "You can understand that a fool came here to try his luck because he was too unwilling."

Anthony blinked and quickly found the rebuttal point in this sentence, and whispered: "But Beiyuan is not an idiot. Although he is indeed stupid sometimes..."

Kitahara and Feng coughed a little awkwardly, but did not refute. They continued to search for the destination of their trip, following the general impressions in their memories when checking information.

In his impression, the three-dimensional Schiller's former residence should be a three-story yellow building on Schiller Street, mixed next to the commercial street, integrating with the surrounding environment, and appearing quite harmonious.

Originally, this feature could eliminate many houses, but Weimar is almost all made up of yellow Baroque three-story bungalows...and there is no such thing as Schiller Street in this world.

Kitahara and Kaede sighed a little melancholy, looking up at the butterflies flying around in the streets and alleys carrying music, but in the end they did not choose to trouble them.

After asking around with the name "Johann Christopher Friedrich von Schiller", thanks to the fact that this small town only has a permanent population of about 60,000, he still got information about the other person's residence.

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"Bremenstrasse...does Germany here also like to name streets after places?"

The traveler muttered thoughtfully, and after finding the corresponding location on the map, he looked at Anthony with his orange-gold eyes, looking a little apologetic: "Anthony, do you want to find a place to wait for me? I want this

The people involved may not want too many people to know."

At least Goethe would be reluctant to let others talk about what happened between him and Schiller.

"...Is it related to Mr. Goethe?" Anthony glanced at the gold-red badge pinned to his lapel, keenly noticed something, and asked softly.

"No." Beihara and Feng shook their heads, showing a relaxed smile, "I've already said that I'm just a little reluctant. If I insist on saying it, it's just to fulfill a dream of my own."

There is no great reason or noble cause. It's all just because he wants to do it and has nothing to do with anyone else.

He just felt that when Schiller left Germany, he must have left something about Goethe in this city.

It would be a pity if Goethe, a guy who didn't want to face loss, just missed it.

The traveler looked in the direction of Schiller's former residence with some sadness.

Just like in this world, Goethe and Schiller embarked on completely different paths because of the war, the story between the two of them in the third dimension is equally dramatic.

These two people with completely different personalities disliked each other's private lives terribly during their lives, but they also regarded each other as close friends. Together, as the twin stars of German classical literature, they led a glorious era of literature.

In the farce of moving the grave after Schiller's death, Goethe took the mistaken skull back to express his condolences, while the real corpse was lost in the dust of history.

Until Goethe also died, although the two graves were adjacent to each other, there were still no bones belonging to Schiller in his coffin. In the end, the great writer did not find his friend underground.

——Life without seeing each other is like participating in business.

Beihara and Feng withdrew their gaze, but suddenly thought of this poem written during the war.

So, after knowing the ending of these two guys in the third dimension, how could he calmly watch this never-to-be-meeting tragedy repeat itself in another form...

Especially, one of the protagonists in this story is his friend.

Anthony looked at the traveler with his clear eyes, and the suspicion in his eyes was so obvious that it couldn't be more obvious.

"Okay, that has nothing to do with Mr. Goethe." The little prince held his flowers, raised his eyes to look at the stubborn man in front of him, and whispered, "Come back soon. I will wait for you here."

The two of them would never try to make each other give up their determination, but would only give each other blessings.

"It's okay, I just went for a spin."

Beihara and Feng's eyes softened, and they restrained their previously turbulent thoughts. They held the child in their arms and patted each other's head comfortingly: "I'll be back soon. If it doesn't work, I can still ask here.

Where’s the little butterfly?”

I don’t know when the music flowing in this city has changed. It’s passionate, contradictory, and tense, like a fast fire, dancing wantonly and flamboyantly. People can’t help but think of Liszt’s "Norma"

Memories".

The golden-red butterflies separated from the red roof and yellow walls piece by piece, like rising tongues of fire, forming a bright sea of ​​fire in the world that people could not see, and like a burning tornado.

Music as intense as raindrops, and butterflies flowing in the air like flames. They entwine with each other and emerge from the buildings and sculptures along the street, laughing through the streets and alleys like a race.

Even the wind can only chase their footsteps.

"Here, look at them, how beautiful they are."

The traveler raised his head and saw endless butterflies covering the sky.
Chapter completed!