I just strolled in the lilac courtyard, watching the pedestrians coming and going through the gate.

Andaoyuan had thought many times that the scenery he saw at this moment, the lilac curtains and floating fallen flowers, were shrouded in hazy blue smoke in the early morning, and was disturbed by passers-by, and scattered into an endless, almost transparent light.

(What is the difference between all this and the scenery that people saw in ancient times? Perhaps, it is like Schopenhauer who once said: "It is impossible to have inner peace without a considerable degree of loneliness."

On September 21, 1860, after getting up and taking a cold bath, he was alone as usual, sitting and eating breakfast in his own fireplace with orange and red flames. Everything was fine.

But an hour later, when the servant came in again, Schopenhauer had leaned against a corner of the sofa and fell asleep forever.)

The hustle and bustle and brightness of the world, the happiness and happiness of the world are like clear streams, in the wind, before his eyes, flowing out like springs, flowing through cliffs and rocks.

"Mr. Andaoyuan, Mr. Andaoyuan!"

Until he saw the little creature in front of him waving his hand, he added a little bit of anger to the silence, and did not continue to think. Instead, he took out a light blue hand tent from his arms and asked gently and gentlely: "Miss Susanna, what are your specific needs for expelling the spirit?"

"Mr. An, my neighbor seems to be confused by something strange recently. I want you to help her see."

Miss Susanna is a very small lady. According to her, she came to Tokyo twenty years ago along the current of ferry from Europe, and since then she has been living in this courtyard:

"I prefer the suburbs of London where the mist is covered with factories. There is a spring atmosphere here, so I came to the vicinity of this place when I was mixed on a black smoke ship. At that time, the people here were still wearing armor."

When Beiluo Shimen heard this, he couldn't help but have a strange association: "You are sure that you didn't come from the wise reform era, but twenty years ago."

"Ah, is that? I don't seem to have a strong sense of time."

Miss Susanna usually only lives in her own garden. Sometimes she chooses to find a beautiful flower, and then sleeps for a summer in the fragrant petals, and then finds a tall tree to spend the decaying autumn and the winter covered with silver frost in the heart of the tree.

"Who is your neighbor?"

"I've been spending that flower with her all spring, but unfortunately she seems to have a nightmare."

In this vast world known to Andoroy, it seems that all demons treat the flow of time with an indifferent attitude. Perhaps in other words, their scale of time is higher than the big bench in the center of London, which constantly swings and shakes the gears and plucks the strings and makes every class.

They exist in the world they care about, not far away from others, and are connected by the sky and water.

Perhaps, like Schopenhauer, he just slept next to the slightly warm fireplace in 1860, with his ears being the folk songs of Bluesland hummed by his grandmother, and time was constantly moving away in the distance.

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"It sounds so romantic. I also want to sleep in the garden all the spring." Mo Xiaoyan exuded some unrealistic fantasies.

The straight girl, Miss Beiluo, ruthlessly exposes: "According to your physical condition, it is enough to sleep eight hours a day. If you sleep too much, you will gain weight."

"Why does Miss Susanna not gain weight?"

Mo Xiaoyan said that she would have no friends if she was too straightforward.

"Because I am an elemental life body, there is no such thing as weight in essence. Of course, I remember seeing a friend a long time ago. She went to the kitchen to steal food every day, so she was a circle larger than us."

Miss Susanna explained seriously.

This reminds Andauyuan of the small restaurant interspersed with flower vines that he once saw in Northern Europe, Roba Bavaria, which seemed to be evergreen all year round, passing by with elves.

He now suspects that the flower spirit just simply likes to steal food from the kitchen, so sometimes he is caught without slipping in time, and becomes a beautiful legend circulating in Nordic history.

Of course, Andau has no evidence to prove this.

"So, what is the reward?"

The straight girl Beiluoshi was unconscious.

"I can make tea for you, it's a good tea."

Beiluo Shimen scanned Miss Susanna with a beam, and then concluded: "Put you into the teapot and you should be able to make good tea."

"It's not me, how could anyone want to soak the elves in water as tea? But if you can help my friends solve the problem, I can give you some treasured petals. Those petals can make the entire pond fragrant. If it's a small cup, just a small piece is enough."

Susanna was a little far away from this weird person. After all, she had never seen anyone who could emit light in her eyes, so terrible.

Andaoyuan gently stopped the farce, and he felt that a cup of flower tea given by the elves was a gift worth enough.

When the flower tea arrived, he was about to find Mr. Ruo and Mr. Zhu to taste it.

Speaking of elegance, in Tokyo, only the old bookstore senior and the monk who opened a teahouse can have the same view as him.

Perhaps Miss Qingxing Deng can do it, but her purpose is impure and not honest enough, so naturally she will lose the calm and leisurely spirit.

"Let's go and take me to see your friends." Andaoyuan said calmly.

If you can enter Hyacinth and get the approval of Hyacinth account, you will naturally have obsession and the sound of staying on the trade wind.

Susanna's friend is a flower that is almost yellow.

That flower is not an ordinary flower. It is the first flower in the entire Shinjuku Gyoen Garden to talk to her actively, and it did not wither every time it entered winter.

But now, Susanna heard her friend's fearful voice for a long time: "She seems to be about to wither."

"You have specialized in your skills, please help me, An Sir." Mo Xiaoyan said, looking at Andaoyuan.

Andaoyuan thought so too. He turned on his cell phone and called Miss Qingyuan Quanshui.

"Hello, this is a street corner flower shop. Do you want to order flower express delivery services, or do you want to ask the agent flower shop manager what flowers to send to your girlfriend on Valentine's Day?"

"How do I remember that this is someone's private phone call?" Andauyuan said humorously.

"Hehe, I'll make you so serious every day."
Chapter completed!