The hall was empty and quiet, and the howl of a blizzard outside the window was endless.

"Can you dance?" The girl in the hall turned her head for no reason and suddenly asked.

"No... No. The little boy who was asked by the girl seemed a little timid, as if he had been asked similar questions countless times, but his answer was always the same.

"You're not going to be normal." The girl standing in the center of the hall showed a natural expression: "You are Asian, I see that Asian girls here have short legs, and of course people with short legs can't dance." ”

"You're Asian, too..."

The boy wanted to argue about something, but because his voice was so weak, the girl ignored him and said, "Do you want to learn to dance?" ”

The boy was stunned for a moment and nodded subconsciously: "Yes." ”

"I can teach you." The girl said: "I am from the Soviet Union, and Soviet girls can dance ballet, this is genetic, we have been up and down since the womb of the mother. ”

"Why teach me? Why not... Anyone else? The boy asked.

"Because I like stupid people." The girl said as a matter of course: "It is not difficult to teach smart people, I will have no sense of accomplishment, but if I can teach you, it will prove that I am smarter than smart people." ”

"Hmm... Well. The boy didn't know what to say but nodded, and he watched the girl rise and fall and spin in the empty hall by herself, and the lines of her arms and calves were as beautiful as oil paintings, and he couldn't help but whisper, "Can I not learn ballet?" ”

The girl stopped dancing, her loose blonde hair draped behind her back, turned to look at him and asked, "Why?" I know you're stupid, but I have faith to teach you. ”

"Ballet is a dance for girls." The boy whispered with his legs folded.

"Oh, you're worried about this." The girl said as she paced forward: "Ballet is actually for you. ”

"Do you want to say I'm like a girl?"

"No, I said ballet is good for you because her meaning is very similar to yours."

"Implications?"

The girl stood in the middle of the empty hall, turned around neatly, raised her long neck, looked down at the timid boy in the corner, and whispered: "Ballet is a dance that imitates swans, every dancer of ballet is a swan, some swans are silent all their lives, and they will sing a song before they die. ”

"Are you saying I'm going to die?"

"Everybody is going to die, it's just a matter of time."

The boy looked at the girl in the center of the hall with half of his face hidden in his clasped hands, the color of the pupils that looked down on him reflected the golden splendor of the hall.

*

Lin Nian was woken up by the vibration of the plane, he opened his eyes and saw long hair as gorgeous as gold, for a moment he couldn't tell the difference between dream and reality, he couldn't help but reach out and want to touch the soft blonde hair, but someone next to him suddenly slapped the back of his hand and brought him back to reality.

"I want to play with my hair and dye it myself." Lin Xian looked at Lin Nian, who was sleeping in a daze, and said, "Don't you see how big his boyfriend is?" ”

Lin Nian looked up in a daze, he was sitting on the seat of the United Airlines, and there was a blonde American girl sitting not far in front of him, the blonde hair he saw when he woke up was the girl's, and next to the girl was sitting a big man who looked like a bodybuilding coach, wearing sports headphones and nodding to the rhythm.

A chime sounded in the cabin, and the sweet voices of the empty people of the airline told everyone that the plane had encountered some air currents within a controllable range, and it was normal for vibrations to occur, and there was no need to panic.

Lin Nian remembered that he and Lin Xian were sitting on a flight to Chicago International Airport, the journey was nearly 13 hours, and the Kassel Academy had booked them a first-class ticket, and he couldn't stand the boredom of waiting and fell asleep temporarily.

"Seeing that you slept soundly, I didn't help you put the seat flat for fear of waking you up, did you have a nightmare?" Lin Xian asked.

"No, it shouldn't be a nightmare." Lin Nian bent down and pressed his temples, the memory in the dream disappeared like the first sun melting snow, he tried to remember it but it was like holding fine sand in his hand, and the memory couldn't stop disappearing with the wind from his fingers, until there was nothing left when he opened his hand.

"If you can't remember, forget it, some people really can't remember what they dreamed about when they dreamed." Lin Xian said.

Lin Nian glanced sideways at Lin Xian, it seemed that it was for the convenience of not being hung up on his hair when he got on the plane, and today Lin Xian specially tied his hair up and tied it behind him, and a black ponytail was smooth and soft.

Lin Xian noticed Lin Nian's gaze and raised his eyebrows: "If you want to touch it, it's unlikely that the girl in front will agree, but my hair is still allowed for you to touch it." ”

"No, forget it." Lin Nian shook his head: "I don't have that fetish." ”

"Yes." Lin Xian said: "Do you have any habits that I don't understand? ”

Lin Nian couldn't help but glance at her, sighed and said nothing.

"You're actually quite timely to wake up, we'll be there in an hour." Lin Xian looked at the electronic watch on his wrist and said: "I changed the time to Chicago time, we should be two o'clock in the afternoon when we arrive at the airport, seeing that you don't have to sleep well, you don't have to fall into jet lag, and you fall asleep with a pillow at night." ”

"After you get there, it's the most troublesome, and you have to find a train." Lin Nian yawned: "I heard Sister Mandy say don't let me look for the CC1000 express train at the Chicago train station, because I can't find it in the timetable, even if I look for the attendant at the train station, it's useless." ”

"And where do we go to find it?" Lin Xian frowned.

"Sister Mandy said she would have one of her seniors pick us up." Lin Nian recalled: "The name seems to be Fingal von Frings, sixth grade. ”

"Sixth grade? Does Kassel Academy have a high school? Lin Xian was surprised.

"No, it's actually the fourth grade, but it's just a two-year repetition, which is a legend in the school." Lin Nian hesitated for a moment and said: "Senior Sister Mandy said that he was the only big idler who came to pick us up when he had time to run errands at the beginning of school, after all, he was idle in the school every day without any classes, and it was said that he owed the school a lot of money. ”

"Sounds unreliable." Lin Xian had a vigilant look on his face.

"I think too, but Sister Mandy said that this senior is a close student of Professor Manstein, and he can be trusted, at least he won't abduct us to dig coal in the black kiln." Lin Nian said.

"Fingal von, Frings." Lin Xian repeated the name: "Sounds like a German? Won't there be a language barrier? ”

"Kassel Academy implements a Chinese school, and after six years of school, how can I say that Chinese should be spoken?" Lin Nian hesitated.

"Did your senior sister say anything else about paying attention?" Lin Xian asked.

"Yes." Lin Nian nodded: "She said that if this senior Fingal sincerely invites me to join the Ministry of Information, and encourages me to pay the entrance fee in advance, let me not be polite, just call the other party's face, and she will be responsible afterwards." ”

"Hmm." Lin Xian nodded thoughtfully, and seemed to have a better understanding of this Fingal senior.