"The sky is getting a little late, Xixi," Merka leaned against the lamppost, a few buttons on his collar open due to the warm air - before it got dark and the lights came on, Merka and the shadow of the lamppost were pulled deep and long by the fading sun.

Can you understand? A witty and cruel big gray wolf stands in front of you with a lonely face, seeking your agreement, respecting your opinion, and gently listening to your needs. However, for some reason, you cannot agree to his request. So he can only hold you, hold you tenderly.

Sunset, lamppost, Merka, now probably gives people such a feeling.

"I'll walk you home," Merka looked quite energetic.

[Ah, great, I can introduce Merka to my mom...]

Turing was startled by his own thoughts and smiled.

[No, no. How could that be possible? What am I thinking? I lied and believed it myself. My home is not really in Kroto.]

The setting sun seemed to make Turing a little absent-minded.

"We don't have to go back so early."

"How about we go to the city center?" Merka faced the dimly lit direction of the city center. The high lighthouse, the small lanterns, the flickering radiance had already spread across the streets of Red Port before nightfall, shining in Turing's sympathetic and gleaming eyes.

Even without actually seeing it, one can imagine that if you stand here in the dark and look towards the city center, the gentle night scenery of Red Port would surely impress every shallow-minded Acadia person.

As the city that never sleeps, Red Port is not only sweet but also deeply understands the lovely expression of faint light in the darkness.

"Is it okay, Xixi? Is it okay to go back later?" Merka slightly frowned and asked Turing.

"Of course it's okay, if you want to..." Turing pinched the thick hem of his skirt with one hand and gently scratched his face with the other. The rough texture of the skirt added a sense of comfort to Turing's blushing face.

[If it doesn't work, I'll ask Teresa to cover for me...]

"Alright, occasionally being a little late is fine." Merka nodded with a smile.

"I'll show you the train station, Xixi, have you ever seen it before?" Merka gestured and joked about various interesting situations at the train station.

Turing also didn't understand, actually Turing didn't really care. Turing just liked to see Merka in a state of expressionless difficulty.

[So cute.]

It was not until Turing truly faced that mountain of light and iron, heard the shouts of people and the roar of the train entering the station from time to time in the crowd, and smelled the pungent smell mixed with cheap and good cigarettes, that he realized what a train station was.

The human atmosphere, the fragrance of fireworks, and the most down-to-earth and conflicting atmosphere of mediocrity and self-interest deeply stimulated Turing's young and tender soul.

"Mom! Mom, where are you..."

"Sir, I'm sorry, your ticket is invalid, you need to reissue it..."

"God bless you, please take it..."

The people in the station were constantly making noise.

"There are only two places in the country with train stations, here and the city center." In the crowded station, Merka held Turing's shoulder tightly, neither too excessive nor too unfamiliar. He was afraid of losing Turing in the crowd and would occasionally lower his head to take a look.

"Maybe it's just for show off, Red Port created this train station. But it's so slow, riding a horse wouldn't make much difference."

"But overall, it is indeed cheaper than riding a horse."

In this way, the city center of Red Port doesn't need to prepare stables anymore, and it makes {Sanshan Street} the outpost for traders to settle in, spreading the golden trade network throughout the city through the railway, freeing up more space.

At the same time, it forces visitors to visit the city center through Sanshan Street, allowing them to take a good look at the {train}, the symbol of Red Port's prosperity."Um, hello, beautiful little Miss... please accept this, I believe the Lord will bless you." An old man with wrinkled face and hunched posture, kind-hearted eyes, handed over a shiny golden card engraved with words of blessing and a picture of the sacred fire of the deity.

"Are you a missionary? Spreading the word here..." Turing hesitated, without thinking too much, used his hand to lift his cloak and reach for the card.

However, he was stopped by Merka.

"Sisi, don't just accept things from others, they want money." Merka pointed to the small leaflet held in the old man's other hand.

"This card is an indulgence pardon. If you donate more than 500 yuan worth of goods to the church, they will give you one of these, and your name will also be recorded by the church."

"In other words, if you take his card, he will ask you for money." Merka calmly looked at the old man with clear eyes.

"Tsk," the old man's kindly expression instantly turned sour, he shrugged and walked away.

"He asks me for money, I just won't give it to him, right?" Turing naively thought.

"However, no matter how much he asks for, I can afford it anyway."

After that, it was all up to Merka's work. Turing just followed Merka, bought tickets, and got on the train. Turing didn't speak, but deep down, he was a bit apprehensive.

Do I have to take a bus back after I go to the Drum Tower? Will Teresa really help me cover it up? How will my mother punish me if she finds out I come back so late?

But... I just don't want to go back.

On the train, the sky gradually darkened. Merka silently looked out the window at the night scenery, while Turing secretly observed Merka.

"Maybe it's just an illusion I have."

"Being with Merka makes me feel that the consequences of making mistakes become very light, very light."

Turing secretly, sweetly raised the corners of his mouth.

The flawless starry sky, accompanied by the rising moon, became impeccable under the ambiguous atmosphere between the two.

"Sorry, Sisi, I may have underestimated the time it would take on the train." Merka and Turing finally managed to squeeze out of the crowd, pass through the ticket gate, and stood in the empty space outside the station.

Merka reached out his hand towards the moonlit night as if trying to catch stardust. Although there was nothing in the sky, Merka seemed to want to catch something, sacred and beautiful. He exhaled a mixed breath, convincing people that it was a spell of communicating with the starry sky.

"It's late spring now, and the nights during the change of seasons are indeed chilly." Turing unconsciously rubbed his hands.

Turing looked around and spotted a very eye-catching bar. It was brightly lit and the signboard at the entrance displayed numerous discount offers, which immediately caught Turing's attention.

"Are you interested in bars, Sisi?" Merka winked gently at Turing.

Turing shook his head.

"It seems like this bar offers discounted drinks during the Smoke Fairy Festival in Red Port." Merka introduced enthusiastically, even if Turing showed no interest.

"The Smoke Fairy Festival is a once-in-seven-years event... According to legend, the Smoke Fairies choose a girl who excels in morality, reputation, appearance, and etiquette as their representative... And this year's Fireworks Festival, as usual, is a beauty contest."

"If I'm not mistaken, based on my knowledge of past history, the hotel offering discounts is most likely a campaign strategy by one of the contestants."

"But I disdain doing such things..."

"Hey, do you think Lord Raphael will be in this bar tonight?"

"You must be joking, if he were in this bar, wouldn't the entrance look different?"