"Looks like your brother is treating you very well! But if it's good for you, why would you go to the forest alone to pick mushrooms? Ji Meng couldn't help but let out a questioning voice.

Heinrich smirked: "That's because I'm already an adult!" I can do all of these things! ”

"Oh, you did these things, what did your brother do?" Jimeng asked half-jokingly.

"Brother, he has more important things to do!" Heinrich thought for a moment and replied, as if he was a little frustrated and unwilling because he couldn't explain how powerful his brother was.

Ji Meng couldn't help but laugh when he looked at his little appearance.

Heinrich walked along with Jimeng, and the trees around him seemed to be gradually becoming less dense.

Ji Meng was very strange: "How can you not get lost in such a forest?" ”

"Because I've been through it so many times! This is my home, will you get lost in your own home? Heinrich asked with a smile.

Ji Meng tilted his head and thought: "I can't imagine this, after all, my family doesn't have a forest as big. ”

Heinrich laughed, not knowing what he was laughing at, but he didn't say anything more.

After walking for a while, Ji Meng suddenly found that the rain didn't know when it would stop.

A dusky moon also appeared in the sky.

The moonlight poured down slowly, and below it, there was a solemn-looking spire building.

The building that appeared in front of him like a dream, and when you look closely, Ji dreams of a Gothic church.

However, it looks as if it has been abandoned for a long time, and some of the walls are broken.

Plants grow out of the walls, and this place becomes a playground for them.

Lights come out from behind the brilliant stained-glass windows, adding life to the decaying building.

It is hard to imagine why there is such a church here. 89 Books

Before Jimeng had time to think about it, Heinrich pulled Jimeng with a smile on his face and ran up, shouting as he ran:

"Hölderlin! Hölderlin! I'm back! ”

As he shouted, the lights in the room flickered, and a figure flashed through the glass window.

The door opened, and a tall young man stepped out.

He was pale and thin, but he could also see that he was a beautiful man.

He was dressed in a black robe and wore a silver cross necklace on his chest, which was very appropriate for the building.

Seeing Heinrich approaching with a strange woman, there was a puzzled look in his eyes, but then he smiled again.

His smile gives a very warm feeling, as if the whole person is exuding a faint halo.

He crouched down and embraced Heinrich, who was running towards him, in his arms.

"Oh, why did you come back? When I saw the rain, I was still worried.

Look, it's all wet, go in and warm up.

Ah, ...... is this young lady? ”

"This is my brother Hölderlin, brother, this young lady is the lost person I met in the forest just now, her name is Jimeng.

I thought she was quite pitiful, so I brought her back first, brother, you wouldn't mind, would you? Heinrich said, looking up at Hölderlin, his eyes full of expectation and pleading.

"You're doing a great job, it's our duty to help those in need." Hölderlin stood up, holding Heinrich in one hand, and it seemed that he was not as weak as he seemed.

"Hello, Miss Jimeng, if you don't mind the dilapidated cold house, please come in and rest.

It's hard to go out alone in such weather, and it's not easy to get lost in the forest.

We didn't have any good stuff here, but hot water and clean beds were available. Hölderlin said with a soft smile.