Ji Meng felt that this pair of whites were strikingly similar, and, on closer inspection, this Hölderlin really looked a little similar to the two old men just now!

It's just that Hölderlin looks so young that it's hard to connect them.

In the mood of being at peace when they have come, I think that since these people have appeared, they must have the value and meaning of their existence.

Anyway, it's like a headless fly wherever you go, and although you want to go back to the old gentleman's house to get the letter you left behind, you can't even tell the direction, let alone how to walk back.

Now that there are ready-made people to ask, why bother?

Besides, I still have the ability to hide! So, there's nothing to be afraid of!

Anyway, as long as it's not a ghost or something, Jimeng feels that he can still handle it!

After all, the invisible is the deadliest!

As the two walked in, Ji Meng looked around and was stunned!

The tall dome inside is full of ornate frescoes, all of which are related to religion.

Although the colors are not as bright as before, they still look full of sacredness.

The figures are full and vivid, and the postures are natural and fluid, reminiscent of great painters such as Botticelli and Raphael in the Renaissance, and the ubiquitous sculptures are also very popular with the bones of Donatello and Michelangelo.

If nothing else, the paintings and sculptures in this house alone are already a treasure!

Regrettably, some of the walls have been destroyed, and some of the sculptures have been damaged to varying degrees.

In the middle of the hall, a statue of the Virgin is missing half a head, but it is still very beautiful.

There are a lot of flowers and plants around the statue of Our Lady, which is supposed to be done by these two people.

There is also a wreath around the neck of the sculpture, and the flowers on it are already a little decayed, and it seems that it has been sitting for a while.

"You've been running out with your mother for so long, she should be tired, put her back and let her rest well."

Hölderlin smiled and said to Heinrich, who answered the call, and hurried to the sculpture, placing the skull on an old red velvet cushion, and covering it with a white lace handkerchief.

All this looks inexplicably weird and inexplicably makes people feel a little sad, and Ji Meng can understand the mood of a child without parents.

Hölderlin glanced at Jimeng, and when he saw her staring at Heinrich's skull like that, he hurriedly walked up to her and said apologetically:

"Sorry, didn't scare you, did you? Actually, he's not an eccentric kid, it's just that he's too young and needs a sustenance. ”

Can't you be his sustenance yourself? But this is someone else's business, and Ji Meng is naturally not easy to put his beak.

Smiling wryly, Ji Meng didn't say anything.

"Ah, you're tired, aren't you? There are guest rooms upstairs, don't look like this, the living utensils are readily available, it may not be particularly good, but it is also very convenient. ”

Yoshimu felt familiar with these dialogues again, but shouldn't all hospitable hosts be like this?

Just thinking to himself, Heinrich had already run over, took Ji Meng's hand with one hand and said:

"Sister, I'll take you upstairs!"

Before Jimeng could answer, Heinrich pulled her and ran.

Hölderlin smiled and reached out to take the mushroom basket in Ji Meng's hand, and said with a smile:

"Heinrich, take good care of Miss Jimeng, and when you clean up, you can drink delicious mushroom soup."

"Good ——!" Heinrich happily answered, and ran upstairs with Jimeng.