The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman

As winter gradually enters, the rain in Gotham has not decreased. The pattering rain slides down along the eaves. When it falls in the garden, the leaves of the delicate garden plants are knocked off and the soft branches bend down. , clinging to the ground, wailing helplessly.

Merkel put on her raincoat and walked out with an umbrella. Schiller, who was sitting by the fireplace reading a book, looked up and asked him, What's wrong? Where are you going?

Sir, the rain tonight is too heavy, and the newly transplanted plants in the garden may not be able to bear it. I'm going to put up the awning to prevent them from being able to survive this winter.

Schiller shook his head and said helplessly: Even if it doesn't rain, they won't survive this winter. I'm afraid they won't survive this night at all...

Merkel. I have told you a long time ago that Gotham is not a city where you can use your gardening skills. Those delicate European seedlings are only suitable for growing in the gardens of European nobles. Gotham? This place will only belong to them. grave.

Merkel sighed softly and said: A month ago, when there was some sunshine, they grew pretty well, but unexpectedly, in the past week, the dark clouds have not left the city.

Even if we can't all survive, we should at least save the few remaining ones, after all. How can there be no flowers in the garden of the manor?

Schiller shook his head helplessly, but said nothing. Merkel took her umbrella and went out.

Through the floor-to-ceiling windows at the back of the living room, Schiller could see that as soon as he went out, the strong wind broke the ribs of the umbrella. The force of the wind blowing the umbrella surface caused Merkel to hit the tree behind, and the tree roots on the ground held her back. He stumbled.

When she stood up again, Merkel threw the broken umbrella aside as if she was angry, put on the hat of her raincoat, and walked back. Schiller smiled and said: Why do you think this is necessary? Tomorrow Can't we do it in the morning? It's a typhoon day tonight...

After saying that, he closed the book, walked to the door, and glanced at the garden behind.

The situation there is indeed not optimistic. Not only the newly transplanted plants, but also the many rose plants and dense shrubs left by the previous owner of the manor, are not growing very well. At this time, they are crumbling in the roar of the typhoon. .

Schiller turned back, went to the cloakroom next to the stairs, took out two umbrellas, and handed one to Merkel. Merkel took the umbrella and looked at him with some confusion. Schiller shrugged and said :

We have to rescue the plants. With the weather like this, Gotham's gardeners will be very busy tomorrow. You can't expect the wealthy ladies in the manor district to be here to rescue their gardens on such a rainy night.

Schiller put on his own raincoat, took his umbrella, and came to the garden. The cold wind blew his raincoat rattling, but the umbrella was very strong and remained motionless despite the wind and rain.

The garden of Rodriguez Manor is relatively large among the manors. It is said that the original owner liked gardening very much. Although Schiller did not know how an orthodox Gothamite developed this hobby, he originally bought the manor. At that time, I spent one-third more for this beautiful big garden.

Schiller had almost no habit of planting. After getting this big garden, he also wanted to plant something, but the final result could not be said to be spring flowers and autumn fruits, but endless fallen trees.

But before Schiller started planting, he gained a lot of cultivation knowledge. However, after starting, he found that cultivating a gardening hobby in Gotham was still a bit too luxurious. Most of the native plants here have been eliminated through the survival of the fittest over several generations. , in order to adapt to the harsh environment here.

The rain in Gotham is equal to all life. Humans will go crazy for it, animals will become vicious for it, and plants, they have not undergone any terrible mutations yet, are already thankful to God, and still want them to It's so delicate and charming, it's really too much to ask for.

After several attempts to transplant new plants to no avail, Schiller stopped toiling in the garden. However, after that, Batcat and Pikachu damaged most of the buildings in the manor, and Schiller had to move back to the school to live for a while.

If the house is broken, it can be repaired. Schiller can even change the layout of the rooms that he didn't like to what he wanted and unify the decoration style. But the only pity is the large garden, which was injured after the building collapsed. Many plants died after not even surviving a winter.

Schiller's manor is a very typical British manor building. After entering the entrance gate, there is a patio surrounded on three sides above the head, with the hall on the left and the reception room on the right.

The south side of the reception room is a row of taller slender glass for lighting, while the north side is a complete curved floor-to-ceiling window glass, and then there is a door leading to the garden. Outside this floor-to-ceiling window glass is the garden.

In other words, guests can see the garden as soon as they enter the reception room and wait. Schiller was attracted by this when he came to see the house.

Pushing open the heavy door, sunlight pours down from the patio. When you walk into the reception room, the slightly taller slender glass cuts the sunlight into an elongated shape. When it is projected into the room, it is warm but not dazzling.

Sitting on the sofa in the living room, when you turn around, you can see the garden in full bloom.

Looking out along the floor-to-ceiling window glass, you can see first the rose plants climbing on the flower stand, then the scattered reeds and half of the pond, then the winding path of the hedge, the big tree in the middle of the courtyard, and the pure white in the farthest place. Flower Pavilion.

This floor-to-ceiling window glass is like a picture frame, framing the most beautiful scene in the entire manor garden.

However, after the garden was destroyed, the flower trellis used for climbing plants collapsed. The lower climbing plants survived, but the roses that had grown for many years were almost all gone, and the bricks erected around the pond were damaged. , Reed is also staggering.

The flower pavilions and big trees on the path further away are okay, but without the background of the foreground, they look even more desolate.

When Merkel came, her favorite thing was the scenery in the big garden. According to him, he had learned the skills of a gardener at the Butler Academy, so Schiller could often see him sitting in the reception room reading the newspaper. Figures walking through the garden holding flower shears.

But since the big garden was destroyed, Schiller was busy staring at the children at the Vocational Education College and had little time to return to the manor. After Merkel called him, she purchased a batch of gardening plants from Europe. Planted during transplanting season.

The results can be imagined. After two seasons of devastation and the heaviest rainstorm in the music industry in ten years, 80% of the transplanted plants have returned to the mother earth without even waiting for a round of flowering. Embracing him, the remaining 20% ​​managed to survive, and his condition was deteriorating.

Standing in the storm, Schiller looked at the few flower seedlings tied with strings to correct their growth, and sighed helplessly. He felt that these remaining plants might not survive tonight.

At this time, Merkel came over with the materials for the awning. Schiller took a garden shovel and two awning brackets from his hands, walked to the other side of the garden, shoveled the soil loose, and lifted the brackets. Buried in.

After buying all the brackets on the four sides, hang up the awning. After Schiller hung the awning on the bracket, he wrapped a rope around it several times. After fixing it, he walked to the other side and fixed that side as well.

I feel like we're doing something in vain, Schiller said as he tied up the canopy. It's just satisfying our sympathy and it doesn't do anything for these poor plants.

What did you say?! Merkel shouted from the other side of the garden. The wind and rain obscured their voices, so they could only talk in a louder voice. Schiller tied the rope while repeating:

I say! I think this is completely useless! We can't stay here every night, they will die in the rainy night sooner or later!

But we have to do something, don't we?! Merkel tightened the collar of her raincoat, buttoned her hat more tightly, squinted her eyes as the rain blew in, and then said loudly: Last time! When Alfred came to pick up Aisha, he shook his head and sighed at the floor-to-ceiling window! He must have had some opinions about the Butler Academy where I studied!

Schiller tied a knot in the rope on his hand, pushed the knot hard onto the bracket, and shouted loudly: I think! He may have a problem with me! Because Aisha hasn't learned to call his name yet! But he learned to call my name!

Oh, damn it!!! Merkel staggered and shook her hand vigorously. Schiller glanced over and said, What's wrong? Don't you have enough rope?

No, there is a wooden thorn on this damn bracket, and it pierced my palm. I may have to bandage it! Merkel frowned, looked at her palm, and said with a grin.

Just as Schiller was about to speak, a strong gust of wind hit. Merkel retracted her hands without holding on to the support. A gust of wind blew past, and the awning that had been propped up suddenly collapsed and fell to the ground just like the previous umbrella. on the ground.

Schiller let go, took a step back, and watched helplessly as the bracket and awning hit the poor flower seedlings.

Then, he shook his head and said: It seems that I am still too conservative. They may not even survive the first half of the night...

The two returned to the manor together. Merkel took off her raincoat and went upstairs to bandage the wound. Schiller stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window and saw the fallen awning, blown by the strong wind, tumbling on the ground, like a house full of destruction. The spider monster of desire flew outside the garden and made a mess on the cobblestone path and the front lawn.

After Merkel came down, Schiller walked back to the sofa and said: I thought that this garden would survive until Elsa learned the word 'garden', but I didn't expect that it would be destroyed so soon... …”

Merkel showed a guilty expression and said: I shouldn't have thought about rescuing those few flower seedlings. Tomorrow morning, not only will I have to pack up the awning, I will also have to repave the cobblestone path and the fence next to it. The bushes seem a little broken too, for goodness sake!”

Having said this, he hurriedly walked to the phone and said: I hope God will forgive me for having to call Bigfoot so late and ask him to help introduce the gardener...

After speaking, he picked up the phone receiver and dialed. Listening to Merkel communicating with his acquaintances about the time when the gardener and maintenance workers would come, Schiller walked to the floor-to-ceiling window again, wanting to observe the awning like a spider monster. How to destroy a garden.

Now, the awning has been blown under the oak tree in the center of the garden. The thick roots of the oak tree have blocked the spider legs of the support, weakening its claws and claws. It seems that the road to destruction should have stopped.

Just as Schiller was about to turn around and leave, he saw a black figure jumping from the roof of the manor to the oak tree, and then jumping down from the branches of the oak tree.

And when it landed, the cloak just happened to hang on the erected awning support, like a mosquito captured by a terrifying spider monster, or...a bat.

In the first second after being hung, Batman didn't even realize why he was hanging in mid-air. He had walked this road countless times, and it was almost impossible for anything to go wrong?

But soon he realized that there was something wrong not with him, but with Schiller's estate.

Looking at the manor that seemed to have been ravaged by giant monsters, the moment he met the eyes of Schiller, who was standing quietly in the floor-to-ceiling windows with a calm expression, Batman was surprised to find that he breathed a sigh of relief.

Not for Schiele, but for some monster that might have attacked Schiele's estate, and for himself.