Wei Ran walked out of the train, stood on the platform and relit a cigarette and asked, extending his cigarette case as a gesture.

"Thanks!"

Hans immediately took the cigarette case, skillfully took out one, held it in his mouth and lit it. He did not forget to reply while puffing, "I am from Bremen. Of course, I don't have a house or house in Bremen."

family."

Just refugees?

Wei Ran secretly gave this little thief a suitable label and continued to ask with a normal expression, "Are you familiar with Rothenburg?"

"Of course I'm familiar with it!"

Hans replied without thinking, "I know every street here. In fact, I have been living here since British planes bombed Bremen when I was 14 years old."

"Why don't you go back to Bremen?" Wei Ran asked as he took the cigarette case handed back and put it in his pocket.

"All my family members died in that bombing, and the house was reduced to rubble. My parents, brothers, sisters, and our dogs and cats were all killed. I was the only one who survived.

." Hans asked in a calm tone, spreading his hands, "What should I do when I go back?"

"Feel sorry"

Wei Ran puffed out a cloud of smoke as he spoke, and said as if he was deliberately trying to embarrass the other party, "Hans, take me to the nearest tailor shop, the kind where I can buy clothes and shoes."

"No problem, come with me!" Before Hans could finish his words, he was already walking towards the outside of the train station.

Under the leadership of this young man, Wei Ran stood in front of a tailor shop in less than a cigarette.

Although it was a bit early, Hans didn't care about it and knocked on the door of the store that was not yet open.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Please come in, sir!" Hans greeted warmly after waiting for the store door to be opened from the inside.

When he entered the room, the owner of the tailor shop also limped over, buttoning his suit and asked, "Sir, what do you want to buy?"

"Prepare a suitable set of clothes for him, from underwear and socks to outer clothes, shoes, gloves, scarves and hats."

Wei Ran raised his finger and pointed at the astonished thief Hans, then took out two marks from his wallet and handed them to the tailor who looked to be about 40 years old, "Are these enough?"

"Of course it's enough! And you won't need this..."

"How about using the remaining money to let him borrow your bathroom for a bath?"

As Wei Ran spoke, he sat on the sofa diagonally facing the counter, "If there is any left, please find a barber for him."

"no problem!"

The shopkeeper nodded immediately, then shouted upstairs and called down a little guy who looked about twelve or thirteen years old and was still wearing pajamas to give instructions, and the latter immediately ran out.

"Sir, I..."

Hans, the thief, didn't finally come to his senses until the shop door was closed by the little guy from the outside. He looked at Wei Ran in panic and didn't know what to say for a moment.

"Go and wash your hair first." Wei Ran waved his hand, "After cutting your hair, go take a shower and put on new clothes."

"Thank you, thank you!" Hans bowed excitedly to Wei Ran, and then got into the bathroom on the first floor under the guidance of the tailor.

After waiting for less than ten minutes, the little guy brought a suitcase to the barber's room, and Hans the thief just had his hair washed.

“Prussian Hazelnut Head”

Wei Ran said without any doubt, "Give this young man a Prussian hazelnut haircut, but don't rush to apply hair wax. After cutting him, let him take a bath first. After washing, help him take care of it, and by the way, he can shave his beard."

Shave him clean."

"Please feel free to leave it to us, sir." The barber and the tailor promised in unison.

While Wei Ran waited patiently, about an hour later, Hans, the smelly little thief from before, had changed into a decent suit, and his blond hair was neatly trimmed by the barber.

It was so neat that at a glance, Wei Ran subconsciously reminded him of a certain annoying aristocratic brat from Hogwarts school.

This is right...

Wei Ran, who had a new aristocratic younger brother, nodded with satisfaction, snapped his fingers towards Hans, and greeted him as he walked out while handing the piece of paper with the address in his wallet to him, "This address

do you know?"

"Know!"

Hans, who was clean and tidy, nodded happily, "This hotel has existed for many years. Diagonally opposite the hotel is a brewery, and the cider brewed there is very delicious."

"Have you drunk it?" Wei Ran asked after taking the note returned by the other party.

"drink"

Hans explained while helping open the store door, "My mother went there to order cider almost every year when she was alive. Their cider is very sweet and the apple aroma is also very mellow."

Is it possible that this boy is really a noble?

Wei Ran muttered secretly, and said as he walked out of the store, "Is it far from here?"

"Relatively far"

Hans raised his hand and pointed in the direction, "If we walk there, it will probably take about an hour."

"Let's find a carriage or a car."

Wei Ran said, and he generously took out a small denomination mark and handed it to the other party.

"I'll be right back!" Hans took the money and disappeared quickly.

Less than ten minutes later, a sky-blue barrel truck that I didn't know where to get came rushing over. Far away, Hans, who was sitting in the car, was already waving to Wei Ran enthusiastically.

Didn't run away again?

Wei Ran was very happy when he saw this. After the car stopped, he got into the car with his bag and let the driver, who looked to be in his thirties, drive the not-so-good-looking barrel truck skillfully.

After making a U-turn, we drove to the southeast of this town.

Along the way, Wei Ran also noticed that although this small town was not big, the buildings were quite beautiful. From time to time, he could even see a few American soldiers strolling on the street with young women in their arms.

It took nearly 20 minutes to drive out of the city in this taxi that was transformed into black. When the car stopped, there was a two-story small house on the roadside, which probably did not have 10 rooms in total.

hostel.

Before Wei Ran could get out of the car, a wooden window on the second floor of the small hotel was pushed open from the inside out. Immediately afterwards, the navigator Phil, who still had a toothbrush in his mouth, leaned out.
Chapter completed!