I'm so glad that they're back.

Although Sonoko was very interested in Conan's small theater and even wanted to participate, she didn't get consent or invitation after all, and it would be a risk to try it too much.

So the curious lady still suppressed her restless thoughts and left obediently.

On the way.

"I didn't expect Conan's family is quite interesting. No wonder that little ghost is always a sensible person." Yuanzi chuckled and said, "His mother should be a great beauty. I really want to meet her."

Chen Xing glanced at her.

"Hmm?" Yuanzi looked at him, "What's your look?"

"nothing."

"Make it clear!"

"...You're a little weird."

"It's so beautiful?" Yuanzi was shy.

"A little quirk." Chen Xing said, "I wanted to get to know other people's parents when I came up, and I had a lot of associations."

Yuanzi was stunned, then furious and came up to pinch him.

"Okay, don't make trouble." Ran Maori helplessly stopped his best friend, and Conan's mother inevitably appeared in his mind.

Although it’s not good to think so, but if it’s a great beauty, there are still some differences, right?

Xiaolan is an honest person, so she chose to keep silent.

Looking at the noisy garden and the joy of being always submissive, she also became as relaxed as usual. It was great to have such friends around her.

It was already evening when I returned to Maori Detective Office, and the three of them said goodbye.

Yuanzi got into the car that Suzuki's house came to pick her up, and Xiaolan went upstairs.

Chen Xing went to see the progress of the cafe decoration and planned to go home.

Then, I saw the baker at the dessert shop diagonally opposite.

She seemed to be getting off work. Although it was still early to get off work, she felt that when she came out.

"Hi." She greeted her.

Chen Xing then realized that he had walked to the opposite street at some point.

He frowned, explaining to himself that he happened to be here to wait for a taxi and was a little distracted just now.

It's all Conan's fault for distracting him.

"Hello." Chen Xing nodded in response.

"Go home?"

"Are you off work?"

"yes."

The two spoke almost at the same time, answering the same answer.

Chen Xing was stunned for a moment, or was surprised that he could say hello to a stranger so naturally.

This is almost never before.

He subconsciously looked at the baker beside him, with self-doubt and a little confused in his eyes.

The woman looks like a newly graduated college student. She doesn't look very outstanding and her temperament is not next to her. Instead, she feels free and easy, and she doesn't see any carefulness after she just came out of the ivory tower.

She was wearing a loose black zippered sweatshirt and her hat was big, covering her falling hair, like a quiet sea.

She has a good figure, slender waist and long legs, especially when she took off her bloated work clothes and wore tight jeans. Chen Xingduo glanced at her a few times, not because she was interested or lustful, but because she had thought of another person for no reason.

The person who suddenly broke into life, fell ripples on the lake of heart that had been calm for more than ten years, and left so resolutely and hastily.

They had a simple farewell, if that phone call counts.

But the boy obviously had a lot to say, but later he realized that he should be reluctant to leave.

Just like on Christmas, I dialed the familiar number again during the transition, and after I couldn't get through, I still stubbornly sent a text message.

But there will always be a response in the past, but it was cold and silent on Christmas day, as if it was falling into eternal silence.

He gave up.

Then now, from a person who had just met her, she couldn't help but look in her mind because she looked at her waist and legs.

Sister, is this "missing"?

Chen Xing's eyelids were lowered, and he seemed to understand.

"What's wrong with you?" Suddenly, he heard the people around him say this.

The two of them walked together at some point, like walking, with a distance of one meter between them.

There was only curiosity in the voice, without the familiar worry as I imagined. If there was no one around me, Chen Xing wanted to start meditating immediately because he seemed to be crazy.

"Nothing." He said.

"Oh." The baker nodded, curled his hair in his ears, and smiled: "Don't be distracted when crossing the road."

She seemed to be joking, and she also had good intentions to strangers.

Chen Xing nodded.

"The car is here." The baker looked at the approaching bus.

"We'll wait for a taxi." Chen Xing said.

The baker was stunned for a moment and looked at the bus stop sign beside him. He was probably wondering why he had to walk here for a few minutes since he was going to take a taxi.

But she just smiled slightly and didn't say much.

Both of them were not talkative, and they didn't even exchange names, as if they were two lines that did not intersect.

She got into the car.

The car drove away.

Chen Xing locked his eyebrows, and the other person's face and body repeatedly appeared in his mind, as if bone-eroding. This phenomenon made him feel bad and upset.

who is she?

Never be a simple cake baker.

I am very sure of my sincere gratitude.

He looked at the bus far away, and his fingers unconsciously scraped the scoop on the wooden sheath, and then and again and again.

He doesn't like the feeling of being broken by the unknown, especially after the last game.

...

The figures gradually became impossible to see clearly, and the scenery outside the car window was slowly regressing.

Then she sat down on the empty seat, and the headphone cable stretched out from the collar and stuffed one into her ear.

The soothing music renders the orange light that is coming in from the window at this moment, and the street scene at dusk is hazy in the same gentle heart.

She hummed softly, smiling, like a fox whispering in love.

She always wants to come back, how could she give up? For that boy, she has been obsessed with since childhood.

A light lit outside, and the green fingers pointed at the light on the window, gently slashing through it, and the crystal nails looked like a dissected scalpel.

Unfortunately, you can't apply nail polish when working.

...

I was so happy to go home.

The empty room turned on the light as the owner entered. He took off his coat and shoes, washed his hands according to his never-changing habit, then cooked, washed the dishes and chopsticks after eating, and then walked around the house, as if he was repeating yesterday's trajectory, and as if he was looking for something.

meet by chance?

After that, he would practice swordsmanship, and all distracting thoughts were cut through with the sword, then washed up, and finally meditated before going to bed.

This is how life happened. After she left, no matter who had more or who left in her life, she always did this. He didn't hate monotony, but now he felt boring.

It's like being poisoned, especially today.

Chen Xing vaguely knew a certain emotion, but he didn't dare to think deeply. He could only keep telling and comforting himself: it was him who retreated, and it was she who abandoned him.

Then go to bed and wait for the sun to rise as usual tomorrow.

...

She was afraid that he would forget herself, so as time passed, she put poison again.

He thought he would forget her, like a passerby, and what he once said was to rely on each other was just a joke, just because he had his own goals. But just because there were scattered similarities to her around him, thoughts and memories spread like weeds.
Chapter completed!