I'm making soy sauce in the detective world

There are not many people in the library, mostly middle-aged and elderly people with reading glasses sitting there reading.

There are very few children. Those children are playing with their friends outside, so there is no time to come in and read books.

There are no children, the library is much quieter, there are no other sounds except the sound of flipping books.

Conan himself rummaged through the bookshelf of mystery novels for new books, while Guangyou stood by the comprehensive bookshelf looking for the book he was looking for.

"found it."

After Guangyou scanned two rows of bookshelves, he finally found a few books he needed in the corner.

On the other side, Conan looked around and found nothing. He walked to Guangyou and found that all he wanted were books about designing jewelry.

Conan wondered why Guangyou took these, and asked, "You want to switch to selling jewelry?"

"It doesn't exist. Anyway, it's just used to expand the amount of knowledge."

Guangyou casually made a sloppy look and fooled the past.

He found an unmanned corner in the library and sat down and looked at the books.

Seeing that Guangyou didn't mean to leave, Conan also found a book of interest from the shelf, and sat across from Guangyou and read it.

Guangyou reads the book very seriously. Different from the one-shot ten-line reading of novels in the past, he read it carefully this time, sometimes turning the page, sometimes raising his head to meditate...

....

After half an hour, Conan suddenly awoke from the state of being addicted to reading. Looking at Guangyou, who was looking up at the opposite side, he felt something was wrong, so he tentatively extended his hand...

"Hey, wake up."

Conan showed half-moon eyes, and his eyes were full of helplessness. He looked at the "14" page number printed under the book and sighed long.

Guangyou didn't move, still raising his head and closing his eyes to meditate.

In response to this, Conan just said lightly: "Hui has found you."

Guangyou opened his eyes almost instantly and looked around, "Where is it?"

But Guangyou could only see ghosts. After realizing this, he buttoned his eyes and stretched out.

If it hadn't been for Guangyou to realize that he was in the library, he would definitely let out a strange cry that was unique to stretching.

Conan glanced at the book on the table, then glanced at Guangyou, and asked, "How much have you read?"

Guangyou patted his mouth and said, "A little bit."

After all, he found that he was not suitable for reading such highly specialized books. Anyway, he fell asleep when he watched it. It was more useful than math class, at least he didn't dare to sleep in math class.

After all, mathematics, you can't understand it after a little bit of basics.

Conan asked again: "Then have you summed up anything useful?"

Guangyou nodded, and said earnestly: "Yes, it's just that I'm not suitable for reading such highly professional books. It's hypnotic."

Conan tilted his body and twitched the corners of his mouth. He was quite speechless: "I have read most of the books, so can you sum it up?"

Guangyou shook his head and explained: "It's not. It's mainly based on some basics. There is no need to know so much about others."

He is not planning to design jewellery to sell, and reading too many ideas about designing various styles and so on will help him little.

Is it difficult to design a piece of jewelry?

The answer is not difficult.

If you only design a piece of jewelry, as long as you have a reasonable idea, it is of course not difficult.

As for those jewelry designers, it has nothing to do with Guangyou. Those jewelry designers have to design jewelry that meets the requirements of customer customization.

It must be unique while satisfying the requirements of customers, otherwise the meaning of customization will be lost.

Why customize?

In addition to expressing your heart, isn't it just to make your customized things unique?

Guangyou wanted to customize two rings. The design drawings already existed in his mind. He can draw the design drawings when he returns today.

He came only to learn about the basic knowledge of jewelry materials, so as not to make a joke.

"Let's go."

Guangyou got up and tucked the book under his arm, ready to put it back on the shelf before returning to the office.

He can't wait to make the idea come true on paper first.

....

Uncle Maori went to work, and Xiao Lan went to school with Yuanzi to review and prepare for a period of examination.

Guangyou and Conan were left in the office. As soon as he returned to the office, Guangyou went straight to his room.

Guangyou is holding a pencil in his hand to erase and modify the book, and his attention is very concentrated. Compared to reading a book, he feels that drawing directly on the book is more suitable for him.

He wants to do it himself, so this kind of design doesn't need to be too serious, he only needs to understand it himself, and the parameters are correct and there are no major mistakes.

This painting lasted for a few hours. What was in my mind was what I thought in my mind. When I was painting, Guangyou wanted to improve it. He overturned three or four design drafts. It was only at four or five in the evening that he was temporary. Satisfied.

This is a long-term plan, and he will definitely not be able to figure it out for a while, so he is only temporarily satisfied. If there is improvement in the future, he will still overturn it and redesign it.

After sitting all afternoon without eating lunch, Guangyou's stomach has already begun to protest.

Pushing open the door of the office on the second floor, Guangyou only saw Conan sitting on the sofa watching TV, and asked, "Aren't they back yet?"

Conan nodded and explained: "Xiao Lan just called and said she won't be back for dinner tonight, and my uncle is about the same, so today we have to go downstairs to solve it."

Having said this, Conan paused for a moment, and a pleasing smile suddenly appeared on his face: "Would you like to cook tonight?"

Conan was actually a little hungry, so he ate a piece of bread in the afternoon.

He, a person who can't cut cucumbers well, has no relationship with the kitchen, so naturally he has no interest in finding himself.

"Gurulu~"

Hearing the "roar" from his stomach, Guangyou thought for a while, but still responded.

It was late now, and Guangyou went into the kitchen and opened the refrigerator.

Looking at the empty refrigerator, Guangyou felt that it was more practical to eat.

After telling Conan about this situation, Conan was very lost.

Guangyou is quite happy, after all, it saves trouble.

Just about to go out, Guangyou received a text message from Xiao Ai.

"I like that gift very much."

Guangyou smiled and replied, "Just like it."

He just subconsciously thought back, "Just like it, there will be better gifts in the future."

But he restrained his impulse for a lifetime, a gift, it's better to be a surprise...

Taking Conan, who was not so happy, went downstairs and had a simple meal.

Then Guangyou simply took a shower and went back to the room to continue working on the draft.

Conan was curious, turned off the TV, and moved to Guangyou.

Guangyou didn't conceal Conan's thoughts, and this is not a shame.

After seeing the design drawing and the notes on the side of the notebook, Conan also sighed in his heart for the degree of Guangyou's care for this matter.

Of course, Guangyou has the heart, this is different from other gifts, just give it away, this thing can represent extraordinary meaning, he does not want to be careless.

Feeling Conan's gaze behind him, Guangyou didn't look back, but just asked faintly: "Do you have any ideas."

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Ah finally I can comment, but the comments during the National Day don’t seem to be restored.

Finally, I wrote the candy chapter, but I didn’t comment, every day