I'm making soy sauce in the detective world

Guangyou glanced around, then got up and picked up the calendar on the desk. After turning a page, he pointed a finger at a date on the calendar and said to Mingmei: "I want Xiaoai to be like a normal girl. One festival."

"Girl's Day."

Akemi glanced at the date that Guangyou pointed at, and suddenly remembered something. A trace of sadness flashed across her face with a faint smile, "I used to prepare for the two of us with Shiho's parents, but..."

"But something happened later, and you haven't taken those things out since."

Guangyou put down the calendar, sat back on the sofa with her mouth pursed, stretched out her hand to pat Mingmei's back, and apologized, "Sister Mingmei, sorry, I remind you of them."

"It's okay."

Mingmei stretched out her hand and wiped her eye sockets, and said with a chuckle, "It's not your fault, it's their fate that won't escape this disaster."

"It's like Shiho and I met you in our destiny."

Akemi turned her head and looked at Guangyou gratefully, and smiled, "If it weren't for you, I would die, and Shiho would not be like a normal girl."

Guangyou smiled a little shyly: "I am also glad to meet Xiao Ai."

"So you want to give Shiho a girl's festival?"

Mingmei remembered the business, then nodded, "Then what can I do for you?"

"The first one is the arrangement of the dolls for Hinamatsuri. I don't know how to place it.

Guangyou thought for a while and continued, "The second one is about dolls."

"I want to ask if the dolls prepared by uncles and aunts are still there."

Guangyou didn't hold much hope, after all, it was more than ten years ago, but he explained it, "I think the preparations made by uncles and aunts must be more meaningful than I went to buy.

Mingmei nodded, and did not respond to Guangyou immediately.

After a while, Mingmei's expression suddenly became relaxed, and she said, "I remembered that those things were hidden in another place by me. If nothing else, they should still be there."

Hearing this, Guangyou was overjoyed and quickly asked, "Mingmei, do you remember where you were hiding?"

"Let me think about it, after all, it was more than ten years ago."

Mingmei closed her eyes, held her forehead with her hands, and remembered seriously.

"Come slowly, there are still many days before the festival."

Guangyou also knows how difficult it is to remember what happened so many years ago. Mingmei was also a child at the time, and he couldn't help it if he couldn't remember clearly.

If he can't find it, he can only go to the store to buy it.

There is no alternative.

Time passed by, and Mingmei was still remembering, even if Guangyou made her stop, she ignored it.

The two sisters really came out of the same womb. Although they have different styles, they are very stubborn in certain aspects.

"Guangyou, why don't you go back first, let me think about it for another day or two."

Mingmei also issued an eviction order to Guangyou, "I will call you when I think about it."

"Well, don't force it if you can't think of it."

Guangyou left Mingmei Apartment on his own after responding.

In fact, he still hoped that Mingmei would remember. Although the parents prepared and bought them are almost the same in essence, they are all dolls, but the meaning they represent is not comparable to what they bought.

But he wasn't sure whether Mingmei could remember where the thing was hidden.

"Let's do it."

Guangyou shook his head and walked slowly towards the office.

....

When I got home, it was almost dusk.

"Guangyou, you just came back, wash your hands and prepare for dinner."

"Ok."

Before Guangyou washed his hands and opened the door, the voice of Uncle Maori reached his ears through a door.

"Look, these people all praised my good acting skills."

Uncle Maori pointed at his figure on the TV very proudly, and said, "The ratings of that show was really high. Today, someone specially invited me to do commercials."

Guangyou, who had just sat at the table, froze for a while, then raised his head and asked, "What advertisement?"

"This..."

Uncle Maori's voice suddenly withered, and he faltered for a long time without telling Guangyou what the advertisement was.

Xiaolan on the side couldn't help but laughed when she thought of the advertisement announcement. She said to Guangyou: "Someone is indeed looking for my father to shoot the advertisement today, but the product seems to be a health care product to prevent Alzheimer's. "

"The other party came to you because of the scene where you pretended to be confused, uncle?"

Conan subconsciously reasoned aside, completely unaware of Uncle Maori's darker and darker face, "The other party is quite discerning, uncle, if you go to endorse, it will definitely promote a wave of sales."

"Boom."

In the next second, Conan felt a pain in his forehead, and Uncle Maori's brain collapse was familiar to him.

Uncle Maori retracted his hand and blew: "Huh."

"Puff hahaha."

Not only was it smiling at Conan, but also because Guangyou automatically made up for the scene of Uncle Maori holding "Platinum" in his mouth and shouting advertising words in his mind.

That scene is really...

awesome!

"Ahem, didn't you answer it?"

Uncle Maori coughed awkwardly and took a sip of the glass. "And the appearance fee is only that. It's better to let me watch Miss Yoko's show at home."

"Don't talk about this kind of thing, eat and eat."

Uncle Maori said blankly, "None of you heard about the advertisement just now, let alone speak out."

"Oh, I will never say that uncle you are being targeted by a health care product company that sells to prevent Alzheimer's disease.

After Guangyou finished speaking, he took his chopsticks and ate for himself.

"Don't worry about you kid."

Uncle Maori glanced at Guangyou and said to him, "By the way, Xiao Liuli said that the things you asked her to do have been done, so you can find her tomorrow."

"Ok."

....

Guangyou went out to find Yucheng Liuli after dinner the next morning.

The meeting place was still at Liuli's house in Yucheng, and the accompaniment and his cappella tape were already on her side, so there was no need to go to the recording studio again.

"Good morning, Guangyou."

Wearing cotton pajamas, Yucheng Liuli opened the door and smiled and said, "I will help you get something in my room."

Today's Yucheng Liuli is totally different from the previous few days. Although Yucheng Liuli was smiling a few days ago, there was a trace of sadness between her brows.

Today, she seems to have walked out of the shadow of letting her father surrender.

"No, there are three copies, one is your cappella, one is accompaniment, and the other is your cappella with accompaniment."

Yucheng Liuli put three tapes in front of Guangyou, and said embarrassedly, "Guangyou, can I keep a copy of that accompaniment?"

"I really want to sing it myself."

She seemed to be afraid of Guangyou's misunderstanding, she said quickly, "Of course, I won't use it for profit. Don't worry about that."

Guangyou gave her a surprised look, and without thinking about it for a long time, he nodded and agreed: "I only need a copy of what I sing with the accompaniment."

"If you make a profit, you can go back and donate all the money if you care, such as charitable organizations such as orphanages."