I'm making soy sauce in the detective world

"Dating, dating, eh hehe."

After taking a shower, Guangyou was lying on his own small bed, and couldn't stop tossing and turning.

"Hey, that's enough."

Conan pulled the quilt and covered his ears, and his muffled voice came out through the quilt, "Aren't you just dating? You didn't have it before. Why are you so excited?"

Guangyou thought of the reason and laughed naively, and explained: "This time, Xiao Ai invited me, which is quite different from before."

"It makes no difference."

Conan, whose emotional intelligence is off-line, said he didn't understand the difference between the two at all.

Anyway, two people are going out to play, it makes any difference who invites whom!

The guy next to him is a bastard. He has been watching the two people's relationship heat up rapidly, and he can only remotely obey, and occasionally send text messages and make phone calls, but the guy next to him spreads dog food every day.

Fortunately, he has gotten used to it, but he still feels a little uncomfortable. One word to describe it is: envy and jealousy without hate.

If he wants to hate it, he can only hate himself for playing with the fur tail play at the time. Isn't it okay to call the police?

"What, it's totally different."

Guangyou and Conan’s thoughts were completely opposite. He looked at the ceiling and explained, "Girls invite boys. This is a proof of her courage."

Not all girls are so proactive in sending out date invitations to boys, but most of them take great courage to invite boys they like.

Except for those girls who have regarded dating as three meals, no matter it is the girls who usually look carefree or are originally shy and pleasant.

"That's what I said."

Conan got out of the quilt, showing his full face, looking up at the ceiling, and muttering to himself, "At that time, Lan also had the courage to invite me to the paradise."

"I really envy you for being able to say it so directly. In contrast, I'm like a coward."

A bitter smile appeared at the corner of Conan's mouth. Of course he liked Xiao Lan. He has liked Xiaolan for more than ten years since he was a child, but the courage he has accumulated over the past ten years is only so little.

"Don't follow me, I'm different from you."

Guangyou knew what Conan was thinking over there, and she persuaded him, "To be precise, you, Xiao Ai and Xiao Lan, are different."

"You and Xiaolan have lived in the sun since you were young. Anyone can invite in advance, and anyone can be invited. It depends on you two."

Guangyou put his hands behind his head, changed to a more comfortable posture, and continued, "I and Xiao Ai are different. Xiao Ai's life experience is destined to be absolutely impossible for her to offer an invitation at the beginning.

"In this case, the invitation must be made by me as a boy. This kind of thing must take the initiative to make progress."

Thinking of Xiao Ai today, the corner of Guangyou's mouth raised and said, "After I let her change, she will take the initiative to invite, so it is different from before."

The smile on Guangyou's face flashed with pride and pride, and he smiled: "This is not only an invitation, but also a testimony, a testimony that belongs to me and her alone."

Conan also felt reasonable listening, nodded, and said, "I envy you. I definitely can't do what you do now."

"To be honest, there is no need to learn from me."

Guangyou shook his head and said earnestly, "No matter how you fall in love, whether it's straightforward like me, or occasionally playing a little ambiguous like you, it's all love."

"There is no need to think which one is good or the other is bad."

Conan listened to Guangyou's words without missing a word. He had to admit that in this respect, Guangyou was indeed better than him.

"You and Xiao Lan are like eating a lollipop. Every bite will experience just the right amount of sweetness."

Guangyou turned his head and glanced at Conan, and said, "Just do your original selves. You don't need to care about this kind of thing."

After hearing Guangyou's words, Conan couldn't help but put on a smile: "I feel much better when you say that."

Guangyou smirked and couldn't help but joked: "Looking at how you are being taught, I feel relieved for my father."

"Asshole."

Conan cursed and turned around, but after turning around, he smiled quietly and said in secret, "Thank you, Guangyou."

Just after he said this in his heart, Guangyou suddenly felt a change in the atmosphere in the air, so that he shuddered.

"Because Mao felt the atmosphere in the room was a bit orange."

Guangyou didn't know why, but felt that the atmosphere in the room was a little weird.

"Forget it, don't worry, sleep."

Guangyou wrapped his quilt tightly, then closed his eyes and prepared to sleep.

…

At 10:30 in the evening, in a room with no lights on the third floor of the Maori Detective Agency.

Guangyou opened his eyes and said silently, "Madan, I can't sleep when I think that tomorrow is a date."

"By the way, while you still remember to draw the family portrait."

Guangyou lifted the quilt, got out of the quilt and got out of the bed, tiptoe to the desk.

I took out the so-called "Devil's Book" from the drawer, turned to a blank page, and drew a pencil from the pen holder to start drawing the line draft.

In the past, he used to draw more casually, and the line drafts were all clouds, but this time the family portrait to be painted is different, and he has to take it seriously.

The impression of the couple in my mind is still deep, and it is not too much trouble to type up the line draft.

The simple summary is "the pen is like a god", the pencil rubs back and forth on the notebook, and within a few minutes, a simple image of a woman suddenly appears on the paper.

Guangyou drew the line draft while narcissistically saying: "It seems that my skill has not diminished back then."

When painting, if you feel it, it will be a real pleasure to paint.

The "Swish Swish" is another ten minutes, and the rough line draft is basically done.

When he recovered, it was twelve o'clock in the evening.

Guangyou looked at the painted painting, smiled at the corners of his mouth, and said, "It's okay. I will take care of the rest and go to bed now."

Closing the notebook, putting down the pen, turning off the lamp, Guangyou crept back on the bed again.

Perhaps because of the painting, Guangyou's heart also calmed down, so he fell asleep better.

After lying on the bed for a while, Guangyou made a very regular call.

…

The next morning, Guangyou got up from the bed at around 6 o'clock and quickly ran into the bathroom to sit in the final preparations without affecting other people's sleep.

After washing his hair, Guangyou looked into the mirror and styling his hair, which was not particularly long. He looked at his current image in the mirror, then nodded in satisfaction and said narcissistically: "Well, this boy It looks good, clean, generous, and handsome."

Putting down the hair dryer and walking out of the bathroom, he is now ready to go straight to the park and wait.

Although the appointment time is 9 o'clock, it is better to go early for the date, not to mention that there is enough time to deal with even if something happens.

Xiaolan, who got up early to prepare breakfast for everyone, looked at Guangyou as if he was going out, and asked: "Guangyou, where are you going to get up so early?"

Guangyou didn't hide it either. After all, Xiaolan knew about it a long time ago, so he said directly: "I have an appointment with Xiao Ai to go out to play today."

Xiaolan laughed when she heard it, and didn't say anything. She greeted Guangyou, "Then wait a while, I'll make you two sandwiches. It's impossible to skip breakfast."

When Guangyou heard Xiaolan's words, he did not refuse her kindness, nodded to her, smiled and said, "Then trouble Sister Xiaolan."

"It's okay, anyway, I planned to make them sandwiches this morning."

After speaking, Xiaolan put on the apron directly, walked into the kitchen and started to prepare.

"Little Lan, this girl is really good."

Guangyou turned his head and glanced at the direction of his room, and said, "You kid, you have to cherish it."