I'm making soy sauce in the detective world

It's just after nine o'clock. For young people, this point represents the beginning of night life, while for others, it's time to sleep.

Many people are already lying in bed ready to fall asleep, hoping to keep up their spirits so as to face the hard life of tomorrow.

But Guangyou was different from them. He could only stay in bed because of his health, and he couldn't sleep at all because he slept for too long during the day.

There are good places and bad places in this era. The good places are too many opportunities, especially for him, a visitor from another world. It is not an exaggeration to describe it as "gold everywhere".

For example, in the previous bar renovation plan, if it were not for him, that kind of idea would have to wait a few years before it appeared.

But the bad things in this era are also obvious. For example, there are really few entertainment methods, at least for him.

There is no software to kill time on the phone except for the small game like Snake Snake.

At this moment, Guangyou is leaning against the bed, writing and drawing on the notebook with a pen in his hand, and his cell phone is placed next to the pillow, and he can reach it as soon as he reaches out. If someone calls him or texts, he can also Reacted immediately.

"The taste of saury, both the cat and you want to know~"

He was humming Jay Chou's "Seven Miles of Fragrance", and the pen in his hand leaped on the paper like a dragon and snake. After a short while, the rough line draft was finished.

The line draft is slightly messy, but the rudiment can be seen roughly. If you compare it with the photo sticker next to the page, you can find some similarities between the two.

Guangyou is naturally satisfied with the line draft he drew, otherwise it would have been erased, and it would be impossible to leave it in his notebook.

"Come here today, to sleep."

Guangyou decided to go here today. As for the hooking and other things tomorrow, after all, he has to stay at home to recuperate in the past few days, so he has plenty of time.

Close the notebook, put it under the pillow again and press it down, Guangyou moved her lower body, turned off the light, and lay back on the bed, closing her eyes and preparing to go to sleep.

It was raining and windy outside, and the pattering rain never stopped for a moment. Conan, who was facing the bed in the room, occasionally snored a little sleeping.

Although Guangyou lying on the bed closed his eyes, his brain was very active, and the scene before Xiao Ai left unconsciously appeared in his mind.

He was naturally very happy to hear that sentence from his small sorrow, and the emotion in the words was in place, which was the taste he wanted.

Thinking of that time, a smile appeared on the corners of Guangyou's mouth. Before, they only understood each other's meaning, but after Xiaowai said that, the window paper between the two was completely broken.

"I shouldn't be a dream?"

Guangyou suddenly opened his eyes, picked up the phone and glanced at the text messages. After confirming that he had sent those text messages, he settled down and sighed, "Well, it's not a dream."

The experience of coming into this world is bizarre enough, until now Guangyou still can't believe it.

Although there is a saying that he can go with the situation, he is just a commoner, with more means than ordinary people at most, and he has experienced life and death several times.

But after all, he was just an ordinary piece of sand in the red dust.

The original meaning of accommodating the situation is to adapt to the environment, no matter what environment you are in, you can be at ease.

Guangyou is in the world, and he believes that he does not have the consciousness of those living saints. He can only adapt to the environment, but he must be at ease...

It's easier said than done.

Being a man must have concerns. If you have no desires and no desires, except for those who are pure-hearted and low-spirited in folk stories, Guangyou really can't think of anyone who can do this.

The emperor's heart was about Jiangshan Sheji, or about the three thousand harem beauties.

Executives care about whether they can take their positions one step further.

Ordinary people want to live without worrying about food and drink, and to have a happy family.

But no matter who it is, if they leave everything behind and change to a new environment, it is estimated that few will be able to go with the situation.

The emperor lost the beauty of the country, the senior management lost the title and salary, and the ordinary people lost their relatives.

This is true even for the traversing people in previous online novels.

If it hadn't had no father or mother, no car or house in the previous life, and the fact that he was in a different world like a fish, no one would simply accept this fact.

Even if it takes a long time, it will be a pity for those who pass through to recall their past lives.

Guangyou was different from them, he was worried that everything that happened recently was just a dream.

What he cares about is not the past life, but the present, whether it is a close friend or the most special sorrow for him.

I'm always afraid that one day I wake up and find that I just had a very real dream, just like Xiao Lizi's "Inception".

Some time ago it was fine, but after tonight, this feeling has become stronger.

"It's better to be sure."

Thinking of this, Guangyou stretched out his hand and twisted it hard on his leg.

Suddenly, a piercing pain spread from the leg up, and finally hit the forehead.

Guangyou's expression changed slightly, and then nodded: "I'm sure, it's not a dream."

It may be that the surrounding environment is too comfortable, or it may have been a waste of energy, after a while, Guangyou finally felt a little sleepy.

Guangyou yawned, shrank into the bed, and said to himself: "Forget it, don't think about it, go to sleep."

Accompanied by a symphony of nature, Guangyou gradually fell asleep.

It rained all night long...

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In the next few days, Guangyou was lying on the bed, writing and drawing with a notebook.

Except for going to the bathroom and occasionally moving his body, Guangyou hardly gets out of bed.

In the morning, Conan or Xiaolandai will deliver breakfast.

Lunch is reserved in the office at noon. Occasionally, Uncle Maori will pack some food and come back to eat with him.

In the evening, Xiao Ai is in charge. In the past few days, Xiao Ai will come to the office to take care of him after school.

Basically, the dishes that Xiao Ai cooks are not repeated every day, the taste is good or bad, but he has eaten all of them.

Then I chatted with him and didn't leave until 7 or 8 in the evening.

As a result, the relationship between the two has been steadily rising in these days.

It was another week, and Guangyou was finally allowed to go out on this day.

Tomorrow, he can go out to embrace the sun.

In fact, as early as three days ago, he basically didn't feel the pain, as long as he didn't lift heavy objects, he didn't feel much.

But Xiao Ai and Xiao Lan asked him to rest for a few more days without giving him any room for discussion.

Because of too much time, in order to prevent myself from being bored, he painted the previous painting very slowly.

It wasn't until the day he was allowed to go out that he completed the last bit of progress.

Looking at the picture in the notebook, Guangyou's mouth showed a satisfied smile: "Look back and find a chance to show her."

Naturally, I want to show it to people, not to mention that Guangyou thinks his painting is not bad.

It was already the setting sun, and the blue in the sky merged with the golden golden sky to form a touch of lavender.

This situation and situation are like dreams and illusions.

The door of the room was suddenly pushed open, and a shadow came in.

Xiao Ai put her schoolbag on the bedside table and asked, "What do you want to eat tonight?"

Guangyou's answer was very simple. He smiled and said: "It's all right, as long as you do it."

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