I'm making soy sauce in the detective world

After washing the dishes, Xiao Ai went back to the basement.

As soon as she returned to the basement, Xiao Ai saw Guangyou sitting on a chair with a piece of paper full of patterns in her hand.

It looks like a painting.

"Are you painting?" Xiao Ai sat down on the chair and looked at the paper curiously.

"Yes." Guangyou didn't care that the painting was seen by Xiao'ai, so he directly handed it to Xiao'ai so that she could see it clearly.

Taking the drawing paper and looking at the drawing, Xiao Wei was stunned, then turned to look at the doll bear on the side of his bed.

This seems to be the scene when he gave her the bear.

The moment she saw the painting, Xiao Ai remembered that day.

The little anticipation before opening the gift, the little joy in my heart when opening the gift...

All kinds of emotions emerge from deep inside.

"Why do you want to draw this suddenly?" Xiao Ai asked, turning her head to look at Guangyou.

"Just now you went to wash the dishes, I just wanted to draw something meaningful to pass the time." Guangyou said calmly without concealing it.

"So you painted the bear?" Xiao Ai asked, looking down at the painting.

"No, I painted the scene of sending the bear, you should be able to see it." Guangyou glanced at the bear on the bedside, then looked back at the painting and said with a smile.

"In other words, is this picture meaningful..." Xiao Ai whispered, but didn't deliberately avoid Guangyou.

He heard this sentence naturally.

"The bear itself has no meaning. We gave it meaning." Guangyou said softly, "Because I gave it to you, it will have its meaning. Compared to the bear itself, it is of course a gift. The scene in which is more meaningful."

"Yeah." Xiao Ai nodded, her eyes gradually softening when she looked at the painting.

"In fact, there are many meaningful pictures." Guangyou sighed regretfully, "but I can't draw them."

"Why?" Xiao Ai asked subconsciously.

"Because I think every minute and every second I spend with you is very meaningful." Guangyou stretched out his hands and said helplessly, "I can't draw every minute and every second I spend with you. Come down, I can't finish painting even if I'm exhausted."

"I think it's pretty good." Xiao Ai raised her head to look at Guangyou, hesitated, and whispered, "This way, you won't go out and mess around."

Hearing this, Guangyou cheered up and joked: "Huh? Are you worried that I will go out to find other young ladies?

"No..." Xiao Ai replied hesitantly.

In fact, she was only worried that Guangyou would come back with an injury after he went out. After all, it hadn't happened before, and it was normal for her to worry.

But being teased by Guangyou, she felt that she was indeed worried that Guangyou would be confused by people outside, and then left her.

Seeing Xiao Ai's hesitation, Guangyou moved her chair, approached Xiao Ai, put her hand on her shoulder, and said softly: "Don't worry, my heart is very small. I only have room for you in this life."

The days are still long, saying that a lifetime is too far away and there is no space.

But most girls just like these vague words.

If you ask honest people to answer the same question, it is probably: "Don't worry, no, don't think about it so much. I can only have you in my heart now."

under these circumstances...

No, in that case, after hearing this sentence, those girls will say: "Oh? Now I am the only one in my heart, then there may be a second and a third?"

The situation deteriorated instantly.

As for the straight man...

They should not notice the emotional changes of girls.

Back to the topic, in Guangyou's view, Xiao Ai's previous experience made her feel very insecure.

Saying vague words under appropriate circumstances can give her this sense of security.

Such remarks are usually said less or not even said.

In fact, the effect of Guangyou's remarks is still very good.

She decided to believe what Guangyou said.

"Don't think too much." Guangyou rubbed her hair and comforted again.

"Yeah." Xiao Ai answered, her tone returned to normal.

After realizing this, a smile appeared on Guangyou's face.

After the two talked for a while after the topic was over, Guangyou suddenly thought of something, took a piece of white paper from the side, and began to draw on the paper.

"What are you painting again?" Xiao Ai moved closer and glanced at the paper, but didn't see what he was painting.

"You'll find out later." Guangyou sold it off.

The painting was not that complicated this time, and a rough draft was quickly drawn.

It was in front of a claw machine, a boy put his head in front of the girl next to him, and looked at the girl with a smile on his face.

Seeing this, Xiao Ai remembered the scene of catching a doll in the paradise that day.

"Hey, today is a holiday." Guangyou lowered his head and continued to paint, as if suggestively said.

"Well, so I gave you chocolate." Xiao Ai replied pretending to not understand.

Seeing what Guangyou wanted to say, Xiao Ai quickly found a reason to leave here: "I just saw you put chocolate on it, I'll bring it for you."

"Bang~"

Hearing the sound of closing the door, Guangyou smiled helplessly.

Continue to paint.

Soon, Xiao Ai returned to the basement with the gift box containing chocolates.

At this time, Guangyou has finished the draft, ready to stroke.

"Your chocolate." Xiao Ai put the chocolate aside and sat down on the chair, ready to continue her research, "I have started to research."

"Well, it won't affect you." Guangyou responded, lowering his head to draw.

All that was left in the room was the crackling keyboard and the rustling of pencils across the paper.

Research cannot be smooth sailing, just like writing.

In the process, there will always be a bottleneck similar to Calvin.

Now, Xiao Ai has encountered this bottleneck.

It wasn't because there was a problem with the research, but because she had something wrong with herself.

That painting reminded her of the day when she caught the doll.

Until now, she hadn't figured out why Guangyou managed to catch the doll in that way.

It is too metaphysical.

Science can't explain it at all.

Recalling what she had done at that time, Xiao Ai felt a little hot in her ears.

After thinking about it, Xiao Ai's mind is no longer on research.

She also mistyped a piece of data because of this.

After regaining consciousness, Xiao Ai looked at the wrong data on the screen, and while canceling the step, she stretched out her foot and gently kicked Guangyou.

If you don’t paint well, you have to paint that day.

Let's forget what happened on the day of painting, why must I paint that scene?

Even if you just paint, why do you want her to see it?

I have entered the wrong data.

"???"

Guangyou, who was immersed in painting, glanced in Xiaoai's direction, his face blank.

What did you do just now?

Seeing Xiao Ai's indifferent expression, Guangyou felt a little inexplicable.

I just painted seriously and didn't even lift my head. I probably didn't do anything.

After thinking for a moment, Guangyou decided not to struggle anymore.

This Nizi should have been accidental.

Well, accidentally.

Let's continue drawing.

Looking at the bright computer screen, Xiao Ai seemed to have a picture of that day in front of her eyes, and a smile appeared on her lips.

However, despite the accident that happened that night, I was very happy.

Immediately afterwards, there was a crackling keyboard and the rustle of a pencil across the paper again in the room.

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