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Fifteen minutes later, the last float drove towards the second half, and the surrounding tourists dispersed.

However, some tourists stopped in place, looked down at the photos they had just taken, and shared them with their companions.

Among them is Guangyou.

"Actually, I think these photos are pretty good." Guangyou lowered his head and flipped through the album without looking up, and said to Xiao Ai.

"People are a little blurry." Xiao Ai interrupted Guangyou's movements and pointed to the photo on the phone screen now.

In that photo, Xiao Ai is okay, but Guangyou's whole person is blurred.

And Guangyou was still smiling when shooting.

It was a good picture, but it was a little weird by the blurred Guangyou.

"This is something that can't be helped." Guangyou glanced at the little sad in the photo again, not caring that he became blurred.

He didn't want this either.

But when I took the photo just now, I didn't know who it was, and suddenly hit him, and his photo became blurred.

After complaining about it, Guangyou prepared to delete the "smiling blurry" photo.

"Actually, this one looks quite interesting." Guangyou glanced at himself in that photo and couldn't help laughing.

Just as he was about to press the delete button, Xiao Ai interrupted his movements.

Then Guangyou heard Xiao Ai say: "Send this to me too. I will use it as a computer desktop."

"..." Guangyou was silent for a moment.

Can this black history stay?

On one side is Xiao Ai, on the other side is his own dark history.

At this moment, Guangyou seemed to have a balance in his heart.

As if seeing what Guangyou was thinking in his heart, Xiao Ai suddenly remembered something, leaning closer to Guangyou, and whispering in his ear.

"The picture of you wearing... is still with me."

She didn't say that it was the picture, but Guangyou understood what she meant.

"Ahem...Don't mention that photo." Guangyou looked up at Xiaolan and Heye who were on the scene at the time, and he was relieved to see that they were discussing the photos they had just taken.

"Actually I don't want to..."

"But you still took it." There was a smile on the corner of Xiao Ai's lips, as if she had taken Guangyou.

The fact is true. Guangyou actually didn't think this photo was so bad, on the contrary, he felt that he looked a little magical when he was "smilingly fuzzy".

"Well, I'll send it to you later." Guangyou made a compromise and continued to flip through the album after speaking.

After watching the place for a few minutes, Hattori Heiji waited a little helplessly, watching a few people didn't mean to stop, and urged.

"Are you still going back?"

"What are you urging! Just look at the photos." He Ye gave a dissatisfied look at Hattori Heiji, and put the phone away.

"There is time for you to see when you go back." Hattori Heiji went back.

Xiaolan on the side came out again to ease the atmosphere, "Well, He Ye, it's not too early now, let's go back and watch it slowly."

"Yeah." He Ye nodded and responded.

"Let's go, let's go back." Guangyou almost sorted out the photos, delete what should be deleted, and keep what should be left.

Most of the photos are left, and the deleted photos are those that are completely unreadable, such as two people are blurred.

Or serious exposure or something.

The rest is left.

"I can finally go back." Conan stretched out his hand to cover his mouth and yawned.

He felt that he basically had no sense of existence today.

During the day, I watched the carousel by the side, the haunted house did not go, the bumper car basically paddled the water, and I watched it when I caught the doll.

Did not buy any souvenirs in the gift shop.

Had it not been for Xiaolan to take a photo of him while on the parade, Conan wouldn't know anything to prove that he had been here.

Unlike when I came, I came here to kill the hour before the float parade started, but now I am going back.

It's getting late, so the group hastened a bit.

Ten minutes later, Guangyou and his group walked out of the theme park.

Stopped a taxi on the side of the road, got into the car and told the driver about the destination, and the group began to do their own thing.

The front passenger, Hattori Heiji held Conan.

Most of the topics of the two of them couldn't let He Ye and the others know, so they kept silent after getting in the car and said nothing.

Compared with them, the back row is much "lively".

After getting in the car, He Ye continued to discuss the photos just taken with Xiaolan in a low voice.

After Guangyou got in the car and sat firmly, he packed the photos just now and sent it to Xiao Ai's mailbox.

After that, the two of them didn't talk much, Guangyou patted his shoulder. Although he didn't speak, Xiao Ai understood what he meant.

Leaning his body, leaning his head on Guangyou's shoulders, he slowly closed his eyes, as if resting.

After watching for a while, Guangyou closed his eyes, and put his hand on his cheek in a resting posture.

...

Many tourists left after watching the parade of floats. Many of them drove. This caused Guangyou and his party to block the road near the park for a while.

But the blockage was not too severe, and after a few minutes, the road was smooth again.

Because it was too late, Uncle Maori called Xiaolan halfway through.

"Xiao Lan, haven't you come back? Do you need me to pick you up."

"No, Dad, you go to bed early, we are already on the road..." Xiaolan looked through the window and looked at the scenery outside.

"We are going to Mihua Town soon. We may be able to go back in ten minutes. You should go to bed early."

"Okay." Uncle Maori hung up after a few more words.

...

Ten minutes later, the taxi stopped downstairs in the office.

"Xiao Ai, I'm home." Guangyou squeezed Xiao Ai's hand gently, and woke Xiao Ai in a low voice, "Go back to sleep."

"Yeah..." Xiao Ai stretched out her hand and rubbed the still sleepy eyes, nodded, and answered lazily.

After letting Xiao Ai sit in her seat for a while, Guangyou took her and walked out of the car.

After Hattori settled the bill, the group walked upstairs.

"Police cars are very windy, no traffic jams, and no money." Hattori Heiji thought of the nearly 10,000 yen fare just now, and it was painful.

Transportation in Japan is very expensive, especially a taxi, which is only half an hour away and the fare is nearly 10,000 yen.

Still comfortable in Osaka, he can call a police car with just one phone call. Not only does it look attractive, it attracts people's attention, and the most important thing is to avoid the fare.

"It's just that you don't take it seriously." Guangyou twitched his mouth and said, "I have seen you use a police car as a taxi."

"I think it's good." Hattori Heiji felt nothing. "The police car is so handsome, there is no need to worry about traffic jams."

"Ha ha..."

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