Conan: My Old Sister Maurilan

Gongsheng stretched out his other hand, put it on the back of the clenched hand under the wood, and rubbed it lightly, warming the somewhat cold hand, which was very rough and wrinkled, and the hand did not feel very good, as if it was weak without bones. Strength will crush it.

Slowly lowering his head, the boy leaned against the sofa pillow.

The movement of turning over caused the pillow and the sofa to rise and fall, and Kinoshita watched the boy lying on the edge of the bed, very quietly.

The swaying dumb hair is right in front of your eyes.

Holding the boy's hand in his hand, touching the other's white, delicate, comfortable and soft hand, it is the taste of young people, full of sunshine.

"Yes, I still have a cute little boy"

There was a smile on the corner of Kinoshita's mouth, this sweetness weakened the sadness caused by wrinkles to the minimum, making it look so beautiful.

This time, I found a comfortable sleeping position and breathed in the nice scent of orchids.

In fact, Kinoshita has never understood why the boy has such a fresh, elegant and pleasant fragrance, but it is an irresistible smell.

"Okay, I'm asleep, you don't have to accompany me anymore, you should be busy with your own affairs."

Kinoshita closed his eyes and said.

Seeing the godmother like this, Gongsheng couldn't help pursing his lips and laughing.

"Okay, take a good rest, I'm going to start cooking, and get up by yourself when you smell the aroma of vegetables."

Calculate the time, that one should be soon.

Feeling that the hand holding the arm lost strength and was not grasping tightly, Gongsheng slowly pulled out his arm and stood up at the same time.

Pick up the blanket that was not covered because of sideways, and cover it under the wood.

The watch on the left hand reads three o'clock in the afternoon.

Go to the kitchen, open the refrigerator to look at the freshly stocked ingredients, and take out the beef and potatoes that have been prepared a long time ago.

......

At around 04:30, the roar of a locomotive disturbed the silence of the cherry blossom forest, and it went straight to the small courtyard on the third floor. Because the iron gate was open, it drove directly in.

He took off his helmet, swayed his beautiful brown hair, got out of the car with his slender legs, and came to the door humming a little song, groping for a moment in the gap beside the threshold.

Use the spare key to open the door and close it again.

It's the sound of burning and stir-frying, it's not too loud, it should be separated by a door, the air is filled with the aroma of potato goulash, a taste that hungry people can't refuse.

You Xizi put on her slippers, stepped on the floor that her son bought with hard-earned money, and walked all the way to the living room.

Looking to the right, you can see the sunset from the floor-to-ceiling windows of the cherry blossom trees on the lakeshore, and you can also see a lady sleeping on the sofa bed.

Very warm house, and cleaner than expected.

On the left hand is the dining room dedicated to meals and large gatherings. There is already a large pot of beef stew on it, two servings of soup, seven servings of stir-fried vegetables, and a plate of tuna sushi.

It seems a bit much, if there are only three people...

"Master, are you back?"

Pushing open the kitchen door, Gong Sheng was holding a portion of fried abalone in clear water and placed it on the table.

"Well, always look at what kind of garden you built with the money you earned from Shinichi."

In fact, when she came out of the house, You Xizi didn't eat a bite of food.

After landing from the plane, I rode my disciple's motorcycle straight home, and all I saw was dust, the kind that hadn't been wiped once.

Whether it's the floating ash at the entrance or the cobwebs in the corner of the wall.

In the beginning, I also picked up a rag...

Because the rice had never been cooked, it was already infested with worms in the rice bucket. There was only a bottle of expired milk in the refrigerator, and a piece of leftover rice packed from a restaurant a few days ago.

There is no hot water for the water bottle, and the dirt in the pool has become imprinted and cannot be washed off.

"Wash your hands, you can start eating."

Gongsheng served the last dish before wiping the sweat from his brow. He hadn't cooked so many dishes for a long time.

"Wait a while, are there others coming?"

I don't know how to wash my hands.

Yukiko sat down directly, and her stomach that was so hungry that it was about to scream loudly protested the most strongly, and she would never leave these delicacies.

"No, these are the reception banquets for the master and godmother, no one else."

He pulled out the chair and sat down leaning against the back of the chair.

The right arm is straddling the back of the chair, and the left hand hangs down casually, showing a rare laziness.

Perhaps, this is the true face of the boy under the mask.

A person with the attributes of a grandfather.

"The key is still hanging on the car, do you want to cook for Eri later?"

There are only two bowls on the table, which should be used by Yukiko and Kinoshita, not the boy's own.

Yukiko asked.