Broken leg writer, returns to China online

"In the future, the important task of protecting Yokohama will also trouble Mr. Ranpo." An Lele clasped his hands together, looked up at the upside-down face in his eyes, with a sweet smile on his lips.

Feelings come from getting along and communicating, and now even if An Lele sits quietly in the detective agency, she won't feel embarrassed.It's as if you smooth the hair of a small animal a few times, and it will rub its head against you if it is wary of you.

An Lele's attitude to the outside world has always been gentle and friendly. She doesn't like to get angry, and she doesn't say harsh words.Fragrant and soft like a small cookie.But An Lele knew that she was not like this. She just learned to compromise with life, let go of herself, and learned to find the beauty in life little by little.

People often call this process growth.

The softened thorns on her body turned into beautiful feathers, hanging down obediently, like strands of noble crane feathers.

However, it is also very painful for a crane to hit a person, and it can even break a person's bones.

"You don't need to say, a detective will protect this baby-like weak world." Edogawa Ranpo, who was coaxed by An Lele, quickly put his hips on his hips and laughed triumphantly.

"Huh?" An Lele's cell phone vibrated suddenly, and she saw that it was from Editor Xiqiao, and she felt a little strange. "Moses Moses? Well, I haven't returned to Tokyo yet. Is there an interview? It must be face-to-face, emmm, I don't think I have anything to say."

An Lele was still frowning, trying to figure out how to refuse. Even though she and the editor were getting to know each other gradually, she was still quite resistant to meeting strangers.At this time, Edogawa poked An Lele's arm holding the phone in disorder, and she turned her head in doubt.

"It's better to go." He retracted his hand and said.

"Okay, I see." An Lele blinked, really couldn't see what was going on on Edogawa Ranpo's face, An Lele stared at him for two seconds before giving up the skill of observing words and expressions.She may never learn this skill until she dies.

Just simply looking at a person's mood, sometimes she can't tell whether the other person's expressionless face is because of anger, or if they are actually distracted.

This time, An Lele took a taxi to go to the newspaper office. The slightly drunken sunshine in the afternoon always makes people sleepy. All in all, she doesn't want to walk anymore.The weather is very suitable for taking an afternoon nap. An Lele glanced at the rattan rocking chair with nostalgia, thinking that she would also set up a rocking chair on the balcony of her home to sleep in the afternoon.

The reporter lady who came to interview An Lele first asked An Lele's usual hobbies in a polite manner to ease the atmosphere.

"I don't have any special hobbies worth explaining. I often find something interesting and do it. If I fail, I give up. Well, I give up easily." An Lele bluntly said that she is a three-point enthusiastic person. The chair doesn't even touch the ground.

The hall official nestled in her arms, flicking his tail slowly, a little at ease, which made her want to sleep very much.

"Think about it carefully, the only thing I'm still doing now is writing." However, he was always on the edge of the pigeon, and after An Lele got the space button, he thought about not writing.Alas, let's finish the unfinished ones at hand first.

"Then Teacher Chunhe likes to write very much." The reporter's voice seemed to come from afar.

"It's okay, because this is the only survival skill I know." An Lele was thinking about what to say. The reason why she contributed to the Yokohama newspaper was because she wanted to make money. Get the manuscript fee quickly."

"Is that so?" The reporter's sister did not expect this answer. She looked at Editor Xiqiao, and Xiqiao nodded helplessly. Teacher Chunhe really had this idea at first.

"The joy of writing is still there. I just read letters from my readers who say they like my writing..." An Lele squinted her eyes and smiled contentedly, and then that smile that seemed to be shining gradually faded away, "But, ah, It was a little painful afterward.”

Why no one can understand me, as if he felt that this sentence cannot be said, An Lele stopped talking, shook his head and ended the topic.But the adults present who could score at least 80 points in observing words and expressions could still read the expression on An Lele's face.

Always being read comprehension by others, An Lele feels that it is really too painful not to be understood, just like now.An Lele raised her forehead, that's why she stopped reading letters from readers, the more she read, the more she doubted what she had written.Moreover, now that An Lele has started to write detective novels, which she is not good at, she is even more afraid to read them.

After the interview, An Lele found out that the reporter's interview draft was to be published in newspapers distributed across the country.

"I didn't say anything ambiguous, did I?" An Lele doubted herself. At the same time, she wondered why she came to interview her suddenly without making an appointment in advance. Usually, it was to avoid trouble for the interviewee, such as a conflict on the itinerary.Interviewers must make an appointment with the interviewee in advance to confirm the time.

He said he came here because of the reputation, but he didn't make an appointment in advance.Such a sudden visit... Is she being followed by someone again?to assess her risk.

An Lele was drowsy, it seemed that the special sleep magic in the afternoon hadn't dissipated.An Lele leaned on the park bench to take a nap, the temperature in the spring afternoon was just right, and the fur of the hall official was warm and comfortable.

After waking up, An Lele found a gentleman with a cane sitting next to her, with a mustache and hair as colorful as a three-colored cat.

An Lele twitched the corner of her mouth in embarrassment, squeezed the paw of the hall official, and planned to leave.

"Good afternoon." The gentleman said, feeling that he couldn't be so rude to An Lele, he also replied good afternoon.

"If you accidentally fall asleep outside, be careful of catching a cold." He said earnestly, like an amiable elder.Natsume Soseki, who once turned into a three-flowered cat and passed by Chinatown, had witnessed the process of An Lele transforming from a slender girl into a child. He knew An Lele's true form and knew that she was not as young as she appeared on the surface.

Yet her eyes were as soft as a child's.

An Lele was still sleepy, her head was foggy, "I know, it's just that the sun is too gentle, so I couldn't hold back." She patted her face to wake up.

"The wind is also very warm, I really want to stop time at this moment." She said foolishly as a child.

"If time stops, wouldn't the child be unable to grow up?" Natsume Soseki's voice was gentle, as if he meant something, "It's like the moment when the fruit never ripens."

An Lele slowly raised her eyes to look at Natsume Soseki, she suddenly smiled, "I guess you saw it." Seeing how she changed from an adult to a child.

Natsume Soseki nodded calmly, "Yes, the old man saw it." He admitted openly.

"People are heading towards death from birth, and in this irreversible process, there are always some less fortunate people who will suffer a hundred times more pain than death." An Lele turned her hands, showing her delicate palms, which did not There is no trace of time, everything is still just beginning.

"Going through suffering and constantly looking for something beautiful, I think it's a romantic thing to be human."

"In your mouth, the suffering seems to have become sweeter." Natsume Soseki lowered her eyes slightly, seeing that she chose to freeze her time in the Anlele of her childhood, she shook her head to refute.

"Suffering is never sweet, it just brings out a little sweetness."

An Lele spread her arms, jumped to her feet, and spun around in circles. Compared to being unable to run or jump, she was already very satisfied. "This is a gift." An Lele said, this set of shells was prepared by Rin to give her.

"Really, I see." Natsume Soseki nodded thoughtfully.

What do you know?An Lele, who was spinning around, felt a little dizzy.

She knew why Natsume Soseki came to her, because she took all the good cards to the detective agency, and Dr. Mori had only one trump card left in his hand, which was not so easy to get.The realization of the three-moment concept is far away, but Yokohama is gradually slipping into the abyss.

Natsume Soseki watched An Lele plant the seedlings in the detective agency's nursery. He didn't disagree, he just wanted to know if she saw something.

From the faint sound of the wind on the tower, there are traces of fate flowing in the words of Chun and Jingming.

An Lele felt that they were fooled by the idea of ​​separation of powers.After all, ideologies are different. What she yearns for is a unified regime and a stable social environment.Therefore, she will not stay for the city of Yokohama.

The surrounding scenery swirled into flowers in her sight, An Lele stopped before falling down, but she always felt that she had to do something.

But all she can do is pick up a pen, so—"I want to write a story for this city." The girl who stopped circling, seemed to have thought of some brilliant idea, said happily.

"What kind of... story do you want to weave for this city?" Natsume Soseki's expression suddenly became serious. Some prophets in history sometimes didn't know that what they said casually was a prophecy.

An Lele didn't notice the change in the other party's address. She had thoughts and could express them. She knew she had a weapon in her hand.This was her first time doing something, and she felt a little excited.

"I just feel that my personal safety is a little dangerous." An Lele muttered to herself in a low voice, who knows how her story will be misinterpreted this time.

"Let's have a collision of ideas."

Natsume Soseki saw the child's eyes sparkle, as if expecting something wonderful to happen.He pressed his hat and suppressed the sigh in his throat. The collision of thoughts often leads to sharp conflicts, rather than the understanding and communication in fairy tales.That's probably not a good thing, she may be thinking too naively.

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An Lele was lying on the desk, even if she boasted that she was going to write about a big collision of ideas, An Lele's article had been stuck there for a long time.

"I can't write it." An Lele put her head on the table and said sullenly, "I just want to beat the clown up and have a vulgar HE."

"That's what I'm upset about."

An Lele's melancholy psychology is temporarily incomprehensible to those who don't understand Gotham's worldview, but they can still guess a thing or two from her depressed expression.

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Historically, collisions of ideas are often accompanied by bloodshed. This is to make things happen.

But Yaoyao felt that she was trying to do something, but it was more difficult than she imagined, and she wanted to stop doing it XD

The King of Gold attributes fate, Anlele Global is writing about the future, so I met

Also comfort a certain little angel who is about to start school, I will write you a dream