After becoming a chaotic daughter

The cold sea breeze blew wildly on his face.

It can almost be said that it is the season of "winter". The cold wind blows from the sea to the land of the port, bringing waves of waves to beat on the concrete floor along the coast.In winter, the sea wind in Yokohama is always very strong. The coastal walkway can be said to be the hardest hit area of ​​the sea wind. Even wearing a hat can't stop the hair blown by the wind from "dancing wildly." The collar pierced the pedestrian's neck, making him shiver from the cold.

Nanako was trembling, carrying the smallest shopping bag from the supermarket, walking back to the detective agency.

Small in stature, his shoulders were shrunk because the sea breeze was too cold, so he looked even smaller, even his hands were shrunk into the sleeves of his coat, and his whole body was trying to shrink to the side of the person beside him, He wanted to ask the other party to help him block some strong winds blowing over him, but the result was so weak and touching that it could only be said that nothing was better than nothing.

The person beside her is Gogol carrying a large bag of messy daily necessities.

The young man slowed down, cooperating with Nanako's slow short legs very intimately, and leisurely strolled along the coastal trail where the sea breeze whistled, the strong sea breeze made the cloak on his shoulders fly exaggeratedly, Even if he freed up a hand to hold down the cloak, he couldn't completely stop the flapping fabric.

"...Guoguoli." Nanako, who was walking halfway, finally stopped.

Holding the small black bag in her hand, she turned her head and looked at Gogol seriously.The sea breeze was strong, her voice was very low, and Gogol didn't hear her at all, but Nanako stopped, so he stopped too.

"What——?" Gogol raised the volume a little, pulled the tone exaggeratedly, and asked Nanako.

Nanako stretched out her hand, grabbed the cloak that was blown up by the sea breeze on his shoulders, retracted her neck into the collar, and then said slowly: "...I want this."

"...Can I refuse?"

Gogol asked with a very sincere expression.

What answered him was Nanako's movement of picking up his cloak, already "familiar" with Gogol's cloak, Nanako snatched his cloak away with just two or three strokes, and then wrapped it up for herself.

When the weather gets colder, Gogol will wear a cloak coat or a cloak with plush edges.The former can only be taken off together with the jacket, while the latter has to remove many small buttons. Although it is very warm, it is not easy to take off.Now he is still wearing a single-layer cloak with a slightly thicker fabric, which Nanako can easily snatch and wear for herself.

As a very contented person, Nanako did not give a bad comment on this "not warm enough" cloak, after all, it is good to wear some.

Gogol's cloak was too long for her, and Nanako wrapped her head in the cloak so as not to let the hem of the cloak hang down to the ground, then pulled it left and right for a long time, holding it tightly with her hands, Wrapping the cloak tightly, I finally felt that the sea breeze blowing over was not so cold.

Sixteen and seventeen-year-old boys are very frost-resistant, and it's not really winter yet.In Japan, every winter, primary and secondary schools across the country hold various forms of "winter marathon" activities. Children in short-sleeved shorts run outdoors for several kilometers or even when the temperature is only in single digits. It is more than ten kilometers, which is not uncommon.

Compared with those situations where he ran a marathon shirtless in the winter, the weather was only a dozen degrees, and Gogol was still wearing a long-sleeved shirt and undershirt. No big deal.He didn't show any repulsive attitude either, he just said "Hey~~~", then continued to carry things and walked forward with Nanako.

Nanako, who wrapped herself in a cloak from head to toe, walked slowly beside him, like a small bamboo shoot that could walk.

"How about going to the coffee shop for a cup of hot cocoa before going back to the detective agency?" Gogol suggested.

Nanako nodded subconsciously, but soon shook her head again. Amidst the whistling wind, she tried to raise her volume a little and answered him: "I don't drink cocoa... I drink tea."

She rarely drinks tea, fresh fruit juice in summer, hot milk in winter, chocolate cocoa or other drinks occasionally, but most of them must have something sweet, or plain water is fine.But coffee and tea are very bitter, and Nanako doesn't drink them, just like she doesn't eat bitter melon.

So Gogol raised his eyebrows in surprise.

Nanako didn't explain to him.She is 14 years old now, but because she has been a child for a long time, she has forgotten it. It was last weekend that Nanako and Yosano took her to buy some skin care products, and Nanako remembered it.She is now in puberty, and puberty is prone to acne.

Drinking milk is prone to acne, and eating sweets is also prone to acne.In order to grow taller, I still have to drink milk every day, and it’s okay to eat some chocolate when I’m hungry, but forget about hot cocoa. …It is still okay to drink scented tea with honey, and hot scented tea is just as warm.

Although I don’t know why Nanako doesn’t drink hot cocoa—Gogol remembers that she was still saying that she wanted to drink hot cocoa in winter two weeks ago—but when Nanako said this, Gogol responded very kindly: “Ok Come on, have some hot tea."

"Yeah." Nanako responded, and wrapped the cloak a little tighter, holding the shopping bag tightly in her hand.

They walked along the coastal trail for a short distance, and the red brick building where the detective agency was located had already appeared in their field of vision, and even the sound of traffic horns on the road was faintly mixed into the sound of the wind. In, if there seems to be nothing.

"Guoguoli." Nanako suddenly called Gogol again, but this time she didn't stop. The sea breeze just stopped for a while. In the weakened wind, Gogol heard her calling him, so he lowered his head again. , his golden eyes blinked, and he turned his gaze to Nanako.

Nanako also turned her face to the side and looked up at him: "Does Dad have a girlfriend now?"

"What?" Gogol had a puzzled look on his face.

"That is to say, Dad," Nanako said slowly and seriously, "do you have a girlfriend....Have you ever met?"

- that woman.

——かのじょ.

Gogol raised his hand to his chin, looking like he was thinking carefully. After a long time, he answered Nanako very rigorously: "Probably not at present."

He paused, tilted his head, and asked Nanako curiously, "Why do you ask this? Do you think Mr. Ranpo has a lover?"

"...I don't know." Nanako raised her hand in the cloak, scratched her head through the cloak, and didn't know what she was saying "don't know".

Gogol's eyelids drooped a little, he lowered his head thoughtfully, looked at Nanako who was walking slowly and staring ahead for a while, and asked her, "If Mr. Ranpo has a girlfriend, how about it?" so what?"

Nanako raised her eyes, looked at him with dark eyes, and then turned her eyes back to the road in front of her.

"Then you may be sent to the dormitory." Nanako answered him.

Gogol thought about it, and felt that what Nanako said made sense.If Mr. Ranpo has an extra lover—the kind of "lover" who aims to get married—as the daughter adopted by Mr. Ranpo, Nanako can definitely continue to live in the "Edogawa House". It is impossible for Mr. Ayu to find a lover who cannot accept Nanako.

However, as the "I don't know what kind of person" of the Edogawa family, the 16-year-old Gogol may face the fate of "being kicked out of the house" and "supporting himself".It's not impossible to live on the streets, but it is still possible to move to the dormitory of the detective agency.

"This doesn't sound like a good thing." Gogol made such an evaluation, and just after finishing a sentence, he turned to ask again: "So——do you think that Mr. Ranpo has a lover? ?”

Nanako thought about it for a while, and felt that it was better not to betray Xie Ye, after all, she hadn't figured out what she meant with Xie Ye.

"I don't seem to have it.... I just thought about it." Nanako decided to fool Gogol first, with a serious expression, but the excuse she made was perfunctory.

"Maybe you can ask Mr. Ranpo directly." As a "helpful" teenager, Gogol kindly gave a suggestion, "If you ask Mr. Ranpo directly, he should tell you the answer. "

"Then go ask Guoguo."

"……why me?"

"You said it yourself, go ask Dad."

"No, no, no——I just suggested that you can ask Mr. Ranpo."

"You have to do what you say. Ask what you say, so you ask."

"But this question is what you want to know, not what I want to know."

Facing Gogol who looked surprised and took it for granted, Nanako remained silent, because what Gogol said was absolutely correct.She had no choice but to purse her lips, think carefully, and then said:

"...Then ask me, I'll treat you to hot cocoa."

Gogol: "...Why don't you ask yourself?"

The sea breeze was still a bit cold, and the cloak couldn't cover her entire face. Nanako's expressionless face was already stiff at the moment. She sniffed her nose and answered Gogol sternly:

"If my father doesn't have a girlfriend, if I ask him this question, then he thinks I want a mother, so he asks him this question, and then runs to find a girlfriend and become my mother... Then what should I do."

Gogol: "..."

The 16-year-old fell into deep thought:

How should he tell Nanako that she doesn't need to worry about this problem at all?

After all, there was no need for her to ask, Mr. Luanpo was already thinking about finding someone to be her mother.

Not only that, but with the acquiescence of President Fukuzawa and the impetus of some members who watch the excitement and don't think it's a big deal, this matter has now been put on the top of the "important recent tasks" of the detective agency. Ready to go"——Although it seems that Mr. Ranpo, as the person involved, still focuses all his attention on "solving puzzles", "going to the park", "reading comics, eating snacks and playing games", "taking Nanako going out to play" these things are not at all like a 26-year-old young man who was "driven to the shelves" and went on a blind date.

"Don't you want Mr. Ranpo to find a girlfriend and be your mother?" Gogol asked.

There was no light in Nanako's dark eyes. She looked at the road in front of her and walked very slowly, moving slowly towards the detective agency like a calf.

"The person my father likes is my father's girlfriend."

Nanako said so.

Gogol understood her words.

First the person Ranpo-san likes, then Ranpo-san's lover, and then Nanako's "mother".Rather than becoming Nanako's "mother" first, so becoming Mr. Ranpo's lover may not necessarily become the person Mr. Ranpo likes.

"The person you like can be a lover." Gogol summed up what she meant.

Not necessarily someone you like.

Nanako thought.

After all, there should be only a few people in the world who can just meet their "person they like", but most of them will eventually get married and start a family, and more people will only find "the right person" instead of "the right person". It must be "the person I like".But even then, if Dad wants to find a girlfriend, he should first consider a suitable "lover" for him, and then consider whether it is a suitable "mother" for her.

Dad wanted to find a partner for himself, not to find a partner for her mother.

Nanako was a little too lazy to explain such a long passage, so she nodded to Gogol: "Yeah."

"Isn't that very simple?" Gogol turned his head to her side, with a brisk smile on his face, his golden eyes bent into crescent moons, and the three-strand braid hanging behind his back was blown up by the sea breeze.

"Since you think so, as long as you tell Mr. Ranpo like this, wouldn't that be all right?"

Nanako thought about it.

She doesn't feel good.

"I've said it again."

"?"

"So you help me tell Dad again."

Nanako, who didn't want to talk, pushed the matter back to Gogol.