Write well, don't fight

In the summer afternoon, it should be sitting by the window drawn by white or light green gauze curtains, brewing a pot of dark red black tea that seems to contain the aroma of roses, and serving it with a small plate of small, light green tea. Red, beige or almond-colored biscuits made of flowers or small animals, next to a circle of fresh fruit cut into half crescent shapes, this is the afternoon tea of ​​the detective agency.

This is the afternoon tea hosted by Wei Xia herself. While enjoying such a simple yet exquisite afternoon tea, she was sitting on a small rattan chair with a book in her hand. With the hair on the shoulders, other members of the detective agency often come to share a share of the pie when they are resting.

Even though the atmosphere has become increasingly tense recently, books and afternoon tea are must-haves for Weisha.

At this moment, the warm eyes under the girl's slightly trembling eyelashes seemed to have dripped with warm tea. She slightly pursed her pale pink lips, and brushed her fingers over the words that still had the fragrance of ink, like a dream settled in the light and shadow.

Exhaling lightly, the girl closed her eyes, her heart was beating little by little, as if the heartstrings were being plucked with a feather, and the heart was trembling slightly, with a small arc, but it didn't stop.

She opened her eyes, as if diamonds had fallen into her eyes, and stood up holding the book.

Wei Xia walked up to the white-haired boy, and reached out to touch Atsushi Nakajima, making him look up at her. Her heart was still beating, slightly like a serenade.

"Mr. Nakajima, Mr. Izumi Kyoka's words are simply too beautiful, like soft and elegant refreshments. Does Nakajima-kun know where Mr. Izumi Kyoka has been recently? I have not paid her manuscript fees on her behalf. What about her, and sir, do you have any ideas for the next work?"

Atsushi Nakajima was stunned for a moment, he looked at the girl's sincere eyes as always, and saw the manuscript fee in the girl's hand, bit his lower lip.

Kyoka-chan... If you know that you are so popular, if you know that your existence has such great value, you should be very happy... You have never been useless...

Where are you……

He really wanted to pour out all the pain, grief and self-blame in his heart, but thinking of the warning from the detective agency before, he still closed his eyes and swallowed the words that slipped to his mouth, like drinking traditional Chinese medicine Next, showing a smile that blends sadness and joy.

"I don't know either... It should be because I want to rest for a while after writing..."

"That's it..." Wei Xia was a little disappointed, but she quickly recovered. She handed Atsushi Nakajima a small biscuit, and said with a smile, "Mr. Nakajima, try the biscuit I made."

Atsushi Nakajima blinked, and the biscuit in his hand was made into the appearance of a naive little tiger, exuding the fragrance and softness of milk. This tiger is specially colored with white milk and black chocolate, and it looks exactly like his white tiger The abilities are very similar.

Atsushi Nakajima looked at the girl suspiciously, the girl blinked, and said in a brisk tone: "Because I feel that Mr. Nakajima is not in a good mood, since he is a white tiger who is afraid of torturing his heart, then eat it in one go!"

She also nodded seriously: "Eat it in one breath and you will win!"

Atsushi Nakajima didn't know whether to laugh or cry, the girl's innocent tone like a child made his heart covered by dark clouds suddenly blow a soft wind, blowing away the long-standing depression, and made him a little more relaxed.

"Then, thank you, Miss Wei Xia." Atsushi Nakajima thanked very seriously, and then, as Wei Xia said, he took a deep breath and ate it in one go.

Mica-like debris dotted the corners of the boy's lips, and the girl gave a chuckle: "How does Nakajima-kun feel?"

Atsushi Nakajima scratched his hair in embarrassment, showing a pure smile: "It's delicious."

The girl bent her eyes, and there was a stream of sunshine-kissed joy flowing in her eyes.At this moment, her mobile phone rang suddenly, and she took it out to have a look.

"Ah, it's a courier! I'll go get it."

Wei Xia opened the door with brisk steps and went downstairs.On the passage at the top of the stairs, she looked at the so-called courier.

The mushroom-headed man in a green scarf actually wore sunglasses like gaming glasses on his face. He was holding a packing box. He didn't know if it was uncomfortable, but his voice was very low.

"Miss, please sign for your courier."

Wei Xia took the pen and signed the courier slip, she blinked: "I can open that first and check."

"can."

Still holding her throat, Weixia's eyes flashed a hint of doubt. She opened the package, and all the things in the box were yellow, spindle-shaped lemons.

Wei Xia picked up a lemon, suddenly felt emotional, and chanted affectionately: "I like the simple color that seems to be squeezed out of the lemon yellow watercolor and then solidified. The color of the lemon quietly blends the chaotic colors Absorbed into the francium-shaped body, it looks even more vivid...Only the lemon is surrounded by a tense atmosphere...The thing I have been looking for for a long time is exactly this weight. Undoubtedly, this is the conversion of all things that are true, good and beautiful The resulting weight..."

Kajii Keijiro, who was disguised as a courier, was already stunned. His eyes were fixed on the lemon lying safely in the girl's palm, as if a warm blood was rushing upwards, and his heart was beating violently.

Ah... this perfect spindle shape, this lemon that is big enough to explode this empty world, carrying the highest mysteries of science... Ah... my beautiful lemon, you should not just be an ordinary fruit, I will let you Walking into literature, let you burst out the most brilliant explosion in the world! "

Wei Xia was just expressing her feelings, and when she was about to take the delivery box from the person opposite, the person directly grabbed the lemon from her hand and put it in the box.

Then Wei Xia looked at it blankly, and the other party put the box on his shoulder and ran away in a hurry?

Ahhh...the lemon pie I was going to make...wait...that counts as...looting lemons?

The door of the detective agency was pushed open with a slam, and the girl, who was out of breath, half supported her knees. Under the gaze of all the members of the detective agency, the girl gasped urgently: "It's not good! I met Lemon Robbers!"

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"Yokohama Morning Post": A lemon is like a bomb ignited in the history of literature. Mr. Kajii Kijiro shows us a world where reality and fantasy coexist, overlapping yet divergent, with exquisite, delicate and fantasy writing.Connecting unrelated items together makes reality and fantasy overlap, allowing characters to walk in the overlapping gray area.This kind of wonderful behavior without awareness of reality is like a bold attempt to go against reality and make it difficult to move an inch, but to use imagination to change reality and seek unity with reality.

And, a building exploded yesterday, and it was reported that a large number of lemon fragments were found in the center of the explosion. We guess that Mr. Kajii Keijiro’s "Lemon" was inspired by this, and literature comes from life rather than life.

Everyone in the detective agency stared at the TV: ...

This building... seems to belong to the Port Mafia?