I only have family in my heart

Lan Tang made a little disguise.

This is not difficult for a former spy worker. He dyed his hair light blond, pretended to be short, and wore green colored contact lenses. Enduring the cold, he took off his cotton coat and put on a straight suit, but with slightly slumped shoulders, the whole person's temperament looks mediocre and tired, looking like a haggard office worker.

He originally thought that the last meeting was a showdown, so he passed on as before, but judging by what Misaki Ichinomiya meant...she seemed to want to continue dating him for a while.That being the case, Lan Tang felt that he had better be careful.

The bookstore was not cleared, and there were many customers inside, or families with children, or couples and lovers, or single young men and women, shuttling between rows of bookshelves.Lantang was about to look for Misaki Ichinomiya when she had already appeared by his side.

She changed into a sweater, and her casual dressing style immediately made her look younger and immature.

Just looking at her appearance now, she is just a little girl with a bright smile. No one would have thought that she would be the owner of half of Yokohama.

"Sir..." Seeing his disguise, she wisely didn't call his name. The girl approached him and looked at his hair curiously: "Did you go to cut your hair?"

"No..." Lan Tang looked down at her and replied, "I just used the subspace to cover the lower half of my hair. Others can't see the hair in the subspace, but only the hair outside the subspace, which is short hair."

Ichinomiya Misaki suddenly realized, and praised: "It's so convenient."

With that said, she turned around and walked to the booth where "new books are on shelves".

Lan Tang followed slowly, and caught a glimpse of the shadow on the glass window beside him, it looked like a brother who was a little older was accompanying his sister to buy books after get off work.

"Clearing the venue always attracts attention." Misaki Ichinomiya picked up a picture book on the booth with a cute and childlike cover design, flipped through it, looked up and smiled at Lan Tang, "So this time I want to blend in with the crowd, so I just Chose the bookstore - it's my favorite bookstore."

Lan Tang didn't speak.

"I think sir, you used to be such a powerful spy, so you should be able to deal with it." She put the picture book back again, and after flipping through a few pages, she found that the content did not arouse the interest of a closer look: "Sure enough, I I almost didn't recognize you."

"You still recognized it."

"Well... because no one's disguise can fool me." Misaki Ichinomiya smiled, then turned to ask him, "What kind of books do you like to read, sir?"

Lan Tang glanced casually over those brand-new books: "I like books that can be warmed for a long time."

"Is it really cold?" Misaki Ichinomiya shook his hand, and it really felt very cold. Even though the temperature in the room was suitable for warmth, his already pale skin was as stiff as if it had been frozen purple in the ice and snow. "What would you do if you couldn't wear cotton-padded clothes, cotton trousers and cotton shoes when you were on a mission to disguise yourself?"

She has a natural intimacy, and the boundaries of distance seem to be a little fuzzy.

"Endure..." Lan Tang calmly withdrew his hand.

"I know there is a warm place." Misaki Ichinomiya said, she took his hand, turned around and put it under the hat behind her hoodie. "I don't know why, but the sweater is always warm under the hood."

Lan Tang stared at her slender and fair neck that was shown in front of his eyes when she lowered her head slightly.

His broad palm was pressed under her cervical spine, and the soft cotton hat was covered on the back of his hand, warmed by the girl's body temperature, like a closed hand warmer.

It's warm, but not warm enough.

The man's hand slid up and grabbed her neck through a layer of hat fabric.

"The neck, the back of the head, and the spine..." Lan Tang said coldly, "Three vital points, if you expose them to me like this, you should expect such an end."

Misaki Ichinomiya slightly raised her head and looked forward, without struggling, she just said suddenly: "You haven't fully remembered, have you?"

"what?"

"You remembered your real name, remembered why you became what you are now, and remembered that you have a best friend. However, you still haven't remembered what happened that day to separate you from your best friend. Since then Lost contact, right?"

"Uh……"

"Don't you want to know what the hell happened?"

Lan Tang said: "Can you tell?"

"Yes..." Misaki Ichinomiya said softly, "But that's what I should write in the next letter."

The two were in a stalemate for a moment, and Misaki Ichinomiya turned around and picked up a book and started to read it again. She said calmly, "Standing like that all the time is stupid, and it will attract people's attention."

And as she turned around, Lan Tang's hand slowly released from the back of her neck and fell back between her shoulder blades.

Misaki Ichinomiya said, "Ah, it doesn't matter if you keep putting it under the hat."

Lan Tang stopped the hand that was about to withdraw.

"When sir is with me, I want him to feel as comfortable as possible, so let's put it there for warmth." She looked up at him, still smiling.

Lan Tang looked at her with heavy eyes, "What exactly do you want to do?"

"I want to be friends with you."

Lan Tang frowned slightly.

"I want to invite you to the Gaotian group."

Lan Tang understood, he relaxed his brows, confirming that he had entered a familiar rhythm - he had seen the matter of being wooed many times, and he handled it very skillfully.

"I won't stay." Lan Tang said, "This is not my country."

"What if Verlaine stays?" Misaki Ichinomiya asked.

"He won't stay either." Lan Tang said, "I will find him and take him back."

"What if he doesn't want to go back? What if there are people here who he doesn't want to give up? If you break his leg, he will crawl back... Do you want to imprison him for a lifetime?"

"Why doesn't he want to go back?"

"He's your partner, don't you even know?" Misaki Ichinomiya started to walk forward slowly again, her eyes fell on books, and when she saw a book with a title and cover that she was interested in, she picked it up for trial reading Book up. "Have you really understood his thoughts?"

As she walked forward, Lan Tang put his hand under her hat, against her back, and moved with her.

This action looks a little funny to outsiders.However, the expressions of the two parties were very calm and natural, showing an intimate and harmonious relationship.

"You know what he thinks?" Lan Tang asked in a low voice.

"I know...you know..."

"Knowing is knowing, not knowing is not knowing, why is it "know"? "

"Does sir know about databases?"

"what do you mean?"

"This world..." Misaki Ichinomiya said, "It's like a database, which stores all the stories and secrets in the world. My mother explored part of it, and I inherited the results of her exploration.

And the part we know, past, present, and future—in your eyes, may already be considered omniscient.But there are still many parts that we haven't touched yet.So, I can't be sure that I know everything. "

"And..." she said, "the part of the data I inherited from my mother, because I didn't explore it myself, so the rules of the world restrict me. It's like, I am a computer, and a file clearly It has been stored on my desktop, but if you want to open it, you must enter the correct password."

"Who is the person who helped you find the password?"

"My spy chief." Misaki Ichinomiya said: "Sometimes he can find it, sometimes he can't. But he is very capable, so he can find it most of the time. But it doesn't matter if he doesn't find it. If he finds it, he can find it. , If you don’t find a way to deal with it, don’t force it.”

She said this calmly, and then she finished looking at the booth where the new books were on the shelves, and started to walk to other bookshelves.Lan Tang also stopped talking, just followed her silently.

The bookstore is actually not crowded, but occasionally you will meet other customers face to face. In the slightly narrow aisle, Misaki Ichinomiya naturally grabbed his clothes, as if afraid that he would get lost.

"Recently, I want to read books on reasoning—Sir, will you help me choose?"

They stopped in front of the bookshelf marked "Mystery Fiction".

Misaki Ichinomiya looked up at the bookshelf, remembered something, and laughed: "Ranpo hates mystery novels."

"That "Yin Beast"? "

"Yeah, because he can always guess the end just by looking at the beginning. So it's very boring, and I don't understand why I waste time flipping through it all. But I'm not as smart as him, so I can have fun-this is being mediocre. People's happiness."

It was the first time that Lan Tang's expression changed so vividly. He looked at the girl in front of him, and said with a complicated expression, "Mediocre?"

He saw her standing on tiptoe, trying to get a novel on the top shelf of the bookshelf, the young man raised his hand lightly, and pulled out the book that was still hard to reach with her fingertips.

Misaki Ichinomiya looked up at him, those clear blue-green eyes reminded Rantang of the sea water of Etretat, known as "the first coastline of France" in his hometown.

He hasn't been back for a long time.

This thought made him stand still for a moment, looking into her eyes for a moment of silence.

Misaki Ichinomiya didn't notice this, she bent her eyes, and stretched out her hands towards him: "It's nice to be tall, sir."

Lan Tang silently put the book in her hand.Then when she was about to grab it, it suddenly rose again.

Misaki Ichinomiya: "?"

Seeing the bewildered expression for the first time on that face that was always calm and gentle, with a mature expression beyond age, Lan Tang's lips curled up slightly.

Then he put the novel into her hands. "Kids should look like kids."

Misaki Ichinomiya looked at him: "I am 19 years old, and I can already give birth to an heir."

She looked at him, thought about her "wooing" strategy, and said: "But if you are willing to come to the Gaotian group, you want to raise me like Verlaine, and I have no objection."

The so-called leader is always able to bend and stretch.

The corner of Lan Tang's mouth twitched: "..."