you redeemed me

There is a kind of impulse called uncontrollable, and there is a kind of self-abuse called nozuonodie.

The two thoughts in Kudo's mind collided back and forth, and finally stood in the garden of the doctor's house.

The camel lapel coat set off his slender and tall figure. Standing in the wind, he felt a little bleak for no reason. The background was bare treetops, without the withered and yellow leaves that were blown by the wind. The afternoon was as quiet as an autumn night .

The cradle hammock was covered with a thick layer of velvet, with her back facing him, and the woman tilted her head, not knowing whether she was asleep or awake.The afternoon sun was already warm, but after all, it was mostly cold outside the courtyard.

When he walked to her side, he realized that she really fell asleep unscrupulously.He was wearing a brown wool hat, but his nose and cheeks were frozen pink.This woman is truly blessed by God, her skin is excellent, delicate and silky.

The next second, he withdrew his hand in surprise, his eyes flickered, and he didn't understand why he started to rub her side face.

But he had to feel a kind of heartfelt comfort and enjoyment at the way she was sleeping peacefully now.Lan's sleeping face is also very beautiful, but it is quiet and elegant, the kindness of the sister next door, but this woman is elegant and charming, carved out of perfection.

The sudden cough startled him, and he felt unnaturally guilty.He turned sideways so as not to expose his face to the eyes of the waking woman.

"What's the matter?" She calmed down her disordered breathing a little, then nestled back on the chair, leaning against the warm down, with a sleepy look, as if someone had let her sleep.

The estranged words separated the distance, and he sighed in frustration, "I've been forgetting to say thank you to you, Wei Lan."

"Oh, I heard it." She was still lazy and careless.

In his closed eyes, there was a faint reflection of his desolation in those years of desolation, which made her unable to bear to look directly at him, and made her heartbroken.

Kudo, I don't need your thanks.

Miyano Shiho always knew what she was going to do, never hesitated, never regretted it, just like now she understands that what he wants to do is to make it come true, and do what she can for the rest of her life to make his happiness come true.

She is not so tall and self-sacrificing, but she wants to selfishly keep what he loves and keep him safe and happy, which is what she wishes for the rest of her life.

Kudo sighed again, "I'm getting married, Lan will take good care of that child, your life is still long, don't be tied down by this child."

Miyano Shiho suddenly opened his eyes, and his lips moved, as if he was enduring some great sadness or anger.She turned her head slowly, as if it was a great torment, "Shinichi Kudo, please! Don't do unnecessary things!" Her tone was like a layer of ice at the dawn of winter, thickly guarded and cold.

Something fiddled with Kudo's heart, he turned back to look at her, the woman's eyes were cold, her eyes were icy cold, her face was cold.

He realized that he had angered her, and suddenly remembered that Miyano Shiho seemed to have come back because of the child, and even got angry at him and even shed tears because of the child.

Something, quietly shattered in the bottom of my heart.

"You—" opened his mouth, but couldn't speak.

He was shocked. He had always ignored why Miyano Shiho, as a mother, wanted to give up the child, and why his father, who had been absent for five years, took the child as his own.

Perhaps it was subconsciously feeling that Miyano Shiho really couldn't hook up with his mother, how could such a woman become a mother.

She suddenly glared at him viciously: "I said, give me back my son. Since you are going to get married, why bother to carry a bottle of oil. You and Xiaolan will have your own children one day, and I His son belongs only to me. Don't think about him, even if you are his father."

It was the first time she looked at him like this, Kudo Shinichi was flattered suddenly, but subconsciously replied: "You admit that I am his father, finally."

She was dumb, rolled her eyes, and acquiesced.

"But I don't think you will be a good mother. You don't even tell him the father of the child. Fortunately, that kid is smart, and somehow knows that I am his father." At that time, Shinichi hadn't noticed the irrepressible pride in these words. .

"So what?" she asked coldly.

He looked at her, with a white face reflected in the backlight, indifferent and defensive, he turned his head: "It's not good. I just don't understand why you are so obsessed with a child, Huiyuan."

"I've always been very motherly." Huiyuan never changed his face when he spoke big words.Even with such a thick skin, she was still embarrassed after all, and looked up at the sunset.

Kudo's smile was distorted by her words, and when he tilted his head to look at her, he felt that she was still so cute when she looked at the sky with an awkward expression.

He followed her seemingly serious gaze, and the distance gradually became an orange halo, layer by layer, with various and gradual changes in color, gradually returning to orange red.

"So pretty?" He teased sarcasticly.

"Sunset, the end of the sun that dyes the world red. I don't know how many times in my life I can see this sad color." As if the air became sad, the last clarity before the end, Kudo only felt Standing in the shadow that the sun can't reach, half of his body was immersed in the ice-breaking lake.

How is it possible, shouldn't this woman be in a dream when she is sad for spring and autumn?

After only three or four seconds of astonishment, Miyano Shiho had suppressed his sadness on his own, and turned into a nest girl again, curled up in the blanket like a satiated cat.

"This really surprised me. You have such a gloomy expression. Are you doing well?" He couldn't say the rest. After leaving the black organization, shouldn't Takano Shiho's life attract the attention of the world? ?

But these years, she seems to have disappeared without a trace, lost in the vast crowd.

Many times when he wakes up in a dream, he will involuntarily walk to the big floor-to-ceiling mirror, under the sparse orchid moonlight, carefully distinguish the appearance of the person in the mirror, whether he has ever turned into a seven-year-old when he was 17 Appearance, whether that woman named Hui Yuan Ai has ever appeared in his life.

Time is illusory, and thoughts are also illusory.

She didn't speak, but from the angle of view that he didn't pay attention to, she showed a look of satisfaction and helplessness.

No one responded, whether it was acquiescence or other thoughts, Kudo Shin couldn't tell, he looked at her condescendingly, he was suddenly surprised to find that the woman seemed to be trembling, she was obviously wrapped tightly, and suddenly remembered, Lan Zeng suffered such a serious injury. Rao has such a good foundation, but now her body is not as good as before, not to mention this woman whose limbs are not working.

He approached, making gestures to hug her.

But she seemed to have sensed something, opened her eyes, folded her chest and made a terrified look: "What are you doing, you want to moleste me, I will call the police!"

Kudo Shinichi almost stumbled.

"You... are really confident in your own charm... as always." He lost his hygienic eyes and didn't bother to pay attention to her. "I'll carry you into the house, and you'll be frozen to death in a while."

"Let go, don't touch me." She vigorously waved away Shinichi's paws that seemed to be plotting evil.

"Leave me alone, there is no sunlight in the house."

He paused, "I haven't seen you treat the sun so much before?"

"I suddenly felt that she was very cute. Even if I was going to die, I didn't want to die in the shadows." He made a speech generously, righteously, and Kudo Shinichi was about to worship the queen. Just a joke, I wish I could spend ten years of my life to redeem this sentence...

The two of them hadn't spoken for a long time, when the last ray of light was swallowed by the darkness, "Your family, my son..." She chewed on these two concepts softly, then met his still deep eyes calmly, and said, " You see, they have nothing to do with each other."

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