you redeemed me

Holding on to the mahogany railing and going downstairs, his face became paler and his thick sweater was wet with cold sweat, as if he had just been fished out of the water.

She lives upstairs, and downstairs is a coffee shop decorated with green bamboo, chrysanthemum, and scrolls, which dilutes the strong aroma of coffee.

The location is remote, but the environment is very good. There are guests all day long, in twos and threes, which is very satisfying. The room is lively but not noisy.

I wanted to go downstairs to get a glass of water, but I was surprised that the room was too quiet. I raised my eyes and fell into a dream.

This just right angle sent his handsome face and the scattered light into Miyano Shiho's eyes, which seemed to touch the depths of the pupils, and he couldn't close his eyes for a long time, until the little girl who was in charge reported to himself flushed

"Boss, these people said they want to book the venue."

Xu Shi heard some noises, and the man standing against the light by the window sill turned sideways slowly. The early autumn sunlight was covered with a layer of cold frost, falling on the man's open windbreaker, condensing into his slightly sharp eyes, bringing out a kind of personality. Scrutiny means alienation.

The trembling eyelashes seemed to be filled with an unknown emotion, which actually made her feel a little heavy. After unexpectedly meeting such gazes, she paused awkwardly when she was about to move, and retracted almost imperceptibly.

Come to think of it, he didn't recognize this face, Miyano Shiho's face.

She stretched out her hands to cover her mouth and nose and was gasping for breath. After recovering, she sighed and said lightly, "You can arrange it." Then she went upstairs again, forgetting to pour the water.

In the twilight, the lights of Wanjia shine on the river passing through the house, reflecting the house in the lake mirror, winding into gorgeous fireworks with the ripples of the water.

Going downstairs again in a daze, her body became heavier after a while of pain, and the exhaustion all over her body made her unable to distinguish the excessive silence in the hall.

He yelled casually: "Ling Ge, pour me a glass of Blue Mountain."

A slender hand appeared in sight, with distinct knuckles, white and crystal clear, but definitely not what a woman should have.

Surprised, he raised his head and bumped into a pair of eyes, warm blue, just like him.

Before tidying up his emotions, Kudo Shinichi took his seat familiarly, took the coffee that had just been put down, and pushed a cup of warm water to Miyano Shiho.

After taking a sip, he seemed to be very satisfied with his craftsmanship, so he said unhurriedly: "It's an honor to meet you, Ms. Miyano. I'm Kudo Shinichi."

Satisfied to see Miyano Shiho's blank eyes, he casually added: "simple reasoning" and gave her an 'idiot' look.

He slumped sideways in the armchair, playing with the white jade teacup, looking through the rim.

Four years ago, I said "one month, I will pay you back for three years." After waking up, there was no such person as Haibara Ai, and there was no Miyano Shiho who should have appeared but left without saying goodbye.

Hui Yuan Ai's appearance was an accident, and his inadvertent disappearance only brought his life back to the original track.But in the past four years, the loss of the Boy Detective Team did not have much regret, but he could not restrain himself from inadvertently yelling the word Huiyuan to the void. The habit was terrible, as if that child had become the key to his life. A part, the constituents of memory.

The outline of brown hair and a cool white coat often appear in my mind, but the true appearance of the looming face can never be presented.

All of this became complete after this face appeared in his sight. The detective's intuition couldn't tolerate deja vu, let alone paradox, so he couldn't wait to ask the little waiter named Ling Ge, and finally confirmed what he thought.

Miyano Shiho smiled knowingly, brightening up his originally pale face, rubbing a sharp glamor in the coldness,

For a moment, Kudo Shinichi couldn't tell whether the woman in front of him was Haibara Ai, who had been with him for three years, or a stranger named Miyano Shiho.Miyano Shiho's expression was blurred by the mist of boiled water, she looked down at the glass in front of her, but she didn't intend to drink, she just looked at it, just to avoid his cunning eyes.She said, "Yes, the detective is the police dog after all. Big-detective-detective."

First he was angered by the word "police dog", and then dazed by the word "big detective".

It's been so many years, these three words don't sound like the long-lost feeling, they are still so familiar, as if unconsciously integrated into the memory.

Slowing down the rigid chaos in his mind, he opened his eyes again, his eyes were clear and unwavering under his eyebrows fluttering like butterfly wings, deep and clear, reflecting a strong insight in the aristocratic and elegant eyes, that kind of calm Sight is like a silk thread entangled, unable to break free, so willing to sink.

Kudo Shinichi looked at this with great interest, the brilliance that had been flamboyant when he first met had been taken away by the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River, leaving only a thin layer of cold barrier that strangers should not enter.

He glanced at her and said leisurely, "Is your throat uncomfortable?"

Zhiho paused, lowered his eyes, and did not answer.

Kudo Shinichi suddenly brought his head closer, with a close distance and a subtle perspective, "It looks like he is very sick." He narrowed his eyes slightly, which was a scrutinizing gaze.

Miyano Shiho suddenly panicked, his eye sockets shrank suddenly, and the flickering panic couldn't be clearly understood.She reached out to block Kudou's hand that was about to cover her forehead, put it down calmly, and then got up, "It's too bad, I just molested my old friend when I came here. I'm fine, don't worry about it."

She sat on the back of the chair, "But what is Mr. Kudo doing in China? The small shop is less than 50 square meters, so I can't afford you." She deliberately controlled her tone just right, neither alienated nor acquainted. The Chu River Han boundary was delineated for the two.

"The implication is that I can roll." He stretched out in the chair, looking like he was lying on the bed. "However, I finally found you, how could I leave so easily."

"What do you mean, what do you want?" Her eyes were cold.

"Anxin, it's just that Hui Yuanai is missing, and the work is not going well. Since we are so in love with each other, why don't you just follow me."

"No. Give up." She answered it as a matter of course, her strength was irresistible, and she was faintly nervous and flustered, but she would not be noticed.

"You don't need to do this. It's a waste of high-achieving students living here. I just need an assistant."

"No, no." She walked to the window, trying to divert her attention.

"Eh——" Kudo Shinichi supported his head, frustrated. "Why - don't you want to go back to Japan?"

Miyano Shiho gritted his teeth, "Tch, how do you know it's because I don't want to go back to Japan?"

There was no sound behind him for a long time, and Miyano Shiho couldn't help but turn his head. He probably just attended some kind of banquet, and he was wearing a silver-gray suit, which fits eye-catchingly.

So, in order to make himself more eye-catching, this man is struggling to pull his tie, extremely... strenuous...

Finally succeeded, he boldly threw the tie on the table, the disheveled neckline against the slightly white collarbone appeared in her line of sight, Miyano raised his eyes awkwardly, just happened to meet his inexplicably irritable eyes, unable to hold each other In a few seconds, her throat tightened for a while, and the slight tingling sensation kept scratching the nerves in her throat. Accompanied by the growing dampness and heat on her body, she suddenly felt bad.

He sat down suddenly, clutching the hem of the clothes around his waist, his hands shaking violently.

Kudo looked up and saw her strangeness, and stood up suddenly. The sound of the chair rubbing against the ground was sharp and piercing. He squatted down, one hand pressed her shoulder, and the other touched her back. It made his hands tremble imperceptibly, "Why are you so thin, you eat glucose every day to hang yourself."

No time to distinguish his voice, the pain became more and more intense, causing her to cough uncontrollably, she grabbed his collar uncontrollably, and then shook it away!

"Don't touch me." The voice was weak, but it came out word by word through gritted teeth.

"What's wrong with you? I'll take you to the hospital." He made a gesture to pick her up.

"I said don't touch me. I'm fine. It's just that I have some abdominal cramps. I forgot to eat today." She raised her head, but avoided his gaze.

"Also, the smell of cigarettes on you is too strong." She turned around, "I'm tired, so you can take care of yourself."

The cold figure of the woman in the line of sight withdrew without hesitation, gradually drifting away, until he was the only one in the hall breathing with different depths, only then did he realize that he had been sitting dryly in the middle of the night.

"I forgot to tell you, she looks so pretty." He smiled.