you redeemed me

When she woke up, Kudo Shinichi had disappeared, just as she told her: When you are leaving, you don’t need to say goodbye to me, just remember to close the door for me, and you can pretend that someone is talking to you You say goodbye and don't send it off.But don't count on me.

She always remembered that the tone and demeanor at that time were all vivid and brilliant, and she also remembered that Kudo Shinichi was slightly absent-minded at that time.

For the rest, there is no image.

She thought, she slept very deeply, so the place where Kudo Shinichi's bed was supposed to be was quietly changed to a smaller one, and she didn't feel it at all.

She blinked twice, and after confirming that it wasn't a hallucination, she stood up in a little surprise, and the small Kudo Shinichi immediately moved her head closer, and blinked at her twice, to make sure that his mother hadn't forgotten him.

"Mom, I'm back." His little eyes did not show any reluctance for that place, his expression was just right, and the only thing he showed was his longing for his mother

This child may belong to the mother who knew too early...Unfortunately, he learned to love this mother who hides everything in his heart too early. He will not act like a baby, will not demand, and will not make trouble for no reason.He will always watch his mother's deliberate concealment of loneliness where he can see. Although he understands, although he has never expressed his love for his mother, Miyano Shiho knows that this child will try his best to reassure her , In this way, she may live a few more years.

"Do you like the name he gave you?" She reached out and ruffled his soft black hair. To be honest, this child gave her a headache. When I was born, because of premature birth, I almost died, let alone cried.She suffered from postpartum depression for a while, and missed his weakest time. When she could meet his eyes, he stopped smiling.

But Edogawa Conan's face is the best when it is a little serious. She still remembers that every time he finds out the truth, he is confident in winning, his eyes reflect strong wisdom, sharp but not hurtful rigor .

But this child was far from being serious, he just looked like a little old man who disregarded the world of mortals, like a young monk who was about to escape into Buddhism.

She has always wanted to take off his masked face, but she has never succeeded. For example, now, with black hair like a chicken coop, she is still calm, never stopping her movements, and never acting coquettishly.

She looked away, as if thinking seriously, and after a long time, she said, "I don't like it."

Miyano Shiho raised his neck, "I never named you, don't you want to know why?"

Kudo Imagawa looked at him, not expecting anything, and not wanting to know, let's just assume it.

"Sigh... I secretly want to wait for him to come and rectify your name." She replied a little helplessly.

There was a faint trace of heat in Kudo Imagawa's big eyes, the long eyelashes trembled slightly, and he lowered his head, "I just want you... No one told me how important a name is, but I only have you, what is the real name?" It's not important, Mom."

Miyano Shiho hugged her legs, the curtains were not drawn, the sun was like a waterfall, her eyes were prickly and stinging, and the nerves in her body were slightly tense.

The child told her so...tactfully that he didn't need a father, and didn't want her to feel guilty for failing to give him a father.

"Sometimes I really don't want you to be so sensible, brat."

"If... I'm gone, what will you do?" She smiled in the sunshine, pretending to be relieved.

Kudo Imagawa glanced at her, his calm eyes constricted instantly, the sharpness of the illusion, but gradually stopped when he picked up the book he had just thrown aside, his small body moved to her side, leaning against her She, then, opened the book...

Miyano Shiho likes to see him seriously reading the book, his appearance has not changed, and he is still Conan's version of Kudo Shinichi.

"By the way, you're back, I've also found a doctor, and I'll just wait for the belly to be disembowelled."

Kudo Imagawa's eyes twitched and he gritted his teeth.

The situation on the day he came back was like this. Early in the morning, Kudo Yusaku and Yukiko were having breakfast, and Xiaolan coaxed Kudo Imagawa downstairs to have breakfast together.

Kudo Shinichi broke into the door so suddenly, his two pairs of eyes stared at him, and he froze in unison.

Yusaku Kudo is drinking tea and choking

Yukiko was chewing gracefully, and almost... sprayed.Of course, she gracefully took the tissue and wiped the suspicious corner of her mouth gracefully.

The next second, Kudo Shinichi shouted, "I'm back."

Yusaku Kudo blew on his mustache and shouted, "Finally you are willing to come back?"

Yukiko... Yukiko is sending mass emails!The recipients are as follows: magazines, entertainment news, newspapers, police stations, as well as Fei Li and Mori Kogoro.

So, like a tsunami, the news of Kudo Shinichi's return spread all over the world, and Kudo Shinichi's return was as inexplicable as his disappearance.

Looking at the newspaper, Miyano Shiho couldn't help admiring that this man once again increased the ratings of entertainment news, which can be seen from the length of the newspaper.

Shocking two-word marriage news.

When Kudo Shinichi returned, the wedding that came as promised was taken for granted. Yukiko never stopped preparing for the wedding. From a certain point, she was able to be sure of his character.If he is really capable of such things as escaping marriage, she will personally... finish him!

As soon as Kudo Shin walked to the table, he took the sandwich and gnawed it, and a strong and uncertain call came from behind him unexpectedly: "Xin...one...is that right?"

He was startled, and turning his head for a moment, the woman with such athletic nerves rushed into his arms, and Kudo Shinichi grabbed her waist and carefully brought her into his arms.

The woman clutched his collar and trembled all over, a slight choked sob was firmly suppressed in his heart and lungs.The feeling of fullness in the arms suddenly, but the unfamiliar touch under the arms.

He couldn't help thinking of the woman who had never hugged him like this, but was hugged by him again and again. Her cold smile was simple and clean, but it was like the sky in autumn, the coast in winter, half of it was a landscape. , half is bleak, but the melancholy is always lingering like a fleeting shadow.

She always turned her head and smiled, always with an expression of only half of her face, and the tea method fluttered gently, blocking her lonely face.

He tightened his hands and hugged the woman in his arms, as if he could ignore the dull pain in his heart...

His voice fluttered gently: "Lan, I'm back...I'm sorry"

"Xinyi, why!" She raised her head from his arms, tears drenched her peaceful and beautiful face like a gardenia, she only asked this question in a hoarse voice.

"Shinichi~~~~" Xizi's voice behind him appeared in a timely manner with a playful tone, "We should give us an explanation!"

He turned his head, Yusaku Kudo at the dining table expressed a tacitly serious expression and Yukiko puffed her cheeks vigorously but couldn't do it, and sighed, it's so troublesome...

"I took over a case, and I didn't have time to tell you, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" He looked very sincere.

"Really?" Xiaolan was always easy to deceive.

Yusaku Kudo coughed, and Yukiko spoke for him: "Small! New! New! Please make a draft, don't forget who your father is, who your mother is, and you—where did you come from!"

Kudo Shin surrendered with both hands: "I was kidnapped and rescued, and now I'm back."

"Xinyi, are you okay, do you want to call the police!" Xiaolan anxiously reached for the phone.

You Xizi narrowed her eyes: "No hair hurt? Is this what a kidnapped Shinichi should look like? Also, this dress—whose is it?"

"Shinichi, my family, it's not for fooling around." Kudo Yusaku adjusted his glasses and continued drinking tea.

"In short, I don't want to pursue this matter anymore, I have a sense of propriety." Kudo Shinichi also scanned the crowd seriously before replying.

The restaurant is a little quiet, only the sunshine in early spring and the blurred colors.

Kudo Yukiko clapped her hands together and said briskly, "Alright then, let's get ready for the wedding!"

Kudo Shinichi clenched his right fist.

The clock ticked away, and the ticking sound gradually became louder, scratching her eardrums fiercely. She was sitting in the living room, wrapped only in a down coat, and she was slim in the loose coat, like a young girl. .

She thought that there was a reason for her to wake up suddenly at this point. Tomorrow was his wedding day, and she was destined to face this result soberly.

When the pointer finally pointed to 12, she picked up the receiver and dialed an extremely strange and even distant number.

The house next to him had no lights for a long time. She was sure that he had moved to a new house, and this property was just a memory that Yu Xizi insisted on keeping.

The phone line was connected, and a familiar voice came, "Hi, I'm Kudo Shinichi, I'm not at home, please leave a message if you have anything to do."

Suddenly, he covered his mouth and nose with his hand, and closed his eyes heavily.

In those days when she was seven years old, she called her sister's apartment more than once, just to listen to her sister's voice on the phone, as if she was still there and never left.She still clearly remembers that cowardice and the phone line being cut off mercilessly by Conan.

Time flies, time flies, after many things have changed, she picked up the receiver again, in the empty living room, but no one will stop her.

The fingertips trembled, trembling along with the fragile heartbeat.

She smiled again, calm and calm, like a Buddha sitting on a lotus, calm and stable.

He opened his mouth, "Hi, Kudo, I'm sorry to bother you. I called you suddenly... I heard that you are getting married. No matter what, I want to congratulate you. It was decided a long, long time ago...

After you have her, stop being driven by a sense of justice, and pursue the truth of things without considering any consequences, and bear everything by yourself in order to prevent others from being hurt... I don’t know if you still have this kind of boyishness The same innocent personality, even if people look at it very interesting, but you know what?Such a clean fragrance... On the contrary, it will make her, me, and yourself, firmly bound by this lonely and dangerous smell, fragile and short-lived like a flower...

When the storm comes, remember to protect her.

I'm not interested in such abstract things as justice, but I always believe that you are justice and will inherit the sunshine forever, which is very good, very good...

Do you want to protect me? Your recent behavior has made me more and more confused, just like you once dragged me out of the shadow of the organization, you told me firmly, 'Don't run away from your own destiny', so angry, like that Hate iron but not steel, you want to protect me, whether you are, but I am not a flower in a greenhouse, I don't need your protection.

It used to be, and it is even more so now. As Miyano Shiho, I will no longer escape.

What is the ultimate fate of the sun?

Unfortunately... I am not the sun. "

Speaking of this, the eyes are sour, but there is no tear, as dry as a person who has been stationed in the desert for a long time.

The hand holding the receiver tightened inch by inch, and the blood on the back of her hand disappeared. The sudden sense of powerlessness caused her to collapse on the sofa, but the receiver was still tightly placed by her ears. state.

She said softly: "Your eyes of justice can see through evil hearts, but can't see through women's intentions? From the first time I saw you...I fell in love with you, didn't you notice? "Light laughter overflowed from between the lips and teeth like flying catkins, three parts were insane, four parts were resentment, two parts were sad, and one part was unwilling...

The microphone slipped from the palm of her hand, like eternity frozen in slow motion. She lay on her back on the sofa, slowly closed her eyes, looking extremely tired, and gradually lost consciousness, as if she would never wake up again...

The next morning, Miyano did not wake up.

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Oh heh heh heh heh, the slave seems to have committed a crime