you redeemed me

The white dress set off his slender figure like jade, tall and straight like a strong pine in the mountains, he walked into the morning sun against the light, a radiance covered his head and body, and he was surrounded by warm warmth.

"It's getting late, it's time to hit the road, officer groom!" The man leaning down from the roof was wearing a black dress for the first time, except for his dazzling smile, the men inside and outside the window were like light and shadow that depended on each other.

Kudo ignored him.

But Hei Yu started talking to himself: "Hey, I hate you! You can get married safely, but I will be an unmarried person for the rest of my life." He looked heartbroken.

Kudo blandly blocked his eyes, but remained silent.

"Tell me, why did I fall in love with such a girl, and I have no plans, and I don't want to get married at all."

Hei Yu seemed to have suffered some great humiliation: "I thought I had a son, and he was your son!"

"It's good for you, your son and daughter-in-law can grab it with one hand, and you can do both..."

"Have you said enough? If you have said enough, get out!"

Kudo cursed unkindly, but his face remained calm, as if it was just a foreign language.

"I've taken the gunpowder, and I haven't gone in yet! Where are you going!" The next second, he got in through the window, blocked a chair, sat down on his buttocks, and folded his hands on his chest, "I won't leave yet Alright, let's figure it out!"

The temples on Kudo's forehead protruded.

"Kudo Shinichi!" The man in the chair changed his sitting posture and sat backwards, with his chin resting on the handle of the chair. His brows were slightly covered with soft and thin bangs like seaweed, and his expression was a little sullen, as if dissatisfied with the status quo, but Reluctant to compromise.

"I suddenly came to my senses." The moment of seriousness made Kudo dazed, and he glanced at him from the corner of his eye, "You always see through me easily, but I can never figure out you."

"Then..." Shinichi said unexpectedly.

Hei Yu raised her eyebrows and raised her lips: "As a man with the same face as you, I feel very hurt!"

Rao Xinyi couldn't help rolling his eyes no matter how hard the wind and rain could not move An Rushan, the nerves in his face that had been stretched for a long time bounced back, making him feel inexplicably painful.

The white sky outside the window is the color of winter, and the morning mist hides as cold as thin ice, engulfed by the wind, confusing the vision, but washing away the fragments in the heart.

When he came back to his senses, the empty chair circled around strangely by itself, and the leg of the chair finally couldn't support it, and fell to the ground with a "bang".Alone, as if abandoned.

Kudo Shinichi, what do you want!

There seemed to be wild beasts roaring frantically in his heart, clamoring to break free from the restraints.

In that boundless place, the faint scent of fleeting time lingers around for hundreds of turns, and finally the wind passes without a trace.

Since the moment Kudo Shinichi reunited with Miyano Shiho, his heart has been lost in a sea of ​​roses.

Kudo Shinichi's wedding, just like the bombing result of the initial revelation, also caused a sensation in Japan.

The groom-to-be disappeared, and the bride disappeared.

The grand wedding was handed over, and Kaito Kuroba, a world-class magician, appeared. A notice thrown by Kaito Kidd, who had disappeared for many years, immediately caught the attention of the Japanese people:

At this moment, I want to steal Kudo Shinichi's wedding.

An unprecedented magic show, it is said that an open-air platform appeared out of thin air outside the church, the priest, relatives and friends were all in place, and the red roses in the sky collapsed like a huge garden blooming in the sky, pouring down the blooming flowers in the garden, cracking with the wind, Flying into flocs, rustling and falling.

Black Feather Kaito appeared in front of the priest in a blink of an eye. The white dress looked like Kidd, the ghost thief who had reappeared in the Jianghu. The wide cloak behind him was fluttering in the wind, and a few petals fell, embellished with dazzling coquettishness.

Everything is ready, only the bride is missing.

Amidst the whispers of the guests watching the ceremony, a blood-red long dress was woven like roses, blooming everywhere. With her light and slow pace, a pair of small bare feet like icy bones and jade muscles appeared from the weight of the red gauze, Stepping on rose petals on the ground, facing the floating wind, slowly stepping through the fleeting years that have been broken and reassembled.

Time was as slow as flying dust, and the only bright color in the center of those eyes was that noble and glamorous woman who was just right, Xiaoyue's eyebrows deep in the enchanting years.

When the last footprint landed, she slowly stretched her half-drowned eyebrows, and used all the space in her pupils to accommodate thousands of men who kept revisiting their figures day and night.

With a smile, youth is embers in an instant.

She said: I am not here to get married.

His eyes caressed the viewing seats, and he picked the latest one to sit gracefully, brushing off the wind and dust, and exuding all kinds of amorous feelings.

She said: I came to watch the ceremony.

And the man on the stage looking down at her had a peachy smile and a look of understanding.

"Oh—then—" He bent down to salute, a gentleman, with a gentle ending trembling like jade, full of charm, raised his forehead slightly, and stared directly at the flirtatious woman in the red dress, "please allow me Robbery, mylady!"

If time could be turned back, he wouldn't have lingered outside the door for so long.

Kudo Shinichi thought so since he saw clearly that everything in the house opened following the sound.

The hall was surprisingly hot, almost suffocating.

Covered with curtains, airtight.

It should be so.

But the smallest window in the hall escaped being covered.

The plain curtains were half covered and hung straight down, leaving a palm-width gap around the window slit, like a long strip of light falling in a hurry before the person who pulled the curtains could fully cover it in the future.The bright yet soft warm sun shines through the mottled tree shadows outside the window, casting cool shadows on the hair of the woman sleeping on the pillow table by the window.

However, Miyano Shiho was not taking a nap.

Hearing the sudden echo of the door opening, she seemed to tremble for a moment, then lifted her head with difficulty as if bearing an unimaginable weight, her eyes were blurred, her eyelids were half closed, and she searched for the source of the sound in the dark hall.

She was lying on the table, with a thick down jacket draped over her shoulders, her figure was still thin, and she shivered intermittently.

Pea-sized beads of sweat kept dripping from the forehead, soaked into the hair, dripped down the table, and formed a small puddle of water.

A sickly beauty has a kind of weak character, like a handful of white daisies that are broken by the wind, passing away with the wind.

Against the backdrop of the flushed cheeks, a face appeared coquettish for no reason, and the thin cheeks were smudged with red clouds, which was better than peach blossoms.

His complexion was abnormally rosy, but his extremely thin lips were also abnormally pale.

The corners of the mouth were dark red, like a flowered lip gloss, but Kudo Shinichi knew at a glance that it was blood, which hurt his long and narrow phoenix eyes.

The hue of all living beings is reversed, but because of a pair of empty eyes, it is like a puppet pulling strings, and the eyes are cloudy and no longer clear.

The fluttering and scattered eyes swept across slowly and stiffly, she seemed to see him, but she never saw him.

The steps under his feet were as heavy as lead, as if he had been nailed to the ground, his stiff body was stretched like a string that was about to break, the beating heart in his chest became bloodthirsty in an instant, and his brain exploded into a paste.

His heart hurts like Ling Chi, just because he loves this woman who disturbs him.

He suddenly took a step and approached her in a panic. When his hand touched her trembling shoulder, a very faint light flashed in the depths of Miyano's pupils, and gradually spread, and his eyes became clear again.

He closed his eyes heavily, as if he didn't believe the arrival of this unexpected guest.

"You—" As soon as you opened your mouth, your voice was hoarse, and your throat felt like it was being cut by a knife. In the next second, your body was in the air, and your face was pressed against a chest with the coolness of early winter, and you flinched subconsciously.

Kudo embraced the slender figure wrapped in a thick fleece jacket, and hurriedly walked to her room, "You got out of bed to sleep when you are sick, you must have something wrong with your brain." His tone was not kind, and he deliberately suppressed the pain in his heart, and then tightened his eyes. The furrowed eyebrows hinted at his nervousness.

Putting her back on the bed, she spoke again, with a tired and weak voice: "What day is it today?"

Kudo was stunned for a moment, then resumed the work of covering the quilt with his hands, and replied indifferently: "It's my wedding day."

There was no sound of joy or anger, but it exploded like thunder. Miyano's mind was blank for a moment, and he stared blankly at his indifferent expression.

That made her look strange and uneasy.

She waved his hand away as if getting an electric shock, and the alienated expression of resolutely trying to draw a line with him was deeply engraved into his still suspicious pupils.I haven't seen her for a few days, and I have become much haggard, although when I saw her again, I have never seen her cold vitality like that of Hui Yuanai when she was a child.

Her complexion became paler and paler, like rice paper that had been flattened extremely thin. The almost eerie paleness stood out in the dark room, as if she was about to be lost in the chaos in the next second.

Kudo looked at the lost hand, and met her bloodshot eyes calmly. The eye circles were slightly red and swollen, and they were wrinkled into a curved arc. They formed a painful look with the tight lip line. She sat On the bed, one hand was clutching the corner of the quilt, and the other hand was firmly supporting the edge of the bed, breathing slowly and heavily, so painful but unwilling.

The phoenix's eyes are slightly closed, and the sharp eyes are like tightly bound candles, which go out clearly and then go out again suddenly.

She spoke with great difficulty, "You—how can you!" After every word, the slightly harsh words seemed to be squeezed out of her throat little by little.

It was as difficult as a frosted stone, and there was no sound after speaking, but the sound of breathing became heavier and heavier in the empty and dark room.

Kudo forced a glass of water into her palm and smiled coldly.

"Why not, what does it have to do with you?"

There was no sound from the other side of the darkness for a long time, but there was the sound of water entering the belly, and when Kudo thought she had fallen asleep, she finally spoke:

"I never thought about you - there will be times when I want to escape. Then, why did you leave your wedding with Mao Lilan?"

It was a room full of depression, and there was a sad sigh hidden in the voice of frustration.

"I don't know." He gently leaned against the wall by the door in the dark, and tilted his head heavily. The sound of the back of his head hitting the wall swayed unhurriedly, but it shattered her calm heart.

During that moment of silence, I didn't know whether it was anger or hatred, and regardless of the severe pain in my throat, I blurted out sharp accusations: "What do you want her to do! The groom disappeared on the day of the wedding, and the whole of Japan is watching your wedding. Have you ever thought about it?" She will become the target of public criticism for this. No matter how kind and optimistic she is, how can she bear the doubts of the society on her own? Have you ever thought about her feelings... Don't you know, how can you not know!"

With a hoarse voice, but trying his best to accuse him of being irresponsible, he will eventually destroy the waywardness of a woman as beautiful as an angel!

When the throat could no longer utter a single word, there was only a more intense cough that reverberated mournfully and desperately, filling the room with ashes.

She stretched out her hand, stopped trembling, and brushed off the water glass and books on the bedside table. The messy pages rose and fell again, spreading out a snow-white mess. The sound of the glass breaking was so sharp that it touched someone's heart. Overwhelmed strings, broken strings, ominous.

Miyano Shiho's cough gradually subsided.

With a sound of "click", the light in the room came back, Miyano lay on the bed, her elbows tightly supported her upper body, panting heavily, the room was oppressive and stuffy, and the serious topline just now took up the last of her strength, and her forehead The dripping crystal beads of sweat refracted the glass-colored light, and the eyes that were not used to the light trembled and closed reflexively, twisting the entire small face into a ball, carving out creases and squeezing There was a fine sweat hanging on the forehead.

Her pain burned his dull and lifeless eyes.

Huiyuan, why do you humiliate yourself!

The gloom on her face turned into unbearable for a moment, her brows were furrowed like hers, she clenched her fists, and stepped quickly to the bedside, but unexpectedly the woman insisted on dying.

Looking up, his face was pale and wet with sweat, but he smiled abruptly, such a sarcastic and bleak smile, such a cruel but indifferent smile, such a detached and refusing smile, he was an angel with broken wings who fell into the clouds, with a destructive The hatred and indifference of Mie Di want to drive away the human beings who are crawling under her feet.

She just smiled, but Kudou was in pain, a thorn stuck in the flesh, and he couldn't pull it out no matter what.

He stopped in frustration, he knew that this was her rejection, the bottom line he didn't want anyone to step into, he was never qualified to intervene in her life.

He lowered his head, his voice was as slow as a bell in the morning and a drum in the evening.

"Whether you admit it or not, your son is my responsibility after all. Compared with love and life, in your eyes, is love more serious? You say I am irresponsible, but you keep denying my responsibility to you , favor one over another, let me do what is right."

A look of narrowness flashed in his eyes: "Perhaps, you are right, my EQ is very low, and I can only think about one thing."

His brain can also be used to mock, to mock himself!

Time is slow, and it is no longer a fleeting moment, but an old man.

for a long time……

"Why?" His voice was low and slow, like an inch of soft silk wrapped around his fingers, perhaps guessing that she didn't understand his question, he added:

"If it was Huiyuan, I would have opened my brain and looked at what I was confused about. But, you didn't, why, with your penetrating thinking, can't you think of what I haven't said yet? Why don't you want to know what I am confused about? What are you thinking, what is your purpose?..."

"Shut up!" Miyano miscalculated, revealing the panic under her calm appearance.

He stood still in front of her and shut up as she wished.

Those eyes were slightly mocking, and they seemed to be sure of winning.

In the embarrassing years, they reunited with each other, but broke up unhappy.

In the fleeting time when they reunited again, his determination was her rejection.

With thin arms, she fumbled for a tail ring along the edge of the bed. She put her fingers on it without any trace, and then leaned her upper body against the pillow, clasping her hands tightly on her abdomen.

"You think I gave birth to that kid to get the title of Mrs. Kudo?

Do you think my coming back is a scheming plan?

Do you think Baima Tan is a flint that stands between you and me? "

Before he could finish speaking, he was rudely interrupted.

"You are not!" He was inexplicably flustered!

She caressed the tail ring that had been with her for five years. It was smooth and sleek, like her own conscience that was constantly being polished away.

She opened her mouth calmly, but it was as if she had misfired with a smile. "You will always make a mistake." She chuckled, paused,

"Unfortunately, this is exactly the goal of my original design. I started the plan since I added more aphrodisiac ingredients to your medicine five years ago. Coincidentally, even God helped me, so... I am pregnant ..."

His eyes were distorted almost self-abuse, he refused to admit it, he refused to believe it, but he didn't want to let himself feel that it was a disappointment to this woman.

"Impossible, what reason do you have!"

"The reason—because I love you, don't you know?"

The playful tone was provocative, and it was difficult to distinguish the authenticity from the false.

"What people like me lack the most is a sense of security. As Edogawa Conan, a man who can bring me a sense of security, how can I miss it!"

Miyano Shiho lay down slowly, but the man opposite him was breathing rapidly, suspected of having asthma.

"Then why... let go!" He picked out the anomalies that were inconsistent with her words, his voice almost popped out word by word, stiff and... at a loss!

"Let's go!" Such a desolate voice, like crushed fallen flowers, drifted away without a trace, she suddenly said such a nonsensical remark, Yuluo Wuhen, but fainted in Kudou's heart.

He sat in the darkness, a hazy silhouette exuded a heavy sense of oppression, with the darkness as his eyes, squeezing her fragile heart, a burst of colic was caught off guard, and pierced through her fiercely!

The man who hadn't responded for a long time got up slowly, the ear-piercing sound of the chair being moved scratched his weak nerves, and his temples throbbed.

When it was extremely quiet, he chuckled out loud, causing a burst of chaos, like a burst of fireworks that suddenly exploded!

The author has something to say:

Miyano Kishi, don't rush to the funeral