Mori Kogoro sat down in the seat that originally belonged to Toyoichi Saka, "Are you guys talking about something?" ”

Ban Tokyo was not annoyed, but stood respectfully to the side, listened to Mori Kogoro's question, and quickly explained.

"That's right, we at Nikpi TV and the Embassy Press are going to jointly ask Miss Akechi Eri to write a book that will be filmed next spring. ”

The person in charge of the publishing house also took over the topic, "This is the story of three women who have made a name for themselves in various industries, and we have specially invited three young women with successful careers as a blueprint. ”

The three are Asuka Shibasaki, a fashion model in New York, Uma Anzai, an award-winning oil painter in Tokyo, and Harumi Fukatsu, the last singer-songwriter.

It is worth mentioning that these three successful ladies are all from the same university.

Xiaolan happily greeted her, Fukatsu Harumi is Xiaolan's favorite singer-songwriter, and she ran up behind at night, and this Fukatsu Harumi looked the most gentle among these people. After being surrounded by Xiaolan, an enthusiastic fan, her face couldn't help but turn red, and her head lowered lower.

Asuka Shibasaki: "Didn't you just write a famous song, I really don't understand, why is it still sought after." ”

Ema Anzai: "It's just that singers who have become popular and disappeared are everywhere. ”

At first glance, these two people are in a group, and what they say is yin and yang, and they are obviously jealous.

Ye is not used to these two guys at all, and Sister Xiaolan's idol is also something that others can bully?And she is also a songwriter, so she is half a songwriter anyway. When these two sluts say this, they don't follow themselves in. Shouting loudly is not in line with his identity as a child, but whispering BB, you can't do anything about me.

"One sells faces, the other sells paintings, why do you have such a sense of superiority. ”

The two of them listened to the whispered words of the night, and their faces became extremely ugly, and no one had ever spoken to them like this.

"Where did the little ghost come from, there is no tutor at all. ”

I'm the best at quarrel night.,I think I'm invincible in Tokyo quarrels.,The people who can quarrel with themselves are no longer there.。

Take a small step forward with your left foot, and look serious. Just as he was about to reply, he was pulled back by Xiao Lanti with the back collar.

"Sorry for the trouble!"

After a fuss at night, the scene was a little awkward, but fortunately, the innkeeper broke the embarrassment and began to take everyone to their respective rooms.

At night, their family was still the same, and only booked a room.

When she opened the room, Xiaolan saw beautiful long-sleeved kimonos hanging on both sides of the room.

One set is based on pale yellow, as if it is a golden chrysanthemum in the sun, bright and moving. The other set is based on the autumn scenery, orange and yellow with dark red, like a red maple in the sunset, standing still and beautiful. The two sets are placed on both sides of the room, giving people a new visual experience.

Xiaolan: "Boss, there are long-sleeved kimonos hanging in every room of your house, is there any allusion?"

The proprietress invited Maori Kogoro to sit down and made a cup of tea, "Because every family here worships the god of kimono, and every family has such an ornament, which is very common in our place." ”

I see.

Simply pack your luggage, because it's still early, and it's inevitable to go around. After all, it was the first time to come to such a secluded inn, and it would be a shame not to look around.

Looking at the snow outside, Ye regretted it a little, and he had brought John over if he knew it. Riding John in the snowy yard or even in the wilderness should be a good pastime.

John, who was still at home, suddenly felt that the dog's body was cold, and hurriedly ate dog food to suppress the shock. I've lost weight recently, and I can't keep out the cold without fat.

Lying on the cloister at night, rolling up his little sleeves, he lowered his head and grabbed handfuls of snow, ready to pinch a sturdy snowball. Before I could pinch it, a person came next to me, and when I looked up at night, I found that it was the lover who had just been in the living room-Akechi Euri.

Akechi Huili squatted down and looked at the snowball seriously: "How about we have a snowball fight?"

Night looked up at Kei Kei again, and felt a little surprised, there are very few people who have just met and even children who don't know each other for a long time. In this case, either it is really a self-acquaintance with a big nerve, or there is something to ask for.

In the night, it seems that Akechi Huili is obviously the latter, and she wants to have a good relationship with herself so much, so she must have asked her uncle for help.

"Well, do you want to have a game, I'm going to have a great snowball fight. Wise Huili's sparkling eyes were full of longing.

Although the tone of the speech was cheerful, the night heard sadness and despair in it. It is the sadness precipitated by time, suppressed by reality and despaired, unable to forget, but there is nowhere to vent.

The night was a little difficult, and he didn't make snowballs for snowball fights, but for other purposes. And this person named Wise Eri is obviously a little misunderstood, and pinching the snowball reminds her of some beautiful and painful memories.

Ye is not a psychiatrist, and he doesn't know how to treat people with psychological trauma, so he still plans to refuse after thinking about it.

Keiri: "How about we go to my room to eat cake after the fight, which I asked the innkeeper to bring to me from near the station." ”

"Okay, no problem!" said a loose white snowball that smashed into Achichi's face.

"Damn! It's a lie, and I haven't said it has begun. Wise Huili was in a hurry, hurriedly squatted on the ground, pinched the snowball very quickly, and chased after the night that was fleeing not far away.

Xiaolan in the courtyard saw that the two were having so much fun, and soon joined in. Conan just stood on the sidelines and watched them have a snowball fight, naïve!

A snowball smashed into Conan's left eye socket with unmistakable accuracy, and the glasses were instantly covered, and nothing could be seen.

Conan didn't notice who threw it. Hurriedly took off his glasses, intending to look for the murderer according to the angle.

Two snowballs, one on each side hanging on Conan's eye sockets, are extremely symmetrical.

"Maori Night, I'm going to kill you!" Conan doesn't need to confirm anymore, this accuracy, this level of cheapness, there is no one else but him.

Snapping the snowball off his eyes with both hands, he rushed down the battlefield and engaged in an extremely fierce snowball battle with the night.

Soon after, several people were covered in snow stains and collapsed together.

Keeri: "The last time I had a snowball fight was with my sister. "The snow stains in the corners of his eyes turned into water droplets, which dripped into the ground along with numerous other droplets.

Xiaolan: "Then where is your sister now, she must be as beautiful as you." ”

Kei Wise nodded with a smile, "Well, she is still studying in the United States, but I haven't seen her for a long time, and I miss her specially, very much." ”