Looking at Wise Huiri, who tried to hold back her tears, Xiaolan felt the same way, she also had the one she really wanted to see but hadn't seen him for a long time.

"Although I have a special person I want to see him, but if you are seen by her like this, you will definitely be laughed at. ”

Xiaolan got up slowly, folded her hands that were frozen red by the snow, and put them in her heart. Slowly close your eyes and gently shake your head, your long silky hair swaying with the movement of shaking your head.

"The snow will always stop, and during this time I will bury my thoughts and memories of him in my heart, so that no matter how heavy the snow is, it will be warm. ”

Xiaolan opened her eyes and looked at the sky with the most reverent eyes. The gloomy sky seemed to be pierced at this moment, and a ray of golden sunlight sprinkled on Xiaolan, plating her with a layer of gold. At this moment, Xiaolan is like a god, pure, immaculate, and holy to the point of inviolability.

Just when everyone was immersed in it, Xiaolan suddenly turned around, stuck out her tongue shyly, and kicked the floor with her toes very embarrassed: "I just say whatever comes to mind, Miss Wise Will, you are not allowed to laugh at me." Then he looked at the sluggish Conan and Night: "You two, don't talk nonsense everywhere, especially to Shinichi." ”

Night and Conan nodded again and again, repeatedly promising that they would never go out and talk nonsense, let alone tell Shinichi brother.

We say everything to our faces.

Wise Eri has just broken free from the scene just now: "Honestly, I'm going to be jealous of the boy in your heart now." What kind of boy can capture you with such a beautiful heart? ”

Conan raised his chin proudly, he could be terrible himself. It's really hypocritical to keep saying that there is everything.

Night pursed his eyes and attacked the carried away Conan in the most vicious language: "People are praising Sister Xiaolan, but they didn't say anything about you." If Sister Xiaolan is the most beautiful flower in the flower garden, you are the most smelly cow dung in the flowers. ”

After the night finished speaking, Conan was not happy, and immediately fought back, "If you really want to say this, then your lump of cow dung will not be ...... than mine"

"Woohoos!"

Wise Eri ignored the two little ghosts who suddenly got into a fight, and she really wanted to ask Xiaolan for one thing now: "If I can, can I write a book using your story as a blueprint?"

Xiaolan couldn't believe her ears, she never thought that her story would be written one day. At the moment, I don't know if I'm more excited or shy. Originally, she wanted to ask Shinichi's opinion, but the relationship that had never been in touch was skipped. Immediately agreed to Keiri's request.

"No problem, be sure to use our story as a blueprint. Keichi: "I can't wait, I really want to start writing now." ”

After this incident, the goodwill of Xiaolan and Akechi Huili sublimated. So they decided to go together and continue to explore the surroundings of the hotel like a treasure hunt.

"I heard from the proprietress that every house in this neighborhood worships the god of kimono sleeves. Xiaolan happily shared the news that she had just learned.

"Well, in fact, there is another name for the kimono sleeve god - kimono sleeve Prajna. There is also a legend in this name that has been handed down from ancient times. ”

I heard that once upon a time, there was a girl named Xiaohua in this village, and Xiaohua was a diligent and kind girl. One day she rescued an injured samurai on the way, and in order to repay her, the samurai gave her a lot of long-sleeved kimonos and obi belts.

Night: "......." "Such an old-fashioned story, Night felt that he could already guess the ending.

Sure enough, the plot behind is similar to what Night guessed, Xiaohua was wearing a long-sleeved kimono in her yard, and was seen by the two daughters of the village chief passing by, and like most stories, the powerful are basically not good people. They framed Hana and snatched his long-sleeved kimono. On the night of Xiaohua's execution, the village chief's two daughters happily wore the long-sleeved kimonos they had stolen. Suddenly, the lights in the room went out, and Xiaohua's ghost slowly appeared in front of the two sisters. A terrible cry came from the room, and when the servant ran over to find the eldest daughter dead in his room, and the second daughter in the hot spring pool in his backyard. Before they died, they wore long-sleeved kimonos and obi belts scattered around the ground.

After this happened, everyone also knew that Xiaohua was wronged. Therefore, in order to appease Xiaohua's resentment, every household in this neighborhood began to worship the kimono sleeve god, which is the origin of the kimono sleeve Prajna.

"I didn't expect there to be such a story behind this. ”

I don't know if I heard this sad story, but the snow started to fall again. The cold wind wrapped the snowflakes and rustled on the clothes. Those who are still walking outside in this weather are all fools.

When he came back to the living room, Wise Hui left, and talked so much with Xiaolan, and now Bacheng is going to conceive. Conan has been following Xiaolan's buttocks, and at this time at night, he continues to pinch his own snowballs, because of the snowball fight, all the pinched before have been consumed, and Night originally wanted to keep a little, but since he found out that others were robbing his own ammunition, the idea of keeping it was gone.

It's impossible to work part-time!

While now, no one interferes with you, hurry up and pinch a few more, it will be useful at night.

By the way, you should also bring some salt from the kitchen, and sprinkle a layer evenly on the surface of the snowball at that time. A small amount of salt will cause the snowball to begin to melt, and then pile the snowball on the outside to freeze it. In this process, the melted snow containing table salt penetrates into the snowball, which absorbs heat to the snowball and releases heat to the air, causing it to solidify again. Therefore, the snowball after curing again will be stronger and harder than the previous one.

This is what Gray Yuan taught him last time, but he didn't expect to use it now, and he couldn't help but feel that he was really a little genius who lived and learned.

When everything was ready, the snow had stopped, and it was now half past six in the evening, shortly after everyone had finished eating. I plan to wait for a while to digest and then go to the hot springs. Now is the opportunity to sneak out, as long as she goes to the hot spring now, Xiaolan will definitely not find out. In the end, when Uncle Maori was about to soak in the hot spring, he returned to the men's bath in advance, and it was foolproof.

Night is very confident about this, just with the drunken appearance of Uncle Maori, he believes everything he says to him the next day.

Carrying a snowball with a schoolbag on his back, he came to the backyard and skillfully climbed over the fence. A large forest appeared in front of me, the leaves of which had long since fallen, and there was no shelter from the leafy trees, and the ground here had already been covered with a thick layer of white clothing.

"I'm coming!" the night monster screamed, jumping into the snow.

A cold wind blew by, and nothing was left.