Conan's self-cultivation of fake wine

Chapter 257 Buying Clothes

After everything was explained, new customers began to arrive in the store one after another. Shiina Hana stood up and left, running to greet the customers.

Lu Ren took out his phone and took a look and found that it was already ten o'clock in the morning.

Unexpectedly, they actually chatted for an hour and a half. This time passed so quickly.

Lu Ren put away his phone, lowered his head and continued to practice writing.

At the same time, on the third floor of Mihua Department Store.

Two familiar figures came together.

"Lan, what do you think of this sweater?" Yuanzi picked up a yellow and green sweater and showed it to Lan across from him.

"It's okay. But if you choose it for Mr. Kyogoku." Lan turned around and picked up a solid color sweater, "I think, huh"

"You feel?"

Yuanzi waited for a while, but did not wait for the next sentence, so he took the initiative to ask.

"I think this one is better." Lan handed the one in her hand to Yuanzi and pointed not far ahead with her free hand, "Yuanzi, look at it, is that Xiao Ai?"

"Huh?" Sonoko looked in the direction of Lan's finger and saw a child wearing a light gray coat and a baseball cap walking towards this direction with his head lowered and his hands in his pockets.

To be honest, Sonoko couldn't even see her face in such a tight package.

The only obvious feature is the brown curly hair that is not completely covered by the baseball cap.

"It seems so. She is, uh, the child of Brother Ren's family. Is she the only one? Is Brother Ren here too?" Yuanzi began to look around.

Lan Ze walked directly to the child and smiled and said a few words to the child.

Lan brought her over and said to Yuanzi, "Xiao Ai is here to buy sweaters too. For Brother Ren and Doctor."

"Oh. Then let's choose together."

Sonoko showed the yellow and green striped sweater to Haibara, "That, um."

"Just call me Haiyuan."

"Well, Haiyuan, what do you think of this?"

Haiyuan glanced twice, then touched the thickness of the sweater with his hand, and slowly shook his head, "It's not very good."

"Huh? Look again, this one is hand-knitted." Yuanzi touched the material, "When you give it to Brother Ren, tell him that this is a sweater you knitted by yourself. Brother Ren will be very touched! Oh! , and Doctor.”

"It's a good idea." Haiyuan nodded, "I refuse."

Garden, "."

"Yuanzi." Lan smiled and put her hand on Yuanzi's shoulder, "Is this what you think in your heart? Don't teach bad things to children."

"I can't help it. I told Ah Zhen that I want to knit a sweater for the person I love. But it's really difficult to knit a sweater by myself. I don't have much patience. And I've written all the letters. I'm really looking for it. There’s no way to go down the steps.”

Facing Lan's scrutinizing gaze, Yuanzi truthfully told the truth.

"Okay." Lan thought for a while and said nothing more.

She looked at Haiyuan, "Xiao Ai, which one are you going to buy?"

"This." Haiyuan put a light white large-size sweater with a bear printed on it on his hand, "This was bought by the doctor."

Lan looked at it and found that the sweater was thick enough and big enough. Perfectly fits the doctor's body shape. She then asked, "What about Brother Ren?"

"I don't know." Haiyuan was silent for a while, "I don't know what kind to buy."

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Hearing this, Lan subconsciously looked at Yuanzi, and happened to find that Yuanzi was also looking at her at this time.

The two looked at each other, their mouths curved and their eyes narrowed.

It feels like this child is treated very differently.

Buy it for a doctor, as long as it can be worn.

I’ll buy it for Brother Ren and think about it.

Lan suppressed her smile, "Then let's choose together? I happen to have to choose one for Shinichi too."

"Well."    That." Conan, who had been invisible the whole time, said, "Sister Xiaolan, I want to go to the parking lot to find my uncle. How about I wait with him."

"Yeah." Lan half-bent down, "Then you go to the macaroni shop in the department store and wait for us."

"no problem."

Conan left in a hurry.

The three of them continued to pick up their sweaters.

An hour and a half later, Brother Maori called Lan to make sure they hadn't chosen a sweater yet.

He had no choice but to leave the underground parking lot in a state of collapse, and took Conan to the macaroni restaurant to sit down and order some food.

It was almost noon, and no matter whether these little girls were hungry or not, he was already hungry anyway.

Maoli planned to eat it himself first, and then give some to them after they finished picking out their clothes.

Mao Li took Conan, and they stood on one side of the sidewalk. When the red light turned green, they walked side by side towards the opposite side of the road.

As they walked, Mao Li muttered, "How do you think this woman can talk non-stop when buying clothes, just like making a phone call?"

He put his hands in his pockets, wore a brown knitted hat on his head, and walked forward with his waist bent. At this time, he looked like a chattering retired old man.

Conan on the side did not agree, but he did not object. He was thinking about something else.

Yuanzi and Lan are frequent shoppers, and they don't do similar shopping once or twice.

To be honest, Conan didn't find it strange that they did this. At most, he found it unreasonable. I can't figure out why I would waste time on something like this.

But when Haibara did this, Conan found it strange.

He thought he understood Huiyuan relatively well.

A research maniac who attaches great importance to efficiency.

The one who pulled him to collect and analyze experimental data for a whole night.

I don’t usually talk much. The three brats of Five Hundred Words asked her to go out to play, but she basically refused.

At most, we go home together after school. This is probably just because I was on the way.

As a result, a person like this spends half a day buying a sweater there?
  An hour and a half has passed.

When Uncle Maori called Lan, Conan acquiesced that Haibara should have picked out clothes and gone back.

Who would have thought that in the end, Lan called over the phone, 'Xiao Ai is here too. ’

To be honest, when he heard this sentence, Conan's first reaction was that he heard it wrong, and his second reaction was a little panic.

He felt that this was not Haiyuan, at least not the Huiyuan he was familiar with.

But a stranger wearing gray leather.

Crossing the sidewalk and walking to this side of the road, Conan said loudly, "Uncle, tell me if you want to give Brother Ren a call."

"Hmm? Invite him to come over for dinner? That's not impossible. But does Aren like macaroni?"

"Probably, there's nothing he doesn't like to eat." Conan replied, "It's not that I asked him to come to eat, but I told him that Haiyuan was picking out a sweater for him."

"hiss."

Mao Li took a breath of air-conditioning and then stopped. This air conditioner is a bit too cold.

Then he stopped, looked Conan up and down, and said nothing for a long time.

"Uncle, why do you look at me like this?"

"Because I feel like I won't be able to see you soon." Maoli stretched out his hand from his pocket, then pulled Conan's hand out of his pocket and asked, "Do you think it's cold in this weather?"

"cold."

"It's just cold. Believe it or not, if you had told Ren about this in advance, your life's fire would have been colder than this weather."

"Forehead."

Mao Li put down Conan's hand, patted his shoulder, and said seriously, "Never underestimate a woman. No matter how old she is."

(End of this chapter)