I'm making soy sauce in the world of famous detectives

Chapter 925 Fishing Law Enforcement
Back in the room, Guangyou walked to the desk, took out various colored pencils and liner pens from the pen holder, took another eraser, and then lay down on the bed.

Putting the pillow behind his back, Guangyou leaned against the head of the bed, picked up the black notebook that was set aside, and turned to the page of "Family Portrait" he drew.

This painting was drawn before he dated Xiao Ai. He had already finished the line draft and was just about to color it.

Originally, Guangyou wanted to paint this painting after dating Xiao Ai, but unexpectedly, he encountered such an accident.

Later, when he was recuperating in bed, he was painting another one, so he put this "family portrait" aside for a long time.

Just now when I was taking a bath, I thought of this matter, so Guangyou was going to finish a little bit tonight, and talk about the rest later.

He planned to give this painting to Xiao Ai as a surprise.

Not long after that girl was born, her parents left her, and she didn't have the opportunity to be like ordinary people, and the whole family went together to fear the family portrait.

Although this "family portrait" was drawn by him, it is still a "family portrait" after all, and it is better to have something than nothing.

It's just about the appearance of the Miyano couple, Guangyou is not sure.

So before sending it to Xiao Ai, Guangyou had to go to Mingmei to confirm.

If they are similar, then Guangyou can choose a day, such as Christmas Eve, and give this "family portrait" as a gift to Xiao Ai.

But if the difference is too far, then Guangyou has to continue to revise.

There is a saying that "slow work leads to careful work", he doesn't want to give the painting to Xiao Ai so hastily.

Before coloring, Guangyou was going to use a liner to tick off the line draft first, so as not to erase the line draft when the wrong color was applied later.

Not long after he started writing, Guangyou suddenly felt the phone next to him vibrate.

Picking up the phone, it was a text message from Xiao Ai:
"Good night."

Seeing the black text flickering on the screen, the corners of Guangyou's mouth raised, and after saying "good night", he picked up the pen and drew up the line drawing.

Now this time is the time when the two usually finish chatting. Is Xiao Ai sending him such a text message to urge him to go to bed earlier?
Just as he was thinking this way, the phone vibrated again. Guangyou picked it up and looked at it, and couldn't help laughing, "Is this girl really a fishing law enforcement?"

The content of the message is very concise, just a question:
"You haven't slept yet?"

"I just took a shower, and I'm going to rest for a while before going to sleep." Guangyou put down the underlining pen, edited the text message, and replied.

This time he didn't put down his phone, just waiting for Xiao Ai's reply.

After a few seconds, the phone vibrated:

"Well, then I'll go to bed first."

"Good night."

After sending this text message, there was no reply, and Guangyou didn't sit there waiting. After sending the text message, he picked up the outline pen and continued to outline the draft.

"Are you drawing?" Conan took a shower, pushed the door open, and saw Guangyou leaning on the bed with a pen in his hand to write and draw, and asked casually.

"Yeah." Guangyou looked up at him, then lowered his head and continued to draw lines, and asked, "How do you feel? Are you feeling better?"

"How can it be so fast." Conan sniffed, lay down on the bed, and said, "However, it's just a common cold, and it should be fine in two days."

"Go to bed early, I'll try not to disturb you." Guangyou hooked the thread seriously without raising his head.

"Well, good night." Conan nodded, and after turning off the light, he closed his eyes.

Probably because of his illness, it didn't take long for Conan to close his eyes before he fell asleep.

"Sleep after drawing the line." Guangyou picked up the phone to check the current time, took a breath and spit it out, and continued to draw the line draft.

The next morning, after waking up from sleep, the first thing Guangyou did was to pick up his notebook and look at the "family portrait".

Last night he went to bed after drawing the lines. The lines drawn with pencils hadn't been erased yet, and now the whole painting looks rough.

Picking up the eraser at the side, and gently erasing the pencil traces on the paper, Guangyou looked at the finished line draft and nodded in satisfaction.

"Now it's really just a matter of coloring."

The work of "Family Portrait" came to an end for now, after Guangyou stretched comfortably, he lifted the quilt, changed his clothes, and got out of bed.

He was just about to go out when he heard Conan sneezed.

"Ah!"

"Why does it feel more serious?" Guangyou looked back at Conan who had just woken up, and said to himself, "Could it be that the medicine has expired?"

After sniffing, Conan sneezed again.

"Conan, why do I feel that you are getting more serious?" Guangyou withdrew his hand that was about to open the door, walked to Conan's bed, and asked.

"Otherwise, you should go to the hospital today."

"Well, if it doesn't work, I can only go and see it." Conan still had obvious sleepiness on his face, he sniffed and said.

"I'll accompany you to the hospital today." Guangyou said to Conan after thinking for a while.

"Aren't you going to the doctor's house?" Conan was a little surprised.

During normal breaks, Guangyou would run to Dr. Ali's house whenever he was free.

Why would you offer to accompany him to the hospital today?

Seemingly seeing Conan's confusion, Guangyou said a little speechlessly: "It's not because of you, what if you get infected?"

"." Conan said after a moment of silence, "Okay, I'll trouble you then."

"Small matter." Guangyou yawned and said, "Then I'll go prepare breakfast first."

After speaking, Guangyou turned and left the room.

"Why is the cold so severe?" Conan reached out and touched his forehead, shook his head, and said, "No, I can't detect it myself."

"Use a thermometer to test it. By the way, where is the thermometer?"

Guangyou got up a little late today, when he walked into the living room, he smelled a scent coming from the kitchen.

Passing by the kitchen door, Guangyou glanced into the kitchen, and saw Xiaolan wearing an apron, preparing breakfast.

"Sister Xiaolan, good morning." After greeting Guangyou, he asked, "How about that suit? Is it suitable?"

"I think it looks pretty." Xiaolan was busy preparing breakfast, so she didn't look back, "Hurry up and wash up, you can have breakfast soon."

"Ah."

Before Guangyou took a step, Xiaolan asked, "By the way, Guangyou, how is Conan doing now? Is the cold better?"

"It seems to be getting worse." Guangyou took back the steps he had just taken halfway, and said, "I'm going to take Conan to the hospital today."

"Is it more serious?" Xiaolan paused and asked again, "Later, Guangyou, let Conan take his temperature to see if he has a fever."

"Okay, I understand." Guangyou nodded and responded.

While the two were talking, Conan pushed open the door and walked out of the room.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, Guangyou turned his head and glanced, saw that it was Conan, and said, "Conan, go and take your temperature."

"Yeah." Conan nodded and responded.

(End of this chapter)