Ke Xuezhuo's son-in-law

Chapter 505: Dry Girl

After lunch, Fujiwara originally wanted to go to the basement to see Haibara Ai, but when he thought about just handing over the laboratory to her this morning, he probably wouldn't be able to tinker with anything in just a few hours.

So Fujiwara had no choice but to tidy up the kitchen silently and then returned to the study to continue drawing Ganmonomei-chan.

Just after drawing two pages, the door was pushed open, and Mary walked in with two cups of black tea in her hands.

"Are you drawing?"

Mary looked curiously as Fujiwara seemed to have just stopped writing while holding the sketch pen.

"Well, let's practice. I haven't drawn this for a long time."

Fujiwara looked at the black tea in Mary's hand and smiled, "Is the cup mine?"

Mary pursed her lips and calmly handed over the black tea in her left hand.

"Well, this cup is yours. There is no sugar in it."

Fujiwara took the tea cup and did not drink it in a hurry. Instead, he placed it on the table and drew the curtains.

The rain has slowed down now, and although the sky is still gray, it looks like it will clear up. However, it is always so cold in December no matter how sunny it is.

The sky after the rain is particularly fresh, and it seems to be mixed with the smell of earth, making people laugh and sniff.

"Hum..."

Mary shivered from the sudden influx of cold air, and instantly became more awake. She held the hot tea in her hand and took a sip.

After ventilating the room, Fujiwara closed the window. Seeing that Mary didn't seem to want to leave, he picked up the draft book again and started drawing storyboards. At the same time, he began to formulate lines.

Mary was sitting on the red sofa nearby, drinking black tea, and glanced at Fujiwara's back. Realizing that Fujiwara was busy with something, she gave up the idea of ​​talking to him. She turned around and picked a novel from the bookshelf nearby, and read it casually. stand up.

The study and studio are also Fujiwara's personal lounge, so at first he didn't consider arranging extra chairs. However, Fujiwara bought a few shorter tables for the convenience of placing things. After that, every time Mary came over, she would just sit on it and read a book or chat with him. Over time, Fujiwara moved the sofa in his room here to make her sit more comfortable.

The quiet room was punctuated by the sound of the pen tip rubbing against the drawing paper from time to time, or the sound of paper being crumpled into a ball and thrown into the trash can.

Mary watched all this quietly, drank the remaining black tea and immersed herself in the fantasy story:

The mailbox in the grocery store can actually connect the future and the present...

When she read that Jingzi was struggling with whether she should stick to her Olympic dream, Mary, who was slightly anxious, put the book aside, lay flat on the sofa and began to think about whether she would warn herself not to encounter these messy things if she had the chance. , advised myself to do my best to prevent my sister from joining the group to stop...

Just when she was lost in thought, Fujiwara sighed and interrupted her thoughts.

"I finally finished the painting. I am so tired. It turns out that I am so tired after just one painting..."

He has always been lazy when he can. For the first time, he saw how time-consuming it is to draw everything from storyboards to lines. In addition, just drawing does not mean that it will be successful, and it must be compared with the original work.

Fujiwara looked at the calluses on his hands and finally understood how difficult it was to draw.

No wonder Conan doubted his identity as a cartoonist at first. After all, he was clean at that time and not at all like the diligent painter he said.

After finishing the drawings, Fujiwara stretched his body, looked at Mary lying on the sofa in a daze and said:

"How about we go out to eat tonight? How about the Rice Krispies Restaurant we went to last time?"

Mary rolled her belly and raised her head slightly, glanced at Fujiwara, and then lay back down again holding the novel.

Fujiwara has long been accustomed to Mary's appearance. She doesn't seem to want to go out, let alone so-called dinner parties, and refuses those social occasions.
  When Fujiwara noticed that what she was holding was a self-published novel, he was slightly surprised after Jieyou Grocery Store, and then said, "Recently, everyone said that the author of this book has regressed, and his level is average. He only knows how to stay in his own room." I am unwilling to break out of my comfort zone..."

"Oh." Mary turned over a new page thoughtfully and started reading.

"Mary, what do you think of this book?"

"Not bad, pretty good-looking..."

"Thanks…"

Suddenly Mary realized something. She opened the first page and found the name she expected. She put down the novel and looked at Fujiwara:

"If someone really thinks that your level has declined, then I think that person has something wrong with his brain. You should ignore this kind of comment..."

Fujiwara only took Mary's comments as words of comfort to himself, smiled and left. Then he invited Mary to go out for dinner again, and without waiting for Mary to refuse, Fujiwara added, "We should be lucky that Xiao Ai can escape from the black organization safely, so it should be okay to have a big meal to celebrate, Mary, you can too In the past, right?”

Seeing what Fujiwara had said, Mary felt that she had no reason to refuse, so she folded the page of the novel she had just read, got up and went back to the house to change clothes. At the same time, Fujiwara also changed into more casual autumn and winter clothes.

After going downstairs, Fujiwara knocked on the basement door and told Haibara Ai about his plans for today's outing, but he couldn't be rejected.

She turned her back to Fujiwara with a cold face and said:

"You go ahead, I'm organizing my thoughts and don't want to be disturbed."

"Ok."

Fujiwara, who thought he knew Haihara Ai's character well, thought that she seemed to be a workaholic and didn't want to be disturbed, so he didn't force it.

Just at this time, Mary walked downstairs and noticed that Fujiwara had not brought Xiao Ai up, so she asked curiously:
  "What about her?"

"She said she was busy and didn't want to go..."

Mary stared at the basement for a while, waved her hand, and said to Fujiwara:

"You go out and warm up the car first. I'll take her out later."

"it is good."

While Fujiwara was playing with the car, as soon as he drove out of the garage, Mary came out with Haihara Ai, all dressed up.

In fact, there is no so-called burst of inspiration that needs to be sorted out. Some are just the girl who has no winter clothes but is too embarrassed to ask people to buy her clothes and her shame that pops up from time to time.

By the time Fujiwara realized what had happened, it was already noon the next day.

After lunch, Fujiwara remembered what happened yesterday, and then he understood the whole story.

The simple truth made him, a self-proclaimed fan of Ai, feel ashamed. It seemed that he did not fully understand Huihara Ai.

It’s funny to say that when Fujiwara visited Fushae, he bought a lot of clothes. They were originally for Xiao Ai, but in the end they became Mary’s, and Xiao Ai, as the original owner, had to ‘borrow clothes’ to wear.

Fujiwara planned to wait until he came back from Kyoto the day after tomorrow and order all the clothes Xiao Ai needed for the four seasons. Ten sets for each season... no... twenty sets...

In addition, the women's clothes they have transformed back into must also be prepared.

So Fujiwara simply tidied up and after waking up, handed Mary the keys to the house and entrusted:

"I'm going to do something out of town, and I'll leave the house to you during my absence."

"Well, let's go."

(End of this chapter)