Detective Conan's Cafe Owner

Chapter 200 Friends...

night.

After dinner, Azusa Enomoto had already left.

It was very dark.

Because the dark clouds have gathered again, although they cannot be seen, the sky is as dark as ink, which always makes people feel a little depressing.

It's not a good feeling.

Qingming didn't like it very much, so he helped out and used Taoism.

It started to rain.

Not big, but the floor gets wet pretty quickly.

Those who were still wandering outside also ran towards their own homes, cursing the sudden rain and the inaccurate weather forecast.

"A rain trapped me here, your indifferent expression..."

Qingming sat at the counter of the coffee shop, humming a song, flipping through the ancient books in his hands, without the slightest sense of having done something bad.

Although this is not a bad thing.

The temperature has been low recently, and it is raining again at this time, which makes people feel a little cold.

However, the cold weather may be more suitable for sleeping.

"Ding!"

When Qingming was humming and studying Taoism, the door of the store was pushed open, and a figure appeared there.

Azusa Enomoto is not here.

So Qingming could only raise his head and take a look.

A girl I don't know.

He has long, straight black hair and looks like he is in his early twenties. He looks like a college student. He is not pretty. He looks above average, and his appearance and temperament are relatively ordinary.

This is the most common type of people in the world: ordinary people.

So Qingming put down the book, stood up, left the counter, and greeted him with a smile on his face.

"welcome."

After all, he is also the owner of a coffee shop, so he can still entertain guests.

Take the girl and sit down on the seat.

"Excuse me, what do you need?"

"Can you give me a cup of hot water?"

The girl asked.

After finishing speaking, he looked at Qingming, and added another sentence without waiting for him to speak.

"Bring me another cake, the cheapest... the cheapest."

The cheapest?

Qingming tilted his head slightly and looked at the young girl carefully.

But did not think too much.

"OK, just a second."

smiled.

Turn around and go to the back kitchen.

After pouring a cup of hot water, he casually took a piece of cake, put it on the tray and took it out.

Whether it's cheap or not, Qingming doesn't understand.

Prices, new types of cakes, newly brewed coffee, etc. are all in charge of Enomoto Azusa, and Qingming never asks.

go outside.

Bring hot water and cakes to the young girl.

Then stood aside and did not leave.

This seemed to make the girl a little puzzled, she turned her head and blinked at him.

He just had a big smile on his face.

"Excuse me, would you like three cups of Mengpo soup coffee?"

"?"

"One cup refreshes the mind, two cups never tires, three cups of immortality, drink three cups in a row, and one wish can be fulfilled."

Qingming said so.

The smile on his face seemed to be brighter again.

"Do you need three cups of Mengpo soup and coffee?"

"?"

There was still a puzzled expression on the girl's face.

Also, people who came here for the first time and have never heard of that urban legend, suddenly heard such words, they all had puzzled and unresponsive expressions on their faces.

After all, it’s refreshing, it’s immortality, and it’s also able to fulfill wishes…

Just three cups of coffee?
Wish can come true so easily?

strangeness.

This teenager is very strange.

But this kind of strangeness is not annoying, maybe this is the so-called second disease?
Really young.

A smile appeared on the girl's face.

"No thanks."

"That's a pity."

Qingming shrugged.

But he didn't say much, he walked back to the counter and sat down, picked up the ancient books that were put aside, and began to look through them.

The coffee shop fell into silence again.

Qingming was reading a book, the young girl was drinking hot water and eating cake.

It's raining. It's still falling.

Time passed slowly like this, and I don't know how long it has passed.

The hot water in the cup gradually cools down.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and the rain slapped on the window glass, making a muffled "popo".

The girl seemed a little distressed.

Through the window, looking at the situation outside, frowning slightly.

Distressed about being stuck here?
Or because of something else?

but……

"Everyone is worried about something. There is probably no such thing as a truly carefree person."

Even if it is a child.

Although in the eyes of many people, children are carefree, but is this really the case?
Not necessarily.

Even children have things that bother them.

Qingming put down ancient books.

Stand up, leave the counter, and walk towards the back kitchen.

For a while.

He came out with two cups of coffee and went straight to where the young girl was sitting.

All smiles.

"Do you mind if I sit here?"

"?"

Looking at the young girl outside, he turned his head and looked at Qingming.

It doesn't seem to respond.

He stared at Qingming for a few seconds, then he came back to his senses and nodded quickly.

"can."

That's it.

Then, as if he had finally come to his senses, his face showed hesitation, and he opened his mouth, as if he wanted to take back what he said earlier.

But Qingming had already sat down.

He also put a cup of coffee in front of her and looked at her with a smile on his face.

"Please use."

"This one……"

"I invite you, you're welcome."

The smile on Qingming's face looked sunny and kind.

This seems to have deceived the other party.

The young girl blinked at him, then nodded and forced a smile too.

"Thank you."

Saying so, he didn't touch the cup of coffee.

Maybe it's something to worry about.

Qingming didn't care, picked up the coffee in front of her, took a sip, and looked at the young girl sitting in front of her.

She smiled, but she wasn't smiling.

It's just an expression.

Just like Qingming herself, although she always shows a sunny smile to many people, in fact it is not a smile, she just uses that smile to deceive others.

Some do.

This kind of superficial smile expression, many people will have it.

But let's not talk about it.

"You look like you have something on your mind."

Qingming said so.

Maybe it's because I studied for too long and wanted to relax, so I came here.

The young girl looked at him, silent for a while.

Immediately, with a wry smile on his face, he shook his head.

"that……"

"I am the shopkeeper here, Qingming, you can also call me the shopkeeper directly."

"Qingming..."

The girl seemed thoughtful.

But I didn't think much about it.

Just looking at Qingming with a smile.

"I……"

seems to want to say something.

But he didn't say it, maybe because he felt it was hard to say it.

Think for a while.

Sighing lightly, he continued speaking.

"Do you have any friends?"

"friend?"

Qingming tilted her head.

There are friends, such as Xiaolan, and Xinming Xiangbaoli, these are his friends.

So nodded.

"Naturally there is."

Although compared to other people, the number of Qingming's friends is pitifully small.

He has very few friends.

But he didn't think it was a problem.

And the young girl seemed to sigh again.

"That's right."

It is not strange to have friends, but it is strange to have no friends.

but……

"What is a friend?"

She questioned.

Maybe it's because I don't understand the definition of "friend", or maybe I've encountered a friendship crisis or something, so I'm troubled by it.

however……

"What is a friend..."

Qingming also turned her head and looked at the outside world.

The rain keeps falling.

The rainwater slapped on the glass, and turned into streams winding down, blurring the vision and making it difficult for people to see the situation outside.

Human beings can't always see many things clearly.

"What is a friend, I don't really understand."

Qingming shook her head.

Although he has friends...

Do you really have friends?

I didn't think about it before, but now that I think about it, I suddenly feel that maybe I and Xiaolan are not really friends.

Or maybe it's just classmates who have a good relationship?
(End of this chapter)