Conan's Winery is all my vest

Chapter 263
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The wall of the polished glass that had been wiped could be faintly seen, and the corner of the mouth of the man who had been expressionless all this time was raised abruptly.

If there is that day, he can also die safely.

Zhu Fuhuali was found by Hoshino Takuya by accident when he was investigating the dead undercover Zhu Fu Jingguang.

Zhu Fu Jingguang protected her very well.

In fact, the people in the organization didn't spend much time investigating the information of Zhu Fujingguang's relatives and friends after Zhu Fujingguang destroyed the mobile phone containing the information of relatives and friends.

Hoshino Takuya later guessed that it should be responsible for dealing with the traitor at the time, but it was later discovered that it was the rye whiskey who was also an undercover agent.

But this also protected the girl by mistake.

When Hoshino Takuya was investigating the identity information of Zhu Fu Jingguang, he found nothing
But fate always likes to come quietly when people no longer have expectations.

Hoshino Takuya broke through Zhu Fuhuali's identity in an accidental encounter.

Only then did the letter that Zhu Fuhuali received later come into being.

"Family?"

Zhu Fuhuali gently stirred the straw inserted in the tulip cup, and the bright red watermelon juice was carried along.

"What is home?"

"Home is not a place, it always has people who make an ordinary place special."

Zhu Fuhuali seemed to be talking to himself, "...that's the only way I can call it home."

There is nothing in Zhufu's house, it is empty and uninhabited.

She sat in the dark living room all night, and no one would care.

The empty room was lifeless and peaceful.

In Zhu Fuhuali's memory, there were countless midnights or early mornings when she woke up curled up on the sofa.

Every time she stretched and moved her numb limbs, in the silent air, only tiny, invisible dust would rise and fall along with Zhufuhuali's shallow breathing.

Everything else, in the tomb-like home, just stands silent, cold and frozen, uncomfortable.

Every time Zhu Fuhuali opens the door of her house, she feels unreasonably tired and tired.

The distance from the living room to the bedroom is not too far, and the distance to school is dozens of times longer than that, and Zhu Fuhuali is also used to walking every day.

But rather
For Zhu Fu Huali, every time she stepped into an empty home, she felt surrounded by a great exhaustion and emptiness, every step she took was like stepping in a swamp, tired, tired and at a loss.

Silent and silent, the light and shadow of every object under the setting sun is like the lonely tombstones in the cemetery, silent but also sad for no reason.

The long-outdated calendar on the coffee table in the living room is frozen in the past when Zhu Fuhuali can't remember what happened.

The desk calendar that has not been torn off, under the progress of time, remains intact as it used to be in the past, just like the laughter and past years that are forever sealed in memory.

The door of the master bedroom that will never be opened, the soup bowl that belongs to another person in the cupboard that has already been covered with dust, the incandescent lamp that is on but only makes people more lonely, the police uniform that smells like camphor, the old record that has been scratched, Toiletries stored in the bathroom.
Everything that Zhu Fu Huali couldn't let go of in Zhu Fu's house was like the moist and dense vines growing under the deep water, clinging to, entwining, and enveloping her inch by inch day by day.
Until, submerged.

Obviously the house where her elder brother lives with her is very big, but Zhu Fuhuali often sits at the empty dining table, and feels a suffocation that is so real that it almost makes her breathe stagnant——

Maybe, she should agree to Brother Gao Ming's suggestion.

Zhu Fuhuali had thought this way more than once when he was on the verge of crying countless times.

After that, just like all the last ones in the past, Zhu Fuhuali silently pressed down this perhaps inappropriate thought.

Zhu Fu Huali and Zhu Fu Gaoming were very young when they parted, and her brother's face in her memory had already been blurred and mottled.

On the contrary, Zhu Fu Jingguang used to be keen on writing letters to share with Zhu Fu Gaoming about Zhu Fuhuali's growth, his own life and trivial matters.

At that time, every time Zhu Fu Gaoming replied, Zhu Fu Jingguang would give it to Zhu Fu Huali and ask her to listen to him.

He wanted to use this to increase Zhu Fuhuali's understanding and closeness to Zhu Fu Gaoming.

Zhu Fu Huali only wrote to Zhu Fu Gaoming once.

That was after Zhu Fuhuali received the letter from the ghost that informed Zhu Fu of Jingguang's death.

Zhu Fuhuali's letter was very short, but she wrote it intermittently for three or four days before sending it out.

Zhu Fu Gaoming replied three days later, different from Zhu Fu Huali's concise and business-like format, Zhu Fu Gaoming's reply was gentle and thoughtful.

He didn't ask too many details that Zhu Fuhuali didn't mention in the letter, he acted like every reliable elder brother and wrote a reply that wasn't short.

After Zhu Fu Gaoming wrote a lot with sincerity, he carefully put forward the idea of ​​wanting to live with Zhu Fu Huali.

Zhu Fu Gaoming was not in a hurry to talk about this issue. He first asked for leave from the Nagano Prefectural Police Station to come to Osaka to accompany Zhu Fuhuali for a period of time to get to know each other and get along.

As for living together, if Zhu Fuhuali is unwilling to change schools or move, Zhu Fu Gaoming will find a way to adjust his work and see if he can be transferred to Osaka to live with Zhufuhuali.

At that time, Zhu Fu Huali had just lost her elder brother whom she had depended on for many years, so she did not reject Zhu Fu Gaoming.

But compared to the elder brother who can be called a stranger, the young girl will be somewhat cuddly. My brother can only be and only Zhu Fu Jingguang's inexplicable and childish obsession.

The girl who is still unwilling to believe that Zhu Fu Jingguang will really leave her forever from now on, stubbornly uses her own way to try to keep traces of Zhu Fu Jingguang as much as possible.

At the end of Zhu Fu Gaoming's letter, Zhu Fu Gaoming attached a bank account.

He euphemistically expressed that the funds in it can be used to meet the expenses that Zhu Fuhuali urgently needs to solve in the predicament after the death of his second brother.

Zhu Fuhuali first felt that living with a strange older brother shortly after his brother left, seemed to be erasing and replacing something.

Zhu Fuhuali didn't want to and didn't want to.

Secondly, Zhu Fuhuali has no way to abandon this house full of past memories of her and her brother in a short time. There was another person.

But if this house is transferred to someone else, the last traces of her brother and her will be erased.
Zhu Fuhuali could neither leave, nor could he convince himself that his elder brother, who lived a stable life, would spend a lot of trouble in taking care of him who was approaching adulthood.

　The first update~ Someone asked Zhu Fu Gaoming before. In fact, I briefly mentioned this question when Touzi and Huali first met, but some cuties may not have noticed it, so I will add it in detail here.

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