Conan: Naruto

Xiaolan stood on the left side of Suzuki's garden, facing the garden. She held the handle of the umbrella in her right hand and let the umbrella tip hang to the ground. She looked at the garden with a smile and said jokingly:

"I want to buy everything I see, which makes us waste a lot of time. It is indeed a garden~"

"Aren't you the same!"

Suzuki Sonoko looked at Xiaolan angrily. As she spoke, she remembered something, her painting style changed suddenly, and the corner of her mouth curved into a sinister arc.

The next second, Sonoko grabbed the top shopping bag lying flat on her thigh with her left hand, tilted it up a little, and looked into the bag, her beautiful eyes sparkling.

She released the umbrella handle with her right hand, leaned the umbrella against the back of the front seat, took out the blue designer satchel from the upper shopping bag and placed it in front of her right shoulder, slyly teasing:

"Xiaolan lost her mind when she saw the imported goods being reduced in price~~~"

"Hahaha~!"

Xiaolan's shoulders trembled with joy, she happily took away the blue satchel, rubbed her left cheek affectionately, and said with a crescent moon smile:

"Because I have wanted to buy this bag for a long time~"

"Oh~~~"

Suzuki Sonoko drawled playfully.

She held down the shopping bag with her left hand, grabbed the umbrella handle and the tip of the umbrella with her right hand to support the ground, and asked with a sweet smile:

"Since you were lucky enough to buy a bag at a reduced price today, please protect me and have a good sleep. Good night Xiaolan~~~"

Having said this, Suzuki Sonoko lowered his head slightly and closed his eyes peacefully.

"Eh?!"

Xiaolan leaned forward slightly, grabbed the upper left corner of the bag with her left hand and placed it in front of her lower abdomen, and said coquettishly:

"Garden!!"

"Just wake me up when you get to the station~"

Suzuki Sonoko, who did not open her beautiful eyes, slightly opened her red lips, teasing Xiaolan happily.

"Well......"

Xiaolan smiled helplessly, put the blue satchel against her chin, and rubbed it happily, her beautiful face blooming with a bright smile like a cherry blossom.

After five seconds.

Xiaolan regained her composure and hung the satchel on her right shoulder with her left hand alone, placing the shoulder strap across her body.

In this way, the satchel naturally stuck to the left side of her waist.

Xiaolan carefully took away the shopping bag belonging to Xiaolan from Suzuki Sonoko's legs, and happily carried the shopping bag to the free double plastic chair far behind Sonoko.

Time passed slowly and the bus stopped one stop after another.

Xiaolan, who was sitting on a plastic chair by the window and holding a shopping bag in her arms, could no longer resist the dense sleepiness that was sweeping over her. She tilted her head slightly to the lower right and fell into a peaceful sleep state.

In addition, the handle of her blue umbrella is against the back of the seat in front of her on the left, the tip of the umbrella is supporting the ground, and the overall shape is tilted.

After a while, the bus stopped at the Mikkacho [-]-chome bus stop.

A fat, white-haired man wearing a brown coat, white lining, dark red tie, square glasses, and a gray peaked cap walked onto the bus with slow steps.

He seemed to be lame in his legs and feet. He held a purple umbrella in his right hand and used it as a crutch to repeatedly poke the ground to move forward.

Nine seconds later.

The white-haired man passed by Suzuki Sonoko, who was still sleeping, and passed the three occupied single or double seats behind Sonoko without haste.

Finally, the man stopped at Xiaolan's left and was about to walk into the empty space on Xiaolan's left. Who would have thought that his right foot accidentally kicked the tip of the blue umbrella.

The umbrella followed the inertia and fell towards the white-haired man, so that the handle of the umbrella hit the man's stomach accurately.

next second.

The white-haired man sat down on the seat to the left of Xiaolan, unable to help but groan in pain:

"Ugh!"

"what happened?"

Xiaolan woke up suddenly, and turned her head at a loss to look at the white-haired man who was leaning forward sharply, holding his stomach with his left hand, trembling slightly, and in great pain.

Xiaolan quickly came to her senses, stretched out her left hand to hold the man's right back, trying to comfort her, and asked worriedly:

"Are you...are you okay...?"

"Huh... I thought someone was plotting against me..."

The white-haired man stopped shaking unharmed.

He straightened up and looked at Xiaolan kindly.

"Eh?"

Xiaolan made a confused sound.

The white-haired man held the handle of the blue umbrella with his left hand, lifted it up and showed it to Xiaolan, and explained seriously:

"I just got hit in the stomach by the spherical handle of the umbrella."

"Ah, I'm sorry!"

Xiaolan quickly took back the umbrella, leaned it against the back of the front seat, released the handle of the umbrella, and sheepishly turned her head to look forward, avoiding the sight of the white-haired man.

Xiaolan apologized with some shame:

"I didn't put the umbrella away."

"Wait, I remember... you seem to be the daughter of Detective Maori."

The white-haired man recalled for a moment and looked at Xiaolan with some surprise.

"Ah... yes."

Xiaolan folded her hands on the shopping bag lying flat on her thighs, looked at the white-haired man in surprise, and asked in confusion:

"Excuse me...Old sir, are you...?"

"My surname is Shitara, and my full name is Shitara Shigeyoshi."

Shitara Shigeyoshi smiled cheerfully and said with relief:

"It's normal for you to forget me, hahaha~"

"Mr. Shile?"

Xiaolan had no impression of Shitara Shigekichi at all, and looked at Shitara slightly embarrassed.

"I'll write it for you."

Shitara Shigekichi stood up, turned to the right, bent over, pressed the index finger of his right hand against the mist-stained window glass in front of Xiaolan, and kept writing.

After six seconds.

"Finish."

Shitara Shigeyoshi finished writing the traditional Chinese surname and the two characters for Shitara vertically on the glass. He sat back amiably and stared at the two characters for Shitara that remained on the glass with a smile.

"I understand."

Xiaolan retracted her gaze from the word Shire, turned to look at Shitara Chongji, and praised with a smile:

"This form is very good. As for me...my name is Mao Lilan."

As soon as she finished speaking, Xiaolan turned to look at the window glass and held down the shopping bag with her left hand.

She raised her right index finger and pressed it against the water-stained glass to the right of the word "SET", writing continuously while chatting in a friendly manner:

"The weather is quite hot today."

"Ah."

When Xiaolan wasn't paying attention, Shitara Shigeyoshi secretly looked at the blue satchel that was stuck to Xiaolan's left side, leaning on the seat. He gave a light response absentmindedly and responded without thinking:

"It's a rainy day after all."

The voice did not fall.

"Look, this is how my name is written~"

Xiaolan finished writing the traditional Chinese name and Mao Lilan vertically on the mist-stained glass to the right of the word Shiraku, and looked at Shitara Shigekichi with a smile.

"Oh, thank you!"

Shitara Shigeyoshi was startled, and quickly looked back at Xiaolan. He responded calmly, lowered his head slightly, closed his eyes, and pinched the brim of the peaked cap with his left index finger and thumb.

Shitara pressed down his cap with a guilty conscience, and thanked him sincerely:

"Thank you for writing it specifically to me."