I have never spoken

When Tan Baima released his divorce statement, there was indeed an uproar, "...Every time I greet you, you have to say this about me...I treat you very badly."

"It's okay."

"What's your plan next?"

"Go on a trip. Traveling is best when you have nothing to worry about, because you are not afraid of anything."

The phone call was hung up when the phone became hot.They don't talk about Baima Tan, they don't talk about the past, they only talk about the future that has not come.Shiho said that she would travel all over Europe to see the scenery that she had never seen before.They talked about the Arc de Triomphe in Paris, the Jungfraujoch in Zurich, and the Bridge of Sighs in Venice...but they never mentioned Baker Street, the place they had been thinking about.

Isn't this better, it should be like this between us, every inch of time we spend together should be happy.

Memories are too heavy, why not let them all be buried in the time tunnel.

It's all over.Shiho flew a kite in a foreign country, and cut the string when it reached the highest point.Just like the Firebird and Eagle back then.

When the line is broken, there will be no time to park.

She appreciates the beauty of the world with her heart, leaving all kinds of cumbersome shots in the camera.The mottled sunlight, the lotus that has scarred and sprouted from the sinking, and the clouds of various shapes.The magnificent Arc de Triomphe and the romantic and beautiful Eiffel are all captured in her camera.She enjoyed life carefree, and suddenly understood that there are too many ways to live in life, why not try to give herself a relief.Why do you have to tie yourself up in love and hatred?Why must you live your life for others?Why does happiness have to be loved by someone?

Now she is traveling alone in a foreign country without any worries, which is another kind of happiness, which is different from the happiness of being with Kudo.

She still thinks of that person, and likes to guess what Kudo is doing in the East Ninth District, which is nearly ten hours away from her.

It turned out that after a long time, what I can think of is his brilliance.She can hardly remember the traces of hurting each other with him.

The violin he gave her was always by her side.That pair of Superman glasses is inseparable from her.

She has never been able to forget a line from a movie - if she can't have it, the only thing she can do is not forget it.

Even though the timbre of the violin has become dull, she can still recall his elegant figure in the cherry blossom rain.That pair of Superman glasses reminded her of more warm memories.

Can make yourself happier.

I wonder if so long has passed, is Shinichi happier than before?

Shiho remembered that Shinichi once asked her if she would recognize his handwriting if he sent her an anonymous postcard.

Now that I think about it, although I don't know his handwriting, if the postcard is from Xinyi, she will definitely know.

feel it.

This is a woman's sixth sense, and it is also the tacit understanding of those who love each other.However, Shiho only realized the former.

She never knew that they were in love, because no one had ever expressed that love.

People's hearts are unpredictable, and they cannot be guessed casually.

However, things are really unpredictable. Up to now, the person who sent the anonymous postcard was not Kudo Shinichi, but her.

Kudo Shinichi found the first exotic postcard in his mailbox, which was not only anonymous, but also had nothing but his receiving address and pattern.He looked at the London Big Ben on the postcard and couldn't help laughing.

He knew it was from her.

In the next few years, he received more postcards one after another, but they were still blank.The patterns are scenery from all over the world. It seems that she sent him a local postcard every time she went to a place.It appears that she has moved out of Europe and into other places.

The pile of postcards was locked in a drawer by Shinichi, and he took them out to look at them from time to time.Among the many postcards, the one from Provence deeply hurt Shinichi.

In the sea of ​​flowers in Provence, there is a fiery red manjusawa.Flowers and leaves grow from the same root, but never meet each other.

They were originally a community of destiny, but now thinking of the "goodbye" at the airport, they feel a little guilty.

Goodbye, it's really hard.

Shinichi once wanted to ask her why she didn't come back to Japan.

Returning to Japan is equivalent to returning to him.

What's the use of this, it will certainly not be happier than traveling freely outside.

This is her choice, and he has always respected it.

So, stop asking.

As long as you are happy is enough.

Bo, he only had one simple sentence.

It's the sentence on the sticky note - separate or choose, but it may also be our fate.

"Don't worry about me." Zhibao's tone was very relaxed, and he traveled through thousands of mountains and rivers from the phone to Xinyi's ear.

This is their first phone call after parting.Shinichi called her immediately after seeing Tan Baima's divorce statement.

Wondering if she's okay.

"It's really a novelty that the great detective has started to care about people."

She joked so nonchalantly that Shinichi thought they were back to the time when they were together day and night.

The last postcard he received was of London Bridge.It looks like she has finished her long-cherished trip and is back in England once again.

At that time, a new type of deadly pneumonia was beginning to spread around the world.

After such an epidemic broke out, Shiho's first thought was to return to Japan to resume her old career, but after such an incident, she had to return to London.

Baima Tan is infected.When handling a case.

Everyone fell into a kind of extreme panic. The sky over London was cloudy in the fog, and the pedestrians on the street were full of thoughts, and the masks covered up all people's emotions.There have never been fewer people in the hospital. The sounds of talking, coughing, and footsteps are obviously terribly noisy, and people can still feel the deathly silence.

The chance of being cured is not high, so most of the people in the isolation room are just waiting to die.

That is the most desperate process.

They will feel that their breathing is getting more and more difficult, their consciousness is getting blurred, and their vision is getting more and more incomplete. Every time they meet with their relatives, it may be the last time.

"Why did you drive Gina away, you idiot, now I see so many people a day and still have to take care of you." Zhibao kept complaining verbally to Tan Baima, who was coughing on the hospital bed, and sat down on the bed with a glass of warm water In front of him, he carefully helped Bai Ma Tan to let him drink.

Bai Ma took a deep breath to stop his cough, and said in a hoarse voice: "I think it's worth my illness if you can take care of me."

"Shut up." Zhibao's heart was full of sadness. "You'd better get well soon, or I'll suffer with you too."

People are word of mouth, Japan's Kudo Shinichi, Britain's White Horse Detective.The two of them should be the most dazzling princes of light, but now the person on the bed, his previously energetic eyes have been replaced by fatigue, his lips are white, even if he is handsome because of his good facial features, he is already in a mess.

Yu Xin couldn't bear to look at him like this.

"Thank you for still being willing to accompany me like this." Baima Tan's voice was full of exhaustion, Zhibao put down his cup, and gently grabbed his hand.

Baima Tan still didn't take off the wedding ring.And the one of Shiho had already been thrown into the Seine River in Paris by her.

Zhibao didn't take away all the jewelry he gave, except for the ring.

She wanted to use that ring to prove her stupidity, but she found that she no longer had the strength to hate.

After so many life and death over the years, she was really tired.

"I have seen countless women in my life, but you are the only one I like. Zhibao, I have liked you since high school..." Tan Baima was too tired to open his eyes, but he was still whispering the simplest and most straightforward words Confession.

"Stop talking." Zhibao interrupted him. "You have a good rest."

"But I want to say." Baima Tan took a deep breath, almost unable to utter a complete sentence. "I know what I did wrong, and I also know that there is no possibility between us. Regarding the relationship between us, I only hope that you can forgive me..."

Shiho increased the strength in his hand, and squeezed his weak hand even tighter.

Seeing such a white horse detective, Zhibao almost really wanted to cry.But she still forced all the tears back.

If she were to cry, Tan Baima would definitely panic again.

Tan Baima's breathing gradually became steady, and he finally fell asleep.

It's just that he slept for a long time.

Never woke up again.

Zhibao watched the old doctor come out of the emergency room, patted her on the shoulder, sighed, shook her head and walked away, she didn't even have the courage to enter the emergency room.

She suddenly remembered Shi.It turned out that Kudo was in such a mood at that time.

White Horse Detective, you can do it.Brilliant life, the last words in this life, are you humbly begging for my forgiveness?

What a joke.

I will never forgive you.Why do you want me to suffer the pain of leaving someone I care about?

She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, opened her eyes again, looked at the desolate family members of the patients in the corridor, remembered the painful expressions of the patients in the isolation room, and the last look of embarrassment left to her by Tan Baima, and unconsciously clenched the sleeves of her clothes .

She is willing to do everything in her power to prevent more tragedies from happening.

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