Has the conscience of the winery been cleaned up today?

After all, he is the trump card of the FBI. Akai Shuichi is strong enough to accept the reality quickly, and strode into the store ignoring the mosquito leg discount.

He didn't go for the discount.

When Shuichi Akai entered, Gin was sleeping upstairs, and Butterfly had just carried a box of milk out of the warehouse using the anti-gravity system, when he was so frightened that the box jumped onto the field and turned into a hairpin.

The sound of the box falling to the ground attracted Akai Shuichi's attention, he turned his head and saw Tanuma's awkward yet polite smile.

"Sorry, I accidentally slipped my hand." Tanuma apologized warmly, tore off the butterfly hairpin on his bangs, and put the milk in his arms under his arm, and freed one hand to pick up the box of milk on the ground stand up.

Akai Hideichi looked at the two boxes of milk weighing more than [-] catties, and Tanuma's slender arms, and stepped forward to help without thinking.

Tanuma was taken aback, then smiled and said, "Thank you."

Seeing this, Shuten sitting behind the counter and Minamoto Raimitsu standing on the counter looked up at Akai Shuichi quietly.

Shuten: Is this human being the one who talked to the boss that day?

Minamoto Raimitsu: It should be.

Just as the one demon and one figurine were making eye contact, Akai Hideichi had already helped Tanuma put the milk into different categories and put them on the shelves, and at the same time arranged the surrounding decorations as he said.Even though they were grotesque and unscrupulous, and even looking at them felt polluted, Akai Shuichi still put them in order.

That's right, in order to keep the customers who came into the store, Die Die took more than a dozen stone statues carved by himself from the private treasury of the God of Light.The God of Light's aesthetics is surprisingly consistent with his handicap. These stone statues are as ugly as the painting at the door, meaningful and meaningful.

However, the strange thing is that although most of the items from the hands of the God of Light have a brand premium, they can indeed attract and retain customers.

According to Gin's idea, when most people see such ugly decorations in the dairy, they should complain about performance art and then turn away, but the reality is that they are really left behind, not only left behind, but also left behind. Loyalty.

Less than a week after the milk shop opened, no less than twenty loyal customers have already appeared, and Akai Shuichi is one of them.

According to Butterfly, this is due to the divinity of the God of Light, but Gin firmly believes that it missed a word.

Closer to home.

Akai Hideichi straightened the stone statue, looked around, did not see Gin, but found two new faces - Shuten and Tanuma.

"What do you need, sir?" Shaking his sore arms, Tanuma saw Akai Shuichi looking left and right and didn't know what he was looking for, so he walked up to him and asked.

Akai Shuichi pushed his glasses habitually: "Is your shopkeeper not here today?"

"The boss is resting upstairs." Tanuma tilted his head and smiled, with a hint of melon in his smile, "Is the sir here to look for him? Do you need me to call him down?"

"No need." Although he regretted that he couldn't see anyone today, Akai Shuichi didn't want to disturb his rest, so he immediately shook his head and refused, and changed the subject: "Is there a new product in the store?"

When it came to business, Tanuma lifted his spirits: "Yes. Our store has a new batch of fruit-flavored milk and yogurt. Do you want to know more about it, sir?"

Akai Shuichi nodded with interest: "Please tell me."

"Okay." Tanuma cleared his throat, walked to the shelf, and said the belly draft that had been typed in advance, "This row is the fruit-flavored milk that I bought last night. There are five flavors in total, namely passion fruit, orange, and honey. Peach, watermelon and grapes. These milks are not the kind of milk-flavored drinks sold in the market, but are made of freshly squeezed fruit juice and fresh milk, rich in nutrition, smooth in taste, natural, healthy and pollution-free, suitable for all ages."

As he spoke, he took down the passion fruit flavored milk in the sample area and poured a cup for Akai Shuichi to taste.

A hundred stories are worth a taste, and personal experience is more convincing than what others say.

Akai Hideki took a sip, and was overwhelmed by the milk produced on the Shenguo assembly line without any suspense. He waved his hand and said proudly: "Ten boxes of each flavor, and one box of yogurt."

Christmas was coming soon, and he was worrying about what holiday gifts to give his comrades, so he finally solved the problem.

Well, Conan and Toru Amuro can each give a box... Forget it, Toru Amuro will give you a bottle, anyway, he has money.

Akai Shuichi was planning where the milk would go, while Tanuma and Ibaraki had already arranged the milk for him, Shuten also calculated the price, waiting for him to pay.

At this moment, Gin came down from upstairs with his hair in his hands, his eyelashes were wet with wet drops, his feet were on cotton mops, his long hair was loose, and he looked very lazy.

Akai Hideichi immediately reacted: "Mr. Kurosawa?"

Gin stayed up until past three o'clock last night. At this time, the sleepiness was still there. I planned to drink a cup of yogurt to wake up and wake up. When I heard Akai Shuichi's voice, my mind instantly regained clarity, and I turned to look over.

"It's you...Mr. Okiya." Putting down his vigilance in time, Gin took out a bottle of yogurt from the refrigerator and unscrewed it, "Good morning, come here to buy milk?"

"Yes, I've already selected the products." Akai Hideichi nodded with a smile, wearing glasses and wearing light-colored casual clothes, he looked extraordinarily elegant and easy-going.

Hearing this, Gin followed his gaze and saw fifty cartons of milk stacked almost as high as a person, and the corner of his eye twitched: "So much?"

Do you think the FBI is not easy to deal with, and want to be a second-hand dealer to resell his milk?

Although Gin didn't say anything, and his face remained calm, a perceptive person like Akai Hideichi still saw his thoughts and explained with a smile: "I'm going to give these milks to my friends as Christmas presents." us."

Oh.

Nodding, Gin didn't ask any more questions, and yawned: "Is Mr. Okiya free now? I would like to ask you to comment on my new work."

That's right, the reason why he stayed up late last night was to complete the painting mentioned in the task request. Originally, he thought it would be enough to finish the painting, but he didn't expect that there was another requirement for this task - he must get someone who inspired him Comments and approval are considered task completion.

To be honest, Gin regretted that he used this reason to tease Akai Shuichi, and his mouth was so happy for a while, the follow-up crematorium, trouble!

Akai Shuichi naturally did not refuse: "My honor."

Seeing that he agreed so readily, Gin also reciprocated, asking Ibaraki to help him carry the milk to the door of his house, and then they went upstairs side by side.

The two are about the same height. Seen from the back, Gin's figure is a little thin, and he keeps a close distance from Akai Shuichi, but there is an inexplicable sense of harmony, and a tacit understanding is natural.

Butterfly flapped its wings and sighed, "What a pair of lovers."

Tanuma nodded in agreement.

Minamoto Raimiko sat on the counter, waxing his two corners with oil he got from somewhere.The shape is not good, but the brightness can be combined, he must be the brightest boy in the room full of God's creations!

Not knowing that he had been selected as a CP, Gin led Akai Shuichi into the room.

The light is bright, and the sunlight penetrates from the floor-to-ceiling windows, illuminating every inch of the room.The easel was placed in front of the window, facing the door, and there were more than a dozen cans of opened watercolor paint beside it, which was a very expensive brand.

Akai Shuichi was actually very curious about what kind of painting Gin drew based on his own description. In fact, he felt that he spoke very stream-of-consciousness, without any details or specific events, just expressing his inner feelings. Information just wants people to paint a good picture, which is really too embarrassing.

For this reason, he didn't hold out much hope until he saw the painting.

Strangely, Gin had the same idea as him.

The two walked to the drawing board and looked carefully, and saw that on the snow-white drawing paper, red and black lines laid out a large shadow-like color block, just like the sky before the rainstorm or the night without stars and moon, cold and beautiful. repressed.And among these deep colors, dots of silver and white outline the myriad phenomena of stars, which is the dawn that shines from the depths of the darkness, born before dawn, although faint, it will never go out.

- the light God has given me.

Akai Shuichi stretched out his hand to lightly touch the drawing paper, stroked the black and red staggered areas with his fingertips, and stained a little paint.

"Sorry." As if waking up from a dream, Akai Hideichi quickly withdrew his hand, "I haven't studied paintings, so I can't give advice in this regard, but this painting...I like it very much."

He really likes it. The strong shadows and faint silver stars in the painting fully express his feelings about this unknown emotion all the time. I want to wait for the dawn.

But there is no dawn between him and Gin, only the little light left, and it is almost gone now.

Reluctantly looking away, Akai Hideichi was about to compliment a few more words, but suddenly thought of something before opening his mouth, and the smile he just raised froze.

"Mr. Kurosawa, is the theme of this painting 'love'?"

That's it?in love?

Gin didn't feel anything wrong at all: "Yeah, what's wrong?"

Shuichi Akai suddenly lost the desire to appreciate the paintings, and tried to correct Gin's perception of love: "Mr. The color tone...isn't it suitable?"

"I've never been in love, so I don't know what love should look like. I drew this painting based on Mr. Okiya's narration." Gin Jiu had an innocent face, and his silver pupils were as clear as ice under the sunlight, "Could it be I misunderstood, the love between Mr. Okiya and Mr. Akai is bright and romantic?"

"..."

Akai Hideichi felt stabbed all over by the knife he threw, the kind that could water the flowers if he drank more water.

"...No, you draw very well, and your understanding is very accurate." Self-esteem does not allow Shuichi Akai to falsify his relationship experience, so he can only swallow his blood silently, telling the truth.

"Really? Thank you for the compliment." Hearing the "mission complete" prompt sounded directly in his mind, and seeing Akai Shuichi's helpless expression, Gin smiled slightly, feeling very good.

Well, comfortable.