Conan: My Old Sister Maurilan

Concubine Yingli no longer has scars on her body, but she has chosen to live with her son, and her husband and wife divorced.

This is a false proposition.

Did Gongsheng save the 'plot', or did Gongsheng destroy the original 'plot'?

……

From the first moment he saw Kudo Shinichi, Kosei knew that this person was not the 'Kudou Shinichi' he knew.

He's just a male with the name 'Kudo Shinichi'.

Not a so-called saint.

The bad boy who would keep staring at Fei Yingli's legs would also step forward and interrupt him because he and Mao Lilan were going home holding hands, and forcibly tried to take Mao Lilan away from Gongsheng's hand.

At that time, Mao Lilan and Kudo Shinichi were both four years old.

And that day was the end of the first day of classes in the Sakura class, and Fei Yingli took the public student to pick up Mo Lilan.

Going back on the same day, although Mao Lilan didn't have much feeling for Kudo Shinichi, Kosei began to worry.

The real Kudo Shinichi is a wretched person who still has the talent inherited from his genes and the wisdom that can enlighten him at a young age.

A man who can look at Hieiri's thighs and think about taking a bath with Suzuki Sonoko will break into the women's bathroom but look indifferent.

A man named Mao Lilan, who uses love as a cover and work as a shield, is actually an exploiter.

From that moment on, the four-year-old Gongsheng sat on the bed and looked at the five-year-old Mao Lilan in her arms. She slept peacefully, hugged her brother tightly, and regarded him as her only playmate and cuddling bear.

"In that case, I will protect you for him."

no matter what the result is.

Gongsheng made the first decision in his life, he must protect his sister.

It's not love. The four-year-old Gongsheng understands that it's not love, it's a kind of responsibility. He's just fulfilling his brother's responsibility to protect his sister.

"If you start to fear worldly words, then I too can be Kudo Shinichi."

This is the second oath.

In the classroom of Didan Primary School, Mao Lilan pushed the public student away, not wanting her younger brother to follow her.

But the public student still accompanied Mao Lilan to school.

On the way home when the siblings were five meters apart, Gongsheng made the second choice, even though it was a self-harming choice.

For the sake of Mao Lilan, the public can do this.

The other party wants to be with 'Kudo Shinichi', and everyone wants Mao Lilan to be with 'Kudo Shinichi'. Xinlan's eternity is the most perfect love.

Gongsheng made this love with his own hands.

Even Yukiko Kudo didn't know about it, she just used the disguise technique once, but Kosei was able to achieve proficiency in it.

Disguised as Kudo Shinichi, he appeared at every time Mouriran needed.

Kudo Shinichi will break the contract or even abandon Mao Lilan because of farts, detectives, and playing football, and there will be another "Kudou Shinichi" to complete Xinlan's eternal story.

The real Kudo Shinichi enjoys Mao Lilan's care, which is called love.

The false Kudo Shinichi took on everything about Mao Lilan, which was called responsibility.

In this way, for ten years.

……

In the dim room, Gongsheng let go of Mao Lilan in his arms.

"Jingle Bell----!"

The phone rang suddenly, breaking the silence maintained by the siblings.

"Sister, I'll answer the phone."

Gongsheng took out the blue flip phone from his pocket and checked the caller label on the screen. It was the parents of the Yoshida family calling. It seems that Ayumi has not been found yet, so he is going to make a second inquiry.

Press the on key.

However, the mobile phone was also taken away.

She squeezed into her arms again, leaning against the male student's chest, holding the blue mobile phone with her slender hand, and placed it next to the boy's ear.

"Brother, let my sister be self-willed for a while."

Xiao Lan spoke softly to the other ear that was not answering the phone from the leaning position.

Bury your head down again.

Leaning on the collar, pillow on the shoulder, listening to the faint fluctuation of the heart.

"Ah."

He lowered his head, pressed his face sideways against Mao Lilan's bangs, and pressed against his forehead that still had residual sweat.

"Hello, this is Mr. Maori, what's the matter?"

On the other side of the phone, the voice was noisy.