Conan: I'm just an ordinary novelist

Writing is really not suitable for heavy-armored warriors.

When they celebrate, they say "May this day be celebrated every year", and it would be great if they open a bottle of high-end wine.

Most people like to hold the bucket and drink from a large cup, which quite reasonably reflects the saying "drink while the wine is here".

[“What did you write about cotton?”]

Seeing Ghost and the others looking over, Cotton directly held up the note and displayed it openly:

[“I can finish all the books I’m interested in, and they’re constantly updated without ending badly.”]

[“Okay, okay! Speaking of which, last time a book was discontinued, you were depressed for two days because of it.”]

Uncle Shitou slapped his thigh and began to think about whether he should write in the same way.

After writing a long paragraph of blessings, the sun let out a sigh of relief.

After reading it carefully, he put it aside with great satisfaction, picked up a new piece of paper and started writing.

The ghost who had just finished writing a piece of paper tilted his head to glance at Yun Xianhe's note and asked casually:

[“How many sheets should we write?”]

The brave man paused and suggested after a moment's thought:

"Ten for each person, perfect."

[“By the way, it would be better to collect as many wish lists as your age, right? How old are you this year, sir?”]

[“Cotton, are you serious?”]

The ghost looked at the other person with a little fear.

Thinking of something, Mianhua scratched the back of his head awkwardly and waved his hand:

[“Write the number on the ID card. Isn’t the time recorded by our team a fixed time?”]

"Brother Xianhe, how old is Mr. Baiyue this year?"

The two voices overlapped.

Yun Xianhe, who had just finished writing a prayer note, paused for a moment, pretended to be tired, put down the pen, and stretched his body:

"27, the age when the gentleman's life stopped functioning."

Long before their entire team went to register and freeze the time, the other party's time had already stopped.

The "Eternal Life Curse"...

I can't tell whether Mr.'s former teammates love or hate him.

Conan opened his mouth when he heard the answer.

He looked at Yun Xianhe who seemed to be lost in his memories again, and tried to find some topics to dispel the unreasonable loneliness in him.

Yun Xianhe put one hand on the head of the little detective who was still trying to speak, and smiled in a distressed manner:

"Conan, if you keep chatting with me, I won't be able to finish before tonight."

"Excuse me, do you need my help?"

"No, go watch TV with Mr. Guang. I'll come play with you when I'm done."

"Hai..."

Successfully sent the little detective away from him.

Without caring about what the two people were whispering on the sofa, Yun Xianhe stretched his wrist and continued his writing.

Fifty pieces of prayer paper, fifty prayer lanterns, fifty blessings.

From early morning till sunset,

The hero who had finally gotten everything ready wiped the sweat off his forehead and laughed happily:

"finished."

[“Great!”] x4

The four people around cheered.

The sun held up a lamp and looked left and right, his eyes sparkling:

[“I can’t wait to see Mr.’s reaction!”]

[“All we have to do now is wait for the master to come back. Ah, dinner! Hurry up, Uncle Shitou. The celebratory dinner hasn’t been prepared yet!”]

[“Here it comes!”]

Uncle Shitou and Cotton were in a hurry to cook.

I felt like a ghost who had been secretly doing art work for a whole year, lying on the grass these days, holding a prayer lantern.

The note below was written by Uncle Shitou - "Good wine and delicious food to wish for a happy east wind, drink and talk happily to forget the sorrow."

[“Uncle Shitou’s writing skills are pretty good.”]

The sun beside him snorted and laughed twice, then lowered his voice and said:

[“I’ll tell you a secret. Uncle Shitou was the best in cultural studies among all the heavy armored soldiers in his class.”]

[“Huh?! Is this true?!”]

[“Of course it’s true! I asked Uncle Shitou unintentionally when we were chatting the other day.”]

The two of them were chattering.

Yun Xianhe bent his knees and sat down on the grass, half raising his head to look at the sky dyed red by the setting sun.

A pterosaur flew by,

The roar of the engine sounded from overhead.

The heterochromatic eyes hidden behind the glasses blinked and fixed their gaze on the plane that drew two white lines in the sky.

“…So it’s a plane.”

"Brother Xianhe, dinner is ready."

"Hai Hai Yi——"

·

After dinner, Yun Xianhe sat on the carpet in the living room while waiting for the time to turn on the lights, staring at Conan sitting opposite him.

Although the other party didn't say anything today,

But it's just short of writing 'I'm watching you' right on your face.

Yun Xianhe looked at Conan's changing expression and couldn't help laughing out loud.

His smile actually scared Conan.

The little detective looked at the man who was covering his face and laughing for some reason with a worried look on his face. He wanted to reach out and pat him, so he tentatively called out:

"Brother Xianhe?"

"You guy, you've been watching all day, what on earth are you thinking about?"

Yun Xianhe rubbed the other person's head with his hand in amusement, then looked up at Zhu Fu Jingguang who had just come out of the kitchen:

"And the same goes for Mr. Guang."

Upon hearing this, Zhu Fu Jingguang paused what he was doing.

After struggling for a while, he sighed slightly, not knowing whether it was due to loss or frustration:

"I'm just a little worried about you."

"But I'm fine."

Zhu Fu Jingguang stood on the other side of the sofa, looking at the brave man's clear eyes with a hesitant look.

So clean as if there is no haze at all.

However, the loneliness he showed these past two days, the nostalgic smile he showed from time to time, and the actions that made him seem like he was talking to someone subconsciously...

Or has the sight of the things reminded me of the past to such an extent? Will it be over once today passes?

Zhu Fu Jingguang, who was deceiving himself, tilted his head slightly and said sympathetically:

"I'll be back tonight. Happy birthday to the gentleman from Xianhe."

"Thank you - Mr. Guang is really considerate, not like some little brat."

As he said this, Yun Xianhe angrily rubbed Conan's head.

Conan felt like he was about to be deformed, but he struggled for a while and finally escaped from the clutches of the devil.

"In that case, I'll come see you tomorrow."

Knowing that today should have special significance for Yun Xianhe, Conan adjusted his glasses and did not intend to stay any longer.

Yun Xianhe did not try to persuade them to stay, and smiled as he sent the two of them out of the yard.

At least you don't have to worry about your behavior, which may seem inexplicable to outsiders, being seen and scaring others, right?

·

9:50 PM.

The ringing of the bell woke up the people who were sitting in the living room.

Yun Xianhe looked up at the clock on the wall, climbed up from the carpet, walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, and took out a record player from the mustard seed space.

[“People are coming! Are you ready?”]

Not far away, Sun was hiding behind a tree, holding a video camera.

Looking at the gentleman who was led over by Uncle Mianhua and Uncle Shitou, he turned around and gestured to Ghost and Yun Xianhe.

The brave man standing next to the record player nodded.

The magician pulled his baton from his sleeve, shook his wrist, and made a gesture as if preparing to cast a spell.

[“Ready—3—2—1!”]

Mianhua, who had just led the group to the camp, received the signal from the sun and pointed to the sky not far away:

[“Sir, look!”]

【"Um?"】

【""fire"."】

【""wind"!"】

Clear drum beats mixed with the sound of wind chimes rang out from the forest not far from the camp, like a prelude to a performance.

At the same time, fifty prayer lanterns were lit at the same time by the magician, and then sent into the sky one by one by the healer using the wind.

The prayer lanterns emitting soft light are like shooting stars from bottom to top, floating up and merging with the stars in the distance.

The first prayer lantern to be launched into the sky gradually melted in mid-air and bloomed like fireworks.

In the pile of glittering dust and tiny transparent petal fragments,

The words written on the prayer paper with a special potion were magnified by the reflection of the moonlight, as if they were printed on the night sky.

"See what you want to witness, have what you want to own, spend the years in peace and joy, with no regrets or complaints"

A blessing disappeared, and a shooting star streaked across the sky, as if the sky was remembering them.

The sky full of wish lanterns blossomed into bright little fireworks, leaving behind blessings of different colors.

Bai Yue Changsheng, who was seeing this kind of scene for the first time, stood there in a daze, his hands hanging by his side twitching slightly nervously.

So that's why these kids are behaving strangely these days...

【"gentlemen."】

Mr. Guide came back to his senses and turned around, just in time to see the other members of the team standing in front of him.

Cotton and Uncle Stone simultaneously took out the fireworks they had hidden earlier and set them off together.

The colored paper pieces echoed with the gaps in the lights as they fell, and he saw the Sun and the Ghost coming forward with a bunch of wrapped gifts.

The hero standing in the middle was holding a bunch of moonlight flowers and looking at him with a bright smile:

【"Happy Birthday!"】x4

"Happy birthday!"

The guide, whose arms were stuffed full, couldn't help but smile, his slightly upturned eyes filled with joy.

[“This is something that Ayun and we planned together. Do you like it, sir?”]

Everyone looked over with expectant eyes.

Bai Yue Changsheng noticed the slightly uneasy movements of the person in front of him.

He struggled to move everything in his arms into one hand and ruffled the other person's hair with one hand.

The person with wandering eyes carefully met his gaze and smiled stupidly twice.

Mr. Yun Xianhe, who hadn't shown this expression for a long time, laughed and said solemnly:

[“Thank you Xianhe, thank you everyone, I like it very much.”]

The gentleman looked up at the prayer lanterns still swaying in the night sky, as if he wanted to imprint every blessing in his mind.

Everyone saw him with an extremely satisfied smile and sighed:

[“It’s as beautiful as a dream.”]