Conan: I'm just an ordinary novelist

I don’t know whether it is a good thing or a bad thing.

It must be something bad! A perfectly normal person suddenly loses his memory or something!

"Brother Xianhe, don't you remember me? Have you lost your memory again?!"

Conan's tone was a little anxious.

He really didn't want Yun Xianhe to return to the cold and icy look he had when he lost his memory.

But this time the amnesia is obviously different.

The boy could see the child's anxiety, but he still didn't react much.

He just blinked his clear heterochromatic eyes and asked calmly:

"'Xianhe', are you talking about me?"

The person in front of me doesn't even remember who he is.

Zhu Fu Jingguang, who had just arrived, heard the news as soon as he entered the door.

He stood at the door in a daze, looking at the person sitting obediently on the bed. For a moment, it was hard to connect him with the person who always asked to be discharged from the hospital after waking up.

So good.

Not like the Yun Xianhe he knew.

The white-haired boy with a pale face sat quietly on the bed, and his surroundings seemed to be rendered with a faint halo by the incandescent lamp above his head.

When people look over there, they can't help but lower their voices to avoid scaring the other person.

When all the past is forgotten, when the huge and messy past is wiped out.

After years of foundation, his most original side is revealed again.

clean.

A temperament even more transparent than that of the original brave man who was as sunny as day.

Zhu Fu Jingguang stood at the door in a daze, and for a moment he even forgot to breathe.

Until that pair of calm heterochromatic eyes looked at him.

In a trance,

Zhu Fu Jingguang felt that he saw the evolution of time with the rising and setting of the sun and the moon, the movement of the stars, and the changes in the world.

Zhu Fu Jingguang felt his head sink as if he was hit by an invisible force, but the feeling quickly dissipated.

Before he could take a closer look, the young man on the hospital bed withdrew his gaze and went back to listening to the little detective who was talking nonstop beside him.

"Your name is Yun Xianhe, you are our friend, the president of Fuyun Group, and a novelist with the pen name "Xianyun Yehe"..."

Conan told all the basic information he knew about Yun Xianhe.

Yun Xianhe, who was sitting and feeling a little tired, leaned naturally against the wall and listened to Conan's words with a very patient expression.

Even after the other person finished speaking, he considerately took the water from the table, which he didn't know who had poured it and when, and handed it to the other person.

Conan took the cup and took a sip, and then there was a moment of silence.

After all, the expression of the person in front of me didn't change from beginning to end.

There is a sense of kindness and relaxed leisure, which is hard to grasp.

If it weren't for the wrong location, Conan would have thought that they were not in a hospital ward, but in a beautiful temple.

...and the person in front of him,

At any moment, you may ascend to heaven and disappear like smoke.

This otherworldly feeling inexplicably made Conan a little scared, so he stepped forward and directly grabbed Yun Xianhe's hand that was on his lower abdomen.

The jade-like fingertips feel cool to the touch, but still have a sense of reality.

"Brother Xianhe, do you remember anything?"

The young man, who should be the one who knew that he was now called Yun Xianhe, looked at him and shook his head calmly:

"No."

I can't remember, my mind is blank.

Moreover, after the other party finished speaking, there seemed to be even more blank spaces in his mind.

After all, apart from the knowledge that could be used for the identities mentioned by the other party, there were still many things in his mind that had no place to go.

"Xianhe, do you still remember who I am?"

Zhu Fu Jingguang, who had been standing at the door without saying a word, walked over.

Yun Xianhe stared at the face for a while, and asked in an almost nasal voice:

"Ok?"

It was obvious that he didn't know him.

I can’t tell what the mood is.

Perhaps because Yun Xianhe had also lost his memory last time, Zhu Fu Jingguang quickly calmed down.

"It's okay. I'm Midorikawa Hikaru, your personal assistant, Xianhe."

A very brief self-introduction.

Yun Xianhe nodded slightly when he heard this, to show that he understood.

Megure, who was standing by, glanced at Yun Xianhe, and his intuition told him to say:

"Brother Xianhe should be a little tired. It's late today. Why don't we go back today?"

Zhu Fu Jingguang naturally noticed Yun Xianhe's sleepy look and nodded.

Just as he was about to say that he would stay and watch, Conan at the side took the lead:

"I'm going to stay here tonight to take care of Brother Xianhe!"

The child's voice was loud and firm.

But unfortunately, his determination seems a little insufficient because of his current age.

In the end, Xiaolan persuaded him to take him away.

Yun Xianhe watched them leave and yawned lazily, then looked at his hand wrapped in gauze.

…So strange.

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As the president of Fuyun Group, Yun Xianhe's ward is naturally a high-end ward.

There is even a room outside specifically for caregivers.

This resulted in Zhu Fu Jingguang perfectly missing the other party when he ran out of the yard.

Three o'clock in the morning.

A person in a hospital gown and barefoot walked down the stairs slowly.

The midsummer with heavy rain yesterday has turned into the depths of winter without us noticing.

The thinly dressed boy shivered involuntarily when the cold wind blew directly on his face.

Yun Xianhe was confused for a moment when he realized his reaction. Then he walked calmly to the garden in the hospital where patients usually took a walk and found a bench to sit down.

Get out of that boxy space.

Only when he actually sat in an open area surrounded by trees did the strange feeling of discomfort in his heart ease a little.

But it has not been completely eliminated.

Scattered snowflakes fell from the sky, reflecting tiny rays of light under the street lights.

Yun Xianhe looked up blankly, then raised his hand to catch it.

Even though his body temperature was very low, the snowflake could not withstand the temperature of the human world and turned into a drop of water on his pale palm.

The boy, who understood the principle behind this phenomenon, tilted his head in confusion.

I always feel like...it shouldn't be like this?

As an ordinary person, common sense is running smoothly.

The sealed common sense of the hero and the common sense of the foundation are silent, silently influencing the mood.

A migraine mixed with a high fever interrupted my thoughts.

Yun Xianhe quietly put down his hands, leaned back, and looked past the street lights to the sky that had just lit up and was still dark.

After a while,

The lips, which had turned a little purple due to the cold, were slightly pursed.

"who am I?"

Yun Xianhe, Yun Xianhe...those people said that this was his name.

He is a CEO and a novelist.

But very strange.

What's missing...what's missing?

The person who couldn't remember tilted his head in confusion, and tapped his head with his bony fingers slightly bent, which was painful, he couldn't tell whether it was from his own pain or the wind.

What's missing...

The high fever that had just subsided came back again and again.

The sleepy man yawned and was confused for a moment.

Finally, I followed my heart, closed my eyes, and fell asleep peacefully in the cold wind mixed with light snow.

at the same time.

Zhu Fu Jingguang, who was in the lounge, was suddenly awakened by a nightmare.

He almost subconsciously wanted to take a look at Yun Xianhe's condition.

However, the people in the house had long disappeared.

Beside the bed, someone unplugged the monitor because of the noise, and his panicked expression was reflected on the screen:

"Xianhe?!"