Conan: I'm just an ordinary novelist

Compared to his usual habit of hiding his emotions, Yun Xianhe, who has lost his memory, is very easy to understand.

Just like this time,

That face almost looked like it had the words "not tasty" carved on it.

After Yun Xianhe swallowed the ball of sushi, his brows lowered a little and the hand holding the chopsticks did not move.

Unappetizing.

The heterochromatic eyes easily passed over the two objects and refocused on the perfectly cut small octopus sausage.

Before he could make another move, Zhu Fu Jingguang stopped him.

"If Xianhe doesn't like it, don't eat it. Can we go home and eat it later?"

Hearing this, Yun Xianhe nodded and obediently put down his chopsticks.

The hand covered with medical tape gently rubbed his stomach twice.

Empty.

Seeing his actions, Zhu Fu Jingguang quickened his pace of packing.

Then he handed the clothes that Conan had brought home to Yun Xianhe and asked him to change into them.

While Yun Xianhe was changing clothes, Zhu Fu Jingguang outside the ward gave Xiaolan some money and a list of ingredients.

"Sorry to bother you, Xiaolan."

"No trouble."

Xiaolan hurried away with the list.

It’s her fault. She shouldn’t have bought food from the nearby restaurants. She should have gone to the restaurant that Xianhejun often went to.

The kind girl felt a little guilty and thought that she must help later.

Conan, who had taken the initiative to stay, waited until Xiaolan's figure disappeared around the corner of the corridor before asking Zhufu Jingguang about the situation:

"How about it?"

The person being asked shook his head, then chuckled. It was hard to tell whether his tone was one of relief or something else:

"At least he's obedient."

It's much better than the last time when he looked cold and unapproachable.

Although I talk less.

Hearing this, Conan pursed his lips and sighed after a while:

"you're right."

At least this time, they don't have to worry about Yun Xianhe running away alone, nor do they have to worry about him doing something dangerous without telling them.

Of course, when Conan sees that man getting into trouble obediently later, he will realize how naive his current thoughts are.

However, the brave man who currently answers every question is still a good boy in front of them.

The good child changed his clothes and followed Zhu Fu Jingguang to complete the discharge procedures.

The attending doctor watched them leave and was about to say something, but the next second he saw the person who was wrapped like a ball break away from his side and reach out to grab the snow on the bushes beside the courtyard gate.

The attending doctor's eye twitched and he looked down at the medical record folder in his hand.

Arthritis is a question mark...

The patient didn't feel any discomfort, so it should be just mild?

Unfortunately, those who refused to cooperate with treatment did not give him the opportunity to be diagnosed.

The joints of the white fingertips felt a little numb after touching the cold snowflakes.

Yun Xianhe ignored it and reached out to grab a handful of snow, then slowly rolled them into a small ball.

The person holding the snowball was confused for a moment.

Then, what to do?

The man who moved entirely by physical instinct was stunned again.

Zhu Fu Jingguang took a look and saw that the other party did not do anything dangerous, so he did not interfere.

He had already made Yun Xianhe wear as thick clothes as possible.

It’s okay to play with such a small snowball and let the other person warm up his fingers after a while.

I should first ask the second-year students where they are.

Conan, who had been following Yun Xianhe out of concern, saw that the other party was in a daze, and couldn't help but look at the little snowball a few more times.

According to past habits, Brother Xianhe would probably drag him to play snowball fights and build snowmen.

Or play a little prank or something.

Now you are standing still... Did you remember something?

Conan didn't guess right this time.

The life of Jishi is very boring, watching everything change, chatting with small animals, basking in the sun, and being caught in the rain...

It was not until later when the other party stepped into the human world that it learned what humans called playing and joking.

At the very beginning, the other party did not understand the concept of "play".

Just like now.

Yun Xianhe, who has lost his memories of interacting with all kinds of people and has forgotten his own cornerstone identity, is like a lost person with a huge knowledge system in his hands.

I don’t know the meaning, I don’t know the direction.

Some things can only be started, and you have no idea what follow-up actions should or can be taken.

But the existence of the knowledge system is still useful.

Just like.

Now Yun Xianhe looked at the snow, and a bunch of information popped up in his mind:

It is formed by condensation of water vapor in the air. Common ways to play with it include making snowmen, having snowball fights, skiing, playing pranks, etc.

In terms of taste, snow is similar to shaved ice, but it is not recommended for consumption because...

After a long string of related knowledge flashed by.

Yun Xianhe looked down at the snowball in his hand and compared it with the shaved ice.

It seems... delicious?

hungry.

Not recommended = edible = can try a bite

Yun, who has a clear mind (?), plans to give it a try.

"Brother Xianhe?!"

Conan was lost in his thoughts when he came to his senses and saw Yun Xianhe trying to put the snow into his mouth.

The young detective frantically grabbed the other person's arm and jumped up in anxiety.

Yun Xianhe, who was grabbed, staggered.

He selectively ignored the soreness in his ankles and knees, and looked at Conan in confusion.

Seeing that the other person was staring at his hands, the person who thought he understood stopped eating.

Without any hesitation, Yun Xianhe directly handed the snowball in his hand to Conan:

"for you."

He probably wants to eat, right?

This person has something bright about him, so he is a good person and you can get close to him.

Take care of the weak.

Why do you think the other person is bright?

It's obviously not glowing, and humans can't glow either.

Yun Xianhe was stunned again when he suddenly thought of this question.

Looking at the snowball that was about to go into his mouth, Conan shook his head decisively:

"I do not want."

"Oh."

Then he can eat it.

Yun Xianhe came back to his senses and thought so, and decided to continue stuffing the snow into his mouth.

Let him have a taste of what it tastes like.

Conan, who was hanging on his arm, was carried to a certain height in the air.

"?!"

Even though I lost my memory, my strength is still as strong as ever...

No, now is not the time to lament about this!

"Brother Xianhe, do you want to eat ice cream?"

The person being asked paused for a moment while putting something in his mouth and fell into thought.

Do you want to eat? Why? Because you are hungry?

So hungry...

Seeing this, Conan quickly said:

"How about I treat Brother Xianhe to some ice cream later? It's much more delicious than this! And if you eat ice, you'll easily get sick, and then you'll have to stay in the hospital again."

Hearing this, Yun Xianhe blinked and lowered his eyes to look at the white snowball in his hand.

There will be dust mixed in it.

Dust can make people sick.

Just then a gust of cold wind blew by, causing a throbbing pain in my temple.

Yun Xianhe decisively let go, allowing the round little snowball to fall back into the snow on the bushes.

Can't eat it...

The people who felt sorry for him did not forget to help the little detective who had already flown into the air back to the ground.

He recalled what Conan had just said, reached into his pocket, and found a new wallet.

That was put in by Zhu Fu Jingguang when he was packing up just now.

It is said that his original wallet had gone missing, and this was Yun Xianhe's spare wallet that Zhu Fu Jingguang took from home this morning.

He opened it, glanced at the cards of various colors, pulled out a banknote with the largest denomination from the innermost layer and handed it to Conan.

"exchange."