Conan: I'm just an ordinary novelist

In the kitchen, Xiaolan and Morobushi Keimitsu were working together to prepare lunch, and Hagiwara Kenji was also helping to process some ingredients.

The three were busy in the kitchen.

in the living room,

The brave man, who was placed in the small corner where he usually stayed by Zhufu Jingguang, was now staring at the little detective.

Conan, who was entrusted with an important task (taking care of the child), looked at Yun Xianhe, whose face gradually lost expression, and hurriedly coaxed him:

"Brother Xianhe, can we wait until we finish lunch before eating ice cream?"

"why?"

He is very hungry.

Yun Xianhe tilted his head and looked at Conan who was looking around and scratching his head. He reached over him and took a piece of dried meat from the table.

This is what Zhu Fu Jingguang took out from the kitchen not long ago, and he said it was an edible snack.

Very tough jerky with moderate saltiness.

Just one bite and Yun Xianhe's eyes lit up slightly.

good to eat.

Looking at the man chewing the jerky slowly, Conan took the opportunity to say:

"Because eating ice cream on an empty stomach is bad for the stomach, Brother Xianhe, you are still sick, you need to take care of your body."

Gululu...

The little detective's abdomen made a subtle sound.

Conan, who hadn't eaten properly since last night because he was worried about Yun Xianhe, quickly covered his stomach, feeling a little embarrassed.

Yun Xianhe, who had been attracted by the dried meat, did not notice the awkwardness on his face. He just paused slightly after hearing the voice, then picked up a piece of dried meat and handed it to the other party.

"for you."

Looking at the piece of dried meat handed to him, Conan looked up at Yun Xianhe.

The latter's cheeks were bulging and his eyes were clear and bright.

"No, I'm not very hungry yet. Brother Xianhe, you eat first."

There were only a few pieces of dried meat in that small plate, and it was obvious that Zhu Fu Jingguang gave it to Yun Xianhe to satisfy his craving.

And in order to allow the other person to eat well, the quantity was obviously controlled.

Yun Xianhe looked at Conan who was waving his hand to refuse with some surprise, stuffed the jerky into his hand, and said firmly:

"You are hungry."

So you need to eat.

If you don't eat, you will die.

“…Thank you, Brother Xianhe…”

Conan, who was pinching the jerky, felt complicated for a moment.

He was right. Brother Xianhe was a purely kind person by nature.

The amnesiac Yun Xianhe is currently in a heartless state. He is completely unaware of Conan's nonsense and his main focus is just eating.

But just as Conan thought, a small plate of jerky could at most satisfy the other party's craving.

The hungry man looked around but found no other food.

The aroma of food gradually wafted from the kitchen.

The person who was about to get up remembered Zhu Fu Jingguang's instructions before going to the kitchen - wait in the living room for a while.

The person who didn't know if he could enter the kitchen hesitated for a moment and sat back down.

A pair of heterochromatic eyes stared intently at the closed kitchen sliding door, as if trying to penetrate the frosted glass.

Out of the corner of my eye, I caught sight of a large black and white furry thing in the corner.

Yun Xianhe was stunned for a moment, then turned his head to look over.

I saw a dog lying on a soft cushion, its tongue sticking out in its sleep.

Conan, who had just finished eating some dried meat, followed Yun Xianhe's line of sight and introduced:

"That's the dog you raised, Brother Xianhe. His name is Banzhuan. We still have some time before dinner. Brother Xianhe, do you want to play with him for a while?"

The little detective had a very good idea.

As long as you use other things to divert Brother Xianhe's attention, he won't always think about eating ice cream.

When Yun Xianhe heard Conan say that the dog was his, he slowly stood up, walked to the doghouse, squatted down, and poked the dog's round belly with his finger.

This poor little creature, who originally had no food to eat in the mountains, was raised to be fat and strong in a short period of time after arriving at Yun Xianhe's home.

Banzhuan, who was dreaming about chasing a chicken leg, felt as if something cold was touching his belly.

The snoring was forced to interrupt.

The familiar smell made Banzhuan wag his tail subconsciously.

The sleepy and stupid wolf yawned with its mouth wide open. Before it opened its eyes, its head had already arched next to Yun Xianhe's hand, and the whole wolf was whimpering.

Yun Xianhe obediently hugged the huge head, and after being stunned for a while, he rubbed it twice.

So soft...

The brick that was being rubbed on the head became more and more aggressive and kept trying to get into Yun Xianhe's arms.

Yun Xianhe, who was knocked to the ground, blinked blankly and glanced at the brick that was acting cute and coquettish.

dog?

No, his eyes told him, this was a dyed wolf.

“This is not a dog.”

Thinking so, he said so.

Conan, who was standing by, was stunned for a moment when he heard this and looked at the brick carefully.

Not... a dog? Then it can't be a wolf, right?

"Really? Brother Xianhe said before that Banzhuan was an abandoned dog, so he brought him back."

Hearing this, Yun Xianhe lowered his head and glanced at the brick.

The latter had no idea what they were saying. He tilted his head, stuck out his tongue, and drooled on the floor. His ice-blue eyes showed clear stupidity.

"Yeah, it's a dog."

Although he lost his memory and doesn't know the reason, since Conan said that he once said that a brick was a dog, then it must be a dog.

Yun Xianhe didn't think too much about it as he thought so. He rubbed the silly wolf's head with a somewhat clumsy technique.

In fact, it doesn’t matter whether it is a dog or a wolf.

After all, in the eyes of the cornerstone, they are all shiny, warm, weak creatures.

The person who didn't remember that he was the cornerstone didn't understand why he felt that the creature in front of him was glowing for a moment. He just reached out and caught the knot that Banzhuan brought over.

He watched Yun Xianhe pick up the brick with a rope and make a lunge, then he hunched his body and tilted his head to look at him.

Yun Xianhe's gaze was fixed on Banzhuan's constantly shaking tail.

Conan on the side gently reminded:

"Brother Xianhe, I think it wants you to throw the knot out, and then it will pick it up. Well... this is a way to play with a pet."

Hearing this, Yun Xianhe blinked and pointed to Banzhuan at the knot in his hand.

The brick was very excited to see that its owner was finally willing to play with it. It turned around and jumped a little.

"Awooo!" (I'm ready!)

After going over how to play this game in his mind, Yun Xianhe raised his hand and threw the knot to the other side of the living room:

"Pick it up, brick."

"Wang!"

Upon hearing the command, Banzhuan leaped out, picked up the knot and returned to Yun Xianhe quickly.

One could even see a hint of pride in its brisk little steps.

The man who put the knot back on the brick next to Yun Xianhe sat upright, looking as if asking for praise.

It’s a pity that Yun Xianhe, who had lost his memory, didn’t remember to praise his puppy.

After waiting for a long time without seeing Yun Xianhe patting his chest or the brick on his head, he tilted his head in confusion and simply took the initiative to attack, rubbing directly on the other person's arm.

After watching for a long time, Yun Xianhe gradually understood what the other party meant and gave him a pat on the head.