Conan: I'm just an ordinary novelist

"How was it? Any impression?"

Xiaolan and Yuanzi looked at Yun Xianhe with anticipation.

But the latter's shaking head broke their expectations.

No impression at all.

Nothing comes to mind.

Seeing that the mood of several people was depressed for a moment, Conan, who was sitting next to Yun Xianhe, hurriedly comforted them:

"It's okay, Brother Xianhe. I'm sure you'll remember it one day. Brother Xianhe, you can take advantage of this period of amnesia to have a good rest."

Hearing this, Yun Xianhe looked at Conan with some curiosity:

“Am I usually busy?”

"Uh……"

Busy...right?

Conan doesn't know either.

But every time he looked for Yun Xianhe, the other party had time.

Moreover, when I went to Brother Xianhe's house to see him on weekdays, he was basically either reading or playing games.

Occasionally, I might prune the flowers and fruit trees in the yard, or play with bricks for a while, or sit on the porch and bask in the sun...

hiss--

Why do I feel like I am living in retirement?

busy?

I feel like this word doesn’t fit Yun Xianhe at all?

Before Conan could continue thinking, Zhu Fu Jingguang on the side spoke first, and said quite seriously:

"Xianhe is very busy."

Behind their backs, I don't know what is being deployed.

Even though the other party was at home every day, Zhu Fu Jingguang could still sense from his communication with Amuro Toru that there was an invisible force that was forcing the winery little by little.

They were not on the other party's list of "people who could help", so naturally they had no chance to learn about the other party's entire arrangement.

Thinking of this, Zhu Fu Jingguang lowered his eyes in annoyance.

As an adult, this feeling of being protected in all directions is still a bit uncomfortable.

But this person is Yun Xianhe.

There is nothing they can do.

Conan, who was standing aside, had no idea what Zhufu Jingguang was thinking.

He looked at Yun Xianhe who was still taking apart the crab and scratched the back of his head.

Well...Mr. Midorikawa is Brother Xianhe's personal assistant and spends more time with Brother Xianhe on weekdays.

Since the other party says he is busy, it must be true.

Yun Xianhe, who got the answer on the side, was stunned for a moment.

Ah... So he used to be a very busy person?

Yun Xianhe, who has lost his memory, actually doesn't have much curiosity about anything in the outside world.

Sometimes, it's more muscle memory that drives him to do something.

For example, when I pick up shells on the beach, when I see snow, I subconsciously want to make a snowball, when I get a book, I open it...

after?

There doesn’t have to be a follow-up.

Because he didn't know what the point was.

Now when someone tells him he needs a break, he treats that muscle memory as part of his job that he had forgotten.

Yun Xianhe, who seemed to have figured it out, became even more heartless and turned around to continue dismantling the crabs.

Don’t say it, this thing is delicious, but it’s really hard to peel.

Hope the BBQ tonight will be better.

Seeing Yun Xianhe, who remained calm throughout the whole process, everyone felt relieved for a short while.

What is the most impactful aspect of memory loss?

If Xiaolan, who also suffered amnesia, were asked to answer this question, it would probably be the fear and confusion of knowing nothing about the past.

And the kindness and care that the people around me treat me like a porcelain doll at all times.

The combination of the two is enough to keep the amnesiac awake and unable to sleep every night.

Keep asking yourself this question over and over again.

Who am I, what have I done, and what will I do in the future.

Is he a good guy or a bad guy?

What is the basis for those people's kindness to me?

One day, two days...over the years, it's enough to make people breathless.

Yun Xianhe's current condition looks very good.

Although it seems that he is paying too little attention to the outside world.

But as long as they give the other party time, Zhu Fushi Jingguang and Conan believe that

Even if the other person can't remember anything, he will once again become that optimistic and cheerful boy who sometimes inexplicably has a bit of a second-year syndrome and shouts that he is a "hero".

Even this time.

Perhaps, he no longer needs to bear the burden of the cruel past that he felt just by hearing about it, and can live more freely and easily.

Everyone kept silent tacitly.

Time passed and after lunch everyone returned to the beach.

Building sand castles, playing beach volleyball, playing watermelon...

"A little to the left, Brother Xianhe, a little more to the left."

"Right, right! Xiaoyun, move a little further to the right!"

"You've gone too far! Go back to the left!"

"Okay, don't move!"

"Come back a little more!"

"Xiao Zhenping, you are looking in the wrong direction!"

……

"Do you know how to command?"

Sonoko looked at Conan, Hagiwara Kenji and Matsuda Jinpei, who were standing behind Yun Xianhe and giving orders enthusiastically, and complained with her half-moon eyes.

Xiaolan on the side smiled helplessly, and silently pulled Yuanzi to the side to avoid blocking Yun Xianhe.

Yun Xianhe, with a towel covering his eyes and a wooden stick in his hand, kept adjusting his position according to the words of the people behind him.

Only after he stood still did he tilt his head to the right and ask:

“Why don’t you use a knife to cut the watermelon?”

In fact, Zhu Fujingguang, who was standing on his left, saw this and smiled and said:

"It's just a way of playing. We didn't play this last time, but Xianhe can try it this time."

Hearing this, Yun Xianhe nodded and didn't hesitate any more.

Conan, who was standing behind him, gestured to indicate the direction between him and Watermelon, and after confirming that they were in a straight line, he spoke:

"Brother Xianhe, walk two meters straight forward and you can start the fight!"

"Is this Xiaoyun's first time playing the watermelon game? It feels like it's worth commemorating!"

Kenji Hagiwara, who was standing by, had taken out a video camera at some point and was adjusting his position to film Yun Xianhe.

Matsuda Jinpei looked at Yun Xianhe who was walking towards Xigua and shouted:

"Go Xianhe! Destroy the watermelon with one strike!"

wipe out?

Yun Xianhe was stunned when he heard this, but he still agreed:

"it is good."

"Eliminate or something... Isn't it a bad idea for you to say that, Zhenping?"

Holding a video camera, Kenji Hagiwara pointed the camera at his friend standing beside him.

The latter crossed his arms, raised his chin slightly, still wearing the familiar sunglasses on his face, and spoke in an arrogant tone (?):

"what is the relationship?"

"Hahahaha, that's true."

No, maybe it is related.

Zhu Fujingguang, who was standing on the other side, always felt as if something uncontrollable was about to happen.

Yun Xianhe walked a few steps and then stopped, weighing the stick in his hand:

"here?"

Conan glanced at the watermelon that was almost under the tip of the stick held by the other party and nodded:

"That's right! Just knock it down!"

"come on!"

"Blow it up!"

There are also Xiaolan and Sonoko to support them.

In the distance, Maori Kogoro, who was slightly drunk and lying on a beach chair, looked at them with half-moon eyes and snorted:

“What a bunch of kids who haven’t grown up.”

Hearing Conan's command, Yun Xianhe raised the wooden stick in his hand high.

There were some shallow scars on the arms that were not covered by the sleeves, which were quite eye-catching against the porcelain-like skin.