Conan: I'm just an ordinary novelist

snap,

The sound of a soda bottle falling on the beach is not very crisp.

Just like the boy’s confused mind at this moment.

I can’t remember… I still can’t remember anything.

But when he heard this word, Yun Xianhe felt as if his soul resonated and his blood boiled.

His whole body was clamoring for him to respond to this title.

Compared to "president", "writer", "genius", and even the name.

A title that made him care more.

"Brave", "brave", "brave"...

The roaring waves seem like echoes surging from a deep valley.

Deep in their minds, countless voices interweave and interweave, mixed with surging and chaotic emotions, loudly calling out to the one person who will always respond to them:

[“My dear hero!”]

The empty heterochromatic eyes seemed to be tinged with some color at this moment.

However, the expression on the boy's face was still confused and bewildered.

The slender, white fingers subconsciously clenched the fabric around her chest.

It seems like it wants to cover something, or it seems like it wants to protect something.

Or it could be pure pain.

My heart was beating restlessly, like thunder and drums, stimulating my migraine which had not yet healed and causing waves of attacks.

"I am a brave man."

Yun Xianhe's throat was dry and he muttered unconsciously.

He accepted the title without any doubt.

however……

Why do I feel so uncomfortable?

Those unprovoked emotions overlapped with the real sound of the waves, constantly impacting his soul, as if to drown him.

The pain of amnesia came over me belatedly.

What did he lose...what did he lose?

My heart feels heavy.

Although he had no injuries, his chest felt empty, as if his heart had been dug out.

Only a big dark hole was left, into which the sea breeze rushed, making a mournful howl.

Conan, who was standing by, had no idea what Yun Xianhe was thinking.

He only knew that after he said those two words, the person in front of him was completely stunned, then he covered his heart with his hand, and his face became paler and paler.

Transparent tears slid down her cheeks and shattered on the pink, sandy flesh of the watermelon in her arms.

Conan, who witnessed this scene, widened his eyes in disbelief.

...crying, Xianhe brother is crying? !

In just a few seconds,

The person who was sitting by the sea enjoying a peaceful life just now suddenly became fragile.

It seemed to be broken into pieces by the last rays of sunset.

Conan quickly stood up and reached out to hold Yun Xianhe's shaking shoulders.

He reached out to wipe away the other person's tears in a panic, and called out the other person's name anxiously:

"Brother Xianhe? Brother Xianhe! What's wrong with you?!"

The sincere and heartfelt voice did not bring the other party back to his senses.

The tinnitus caused by migraine cuts off contact with the outside world.

After a brief period of emptiness,

Unexplained sadness, unknown joy, inexplicable disgust...all kinds of emotions in the world intertwined and surged into Yun Xianhe's heart, even causing him to dry heave out of instinct.

And the violent shocks caused by the backlash of "forgetting" also exploded at this moment.

Yun Xianhe tried to recall something, but he felt a sharp pain in his heart, as if it was broken.

The watermelon in his hand fell to the ground.

Yun Xianhe couldn't help it after all. He covered his chest with both hands, half hunched over, and breathed with his mouth half open in pain.

Forgot something?

It hurts so much...

His heart,

I'm not injured, why does it hurt so much?

Who is calling him? Who is talking?

What are these emotions...

Unable to respond, unable to pursue.

A huge source of emotion filled his body, and the boy, unable to understand, let his tears fall onto the beach.

The blurred vision almost collapsed around the brown mark on the white sand, and he murmured unconsciously:

"pain……"

however,

I can’t find an outlet to vent, and I can’t find a direction to rely on.

In a trance, it felt like someone was choking my throat and I was suffocating to the point of death.

"Hurt? Does it hurt a lot?! Does your heart hurt?!"

Conan, who was standing by, was extremely worried and quickly turned around to call out to Zhu Fushige Kagemitsu on the other side:

"Mr. Midorikawa!!!"

Everyone who was originally chatting and laughing while preparing for the barbecue was stunned.

Zhu Fu Jingguang, who was called by a fake name, reacted the fastest and rushed towards the two people almost instantly.

"What's wrong?!"

"Brother Xianhe said he felt uncomfortable with his heart!"

The sounds in my ears became increasingly blurred.

Yun Xianhe felt as if someone had forcibly lifted him up from the ground, and in a trance it seemed as if someone had fed him medicine.

However, he was like a sculpture, maintaining the posture of protecting his chest from beginning to end.

Until he heard a crisp clicking sound from the core of this body.

He completely lost consciousness.

·

"I fainted due to the huge emotional fluctuations."

The doctor gave his conclusion.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief when they heard this.

When Yun Xianhe fainted just now, they thought he had suffered cardiac arrest.

However, in fact, the other party just fainted suddenly.

Just in case, they rushed the person to the hospital.

After confirming that the other party was really fine, the doctor told the patient to have a good rest and left.

Zhu Fu Jingguang, who was standing at the door of the ward, glanced at the person lying on the bed through the glass on the door, rubbed his eyebrows, and asked Conan with a headache:

"What happened just now?"

"...Brother Xianhe asked me about everything that happened in his past, and I told him that he once called himself a "hero."

Zhu Fu Jingguang paused when he heard this.

On the other hand, Matsuda Jinpei raised his eyebrows and asked in confusion:

"that is it?"

"Ah."

"Strange…"

I don't understand.

Those who had never known each other's past could not understand the importance of this title to Yun Xianhe.

Those unknown glory, loneliness, betrayal, and cherishment...

Countless emotions are woven and entangled in this title, which has accompanied that person for thousands of years.

It’s so heavy, just like life.

After trying to analyze it, Conan said softly:

"Perhaps, Brother Xianhe's former friend left too deep an impression on him."

Therefore, even if the other party has lost his memory, he will feel pain as long as he touches anything related to those people.

Conan's expression darkened when he thought of this.

It’s all his fault. If he hadn’t said that, Brother Xianhe wouldn’t have become like this.

"Don't worry, maybe... after Xiaoyun wakes up, he can recover some of his memories?"

Kenji Hagiwara on the side rubbed the little guy's head and comforted him with a few words.

Everyone was stunned when they heard this, and then they suddenly realized.

Yes.

The opportunity to restore memory is to allow the other person to access the deeper things in his memory.

So... was this a coincidence?

Xiaolan beside him also comforted him:

"If Xianhe-kun can remember something after waking up this time, it will be Conan's credit."

"Not bad, kid, you're really good at it."

Yuanzi also said something.

Conan just smiled forcedly after hearing these words.