Conan: I'm just an ordinary novelist

The person who was still speaking with great ambitions last night, today...

I caught a cold and had a fever.

Yun Xianhe attributed his collapse this time to = running outside to get some fresh air after eating a hot meal + overworking his brain.

A fatal blow from the double impact.

"Mr. Guang, I feel I need to prove that I'm not that weak."

"Hai Hai - what would you like for lunch?"

"…Shrimp porridge with fried dumplings?"

"Okay, Xianhe, take this opportunity to get some sleep. I'll call you when lunch is ready."

Yun, who felt dizzy, sniffed and felt that he could still struggle.

For example, move to the corridor downstairs and lie down to bask in the sun.

"If he catches a cold again and his condition gets worse, Xianhe will have to go to the hospital."

"..."

A brave man who was eager to try withdrew one leg.

Zhu Fu Jingguang placed the half-dry towel on Yun Xianhe's forehead, and carefully tucked the quilt for him before leaving.

Yun Xianhe, who was lying in bed, groaned for a moment, and found himself with nothing to do. He was bored and began to annoy Tiandao:

'I'm boring.'

Xiao Tiandao, who was trying to change the program in a small dark room but failed, pulled out a handful of his hair.

[…Mr. Yun, Conan is outside your house.]

"what??!"

Ding-dong-

The moment the doorbell rang, Yun Xianhe sat up from the bed, tiptoed to the window and looked down.

"Really... Why did Conan come to see me today? There can't be a murder in my house, haha..."

Yun Xianhe rolled his eyes and made a complaint.

After seeing Zhu Fu Jingguang open the door and welcome Conan in, he said to himself, "Oh no!" and quickly ran back to the bed and lay down.

Just as I put the wet towel diagonally on my head, I heard the footsteps of two people coming up the stairs outside, mixed with faint voices.

"Xianhe is sick... he should not be asleep yet..."

"...That guy's resistance is too weak..."

It’s not that he doesn’t have it, he can fight forty of them alone!

Knock, knock,

"Xianhe, Conan is here to see you."

"Enter."

When Conan heard Yun Xianhe's heavy nasal tone, he knew that this invitation was probably impossible.

"Moriya Teiji? Second? Why not first? What a strange name... Does Mr. Guang know this person?"

“I remember a very famous architect.”

"Oh--"

I've never heard of it.

Yun Xianhe, who had a blind spot in his knowledge, sniffed and looked at Conan with empty eyes:

"Do you think I'm the type of person who likes to attend afternoon teas hosted by people I don't know? And even if it's hosted by someone I know, if there are a lot of people I don't know at the party, I won't be too eager to go."

It's so tiring to have to keep pretending to be polite for the whole afternoon.

"I thought you'd want to come with me. Well, let's wait until you're well again."

Conan laughed twice with his crescent eyes, and I don’t know if he was making fun of Yun Xianhe’s frequent illness.

Yun Xianhe rolled his eyes at him, tremblingly stretched out his hand from under the quilt and hung on Conan:

"Be careful or I'll come to find you in my dreams in the middle of the night..."

"Hey - Brother Xianhe, don't scare people."

"Haha, cough cough cough! Give me some water..."

"..."

After chatting for a while, Conan noticed that Yun Xianhe was a little tired, so he stood up and said goodbye.

Yun Xianhe, who was the only one left lying on the bed, yawned, turned over and curled himself up in the quilt.

Let’s check the man named Moriya Teiji after we wake up.

·

[“Ayun, it’s time to go.”]

The sleeping hero frowned and opened his eyes with difficulty.

The sunlight danced on the young man's beige hair. The moment he opened his eyes, his blue eyes curved up, and the tone of his voice rose slightly:

"Get up, Ayun. If you don't leave now, you won't be able to leave the "Shiyu Plain" before sunset."

Yun Xianhe looked at the person who was so close to him, and after a while he tentatively called out:

"sun?"

"Huh? What's wrong? Why do you look so dull? Are you sick?"

Yun Xianhe was about to shake his head when a slightly cool hand gently rested on his forehead.

"Ah He, are you dizzy from the sun?"

"…You must be the ghost who is getting sunburned. You are so warm even though you are wrapped up so tightly."

"Magicians don't get heat stroke."

Sun looked at the two people in front of him helplessly, and took out the big magic wand that was taller than him from the mustard seed space:

"Alright, alright, come on, group therapy—"

"Huh? Someone's sick?"

"No, it's just to make everyone more energetic for the next journey."

Hearing this, Cotton nodded in understanding.

The guide who was surveying the direction was obviously still a little worried, and reached out to touch the foreheads of the ghost and the brave one by one.

"Fortunately."

"Uncle Shitou, come here quickly."

"Hey! It's coming, it's coming!"

Yun Xianhe, who was surrounded by five people, blinked, as if he had not yet come to his senses.

He looked at the sun standing in front of him, sticking his magic wand on the ground, lowering his brows and chanting a long spell.

Golden runes floated up and surrounded the other person.

""wind""

call--

The leaves above their heads began to rustle, and unknown petals floated from afar and landed on the brave men's shoulders and hair, tearing away the heat from everyone's bodies.

Yun Xianhe squinted his eyes, feeling the healing magic flowing into his body with the wind, and let out a sigh of relief.

"Thank you, sun. Are you tired?"

"It's okay. Wind has the lowest group healing amount. It's just a small matter for this level."

A magician nearby was eager to try.

He felt that he should have understood the guiding fluctuations of the healing magic and the direction of the mental power!

Sun, who saw what the other party was going to do at a glance, put away his magic wand, put his hands on his hips and said:

"Don't learn it casually. The last time you summoned a tornado, Ghost, it destroyed half of the Dark Mist Forest."

"Ahem, okay."

Cotton watched helplessly as the ghost took back the baton:

"Really... Why are you, a battle mage, always so curious about the magic of the healing mage? The scrolls are all different."

"You don't understand, Cotton. There's no end to learning. Besides, I'm a genius, so I should be able to learn both."

The ghost spoke confidently, and the people around him laughed, but no one denied his words.

Mr. Guide and Uncle Stone patted Ghost on the shoulder at the same time.

Sir: “Come on.”

Uncle Shitou: "I'm counting on you, but next time you play, tell me, I don't want to be blown away again."

"Uncle Stone!"

"Hahahaha!"

Yun Xianhe, who was sitting under a tree, looked at the people laughing and playing, and started laughing too.

However, after just two laughs, my throat felt like it was stuck by something hard and caused a sharp pain.

"Ahem,"

"?! Ah Yun? What's wrong with you?"

The young man covered his mouth with his hands in embarrassment. He looked at the five people in front of him who looked worried, wanting to tell them that he was fine.

But his voice was shattered by the uncontrollable coughing.

The wind suddenly picked up and the sky changed color.

Feeling the temperature of his body dropping rapidly, Yun Xianhe struggled to open his eyes, only to see a large mass of dark clouds looming in the distance.

The raindrops fell, mixed with someone's shallow breathing:

【"it hurts,"】

[“Ooooooo… It hurts…”]

【"Uncle Shitou, Mr....Ayun..."】

[“It hurts…”]

Don’t cry… don’t cry…

The heterochromatic eyes blinked, and the brave man, covered in blood, stood on the ruins in a trance.

He slowly stretched out his hands towards the dark sky, as if wanting to hug the falling sun.

【“Ayun, kill me.”】

Erase his soul and give him true freedom.

The rain was still falling and there was no wind.

The brave man stood there with his whole body cold, listening to the faint cries in his ears.

His half-raised arms tightened slightly, as if he was hugging the thin young man as usual.

[“Ayun,”

He can't.

[“Ayun…”]

don't want…

【“Ayun.”】

"Don't cry..."

"Xianhe? Xianhe! Wake up!"

Zhu Fu Jingguang, who went upstairs to call people for dinner, felt a pang in his heart when he saw Yun Xianhe curled up in the quilt with cold sweat on his forehead.

He shouted several times, but the person who was trapped in the nightmare did not respond at all.

It was not until he saw Yun Xianhe crying and saying "don't cry" that Zhu Fu Jingguang could no longer hold back.

However, just as he was about to pick up the other person and take him to the hospital, the boy who had not responded just now opened his eyes dazedly.

"Xianhe? Are you awake?!"

Still affected by the lingering echo of the dream, Yun Xianhe took a few deep breaths and looked at Zhu Fu Jingguang who was nearby with tearful eyes.

"Xianhe, you are not in good condition now,...Xianhe?"

Zhu Fu Jingguang's body was stiff as he was hugged. He could feel Yun Xianhe's wet cheek buried in his neck, and the heat that could not be ignored.

The brave man who still thought he was in a dream sighed deeply.

Although the tone was smiling, it still had a trembling tone of crying:

"I had a nightmare... Uncle Shitou, please stop the sun from crying..."

It seemed that because Zhu Fu Jingguang did not reply, Yun Xianhe frowned and muttered a few words, and finally even warned:

"Uncle Shitou, why have you lost weight? You need to eat well..."

The man, who was dazed by the fever, struggled to say this sentence, and then fell limply back onto the bed.

Zhu Fu Jingguang quickly reached out to support Yun Xianhe, raised his hand to test the temperature of the other's forehead, and went downstairs with him in his arms.

After working for a whole afternoon, Zhu Fu Jingguang's face could almost be described as gloomy when he finally received a pile of test sheets and medical records handed over by the doctor outside the ward.

"This is the situation. We need to pay more attention to it in normal times."

"…it is good."

Looking through the glass door at the person lying on the bed sleeping uneasily, Zhu Fu Jingguang pinched his nose.

After a while, he let out a long sigh, went to the bathroom to get some water and a wet towel, then came back to wipe the tears from the other person's face.

Looking at Yun Xianhe who frowned and turned his head away, Zhu Fu Jingguang laughed briefly, as if teasing:

"You still say you're not weak? Huh?"

No one answered.

The boy on the bed pursed his lips and frowned, subconsciously resisting the smell of the hospital even in his dreams.

"...I hope you get better soon."