69novels Chapter 165 Not at all
Chapter 165 Not at all
Kyogoku Makoto was very nervous when being stared at by Sonoko, but he remembered what Yun Xianhe said.
So our very obedient karate champion took a deep breath and said seriously:
"From now on, I will protect you until you leave Izu."
"Cough, cough, cough, cough!"
Yun Xianhe was choked by these words and turned his head away with his hands covering his mouth in embarrassment.
His whole shoulders were shaking and even his back was arched, obviously he was choked badly.
It was the first time that someone teased her. She blushed a little when she solemnly said that she would protect her garden. She whispered thank you.
Xiaolan on the side looked at this one, then that one, and always felt that there was a chance between these two.
After receiving the reply, Kyogoku Makoto's face turned a little red. He stood up stiffly and was about to heat up the food for them.
Yun Xianhe, who finally slowed down, took a look at the other person's receding figure, and the acquaintance in front of him, Yuanzi, who was lost in some kind of fantasy.
Face full of complexity.
From the look on his face just now, he thought the other party would confess directly.
In the end, sorry, he was overthinking it.
"Ahem, anyway, this is the situation. Xiaolan, Mr. Guang, in order to eliminate the potential danger, please follow Sonoko closely before we leave."
"it is good."
Zhu Fu Jingguang, who was standing by, glanced at Yun Xianhe for a second, then at the few dishes missing from the table. He silently pushed the unfinished water to him:
"Does your throat hurt?"
"Ahem! It's okay. I just choked on my saliva."
The guilty hero tilted his head and drank water, indicating that he did nothing.
Those spicy dishes are not for him to eat!
It's Conan! Conan eats it!
The hand under the table poked the young detective a few times.
The person who received the signal glanced at Yun Xianhe and a meaningless smile appeared on his face.
It seems a bit weird.
...If you dare tell anyone, I will drag you to play chess all night today.
The little detective who had originally planned to take the opportunity to do something bad smacked his lips in disappointment and finally chose to say nothing.
As for playing chess, let Mr. Midorikawa talk to him.
After enjoying lunch, the group returned to the beach again, but this time there was one more person, Kyogoku Makoto, in the crowd.
Yun Xianhe, who was standing under the parasol, looked at the two awkward people and took a sip of his drink:
"It's great to be young."
"...Xianhe, you are actually a monster, right?"
"What nonsense are you talking about? We should just keep this kind of news to ourselves. There's no need to talk about it all the time."
Zhu Fu Jingguang, who originally thought he could hear some useful information, twitched his mouth.
He should rely on the dream to make his own judgment.
The brave man was obviously unmoved, and the little detective with half-moon eyes laughed twice.
After hearing Xiaolan's call, Conan simply abandoned Yun Xianhe and ran over.
Seeing the other party's unconcealed expression, Yun Xianhe shook his head and clicked his tongue twice:
"It's a pity that Xiaolan didn't pay much attention to Conan, otherwise he would be exposed every day."
"He still needs to be tempered, but for a 17-year-old boy, this mentality is already very good."
Zhu Fu Jingguang commented indifferently.
Hearing this, Yun Xianhe recalled what he was doing when he was actually 17 years old.
Because I skipped a grade, I was already admitted to the university. I felt like I was chopping melons and vegetables in the devil's forest.
...So, is it his problem or Conan's problem?
Hmm - it should be a question of world view.
Yun Xianhe, who always felt that he had seen the truth, yawned lazily, casually put the open pages of the book to his face, and had another date with his dream.
At this time, there are still 9 hours until the end of "Like a Dream".
What should I use these nine hours to recall?
After all, every frame is precious...
Countless scenes flashed before my eyes.
Whether it's laughing, crying, or the rare quarrels.
The vivid imprint of the companions is in the brave man's mind, engraved in his heart, and lives in every corner of his body with his blood.
Speaking habits, facial expression control, subconscious movements, hobbies...
Five-colored flowers grow beneath the white shell of the cornerstone and take root in the soul.
[“As for me, I failed to save those two people because of my stubbornness, so I chose to become a healer. If I don’t work in a hospital, I can set up a stall outside and run a small pharmacy, which would be nice too?”]
[“Becoming an orchestra conductor requires exposure to the public, which is scary just to think about. But a magician can use a baton as a weapon medium, which is not bad. How about becoming a composer?”]
[“If I don’t take risks…I’ll probably open a bookstore? I don’t think anyone has more books than me.”]
[“Before me, there were almost no girls who studied to be beast spirit masters. I studied this just to see if the old man disappeared. But later I felt that this profession was more interesting than adventurer. Ah, of course, it depends on personal preference.”]
[“If I settle down, I will open another flower shop. I was the only one in the heavy armor class who chose to study botany. Humph—you never expected it, I’ll tell you in secret, half of my ancestors were healers.”]
A group of people traveled all over the world chatting and laughing.
Blood moon, meteor shower, cracked sun...
The midnight wind brings the rustle of the long grass of the plains and the low growls of ghosts;
The howling of wolves was accompanied by the roar of the lava giants crawling out of the crater;
A huge root system surrounded by eyeballs poked out from the cracks in the ground, baring its fangs and claws and shouting "Hungry, hungry, hungry!"...
They live in a world where fatal crises can occur at any time and anywhere.
Raise your glass and laugh to welcome the coming of each day and night.
【“Did you enjoy your trip?”】
He in the sky asked cautiously.
Then the brave man remembered the ray of light that penetrated the clouds when he just woke up from the darkness.
I remembered myself who knew nothing at the beginning, pointed at the bright galaxy, and asked what it was.
[“Stars, this entire sky is created by me.”]
【"Star?"】
[“Do you want it?”]
【"May I?"】
[“Hahaha, sure, but you need to exchange something.”]
【"exchange?"】
[“That is, if you give me something, I will give you these stars.”]
The voice from high above seemed very gentle.
Jishi, who was not called Yun Xianhe at that time and had just regained consciousness, tilted his head.
After thinking for a moment, He picked out an unbloomed flower from the various colored "Achilla" flowers surrounding Him.
The color of "Achirina" is displayed according to the special design of the holder and the person who prays.
The small flower bud slowly bloomed under the gaze of the sky.
The white petals spread out layer by layer, slightly transparent, and half of the gold can be vaguely seen on the edge of the petals.
Glowing bright gold color - a symbol of divinity.
Immaterial transparency - the purest and uncontaminated proof of the soul.
[“Is this okay?”]
The stone, which is accompanied by flowers, plants and trees all year round, offers the best things it can offer.
The being in the sky above was obviously very happy.
He gently raised a breeze and carefully took the unique flower from the cornerstone.
Then the stars fell.
The sparkling stars were like blooming fireworks, dragging their long tails and falling into this pure land.
Finally, it turned into small star stones and fell into the palm of the child.
[“Do you like it?”]
【"like?"】
Jishi tilted his head to look at the polygonal star in his hand, whose edges had been worn away, and looked up at the sky:
[“What is love?”]
[“Hmm – ‘liking’ is a very mysterious ‘Tao’.”]
【""road"?"】
[“Oh, you’re still young and don’t understand what’s normal. You’ll be fine when you grow up!”]
【"oh."】
Jishi doesn’t know what love is, nor does he know what growing up is.
He only knew that when he looked at these stones, he would want to keep them?
The little guy looked around, and finally put the stone in his hand into the groove he had pressed in the grass when he woke up.
Then he walked into the flowers, picked them up one by one, put them in his clothes pockets and brought them all back and piled them there.
The person sleeping on a pile of star stones curled up slightly, staring at these shiny things without blinking.
[“Take a break. See you tomorrow—”]
【"?See you tomorrow."】
A cloud floated down, like a weightless blanket covering the stone.
The man who was still holding the Star Stone in his hand touched it blankly, his eyes wide open.
There were faint laughter coming from the sky, mixed with the soft wind, gradually bringing people into dreams.
[“Will the world be bright in the future?”]
[“Who are you? Who am I?”]
[“Have I seen you before?”]
[“Will you stay with me forever?”]
"Brother Xianhe, we should go back. It's going to rain."
The person lying in the wheelchair opened his eyes dazedly.
The eyelashes, unconsciously stained with tears, trembled slightly and brushed the remaining moisture onto the pages of the book.
The person who reached out to take the book away glanced through the edge of the parasol at the sky, which seemed to be changing.
“…Not at all.”