Conan: I'm just an ordinary novelist

Chapter 656 Impossible

"No, nothing... I just suddenly felt that among the people I know, Conan, you seem to be the easiest to deceive."

Conan couldn't laugh at all when he heard this.

The tears that slid down her cheeks were in the sunlight, at just the right angle so that no one at the table could see them.

Plus, everyone was eating and chatting happily, and no one noticed anything unusual here.

Conan looked at the person who was still covering his eyes tightly, and realized that the other person probably didn't want others to see him like this.

He reached out and gently tugged at the corner of Yun Xianhe's clothes, lowering his voice and asking:

"Brother Xianhe? Are you crying?"

The person who let go of his hand slightly restrained the upward curve of his lips.

The emotions expressed in the eyes and eyebrows were hidden by the hair, but Conan found that the color of the corners of Yun Xianhe's eyes had become redder.

I can’t tell if it was because of the alcohol or because I covered my eyes too hard.

Seeing that the other party did not reply, Conan continued to ask uncertainly:

"Could it be that he was moved?"

The hero, who lowered his body to match the height of the little detective, said nothing.

After a long while, Conan heard a muffled "...hmm." from the other party's throat.

of course not.

The person who was having heartache and difficulty breathing lowered his brows and allowed the other party to misunderstand him.

At least this lie can make the other person feel relieved and make him/her feel funny.

As long as this is the case, he will be considered successful.

This is indeed the case.

Conan breathed a sigh of relief when he heard Yun Xianhe's response and patted the back of his hand lightly.

But for a moment he didn't know how to comfort her.

After all, touching things...

Finally, Conan could only promise quietly:

"We will celebrate your birthday like this in the future."

[“This year, next year, the year after… every year! Until time separates us, we will always be with you and celebrate your birthday! So!”] xN

The friends surrounding him smiled and hugged the brave man with red eyes.

The sounds mixed together are either awkward or gentle, either cold or hearty.

They all said in unison:

[“So please smile like you always do!”] xN

【"Brave man/Captain/Sir/General!...Xianhe!"】xN

A deep warmth filled my heart.

It's so swollen and painful, and so sweet that it makes me sick.

Yun Xianhe tightly closed his mouth, and when he looked up, he pretended to push up his glasses and wiped the water-stained corners of his eyes.

A full glass of sparkling water was swallowed raw.

The bubbles of carbon dioxide numbed the tip of the tongue and washed away tons of memories.

The sound of laughter in front of me seems so close, yet so far away.

……outsider.

clatter,

The empty water glass fell on the table.

The hero raised his heterochromatic eyes slightly and scanned everyone present.

The name reported by the scanner did not match the imaginary figure in the darkness at all.

The guys who only met him once in a lifetime twisted their faces and happily expressed their love for him.

But Yun Xianhe knew that it was all fake.

…He shouldn’t have had anything to do with them.

It's just a fake identity chosen to make it easier to complete the task.

A perfect encounter, a seemingly random employment, an accidental redemption...

It's all fake.

Tons of buzzing noises in my ears.

The world suddenly became quiet after a group of people laughed together.

In the dark space, ten people were sitting upright at a long table covered with white cloth.

The brave man on the main seat raised his eyes and looked at the person opposite him first.

The man sitting at the other end of the long table rolled up the sleeves of his gown and slowly made himself a cup of tea.

The rising mist blurred his eyebrows and eyes, making his long gray-green hair look even thicker.

Amid the sound of falling into the water, the man whose expression could not be seen asked slowly:

[“You look like you’re in pain, why?”]

I do not know.

Yun Xianhe couldn't give an answer.

Then the sound of flowing water stopped, and the crisp sound of glass colliding was heard.

The young man in a robe sitting on his right stirred the straw in the glass of water.

Transparent bubbles rose to the surface of the water and burst with a crisp sound.

It was very much like his slightly hoarse voice with a smile:

【“Why are you so sad?”】

do not know.

The young man on the left was fiddling with the cake with too much cream on the plate with a fork.

The silver fork easily chopped off the top strawberry.

As the bright red and golden icing mixed, the other party propped up his chin and looked at him, smiling and asking:

【“Is it because of whom?”】

…have no idea.

The girl next in line had just tied up her long hair that was a gradient from light apricot to peach pink.

The gingerbread man on the plate fell apart when it was twisted.

The person holding a cookie in his fingertips narrowed his light pink eyes and asked loudly:

[“Why can’t you help crying?”]

……have no idea.

The silver fork pushed down the melting mountain of ice cream on the plate.

As the color of the rainbow candy particles began to spread, the sturdy man with orange hair raised his eyes and looked at Yun Xianhe;

“Feeling lonely?”

……have no idea.

The hard candy lumps broke into pieces, making a crisp, teeth-aching sound.

The young man who was picking up the broken candy on the plate with a silver spoon tilted his head. His long black hair, which was tied up high, swayed slightly with his movement, revealing the side of his face that was blocked.

Those dark purple eyes were like fine crystals, covered with tiny patterns, reflecting the hero's face:

[“Who are you missing?”]

…have no idea.

The white plate with gold edges is piled with orange-yellow petals like a small mountain.

As the red-haired man suddenly turned around, the petals were blown up by the wind and fell on the white tablecloth.

The hearty voice was clearer than the clear sky, without any haze:

[“Are you about to forget?”]

…No.

The man leaning back in his chair gently shook the wine glass in his hand.

Bright red liquid splashed out, staining the other person's white shirt cuffs red.

The clear blue eyes hidden by the black short hair looked at the person on the main seat with admiration and asked slowly:

[“Can you still maintain your sanity?”]

……

finally,

The young man with long white hair sitting at the end slowly turned his head.

The food on the plate had already been flattened by the knife, leaving only a thin layer.

The brave man finally raised his head and looked over.

That face that looked exactly like his was filled with deep worry.

The boy with long white hair leaned forward a little, his eyes, one white and one white, looked directly at him, and asked the question he was most worried about:

【“Can’t find your way home?”】

……

Hearing this question, the brave man suddenly raised the corners of his lips and laughed softly.

The hero, who was being watched by nine people, covered his face and answered firmly with a slightly trembling voice:

"impossible."

Impossible to lose control, impossible to forget.

He is lonely, sad and in pain.

But he was still smiling.

So it doesn't matter.

All is well.

It doesn’t matter…it doesn’t matter…