Conan: I'm just an ordinary novelist

Chapter 603 Good night to our friendship

The two left the villa in silence.

It was not until they got into the car that Yun Xianhe in the back seat casually sighed:

"A white Mazda, does Mr. Jinpei know about this?"

As Amuro Toru started the car, his body stiffened for a moment.

He glanced at Yun Xianhe in the rearview mirror, who seemed to be indifferent, and for a moment he couldn't understand what the other person was thinking.

...Could it be that the other party was really attracted by the old guy's words about immortality and the ability to heal the body?

"Don't worry, neither the monitor nor the eavesdropper will be effective."

Yun Xianhe casually threw a small square ornament on the passenger seat.

"The new signal jammer is small and easy to carry."

Toru Amuro did not respond and started the car in silence.

It was not until they drove some distance away from the villa that Amuro Toru looked at Yun Xianhe again in the rearview mirror and asked in a deep voice:

"What do you want to do? Did you get caught today on purpose?"

"I guess so. I just want them to stop thinking about Mr. Guang all the time. Really, isn't it easier to kidnap a minor like me who looks so fragile than a strong adult like Mr. Guang?"

Yun Xianhe's tone seemed a little confused, and Amuro Toru didn't know how to answer his question for a moment.

"Perhaps they are afraid of the ancient martial arts I display on a daily basis, and they feel they can't beat me or something."

"Wow, they are self-aware."

"..."

Seeing Amuro Toru fall silent again, Yun Xianhe chuckled and waved his hand:

"Don't worry, Mr. Amuro. No one will remember it after dawn."

"What do you mean?"

"Oh, by the way, can you take me back before 12 o'clock? I have an appointment with Mr. Guang to have dinner with him in the evening."

As he spoke, Yun Xianhe took out a mobile phone from somewhere and clicked a few times at random:

"I ordered a few dumplings earlier, and it's just right to change the delivery time now."

There was no sense of nervousness or crisis in the boy's tone, which made Amuro Toru sigh uncontrollably.

"What are you planning..."

"I'm wondering if I should buy some chocolates for Mr. Guang and his family. Would it be too late to ask a delivery person to deliver them at this time?"

Hearing what he said, Toru Amuro's mouth twitched.

He first glanced at the time which had just passed 11 o'clock.

First, I thought for a second whether I could send the other person back before 12 o'clock;

After thinking about it again, I wondered whether sending someone to deliver the food at this time would result in overtime or waking people up.

"Give."

A large bar of chocolate tied with a ribbon, the kind commonly found in supermarkets, was handed to me from behind.

Toru Amuro glanced over and happened to meet the eyes of the boy who leaned towards the front seat.

The brave man with a bright smile showed him the chocolate, and then placed it on the passenger seat, saying sincerely:

"Happy Tanabata Festival, Mr. Amuro."

"…You gave me chocolate on Chinese Valentine's Day?"

Don’t think he doesn’t know that Qixi Festival is Valentine’s Day.

"What does it matter? Isn't it normal for friends to give each other gifts?"

Yun Xianhe spread his hands and said indifferently:

"In my eyes, festivals are just a means of celebration. Whether you choose to hang out with your lover or play games with friends on this day does not affect the festival. Similarly, what you eat or who you give gifts to is not very important."

"What's the important thing?"

"happy."

The boy sitting in the back seat had a bright smile on his face and spoke casually:

"As long as I can be with my friends and have fun, it doesn't really matter whether there is a festival or not."

No matter how ancient the myths and legends are, they will change with the passage of time.

The brave man is too old, he can remember everything, but his friends around him cannot.

And those festivals, over time, have become nothing more than a vague and general summary.

Being too serious will only cause more trouble.

Why do you think so much?

Isn’t it the meaning of the festival to be able to be with the people you want to see and the people you like?

As he thought about it, Yun Xianhe chuckled and said casually:

"I don't like chocolate, so I'll choose to prepare a big meal for myself on days like this. On days when the flower-growing family has a sense of ritual, they eat dumplings, so I'm eating dumplings today."

"...?"

Eating dumplings on Valentine's Day?

The topic jumps a bit.

Toru Amuro was silenced for a moment by Yun Xianhe's twisted logic.

So he asked back:

"So what do you eat when you're in love?"

"Dumplings. If you don't like dumplings, you can have some wontons."

Then, Yun Xianhe added:

"If you think it lacks the sense of ceremony, I can randomly put one or two pieces of chocolate in some dumplings to celebrate for you."

"..."

"Or maybe melt some chocolate for you to dip your dumplings in?"

Thank you, no need to.

Toru Amuro felt that what Morobushi Keimitsu said was right - Yun Xianhe was definitely not suitable for cooking.

If you allow the other party to do whatever he wants, he will definitely poison you to death.

Wait a minute, has the other party diverted the topic?

What was he going to ask at first?

Realizing that Yun Xianhe had diverted his attention, Amuro Toru sighed helplessly. He had no way to deal with this "evil" guy sitting in the back seat of his car.

but……

"You fooled me, but you can't fool Hiro."

"Look at what you said. How could I possibly fool Mr. Guang?"

40 minutes later,

Toru Amuro looked at the man who rushed into the house in the rain holding a large bunch of sunflowers and said "Happy Tanabata" to Keimitsu Morobushi at the last minute of Tanabata, and fell silent.

...Haha, this guy’s mouth is really deceiving.

Zhu Fu Jingguang, who had just opened the door and wanted to ask a lot of questions, was blocked by the other party's words and a bouquet of flowers.

Yun Xianhe, who also got the dumplings from the delivery man, pushed Zhu Fujingguang into the house, saying:

"Luckily I'm back in time. Come on, Mr. Guang, I need to put a candle on the dumplings to make a wish."

"what?"

"I mean, are you hungry? The dumplings are still hot - hurry up, come to the table and eat. You can eat the rest after you're full. I'm starving."

Morobushi Kagemitsu, who was forced into the house, didn't even have time to say hello to Amuro Toru.

When he came to his senses, he was already sitting at the dining table.

In the vase on the cabinet next to him was the sunflower that Yun Xianhe had given him.

A large plate of steaming dumplings was placed in front of him, along with several fried snacks and cold dishes.

The boy, who had taken off his coat at some point, rolled up the cuffs of his shirt, took out a bottle of purple wine from the corner of the cabinet, and poured him a large glass.

"Idle Crane,"

"Ah! Come on, Mr. Guang! Cheers! Happy Qixi Festival! I wish our friendship will last forever!"

The minute hand on the wall just changed from 58 to 59.

Zhu Fu Jingguang was confused by the other party's strange way of celebration, but he still followed his actions and clinked his glasses with his.

"Blessings on our friendship."

"cheers--"

Zhu Fu Jingguang took a small sip as the other party requested and seemed to remember something.

Just as he was about to tell Yun Xianhe to drink less, he felt a strong sense of dizziness hit his brain.

The smiling face of the young man in front of him began to waver.

Before he could even utter a word, Zhu Fu Jingguang collapsed.

Before the other person's head hit the dining table, Yun Xianhe reached out to support him and caught the glass of wine with something added in it.

The brave man lowered his eyes to glance at the person who had completely fainted, and chuckled:

"Good night, Mr. Light."