Conan's winery play house

Chapter 439 Santa Claus
No cases were encountered today.

So Morohoshi Hideki and Miyamoto Aituo sat on the sofa and read a book.

Akira Eshou, Seiichiro Kikukawa and Shinya Takizawa were sweating on the fitness equipment beside them.

Jiang Shouhuang exercised the most, while Kikukawa Seiichiro exercised slowly.

He just needs to improve his physical fitness.

After a period of exercise, Takizawa Shinya's face became thinner, his head looked smaller, and his own face was a bit big.

The biggest change was Jiang Shouhuang, his clothes were all re-made and changed in size.

The whole person seems to have started to twitch, and he looks taller when he loses weight.

Of course, the price to pay is not small, such as often making half-dead panting sounds, such as other people eating normally, he can only eat an appetizer, and often waking up hungry at night.

But looking at himself getting thinner, Jiang Shouhuang felt that these costs were nothing.

Even if he loses weight, he won't be as handsome as Zhu Xing, or as Miyamoto with a face that can't pick out any flaws.

But at least it looks better than the current self.

After an hour of exercising, Jiang Shouhuang wiped his sweat and walked towards the bathroom.

After remodeling, the bathroom can already take a shower, and even their respective clothes are prepared in the office.

Of course, a weighing scale is also prepared.

Jiang Shouhuang stood on the body fat scale and looked down at the data, heaving a sigh of relief.

Not fat, weight is still dropping steadily.

He lost [-] catties in a month. Although he lost weight as he went on, it is estimated that he will be able to lose weight back to his normal figure in half a year.

"I think my face is about to become a slapped face." Takizawa Shinya said while touching his face in the mirror.

Jiang Shouhuang took a look, showing the expression of his little friend complaining: "It's an illusion."

No matter how thin Takizawa Shinya is, his face will never become as big as a palm, and it would be good to be a little smaller, unless the other party goes to cut the bones.

"Compared to your slap face, it's more believable for Ju Chuan to become a muscular man." Jiang Shouhuang said with a smile.

"Muscle man? I don't want it!" Kikukawa Seiichiro was stunned and quickly refused.

The traditional aesthetics of the Ju Chuan family is the slim, thin, sickly one. It’s okay to have some muscles after taking off the clothes, but if he becomes a muscular man, he won’t be able to perform on stage at all.

The heir also has high demands on his body.

"It's impossible for your exercise intensity to become a muscular man." Zhuxing Xiushu glanced at the three friends and explained tiredly.

The muscles are not so easy to train, okay, the policemen in his family have trained a lot more than this, and they haven't become muscular men.

Even when wearing clothes, the figure still looks quite thin.

"That's good." Kikukawa Seiichiro felt relieved.

"Let's go, I'm going back, and I have to set up the scene for Christmas tomorrow." Zhu Xingxiushu closed the book and stood up.

"A Christmas tree full of presents?" Ato asked.

When he was in the United States, the family there lived like this, except that he didn't have a Christmas tree, only presents.

And the parents who give presents to their kids in Santa suits, he doesn't either.

Papa would never wear such clothes to give him a gift no matter what he thought.

"...More or less." Zhu Xingxiushu replied with a delicate expression.

In addition to the Christmas tree, there are actually other things to prepare...

"You will know tomorrow, and I will pick you up tomorrow." Zhu Xingxiushu looked unwilling to say more.

"Okay." Aito nodded quite understandingly.

Don't keep asking about things that your family or friends don't want to talk about, or you will be hated.

……

The car stopped outside the gate.

"I'll pick you up tomorrow afternoon, bye." Zhuxing Xiushu leaned out of the car window and waved.

"See you tomorrow, Miyamoto."

"See you tomorrow."

Ato bid farewell to everyone and entered the house.

The lights were on in the house, as if someone was waiting for him to come home.

But in fact, there are only Robert and Bai Yujuan.

"Uncle Ireland isn't off work yet." Miyamoto Ato squatted down and stroked the white Shiba Inu.

It is also possible that the task was received temporarily to do the task.

But a good boy would not ask so many questions.

He just needs to stay home and wait for them to come back.

Aituo hugged the white jade roll, lying on the legs of the 1.8-meter teddy bear, and waited while looking at the cookies and the paper figurine Minmei.

Even with so many family members around him, he still can't feel anything.

Even though he knew they were all in love with him.

But after becoming a paper doll, there will be no emotion anymore.

Just family members who obeyed his words unconditionally.

This is also very good, to stay by his side forever, obedient and obedient.

Emotions without love are okay, the act itself represents love.

He didn't feel that it must not be enough, as long as there are enough family members and enough love, his illness can be cured.

Like "Mom" said, he was just sick.

So get more family members.

"Ato." Ireland pushed the door open.

He even dragged a pine tree back.

"Is there anything you want for Christmas tomorrow?" He placed the pine tree in a corner of the living room, and took out a bunch of props.

Get ready to arrange the pine tree into the perfect Christmas tree.

"If you tell me what you want, Santa Claus will grant your wish." While arranging the Christmas tree, Ireland glanced back at the boy.

He's already bought a Santa costume and can try and see what it's like to be Santa.

"But Uncle Ireland, there is no Santa Claus in the world." The white-haired boy was sitting on the sofa, hugging a white Shiba Inu, with a smile on his face and gentle and calm eyes.

"Even if you make a wish, you won't get a gift from Santa Claus," he said.

Because he has seen many Santa Clauses, all of whom are pretended by parents to hide their children.

There is no real Santa Claus in the world.

"Why do parents lie to children that there is Santa Claus in the world, and in order to convince children, they pretend to be Santa Claus and give gifts to children?" The boy's eyes and tone were purely puzzled.

He didn't understand the purpose of doing this.

Because you can't understand feelings, you don't understand the so-called heart.

No such thing is explained in the book either.

"That's not cheating, Aitto." Ireland stopped what he was doing, stood up, wiped his hands and spoke.

"Santa Claus is an old man who wears red clothes and a red hat and gives little children whatever they want."

"Anyone who dresses up and does that can be Santa Claus."

"Because the kid did see the old man in the red suit, the red hat, the white beard, and got the gift they wanted, and that's not cheating."

"Fairy tales are fake, but in reality there are people who are creating real fairy tales for children." Ireland touched the boy's hair and said.

It's just that children who grow up organized don't believe in fairy tales.

He didn't believe it himself, but he always wanted to treat Aviclear the way he treated ordinary children, even though he knew that Avicrille was not an ordinary child.

"That's right." Aito nodded obediently.

Other children do not have six eyes, and cannot see the true identity of the person dressed as Santa Claus, so for them, the real Santa Claus is the one who can fulfill their wishes.

He should believe it too.

After all, if a family member is willing to lie to him like this, just to satisfy his wish, they should believe it unconditionally.

(End of this chapter)