Conan's winery play house

Chapter 492 Twelve Years Old or Twelve Months

Aveklear is an overly troubled brat.

Gin leaned his back against the pillow and thought.

Because the annoying little ghost lay on his chest and fell asleep on his own.

There was still a smile and a blush on his face.

Even the lingering smoke of the incense he lit did not affect the other party's sleep at all.

Like an octopus, it pulled him with all four limbs together, as if it would never go down unless the limbs were chopped off.

Gin was not only indifferent in his heart, but even thought about how envious Vodka would be if he saw it.

If the other party is envious, then he will arrange for Vodka to sleep on Vodka's chest with a dog weighing more than [-] kilograms at that time, so that Vodka can feel what it feels like.

No one sleeps comfortably with something on their chest.

Fortunately, it didn't matter to him not to sleep for a few days, so he closed his eyes and rested without saying a word.

Only this time, there will be no next time.

Don't be too conniving with Aveklear.

"Get up." Qin Jiu saw that the curtains were faintly printed, and his voice was low.

"Good morning." Ato opened his eyes and rubbed his old father's neck.

Gin sat up straight, and stood beside the bed, with Avik Lear hanging on his body.

"Go down and wash your face, and go back to Tokyo after washing, don't you want to see Shirley earlier?" Gin Jiu dragged him down, and asked on the bed.

As long as Avik Lear is given a target of interest, the other party will not be so clingy.

Sure enough, the boy who heard Gin's words quickly rushed into the bathroom.

Gin stood in the original place and straightened his clothes, frowned slightly, and put on the overcoat he had spread aside.

He is a bit of a clean freak, but he can also be patient.

After all, when I was in the training ground or the incubation base, let alone changing clothes every day, I might not necessarily change clothes for a week.

Clothes from the dead were also worn.

When doing tasks, there will not be such good conditions for him to change clothes every day.

It stands to reason that Gin, who grew up in such an environment, shouldn't have cleanliness, but he did.

He picked up the hat on the side again, patted it aside, and then walked into the bathroom.

With a skillful gesture, he found the disposable toiletries provided by the hotel in the cabinet.

Standing in front of the mirror with the white-haired teenager brushing teeth.

The silver-haired man had no expression on his face, while the white-haired boy smiled brightly.

They do look like father and son, with an indescribable inexplicable fit.

Gin stood in front of the mirror and combed his hair. Long hair would be troublesome to manage, but it is their family tradition to keep long hair because the one said that Gin should have long hair, so every Gin has long hair.

"I brought a comb! Let me comb your hair for you!" Aviclear took out an air cushion comb from nowhere, and raised the comb with great interest and said.

He has been carrying a comb with him since before, just to wait for this moment.

Qin Jiu lowered his eyes and glanced at the other party, sat by the bed, silently acquiesced to the proposal.

Ai Tuo knelt beside the bed, carefully holding up the long silver hair of the other party, looking very cherished.

Then hold the hair in one hand, and comb it from head to bottom with the other hand.

"Should I also grow long hair? This will be more like Papa, right?" He whispered while brushing his old father's hair.

"You only act like a girl." Qin Jiu closed his eyes and said.

Even if he has long hair, he will not be mistaken for a girl, because his appearance is not feminine, handsome but not feminine, but rather fierce.

As for Aviclear's appearance...even with short hair, she might be misunderstood as a girl, and wearing a long wig can make Vodka wonder if she has the faces of twin sisters.

Too androgynous, too delicate and soft.

"Short hair is more suitable for you." Qin Jiu said.

At least with short hair, only a few people would misunderstand the other party as a girl, but with long hair... no one would think that Aveklear is a boy.

"Alright then." Aito replied somewhat disappointed.

"After combing and putting on the hat, it will be perfect!" He picked up the hat on the side and put it on Gin's head, looking proud and begging for praise.

"Let's go." Gin put his hands in his coat pockets and was about to go out.

But when he realized that Avek Lear hadn't followed, he stopped and looked back.

"I want to hug." The white-haired boy stood behind him and stretched out his hand.

Gin stood where he was and stared at Avik Lear for nearly a minute, neither of them moved.

The young man looked a little stubborn as he stretched out his hand.

"If I remember correctly, you are 12 years old, not [-] months old." Qin Jiu said as he picked him up.

He has always had only one holding posture, and the posture of holding a child has become very proficient under Avik Lear's stalking.

"That's how Papa brought me back back then." Aituo said contentedly, holding his old father's neck.

So he is particularly attached to the hug and body temperature of gin.

Gin had nothing to say about that.

Over the past few years, Aveklear has not changed.

Neither the mind nor the way of thinking has changed at all, and even the appearance has not changed much.

Other than the body being repaired, nothing has changed.

Everyone will have some changes due to different choices at different times, but Avik Lear will not.

He hasn't changed at all.

It's like being forgotten by time and fate, or trapped by past experiences.

It's just that the so-called past is not necessarily the past created by Glenlivet or Tita.

but the earlier past.

After all, that person has not changed from beginning to end.

Always looks like a young man.

All madmen, all monsters.

Aveklear may have shared memories with that person, but one has forgotten, and the other desperately wants to remember.

So the guy kept painting and making other handicrafts by himself.

Gin used to be unable to understand that person's hobbies, but after meeting Avik Lear, he instantly understood the reason for that person's behavior.

"Can you really grow up?" Qin Jiu asked meaningfully.

That person has not changed for decades, maybe even hundreds of years.

Can Avik Lear do it?

"...I don't know..." Aito was in a daze for a moment, then shook his head.

The holder of the code is immortal, so can he grow up?

He didn't seem to have seen himself growing up in his memory.

In his memory, he has always looked like five or six years old, while Waldrom's elder brother looked like thirteen or fourteen years old in his memory.

But he is 12 years old now, so...

Should be able to grow up, right?
"I measured my height before and found that I grew by one centimeter." Aituo carefully listed the evidence.

"Really?" Gin responded noncommittally, with no clear meaning.

He watched Avik Lear grow up, and the other party had indeed grown from eight or nine years old to eleven or twelve years old, but there was no change in that one.

This is a big secret, and those who try to know the big secret usually die easily.

So Gin didn't continue to ask, but just hailed a taxi and headed to the airport.

(End of this chapter)