Untitled Conan II

With my hand on the railing, I walked cautiously but still stumbled and wobbled unavoidably.

After finally seeing the last two steps in front of him, he breathed a sigh of relief, but suddenly heard Okaya Noriko's hoarse voice crying hysterically from above.

When I was in a hurry, I made a mistake, and when I stepped on the last step, I finally tripped.

Xiaolan and the others were all focused on Okaya Noriko who was holding a lighter in the middle of the roof and wanted to ignite gasoline to die with the enemy. Conan finally moved up the cactus, sat on the ground panting, and had no time to help me.

So, after so many near misses, this time it was really a real fall.

Fortunately, when I was about to hit the ground, I remembered the plant in my hand. I was afraid of being broken, so I half-twisted my body to protect the flowerpot upwards in my arms, and hit the ground sideways.

This fall finally attracted the attention of others.Xiaolan ran over anxiously, and Conan stood up and rushed to me.

Sitting up with support, I grinned and rubbed my left shoulder that hit the ground, and it took me a long time to recover.

"This is..." Okaya Noriko's voice came softly and lowly. I looked up and saw her staring blankly at the flower pot in my arms, muttering, "Mantis Shrimp Cactus— —It belongs to Da Nan..."

Looking at her, I sighed, carefully placed the flowerpot on the ground, and called her, "Aunt Dianzi..."

She stared at me blankly following the voice, with blank eyes, "You are..."

"You may not remember me anymore," I said with the corners of my mouth bent, "We met in Chiba at the beginning of May this year."

She frowned slowly, as if remembering, then nodded suddenly, "It's you..."

"Yeah." Nodding, I stood up with the help of Xiaolan and Conan, I looked at her, ignored Conan's obstruction, walked over slowly, and said as I walked, "Aunt Dianzi, Uncle Da Nan already dead."

I saw that her body trembled suddenly, and her already lifeless eyes overflowed with sadness and despair.

"You also know that Uncle Da'an is no longer here." I endured the pain in my body and didn't look at her mourning face. "No matter what you do, he won't be able to come back to life."

"Stop talking! Shut up! . . . "

I watched her frantically shaking her head while desperately trying to press the lighter, and continued to walk towards her step by step.

"Xiaoyou!" Xiaolan's voice came from behind with worry.

"Girl Xiaoyou, we can't go through, it's dangerous!" Uncle Mao Li stretched out his hand in front of me, seriously stopping me from going forward.

I looked up, then lowered my head, took a deep breath, bent down suddenly, quickly got under his arm, and then walked a few steps to Okaya Noriko.

The strong smell of gasoline made me almost hold my breath. I endured it, and I looked up at Noriko Okaya's astonished eyes, and then smiled contentedly.

"Aunt Dianzi," I smiled easily, "Look, now my shoes are full of gasoline. If you ignite the sparks, then I don't think I can escape."

"You...you..." With trembling hands, she took a few steps back unconsciously, and then seemed to gather herself together, "Don't think that I will take care of you. Now, I can even disregard my own life, if you still have some brains If so, get out of here before I light the fire!"

Shaking my head, I laughed and said simply, "No."

"You!" She frowned, then raised her hand to light the fire, but her eyes were fixed on my expression.

"Aunt Dianzi, you don't need to scare me on purpose." Sighing, I said with certainty, "I know, you won't burn me to death with me."

"Don't be naive!" she snapped.

"Aunt Dianzi," I called her softly, and I put away the smile on my face, "Xiaoyou knows that Aunt Dianzi is a very gentle and kind person. You won't have the heart to kill me."

"...Why—" Finally, the fierce and hateful expression on her face collapsed into boundless sadness. With the sound of the lighter falling, she sat on the ground as if she had lost all strength, and cried bitterly, covering her face.

"Why, why did you force me? Why didn't you let me kill them?!" She cried, tears streaming down like a bank, "Everyone stopped me, but Da Nan, Da Nan... "

Because of the cry that seemed like a cuckoo crying blood, my heart suddenly became extremely heavy.

I know that the me just now was really despicable, threatening her with her kindness.

"Aunt Dianzi..." Biting my lower lip, I walked forward slowly, bent my legs and half-kneeled in front of her, bent over, and wrapped my arms tightly around her body, "I'm sorry—"

Feeling her body tremble, my heart felt sore and astringent, and my eyes became hot, "But, really don't do this again, Uncle Da Nan is dead... In this world, where can he exist?" , only in your memory. Do you want to add such a hateful and sad ending to the end of this memory?"

Wet marks fell on my face, I don't know whose tears these are, but I can feel the same pain in my heart, "Bravely live with your memories, wouldn't it be good to prolong the time of those memories?... Although it will be sad and painful, but I think this is what Uncle Da Nan wants to see the most. He must hope that you can live a good life and replace him...instead of him to see the mantis shrimp every year The cactus blooms, take care of yourself instead of him, give yourself a happy future instead of him..."

Already choked up and unable to speak coherent sentences, I hugged her tightly, feeling her slowly softening body and the hand gently holding me.

"In the future, when I think of him, I will definitely feel heartache and sadness, but I still have to be brave and strong, so that I can smile when I think of him, right..."

Only in this way can I let them see my most beautiful smile, I know that this is what they most want to see...

Whether it's Ling Che, father, mother...

I will be brave, I will go on strong, I will always smile and be happy...

That's what I've been telling myself, I believe, and that's what they're trying to tell me.

The Past of Yu Fujita

Keigo Atobe still remembers the first time he met Yu Fujita, his only cousin, when he was 7 years old, and she was 5 years old at that time.

Growing up abroad, he seldom, or in other words, almost never heard anyone mention this younger sister, and the only thing he knew was that she was his aunt's daughter.

In fact, he didn't have any impression of his aunt, nor had he ever seen her before. He only knew from the mouth of the old housekeeper that she was a very gentle, virtuous and attractive woman.

Atobe's mother had passed away when he was born, and his father was busy with work all the year round and seldom showed up. Therefore, he almost grew up under the old housekeeper's rambling memories of his aunt.

It is said that my aunt married into the Fujita family 20 years ago.

It is said that the heir of the Fujita family had a marriage contract, but because the other party regretted the marriage, he married his aunt.

It is said that after her aunt got married, she never came back to Atobe's house, and no one knew whether she was doing well after marriage.

It is said that the aunt was forced to marry, and the grandfather seemed to have completely forgotten the existence of this daughter and never mentioned her again.

……

Many, many such stories are said.It's all about listening to others.

The Fujita family?

The little Atobe frowned, completely unable to find the memory of this surname from his mind.

Why can such a family that he has never heard of force the Atobe family to marry their daughter?

He doesn't understand.

In the summer when he was 7 years old, he returned to Japan.

For going to a funeral.

Neither grandfather nor father planned to attend, the funeral of Fujita's parents-in-law.

That was the first time he saw Fujita Yu.

The old mansion is a standard Japanese style, with black and white decoration and quiet air that can be heard.Under the people's mechanical movements and numb expressions.

At the end of June, the sun was just right, but the wind passing through the corridor was cold.

It was empty, and no one else showed up at the farewell ceremony.The only popular place in the whole room is probably the posthumous photo on the top of the altar.

After finishing the incense according to the custom, I was invited to stay for dinner by the housekeeper who appeared out of nowhere.

He could still remember that the butler smiled strangely, as if it was just the muscles of his face twisting and completing an expression called "smile".

Such an invitation could not be refused, he understood.

Under the guidance of his servants, he walked through a long corridor, and then was brought into a tea room.

Then, except for the tea and some snacks on the low table, he was left alone in the whole room - he was asked to come alone, only the driver was waiting at the door - neither grandfather nor father objected to this.

Even though he was often praised at a young age, he was a 7-year-old child after all. After sitting alone for a long time, he couldn't help but quietly got up and opened the door.

Outside the tea room is a small courtyard with a few cherry blossom trees planted in the middle. Of course, in this season, no flowers can be seen except for the thick leaves.

And just as he was looking around, a soft and low sobbing sound came from behind the few cherry blossom trees.

It was as if someone was crying with all his might.

The breeze blew by, the cherry blossom trees made rustling noises, and in the quiet courtyard, the little weeping