magician under the moon

As the sun sets, the first snow in early winter arrives unexpectedly. At first, there are only a few sporadic snowflakes, but after a while, they are flying all over the sky. into one piece.Today is Saturday, but there are not many pedestrians on the road.Although Tokyo is a bustling and bustling city that never sleeps, but looking at the situation, it must be windy and snowy tonight, and everyone's interest in having fun has naturally faded. They just want to go home and drink hot tea to warm their bodies. In order to avoid the cold wind, they shrink Tightening his neck, he quickened his pace and refused to stop for a while.

Mao Lilan leaned against the window of the office, looking at the passers-by passing by the wall in a daze. Can't stop the cold air seeping in through the window cracks.The boy hadn’t returned for a few days, and his father said that he had gone out early for a reunion with his old classmates. The house was a bit empty, and no one noticed how long she had stood by the window, and no one noticed the loneliness hidden quietly in the corner of her eyes. .Mao Lilan stood up straight. She felt that she had waited for a long time, but when she thought about it, it didn't seem that long until the bell of the church in the distance drifted into her ears with the wind. A boy in a white shirt and blue jeans Appearing on the opposite street corner, her body trembled slightly.For a moment, she seemed to feel her heartbeat speeding up, and her eyes were tightly locked on that little figure.The child lowered his head and put his hands in his trouser pockets. Maybe it was because the schoolbag on his back was a bit bulky, or maybe it was because of the pervasive cold wind that made him hook his back slightly. The whole person looked shorter and more fragile than usual.Because of the angle, Mao Lilan couldn't see the expression on his face clearly, but somehow she felt that she saw the child's furrowed brows.The boy walked very slowly, leaving a long trail of footprints mixed with white snow and black mud on the aisle behind him.The footprints stretched all the way until the boy walked into the two-story hut, and then he heard the shallow footsteps that belonged to children, unhurriedly, from far to near, and the footsteps stopped. The sound of metal rubbing, that is the sound of the key turning, one turn and two turns... Mao Lilan held her breath unconsciously, and her body trembled slightly involuntarily. She suddenly felt very nervous, and even wanted to escape in a panic, but in the end Still turned around, looking at the door slowly opened.She has spent a whole afternoon waiting for this moment. She has already thought about what kind of expression she should show when the door opens, what kind of eyes she should look into the other person's eyes, and what kind of eyes she should say. Which word came out.But when the familiar face really appeared in the field of vision with the opening of the door, when the two people's eyes were almost facing each other, Mao Lilan turned around as if electrocuted.

"Sister Xiaolan, I'm back." The clear and cheerful child's voice rang in my ears, as usual.

"I'm back." Xiaolan tried her best to squeeze a smile that an older sister should have.

Conan walked into the house and looked at the TV that was turned off. Conan knew that the evening news was usually played there, "Where is Uncle, isn't he here?"

"He has something to do, and he went out early in the morning." Mao Lilan took a few steps forward, took the schoolbag that Conan unloaded from his shoulders, and put it on the sofa. After hesitating, she chose to use a He tried to hide his nervousness with the same brisk tone as usual, but it was a pity that his voice trembled slightly when he opened his mouth, "How did you go on the outing these days?"

"It's pretty good." The answer to this question Conan practiced many times, and it was effortless to answer, "The air in Hokkaido is very good, the sky is also very blue, and we are by the sea..."

Hokkaido... The short three words seem to poke a certain place in my heart that cannot withstand being touched.Suddenly, Xiaolan became in a trance, and the surrounding air seemed to disappear little by little with every word the boy uttered, replaced by the blue but icy sea water.The sea water slowly but ruthlessly occupied every cell in the body, and the consciousness was replaced by void, gradually numb and slowly sinking.Through the sea water, she looked at the boy's face so clearly.Watching his mouth open and close, watching him seem to be talking excitedly, it's a pity that his voice can't penetrate the layers of sea water and enter her eardrum.Just like the distance between them, close at hand, but far apart.

Seemingly noticing the other party's absent-mindedness, Conan stopped his "excited" narration, and looked at Mao Lilan with some worry, "Sister Xiaolan? What's wrong with you, are you uncomfortable?"

"No, it's nothing." Xiaolan regained her composure, and forced a smile from the corner of her mouth, "By the way, didn't you go to Hokkaido to sketch, did you bring your paintings back?"

"I finished the drawing." Conan scratched his head, showing a shy smile, "It's a pity that I forgot to take it when I came back and left it in the hotel."

"That's it, what a pity." Mao Lilan turned around, she felt some soreness in the corners of her eyes, a kind of pain that had been lurking for a long time came from the nerve endings, and it was painful.For a moment, Xiaolan felt a little disappointed in the man beside her, which surprised her a little.I have known this boy for more than ten years, and have been together day and night for more than ten years.Xiaolan always believes that he will never let her down at any time and under any circumstances, and she is more confident in herself, believing that she is also the person she can talk to and rely on.Sometimes, she even feels that this trust is like an innate tacit understanding, which has already been integrated into the flesh and blood and consciousness of the two of them, and has become a part of instinct.But at this moment, she was surprised to find that this feeling that she thought would never be shaken had already been quietly torn open by reality with a bloody wound.

Xiaolan took a deep breath, she made up her mind, "I have something to ask you..."

At this moment, Xiaolan's words were interrupted by a rapid cell phone ringtone. Conan remembered this ringtone clearly, and it was specially set for Hattori Heiji's number.Hattori has been following Officer Nakamori, he will call at this time, there must be news about Kuroba.It's not that Conan didn't hear Mao Lilan's words, nor didn't he notice that her expression and tone seemed different from usual, but he answered the phone immediately without thinking.For Conan at the time, this was a judgment that could be made without thinking. After all, even if Xiaolan really had something to tell herself, it could not be more important than Hattori's phone call. , Conan told himself in his heart.This is not the result of deliberation, but a subconscious judgment.At that time, he would not have thought that it was this small moment that made him regret it in the future.

So, Conan pretended to answer the phone with a calm smile, but his tone and expression changed in the next second, "...What?! Really?! I'll be right there!"

Conan hung up the phone and was about to leave quickly, but when he was about to turn around, he realized that Mao Lilan was still watching him.Conan froze for a moment, hesitated for a second or two, but soon smiled happily, "Sister Xiaolan, Dr. Ali's new game is ready, I'm going to play it, I may not come back tonight."

"But, I..."

Conan's smile was still sweet, even with a hint of coquettishness, "Sister Xiaolan, let's talk about it tomorrow if you have anything to do. I promise to go home as soon as school is over."

Suddenly she had an urge to reprimand the other party loudly and drag everything out.I know you haven't been to Hokkaido, I know you've been lying to me, I know everything!I know you want to protect me and not to hurt me.But, but, have you ever thought about my feelings!Could it be that in your mind, I, Mao Lilan, is such a weak existence, so weak that you can only choose to hide the truth in pain; so weak that I can only be protected by you but cannot be relied on by you; and you are clearly facing the threat of death all the time, I am obviously fighting against a powerful enemy, but I can only ignore it and be an ignorant bystander. I cannot share your pain and face the deadly danger with you!Is that so?

But, but, Mao Lilan didn't say all these words.She just looked at the other party silently. Unsurprisingly, through the thick lenses, the other party also looked at her blankly, with worry and a little confusion in her eyes.Her heart sank and became empty. For a moment, she felt that the person beside her was so familiar to her. The familiar person seemed to have known her for more than ten years, but it seemed so strange. Passers-by who never meet again.

Xiaolan smiled as naturally as possible, and said in a flat tone, "Okay, I got it, you go, don't play too late."

"Yeah!" Conan agreed 'joyfully', and quickly jumped out of the house.

"I can't wait until tomorrow, Conan." Xiaolan looked at the familiar back, and turned around slowly. There was heavy snow outside the window, and a fine net was woven between the sky and the earth, and the two lines of tears At this time, it slowly brushed across her cheek "Goodbye, Shinichi..."