Conan's winery play house

Avril is a troubled brat.

Gin thought as his back was pressed against the pillow.

Because the annoying kid was lying on his chest and fell asleep.

There was still a smile and blush on his face.

Even though the smoke of the incense he lit was lingering, it did not affect the other person's sleep at all.

Like an octopus, it was pulling him with all four limbs, and it looked like it would never go down unless its limbs were chopped off.

Gin was not only indifferent in his heart, he even had the time to think that Vodka would be envious if he saw it.

If the other party is envious, he will arrange for Vodka to have a sixty-pound dog lying on Vodka's chest to sleep all night, so that Vodka can feel what it feels like.

No one will sleep comfortably with something pressing on their chest.

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

Just this once, there won't be another time.

Don't be too indulgent in your treatment of Avicril.

"Get up." Gin looked at the curtains that were vaguely printed, and said in a low voice.

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

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

"Go down and wash your face. After you wash your face, go back to Tokyo. Don't you want to see Shirley as soon as possible?" Gin asked, dragging the person down and putting him on the bed.

As long as you give Avicril a target of interest, the other party won't be so clingy.

As expected, the boy who heard Gin's words quickly rushed into the bathroom.

Gin stood there, straightened his clothes, frowned slightly, and put on the coat he had spread out aside.

He has some mysophobia, but he can tolerate it.

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

The clothes taken off the dead man were also worn.

When doing tasks, there wouldn't be such good conditions for him to change clothes every day.

Logically speaking, Gin who grew up in such an environment shouldn't have mysophobia, but he does.

He picked up the hat on the side again, patted it and put it aside before walking 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 boy and brushing his teeth.

The man with long silver hair had an expressionless face, but the boy with white hair had a bright smile.

They indeed look very much like father and son, with an indescribable and indescribable compatibility.

Gin stood in front of the mirror and combed his hair. Long hair would be a bit troublesome to take care of, but long hair is their family tradition because that person said that Gin should have long hair, so every Gin had long hair.

"I brought a comb! Let me help you comb your hair!" Avicril took out an air mattress comb from somewhere and raised the comb enthusiastically and said.

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

Gin lowered his eyes and glanced at the other person, sitting on the edge of the bed, silently acquiescing to the proposal.

Aito knelt beside the bed and carefully held up the other person's long silver hair, looking like he cherished it very much.

Then hold your hair with one hand and comb it from the beginning to the end with the other hand.

"Should I grow my hair long? Wouldn't it look more like Papa?" He whispered while combing his old father's hair.

"You'll just look like a girl." Gin said with her eyes closed.

Even if he had long hair, he would not be mistaken for a girl, because his appearance is not feminine at all. He is handsome but not feminine, but rather fierce.

As for Avicril's appearance... even with short hair, she might be mistaken for a girl. Wearing a long wig can make Vodka wonder if she has the face of a twin sister.

Too male and female, too delicate and soft.

"Short hair suits you better," Gin said.

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

"Okay then." Aito replied somewhat disappointedly.

"After combing it, put on the hat, it's 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 started to walk out.

But when he realized that Avicril had not followed, he stopped and looked back.

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

Gin stood there and stared at Avicril for nearly a minute, neither of them moved.

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

"If I remember correctly, you are twelve years old, not twelve months." Gin said as he hugged the person.

He has always had only one holding position, and he has become very skilled in holding a child under Aiwe Kelier's persistence.

"That's how Papa brought me back." Aito said with satisfaction as he held his old father's neck.

So he was particularly attached to Gin's hug and body temperature.

Gin didn't have anything to say about this.

Over the past few years, Avicril has remained unchanged.

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

Except that the body has been repaired, nothing else has changed.

Everyone will undergo some changes due to different choices at different times, but Avicril will not.

He hasn't changed at all.

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

But the so-called past is not necessarily the past created by Glenlivet or Tita.

It's the past that was earlier.

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

He always looks like a young man.

They are all madmen and monsters.

Avril may have shared memories with that person, but one has forgotten it, while the other desperately wants to remember it.

So that person kept painting and making other handicrafts with his own hands.

In the past, Gin couldn't understand that person's interests and hobbies, but after meeting Avicril, he instantly understood the reason why that person did what he did.

"Can you really grow up?" Gin asked meaningfully.

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

Is it possible for Avicril?

"...I don't know..." Aito was confused for a moment and shook his head.

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

He seemed to have never seen himself growing up in his memory.

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

But he looks twelve years old now, so...

You should be able to grow up, right?

"I measured my height before and found that I have grown one centimeter taller." Aito carefully listed the evidence.

"Really?" Gin responded with a noncommittal and unclear meaning.

He had watched Ai Vikriel grow up. He had indeed grown from eight or nine years old to eleven or twelve years old, but that one had not changed at all.

This is a big secret, and people who try to know it usually die easily.

So Gin didn't ask any more questions and just stopped by and hailed a taxi to go to the airport.