Conan's winery play house

Chapter 55 Because we are family

Tohru Amuro was mentally prepared before opening the door and walking into the house.

In just a few minutes, he guessed all the names posted on the rooms on the second floor and thought of several ways to interact with different people.

And he was already ready to write down the faces of the new members.

He walked up the stairs to the piano room.

The door was ajar and only needed a gentle push to open it.

Toru Amuro did not do this.

He just stood at the door and waited until the song ended before knocking on the door.

"Are guests coming? Do you need to be entertained?" His voice even contained a smile.

The door was opened from the inside.

"Brother Tohru, welcome back -" The white-haired boy stood at the door. After opening the door, he gave Toru Amuro a hug, his gesture was so warm that people couldn't resist.

Amuro Toru's body stiffened for a moment, then slowly relaxed.

"I heard a piano and violin ensemble below, and thought there were guests." He said casually.

"It's Dafu who is playing the piano." The young man hugged his waist and looked up at him and said.

Toru Amuro looked at the piano.

White Bear, who was wearing a black coat, took off his hat and gave a calm and polite hat-off salute.

It actually seems to have the elegance of an old-school aristocrat or a professional performer.

Toru Amuro fell into silence.

Do you think there’s something wrong with the elegant self of a mechanical stuffed bear?

Did Avicril actually give this bear a piano skill?

How complex a chip is needed to support these skills?

in other words……

How advanced is Avril's invention level?

At least it exceeds the level of the current era of 20 years.

"That's right." The blond man smiled calmly.

"Here, the Kikufu you want, in addition to the matcha flavor, there are several other flavors that are better sold. I also bought them." He handed the paper bag containing Kikufu to the young man, his tone full of brother's love for him.

Brother's love.

Half-brothers.

"Thank you Brother Tou!" Aito took the bag with a bright smile and looked down eagerly.

"Edamame cream, matcha, strawberry..."

"Edamame cream?" He tilted his head in confusion.

Can these two actually go together?

"It is said that it is a very popular limited edition flavor." Toru Amuro explained with a smile.

"That's it, that should be delicious." Aito nodded thoughtfully, eagerly took out one and stuffed it into his mouth.

"How does it taste?" Toru Amuro asked.

"It's so delicious!" The white-haired boy had his mouth stuffed with Xijiufu, and his sides were bulging, but he still smiled and answered with his eyes bent.

"That's good, I was worried that you wouldn't like it." Amuro Toru breathed a sigh of relief.

"Speaking of which, Aito, your violin skills seem to be very good. You must have been practicing for a long time." He asked tentatively.

Did you learn it since childhood, or...

"I probably studied for more than three years, not a long time..." Aito thought for a while and said.

After all, I had already started learning it when I was staying in the Japanese laboratory.

"Only three years? I thought you would have to practice for at least ten years to reach your level." Toru Amuro seemed to be praising the young man's talent.

"In my memory, I have studied it for more than three years. I don't know if I have learned it before..." Aito explained while eating Xijifu.

Did the person who originally used this body learn it? He didn't know.

But this body is his now, and he has finally repaired it.

"That's it." Toru Amuro said with a smile.

Is there something wrong with Avicril's memory?

He said that in his memory, he studied for three years. He didn’t know if he had studied before...

Could it mean...that he has no previous memories?

If you have amnesia, how long ago did you lose your memory?

If the other party can recover his memory, can it be better utilized?

"Brother Tohru, do you want to try it? Let me feed it to you?" The young man suddenly looked at Toru Amuro expectantly.

Toru Amuro could see the eagerness to try from the other party's expression.

It was as if he was very interested in feeding him food with his own hands.

"...No need, I don't like sweets very much." He smiled and waved his hand.

"That's it...so, Brother Tou, what do you like to eat?" The young man was lost for a moment, but quickly regained his energy.

No matter what Brother Tou wants to eat, he can make it.

"I don't have any preference for food, as long as I can eat it, after all..." The blond man's eyes suddenly darkened as he spoke.

"You understand, members of the organization don't care about this, as long as they don't starve to death." He said with a strong dark aura.

"But everyone else has their own preferences. Shiho-san likes peanut butter and blueberry jam sandwiches, Akemi-san likes miso soup, Uncle Vodka likes barbecue, and Papa only eats medium-rare steak..." Aito listed with his fingers.

Check out other people’s preferences.

"Ah! And myself! I like desserts!" He added as if he suddenly remembered.

"Brother Tohru, don't you have any preference at all?" He looked at Amuro Toru with a confused tone.

"How do you know their preferences?" Toru Amuro couldn't help but ask after listening to the list of so-called preferences listed by the other party.

Why... would Avicril remember it in such detail?

"Isn't this what family members should do?" The boy asked, confused by his question.

Remember the things your family likes and dislikes, as well as the topics they like to talk about when chatting...

Isn’t that what we should do?

Only in this way can the relationship with your family get better and better.

So good that they are willing to turn into paper figures and stay after they die.

Well, I will be very kind to everyone after they die.

"Really?" Toru Amuro murmured with unknown meaning.

"Then just think I like hot dogs." He said with a smile.

"I remember!" Aito nodded seriously.

Brother Tou likes to eat hot dogs.

"By the way, Brother Tou, I may need your help regarding making friends." Aito said suddenly.

"Help?" Toru Amuro sounded confused.

Avicril...could it be that he has never gotten along with people of his own age?

"As long as you treat them with the same attitude as your family, you will have many friends." Toru Amuro said.

Avicril's serious attitude toward his so-called family members will definitely make him a popular person if he applies it to making friends.

"But they are not family." The white-haired boy tilted his head.

"Family is family, friends are friends, and strangers are strangers."

"You can't treat your friends the same way you treat your family, and you can't treat your family the same way you treat your friends."

But it seems that normal people should have friends.

After your friend dies, will you stay with him forever?

"Will friends stay with me forever? Brother Tou, do you have any friends?" The white-haired boy's tone was genuine confusion.

"No one can stay with someone forever." The blond man's voice was low.

"I have no friends, you just need to act like you have become friends with them, that's enough." He said this in a cold tone.

Aito blinked under his sunglasses.

No one can stay with someone forever? No.

As long as the other person can't leave, that's fine.

Just like when he had his legs broken, he couldn't leave the room.

But later his leg healed, so he left.

And my family...

As long as they want it.

The soul after death belongs to them, and the body they use is provided by themselves. Without themselves, they are completely unable to act, and it can even be said that they do not exist. In this way, they will never leave again.

From body to soul, everything belongs to Aito alone.

"I know." The white-haired boy responded with a sweet and gentle smile.

Aito is real. In order for everyone to voluntarily stay forever, various strategies will be launched.

The following plot will make everyone call him a good guy.

A pinned discussion thread has been posted in the comment area. Should I have more copies or less copy, or what, please remember to express your opinion.

PS: As expected, I didn’t advance to the second round. Damn it. Maybe it’s because I have few collections and few readings.

It’s too cold in the 30s. Let’s have some hot pot to warm up (bushi)

Family members remember to read Wuwuwu.

(End of chapter)