Conan's winery play house

Conan: Playing House at the Winery Text Volume Chapter 583: The Family Are All Highly Sensitive People Aito suddenly discovered that Uncle Tequila had become more like a qualified family member.

Will praise him, approve of him, and please him.

But it's just a superficial gesture.

The other party's inconsistency was so obvious, as if he was convinced that Aito couldn't see the truth.

If it were before, Miyamoto Aito might have been satisfied with the other party's seemingly submissive attitude.

But for Aito, who now possesses the soul of Miyano Akemi, and even controls the souls of Bourbon, Ley, and Scotland at the same time, Tequila's inconsistent love can no longer satisfy him.

not enough.

But compared to his initial attitude, Uncle Tequila has indeed made progress.

If you make progress you should be praised.

So Aito stretched out his hand and touched Tequila's hair.

"You did a great job, Uncle Tequila."

"Keep going like this and get better."

We must keep making progress and not stand still.

From the obvious disgust at the beginning, to the inconsistent words and deeds now, and then to the consistent appearance and appearance later.

It will come true one day.

After all, Uncle Tequila is a real family member, which is different from an undercover family member.

As an undercover family member, Brother Tou never really fell in love with him until his death.

The boy with white hair and blue eyes stroked the adult man's hair, his movements gentle as if he were treating some rare animal.

This is what Miyamoto Aito takes as a compliment.

In Tequila's view, it was a complete insult.

But he no longer expresses his dissatisfaction outright and angry as before, but just hangs his head in acquiescence.

Like a tree that has become listless under the ravages of a storm, even the leaves reveal a wilting atmosphere.

It's better to be patted on the head like a dog than to be beaten to death.

Tequila warned herself in her heart.

Be patient, control your temper, try to think more, and more...

——Learn to please Aiweilier.

Only when the other person is happy can he live more comfortably.

He was now on the chassis of Ivy Clear and had to keep his head down.

Whether it's resentment, anger, or other forms of revenge, wait until he leaves Avicril's side.

The shoes are ready.

The work that once required Aito and Daifuku to sew by hand for a long time became extremely fast with the introduction of fully automatic machines.

Aito put the shoes into shoe boxes one by one, and then left the laboratory holding the shoe box, which was taller than a person.

Only Tequila was left alone.

The lights in the laboratory went out quietly after the other party left, and Tequila's expression instantly became extremely gloomy.

Humans are animals that are easily tamed, but they are also the most difficult to tame.

…

If a person moves while holding an object that is taller than himself, his posture will always be a bit awkward or even funny.

Because they can't see the way forward, they are worried about hitting people or objects, and at the same time, they have to be careful not to drop the things they are holding.

But when Avicril walked out of the elevator with the shoebox high above his head, Bourbon only felt that the other person's behavior was ridiculous.

"Why didn't you think of making me a pair of shoes?" He sat casually on the armrest of the sofa, his legs crossed casually, one hand still on the head of the black wolf, his tone was light, and he was clearly smiling.

The entire upper body is blocked by the shoe box. From the front, it looks like it has legs growing under the shoe box, turning it into a monster.

The young man poked his head out from the edge of the shoe box in confusion, and looked more like a monster.

"Because Brother Che didn't say you wanted it, do you want it?" He said calmly and matter-of-factly.

Although he says that he loves his family the most, Avicril never seems to take the initiative to give them anything.

But if you ask the other person for something, they will be very happy to give it all.

It's almost like...

"Are you a wishing machine? What can I get if I make a wish like you?" Bourbon said with an unclear meaning, mockingly and hintingly.

Or……

A god enshrined on a high platform.

Only when believers pray sincerely will they listen to the wishes of believers in a condescending and selective manner.

Then they either turned a deaf ear to it or gave some so-called gifts from a high position.

There has never been a case where God took the initiative to bless an unbeliever.

It's almost like a set mechanism.

"I'm not a wishing machine, but if you don't tell me, I won't know what you need." Aito shook his head.

"When you don't know anything, it's better to do nothing. Whether you take the initiative to give something that everyone needs or doesn't need, it will make people unhappy." At this point, he showed some trouble and confusion.

Frustrated look.

"If no one understands them, they will be unhappy, but if someone understands them, they will also be unhappy."

"This emotion is really too complicated." He felt truly helpless about this.

When he met his first undercover family member, Avicril was very enthusiastic and proactive.

Even if the undercover family member didn't ask for anything, he took the initiative to give him a lot of things.

Weapons, funds, subordinates, medicines, even when faced with roundabout temptations from the other party, Avicril will directly tell the other party what they want to know.

But the other party was not happy and showed a nervous expression.

After that, I became more and more uneasy every day.

He has never touched the things given by Avicril, nor does he believe the information he said, and he takes the initiative to stay away from Avicril.

In the end, as if he was forced into a desperate situation, he drugged Avicril to stun him and chose to defect with him.

After his defection was exposed, the other party looked at Avicril with vigilance and fear in his eyes, as if Avicril had caused him to defect.

This is very strange.

"Did I treat him badly?" Avicril, who had not long received his codename, asked Grenada in confusion.

Grenada smiled as calmly as if she had watched a high-rated comedy movie.

"No, it's because you were too kind to him, so kind that it made his sensitive heart feel uneasy." He said lightly.

So on that day, Avicril understood that both the undercover family members and the organization's family members were all highly sensitive people.

They both hope that someone will understand them, but they are also afraid that someone will understand them too well.

They will be wary of anyone who understands them well.

"If you don't want to be looked at with vigilant eyes, just pretend you don't know what to do."

"You know? In the eyes of some people with evil intentions, slower prey will be more lovable." Brother Grenada taught him this.

Avril understands their thoughts, respects their thoughts, and tries to understand their thoughts.

But he still couldn't understand it.

Because he doesn't even know what it feels like to be sensitive, and he doesn't feel any fear or anxiety.

I can’t relate to it, and naturally I can’t understand it either.

"Because it's too difficult to understand, so just ignore it? It's a smart move that suits you very well." Bourbon raised his eyebrows and said with interest.

Because he doesn't care, he will be considered as not understanding, which makes Avicril look simple and ignorant.

And if someone takes the initiative to ask for it, and Avicril gives it without hesitation, it will appear that he is too naive and soft-hearted.

It's simply...the perfect image of an undercover agent.

The mentor behind Avicril's current appearance is really indispensable.

The dog that I had had for three months was given away because he said, "It doesn't look good. I'll give you a better-looking one."

This isn't the first time this has happened. It was obviously more extreme before, so there's nothing to be angry about. You should have gotten used to it.

But I felt so tired. I sat on the attic window sill and looked down and thought for a day. Finally, I came up with many reasons not to let myself jump, but the most fundamental reason should actually be that I was afraid of death.

I won't keep any more animals.