How can I live beside Conan who vomits blood from time to time?

"Okay, let's talk as we go, you need to give a lecture today, and I heard Professor Kawakami say that he invited you to give a lecture in the class?"

"Yes."

"Oh~ In this case, we have to arrange the itinerary reasonably, so that we can complete all this without making you too tired~"

Kazama Tsuru smiled, feeling that this Professor Fujiwara was really interesting.

Middle-aged appearance, old voice, youthful dress, and youthful heart.

When he said "Oh~~" in a tone with a twist, it was really interesting.

The two of them walked forward at a not very fast speed, and Professor Fujiwara seemed to pay attention to Kazama Tsuru's body.

The middle-aged man walked forward slowly, and the young man next to him slowly walked his cane, but there was a wonderful sense of dislocation.

"I wonder what you have prepared for this lecture?"

"Well, I think you'll get the answer to this question after I give the lecture."

"Hey! So mysterious? "

Hmm~ Lectures that are known in advance will always lack some surprise elements."

Kazama Tsuru smiled and turned to look at Professor Fujiwara beside him, his handsome face faded a little pale, bringing some blush in the breeze.

"Okay, okay, let me look forward to a lecture by a famous writer~ It shouldn't be something too strange, right? For example, say... How do I walk five kilometers or something like that when you're sick? Oh! Look at my mouth, what did I say?!

"It's okay, I don't really care about that, my concern is, you actually thought of this?" It seems that you are very excited about my lecture to talk about this matter. "

Oh~~ your senses are too sharp, this is not good. Ah I mean, how could I possibly think about this? Saying this at a lecture where thousands of people would be present is obviously not a very good idea, well, you understand. The

two people addressed each other "you" and spoke with honorifics, but the content of the chat was very relaxed and even a little nonsensical.

I don't know why, Professor Fujiwara always carries a sense of lightness.

"Well, I thought so at first, but now it seems that maybe you are indeed expecting this."

"Even no! Don't do that! If you really say this in the lecture and then add that this topic was brought up by me, then I think I have to be careful if there are some caterpillars or something in the book before I go to class.

"Well, don't talk about it."

The two students walked side by side and bowed in unison when they saw both of them.

Both Kazama Tsuru and Professor Fujiwara stopped to salute and did all this before moving on.

"Speaking of which, have you studied in another country before?"

"Oh~ Why is it really obvious that people always ask me this question? Okay, okay, I've been to study in beautiful countries, and I seem to be a little bit contaminated with the way of speaking over there.

Professor Fujiwara looked a little distressed, but there was no hint of unhappiness in his expression.

"You know, beautiful country is a very open country, and many ways and tones of speech are indeed much clearer than neon."

Kazama Tsuru smiled.

Most of the etiquette and habits on the neon side come from the flower growers next to them, and the culture of the flower growers is more inclined to be peaceful and gentle.

And the insolent beautiful country are completely two styles.

It's no wonder that Professor Fujiwara is often asked this question.

Thinking about it, he just saw a pair of men and women standing under a tree, the breeze blew, and the girl's hair was raised, blocking her face.

The boy on the opposite side gently pinned her hair behind her ear, causing a burst of laughter from the people around her.

"It's like, 'Your hair is messy'?"

Kazama Tsuru laughed, nodded at the two people over there with his eyes, and turned to look at Professor Fujiwara with a smile.

Professor Fujiwara was stunned and laughed.

"Yes, if it is a beautiful country, it will directly say, 'I like you, although you don't accept it now, but I believe there will be a day of acceptance', instead of such vague feelings in literature."

Kazama Tsuru bowed his head gently.

"Such feelings hidden in literature actually need the cultural heritage of the country, maybe the beautiful country is not too arrogant, but there are not so many cultures that can carry these feelings."

"In Neon, I want to say a like, it's 'The moonlight is so beautiful tonight'; in the flower planter, I want to say a like, it's 'I've been a staunch materialist all my life, only you, I hope to have an afterlife.'" "

If you talk about other expressions, Mr. Kawabata's 'At four thirty in the morning, the begonia flowers do not sleep', which is also the most beautiful invitation; Xi Murong's 'I came to the moon because you are in the mountains' is also the most beautiful fantasy."

Speaking of this, Kazama Tsuru paused in his steps, looked at Professor Fujiwara, who was already brightened in his eyes, and smiled.

"Love in literature can be restrained or unrestrained, but in any case, it is more intoxicating than the most straightforward words. Perhaps the straightforward words are the most shocking, but love in literature is often more profound and long-lasting.

Professor Fujiwara smiled, and the two of them walked forward again, but they both had a more wordless tacit understanding.

After walking for a while, I suddenly heard this professor who was neatly dressed but had a child-like personality and asked with a smile.

"You can see that you love the literature of flower growers. But after thinking about it for a long time just now, I suddenly wondered, if it were you, how would you express your love?

Kazama Tsuru was stunned, but did not hesitate much, looked at the surrounding scenery, and blurted out a string of words.

"If I were to show my love, I would say it."

"What passes by me is not the breeze, but the hem of your clothes; It is not the leaves that fall on top of my head, but the palms of your hands; Behind me is not the cat, but your footsteps.

"When you are there, my eyes are all you; You're gone, and I'm all by your side.

"My heart is empty with your departure, but I have never lacked your breath around me."

Professor Fujiwara had long since stopped walking forward, but just stood quietly in place, looking at the young man beside him with a glint in his eyes.

A beautiful and picturesque sentence came out of his mouth casually, expressing light love, and heavy as if the mountains and rivers were shifting, and love remained unchanged.