How can I live next to Conan when I vomit blood from time to time?

"I won't leave. I'll stay here."

Conan calmed down and showed his detective style again.

"I believe I can find that organization and destroy it!"

"Okay, okay, Shinichi has grown up~"

Yukiko turned her head with a sad look on purpose.

Conan had a few black lines on his forehead.

"But...Xinyi, you seemed to call me auntie yesterday?"

"The word"Auntie" was pronounced very heavily, and it showed a gnashing of teeth.

Conan shuddered.

The post-mortem is coming!

"Ah, that was not the case at that time.……"

"Xiao Xinyi has really grown up and dares to call me auntie!"

"ah@#$%……"

Conan's face was kneaded like crazy, and he was speechless.

Dr. Agasa, who was wearing his signature black bad guy clothes, touched his bald head and smiled.

……

Anyway, the matter was over. Kudo Yusaku accompanied Kazama Tsuru to complete the discharge procedures, asked him to take care of his son, and flew out of the country with Yukiko overnight. As soon as

Kazama Tsuru returned home, he wrote a letter.

It was written to Igarashi Yo who was traveling far away.

The reason was that when he originally planned to pay the hospital bill, he was told that the fee had been paid in full, and there was still a lot of money left.

"It's already been handed in?"

Feng Jianhe looked at the nurse in surprise.

"I went into the hospital yesterday after calling the emergency number. What you just said was handed in a long time ago. It seems like you said it a long time ago?"

"Yes, sir.

The nurse bowed politely.

"The last payment was a month ago, and the payer was a Mr. Igarashi Yang. After paying off the fees at that time, he saved a lot of extra money."

So Feng Jianhe had no choice but to leave. After returning home, he was busy writing letters to ask about the situation.

In this era, there is no equipment that can make long-distance calls. Communication from a distance basically relies on letters.

Then he received a reply from Igarashi Yang a few days later.

Thank you.

I heard that the weather in Kyoto has been very good recently. I wonder if Mr. Kazama, who has just been discharged from the hospital

, is doing well? I received a letter from Mr. Kazama the day before yesterday, asking about the hospitalization fee. The hospitalization fee was not paid in arrears, although it is a little not so good, but considering Mr. Kazama's physical condition, there is nothing wrong with paying a little more~haha! Just think of it as a small gift left by a friend after going out!

I wonder if Mr. Kazama is preparing to write a new book? As an editor, I am very much looking forward to Mr. Kazama's new work.

I happen to be preparing to return home recently, and I think we will meet soon. Maybe when you receive the letter, I will be preparing to visit you.

I wish Mr. Kazama good health.

Respectfully.

The recipient, sender and date are followed.

Igarashi, this guy...

Kazama Tsuru laughed when he looked at the letter in his hand. He looked at the manuscripts written beside him, sorted them out and stacked them neatly.

I will give these to him when Igarashi comes back. Although it is not enough to publish a whole book, it will take a long time to publish one article after another.

He glanced at the pink box that had been placed next to him for a long time.

The photo of Sonoko...

He thought about it and took it to look at it.

……

Two days later, Igarashi Yang paid a visit to the house as he had said in his letter.

"Igarashi?"

Feng Jianhe opened the door and saw Igarashi Yang's sunny and carefree smile.

""Kazama! I'm back, and I've been to a lot of places this time!"

The two of them were not talking about business, so they were a little less polite. Igarashi Yang didn't save words like he did in the letter, and he just started talking.

"Did you receive the postcards I gave you? It's a pity that you haven't been in good health recently, otherwise I would have asked you to go with me! Now I can only let you look at the postcards! Haha! Oh, but I haven't seen all those places yet, I will go next time.……"

The two walked side by side to the house, leaving behind the sound of Igarashi Yang"blah blah" along the way.

It was not until they sat down and Fengjian He made tea that he stopped to take a sip of tea.

"It sounds like Igarashi-kun has a lot of experience."

Feng Jianhe looked at Igarashi Yang like this and smiled.

"Yes, but traveling alone is always lonely.

Igarashi Yang was influenced by the fragrance of tea leaves and spoke less.

"Looks like you're feeling better now?"

Feng Jianhe nodded with a smile.

"I was just discharged from the hospital a few days ago, and since then I have had no other problems. I feel relaxed after a long time."

"Well... there happens to be a festival being held the day after tomorrow, shall we go and have a look together?"

Igarashi Yang stared at Kazama Tsuru with his shining eyes, with a hint of anticipation.

"By the way, as your editor, I haven't urged you to submit manuscripts for a long time! Have you written any new manuscripts? Many readers sent me letters urging you to submit manuscripts, and I blocked them all for you. If you saw so many letters urging you to submit manuscripts, I don't know if you would be able to sit still! By the way, there are a few very literary readers who urged you to update, which is very interesting!……"

As Igarashi Yang was talking, he changed the subject.

Kazama Tsuru didn't interrupt him, but just kept listening with a smile.

The scent of tea floated between the two of them, surrounding them.

"Ahem, maybe you can pick a time to give me the interesting letter you mentioned. I'd still like to take a look at it."

Feng Jianhe finally waited for a break in his speech and interrupted

"Of course, it's okay to go to the festival together, but it's already getting late now."

Igarashi Yang was stunned and turned to look out the window. Unknowingly, the sun had already set.

"Ah, indeed, I forgot the time while talking.……"

"……Wait! You're not saying this to chase me away! I took you in last time!"

"I didn't drive him away, but……"

Feng Jianhe looked embarrassed, frowned slightly, and lowered his head.

"It seems like my hands are a little weak today. I wonder if I can lift the spatula.……"

Igarashi Yang would have believed it if he hadn't seen him carrying the teapot out of the water line just now.

"……You guy……"

He knows everything, but what can he do with a patient?

He guarantees that if he bumps into this guy lightly, this guy who can climb mountains and swim in the sea will lie directly on the ground.

"Okay, okay, I'll cook tonight.……"

Feng Jianhe's expression changed in a second, and he instantly returned to his calm smile.

"Thank you so much, Igarashi-kun~"

The moon gradually climbed up the sky, and the moonlight shone into the small house, casting the shadows of the two people on the ground.

There was no conversation that night.