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

Once again, time passed imperceptibly with the clouds.

If normal time is like flowing water, which looks similar, but is already a completely different day, then in Conan's world, time is like the sun and moon that are constantly reincarnating.

It seems that every day has a different scenery, clouds of different colors, but in fact, it has always been just the same two stars, bringing daylight and moonlight.

Kazama Tsuru had already been discharged from the hospital, and before the doorbell rang, he was still reading in that familiar position by the window.

"Igarashi?"

Kazama Tsuru was stunned when he saw the person coming.

At that time, Igarashi Yang did not know where to go after accompanying the ambulance to the hospital, and later it was always Xiaoyu who took care of himself.

He was still thinking about when he would receive the letter from Igarashi from afar, but he didn't expect that he didn't go out?

"Kazama!"

Igarashi is still so sunny and dashing, and his smile is warm.

Kazama Tsuru also smiled softly and took him to the living room, where he made a pot of tea, and the aroma lingered throughout the room.

I remember such a little story.

A rich man is dying and tests his three sons to fill a huge warehouse with the least amount of money, and whoever uses the least will inherit the family property.

In the end, it was the younger son who triumphed, and he used a dozen candles, and a faint but strong light illuminated the dark warehouse, and what filled the warehouse was light.

But what if you choose to make tea? Perhaps, this unique fragrance of tea leaves only needs a small cup to fill the warehouse.

"Whew ~ I finally..."

"You finally came back from a business trip, this time the task was issued very suddenly, you didn't come and told me, originally wanted to write a letter, but thought that the task could be completed soon, so I simply didn't write it, but came to visit directly after it was completed."

Kazama Tsuru smiled, and when he finished saying these words, Igarashi Yang on the opposite side was already stunned.

"You, how

did you—" "How did I know you were going to say these things?"

"

Did I already know about your business trip somewhere?"

"You just..."

"I don't know anything, I guess what you're going to say."

"...,"

Igarashi opened his mouth, closed his mouth, and finally looked at Kazama Tsuru who was smiling on the opposite side, completely speechless.

Looking at him like this, Kazama Tsuru couldn't help but smile more and more, and tilted his head.

Igarashi looked at Kazama Tsuru's trembling body with a helpless expression.

This guy... Is there a ten-year-old ahhhhh

Finally, Kazama Tsuru laughed enough, and coughed for a long time, and his whole face turned red, and then looked at Igarashi.

"Actually, it's because you suddenly disappeared like this before, and that's how you explained it last time, so this time I can guess, it's not difficult."

Igarashi was still staring at Kazama Tsuru, and his expression was inexplicably a little resentful.

Kazama Tsuru chuckled, looked at him like this, and then suddenly remembered something and stood up.

"By the way, please wait a moment, I have something to give you."

After that, Kazama Tsuru saluted politely and went upstairs.

Igarashi: ... This guy....

Kazama Tsuru is gone, it is impossible for defectors from some organization to come to see him, then now he is the only one on the first floor of the entire house.

Igarashi didn't hesitate much, stood up directly and began to walk around.

The arrangement of the house has not changed much, the arrangement of the various decorations has changed slightly, but these should be Shirley's arrangement.

Find some places where Shirley doesn't move, but Kazama will use it often.

For example, say....

Igarashi stopped in front of a bookshelf not far away.

If you want to clean up, it should be just a simple cleaning of the dust, the books on this shelf are often seen, and Shirley does not move the position of the book.

According to Kazama's habit, he will casually put the books he has been reading recently closest to the chair for easy access, and then arrange them in the order of the books he wants to read.

Among the same books he wants to read, he does not pay much attention to the thickness of the books, but prefers to arrange them in order of height.

At present, the entire shelf, the books near the chair are older than the books in the distance, obviously they have been flipping through many times, and they have been reading them recently.

The thickness of the books on the shelves varies, but from tall to short, from tall to short, this arrangement is divided into five levels.

In the distance are political genres, and closer are literary books and detective books.

It's Kazama habits, that's right.

He randomly pulled out a relatively recent book, covered with old marks, a few pages where he had taken a lot of notes, and even a little hairy on the edges of the paper.

Sure enough, it's amnesia....

"Igarashi?"

The sound of Kazama Tsuru came from the stairs.

Igarashi turned around, with a familiar smile on his face again.

He raised the book in his hand to Kazama Tsuru.

"I remember you've read this book many times, and you've been reading it lately?"

Kazama Tsuru smiled.

"Yes, famous books will never go out of style, I have read "Snow Country" many times, but I still think it is very good."

Kazama Tsuru said as he walked down, still holding a stack of manuscripts in his hand.

"This one in your hand is..."

Igarashi Yang thought of something, and his eyes lit up.

"It was you who urged me to write the manuscript many times, I sorted it out, and it can be published as long as it is compiled into a book."

"Fantastic! You don't know how many letters those readers are sending in! I deal with those letters every day! Oh my God, the editor-in-chief is always asking me to urge you..."

Kazama Tsuru and Igarashi sat back down, chatting about various things.

Kazama Tsuru smiled and looked at the talkative guy on the other side, and took a sip of tea.

I don't know if there is a problem with the tea, he always feels as if there is no taste.

The two sat opposite each other by the window, and the aroma of tea and sunlight mixed with the most pleasant smell, lingering around.

......

Perhaps the least valuable thing is time, Kazama Tsuru found in a trance, unknowingly another autumn.

He received a call from the doctor, Yuishi Nagai, saying that it was about his condition, which he compiled and wrote into a thesis.

He called to apologize and ask if he could publish it publicly and if he needed to hide his information.

Kazama Tsuru was stunned for a while, he really didn't expect this one, but he thought about it and knew it.

It is a miracle for doctors to be alive that he is still alive in the world.

Maybe there are really people in this world who are born with a negative physique, but because of a certain illness, they accidentally died.

He didn't let Dr. Nagai hide the information too much, saying that he was called "Mr. Kazama" in the text.

He was originally a half-public figure, and coupled with the unusual setting of his physical condition, it was not a big deal.