Conan: When Shinjiu and Maolilan swap bodies

Ran sighed and started doing her homework seriously. When she encountered a difficult problem, Aoze would give her some pointers from time to time. She finished her homework relatively quickly.

After finishing her homework, Ran stretched and looked at Aoyama with a deep sense of感慨 (gǎnkǎi, a complex emotion encompassing both admiration and reflection).

"I really envy your brain. What I see as a difficult problem, you can solve just by looking at it..."

"Did your IQ increase when you used my brain?" Qingze retorted.

Ran Mouri felt as if she had been stabbed in the heart.

It's the same body, the same brain, so why doesn't she feel like a genius when she uses it?

The math problems that are supposed to stump her will still stump her.

Does intelligence follow the soul or the brain?

Ran Mouri thinks it might be the former.

Seeing Ran Mouri's dejected expression, Aozawa laughed heartily.

"Let's go, we can make it to dinner right away."

Seeing his bright smile, Ran Mouri took his hand.

Did you take your medicine today?

"have eaten."

"how do you feel?"

"She is quite calm."

……

The Matsui family.

A tense anticipation filled the living room.

"Are they here? When are they coming?"

Sachiko Matsui glanced out the door again, her fingers unconsciously twisting the hem of her clothes, her voice filled with undisguised tension and deep anticipation.

What does that child from my memory look like now?

Does he resemble his father more, or did he inherit his mother Reiko's gentle features?

Does he... still remember his aunt?

"Sister Xiaolan said it will take about 10 more minutes."

Matsui Hirotake glanced at his restless mother, then his gaze fell on his older brother beside him.

"Brother," Haowu's voice carried a hint of confusion, "why are you so nervous too?"

"me……"

Matsui Hidetoshi's palms were wet, and he kept wiping them with a handkerchief, a sign that he couldn't control his extreme anxiety.

Since his father's death, he has given up his dream of becoming an actor and plunged into the complicated affairs of the family business.

Now he is the pillar of the family, and he has to hold it up.

Even though it was incredibly difficult, he had to persevere for his mother and younger brother.

“I’m afraid he’ll see me like this and yell at me…”

With his mediocre appearance, Zhiyu's older brother would probably despise him to death.

Matsui Hirotake: "..."

Looking at his two family members who were completely flustered because of an upcoming guest, Haowu sighed silently in his heart.

This family still needs him.

The low hum of an engine grew louder as it approached.

When the car came to a smooth stop in front of the Matsui family villa, the mother and her two children inside stood up almost simultaneously!

"Quickly! Open the door!"

Matsui Sachiko hurriedly instructed the servants, and then quickly led her two children out to greet them.

Inside the car, Qingze's gaze pierced through the window and landed on the beautiful woman who was walking gracefully towards him.

Without Ran Mouri needing to remind him, that face, those eyes so similar to his own yet brimming with gentleness, instantly made him recognize the other person.

Sachiko Matsui, mother of Tomohiro Fukuda, and twin sister of Reiko Fukuda.

She is in her forties and takes good care of herself; time seems to have been exceptionally kind to her, leaving few traces on her face.

Those eyes were so gentle that he... felt a little dazed.

The car door opened, and Qingze took a step out.

The moment their eyes met, tears welled up in Sachiko Matsui's eyes and streamed down her face like beads from a broken string!

The child from back then has grown up, inheriting the best features of both parents, becoming tall and handsome.

Looking at him, the anxiety that had been hanging over me finally subsided.

Judging from the looks of it, they seem to be doing quite well.

Reiko... if you are watching from heaven, you should be at peace now that you see this...

Seeing the tears on Matsui Sachiko's face, Aozawa froze, wanting to turn around and leave.

He hates this kind of scene.

He didn't feel happy about this family reunion-like scene; he only felt awkward and helpless.

Matsui Hidetoshi's gaze was fixed on Aozawa, the exceptionally intelligent and seemingly omnipotent person from his childhood overlapping with the figure before him.

More than a decade has passed, and the charm in his eyes and brows is still faintly discernible, only the naivety has faded and the features have matured into the sharp edges of maturity.

That temperament remained unchanged; the innate aloofness and indifference in his gaze was exactly the same as I remembered.

"elder brother--"

A call filled with complex emotions, thick with nasal tone, burst out uncontrollably!

Hearing the shout, Qingze's face remained expressionless; he didn't even know how to respond.

"I'm sorry, I've lost some memories and forgotten a lot. Who are you?"

His voice was calm, yet tinged with apology.

A clear look of surprise flashed across Sachiko Matsui's eyes, but she quickly understood.

Yes... otherwise, how could there have been no news of them for so many years?

She gently raised her hand, tenderly wiping away the tears from the corners of her eyes with her fingertips, and tried to force a relieved and reassuring smile onto her face.

"It's good that you're still alive..." Her voice choked with emotion, but it was filled with genuine relief. "Seeing that you're alright, my heart... can finally rest easy..."

She took a deep breath and introduced Aozawa: "I am Matsui Sachiko, your aunt. This is your younger brother, Hidetoshi, who was born in the same year as you, and this is Hiromu."

"Hello, brother!" Matsui Hirotake greeted politely.

Compared to last time, the person in front of me has changed a bit. They've toned down their aloofness and seem much gentler now.

His gaze fell on Ran Mouri, as if he were deep in thought.

Is it because of Sister Xiaolan?

Chapter 401 "Not bad" was the best answer he could give.

"elder brother!"

Looking at Aozawa, Matsui Hidetoshi's eyes turned completely red, and his voice trembled, "You really... don't remember anything?"

Looking at Qingze's indifferent gaze, as if he were looking at a stranger, a huge sense of loss almost overwhelmed him.

Even they don't remember him, so how much of his memory has he lost?

Qingze: "..."

Aozawa grabbed Ran Mouri's hand beside him.

I really want to leave.

Ran Mouri sensed his tension and gently squeezed his hand in reassurance. She took a step forward and explained to the Matsui family in a soft voice:

“Aze suffered a very serious injury. He doesn’t remember anything from before he was ten years old…”

"Miss Mori..."

Upon seeing Ran Mouri again, and her hand clasped tightly with Aozawa's, Hidetoshi Matsui forcibly suppressed the tears welling up in his eyes, and forced a sincere and relieved smile to appear on his lips.

He did have feelings for Ran Mouri, but that was all.

No wonder he's his brother... They not only look alike, but their taste in people is also so similar.

A strange sense of pride rose within him.

Ran Mouri smiled and greeted the Matsui family: "Aunt Sachiko, Mr. Hidetoshi, and Takeshi, it's been a long time."

Matsui Hirotake tilted his head, his eyes sparkling, "Sister Ran, are you two together?"

They're holding hands, they must be together!

"Mmm." Ran Mouri blushed slightly and nodded in acknowledgment.

"Good boy..."

Looking at their tightly clasped hands, Sachiko Matsui's smile grew even more gentle and loving.

She glanced quickly at Xiujun beside her, and seeing that he looked calm and there was nothing wrong with him, she was truly relieved.

She greeted us with a smile, "It's cold outside, let's come inside and talk."

Inside the restaurant, long tables were laden with exquisite and abundant dishes, their aroma filling the air.

Matsui Sachiko almost non-stop used serving chopsticks to put various dishes into the bowl in front of Aozawa, quickly piling up a small mountain.

Qingze held his chopsticks, his gaze fixed on the small mountain of food in his bowl, and remained motionless for a long time.

I have no idea where to start, I really have no idea where to start.

Sachiko Matsui noticed his stiffness and silence, her smile faltered, and she apologetically put down her chopsticks:

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry... I was too impatient."

"It's nothing." Qingze's voice was flat and emotionless.

He casually picked up a few pieces of food from the top of the bowl and put them in his mouth.

Anyway, they taste the same.

Watching him eat quietly yet distantly, Matsui Sachiko's eyes welled up again, and she quickly raised her hand to wipe her eyes.

The young man's lowered eyelashes and silent profile seemed to overlap with the intelligent and quiet figure in my memory at this moment.

She couldn't help but speak, her voice trembling with barely perceptible sobs:

"Zhiyu... how have you been all these years?"

Qingze paused very slightly while chewing.

"……good."

He didn't object to the title, nor did he call her "Auntie," treating her with the same distance and politeness one would show when visiting a stranger's home.

"That's good...that's good..."

Sachiko Matsui murmured repeatedly, a mixture of relief and deeper sorrow, "If only... if only I had known you were still alive sooner..."

How can a child who has lost both parents and has no memory of them truly live a good life?

Even if things are going well, the goodness is only so-so.

Qingze didn't know how to respond to such words, so he simply remained silent.

He really didn't like this kind of scene.

What does it matter if things are going well? What does it matter if things are going badly?

The past is gone and cannot be changed.