Conan: The Man Behind the Romance

Chapter 173 Yingsheng: I dare not look into your eyes, Xiaolan
"Eh?"

Xiaolan pouted and said, "This is too brief. It doesn't say anything at all."

Yingsheng shrugged: "I told you it was stream of consciousness. Even her voice was actually something I imagined. I can't even describe it to you."

"What kind of voice did Mizuki-kun imagine? And she should have a general image, a gentle big sister, or a cute little girl?" Xiaolan asked curiously.

"Everything is wonderful, all comes from the mind, do you understand?"

Yingsheng glanced at Xiaolan and said, "She is not a creature with a fixed appearance like humans. As long as my heart is moved and my body is touched, her stream of consciousness is constantly changing. Even if I must give her some kind of anthropomorphic image, it must be a celestial being, who does not exist in the world and cannot be described. Moreover, I have never thought of lowering her status like this. She is like clouds and smoke, air and sunshine, omnipresent, and coexists with me."

Xiaolan was silent for a long time: "She is a part of you?"

“That’s roughly the way it is.”

"Then she... Sorry, now that you put it that way, I finally understand why you just called her 'it'." Xiaolan's eyes were complicated. Air and sunshine were already necessities of life. Mizuki-kun's past...

It must be lonely.

Because of loneliness, one uses abundant imagination to imagine such an existence in the spiritual world. From then on, the world is finally no longer empty.

Compared to her, he is so strong that it is admirable.

Yingsheng looked at Xiaolan's expression and roughly guessed what she was thinking, but he didn't explain. Although he didn't shy away from talking about the past, after all, they were in different worlds and it was not easy to go into details.

Xiaolan finally raised her head, her eyes shining with hope: "Can I know how Shuiyuejun calls her?"

Yingsheng smiled softly: "Miaoyin."

“Wonderful sound…”

"Four hundred billion nayutas of sentient beings have never had any intention of attaining the supreme Bodhi..." Yingsheng paused, "Forget it, just understand it as a beautiful sound, and then it contains great wisdom, guiding me in everything I do."

Xiaolan seemed to be thinking about something: "It is indeed a nice name, but..." She paused and said nervously: "Isn't Bodhi a Buddhist word? And Shuiyue-jun said last time..." After all, she stopped.

When it comes to matters of faith, it's better for someone like her to keep her mouth shut.

But Yingsheng had obviously heard it, and laughed: "You want to talk about Xuantian."

Xiaolan nodded weakly: "If it's inconvenient..."

"nothing."

Yingsheng hesitated for two seconds and said, "You can think of Miaoyin as a teacher in compulsory education, and Xuantian as my parents, professional mentor, superior, leader, and everything else. This is not actually a belief, and it has nothing to do with Buddhism, but it doesn't matter, so let it be."

Everyone who grows up in the public orphanage will hear the wonderful music, but not everyone will be favored by the gods.

"Anyway, this is the whole process of my being moved."

Yingsheng smiled and looked at Xiaolan who was still in deep thought, and said with a smile: "Why, do you want to introduce a woman to me according to this meaning?"

Xiaolan shook her head dejectedly: "The meaning described by Shuiyuejun is too beautiful. It doesn't exist in reality at all."

"So, I have no choice. If I can't be an experiencer, I can only be an acting expert."

"…………May I ask how she left?"

"Hasn't the answer already been given?"

Xiaolan was stunned for a moment, then suddenly realized it was Xuantian.

This answer made her even more depressed. Xuantian's image could replace Miaoyin, and it was undoubtedly more noble and perfect. It was impossible to find a corresponding image in the real world.

Yingsheng looked at him sideways and said, "I always feel like you are thinking about some very rash questions."

Xiaolan quickly shook her head: "I will never anthropomorphize Xuantian!"

"Heh, you guy, forget it, He doesn't care." Yingsheng yawned, "Anyway, I have a long way to go in finding true love, and judging from the current situation, one-sidedness is enough, so it doesn't matter whether there is such a thing or not."

"Ugh……"

Xiaolan sighed softly: "I'm sorry, I made big promises before, but in the end I couldn't do anything."

"Ah..." Yingsheng also sighed: "I'm sorry, I boasted before, but until now you haven't changed your bad habit of thinking too much."

"..."

Xiaolan glared at him: "Don't think too much, I know, but can't I care about you?"

Yingsheng stretched out his right hand to her and said with a smile: "Then you might as well be more direct like this."

Xiaolan's ears turned red, and she snorted softly. She stretched out her left hand and took Yingsheng's hand, slowly interlocking their fingers, and landed beside the two of them, walking hand in hand.

"Will this help?" she asked.

"It should be useful. Just like a virus, Tianshu's consciousness will be gradually eroded." Yingsheng said with a smile.

“…What a strange metaphor.”

"To some extent, it is true."

"Then... wouldn't you be disgusted?"

"Dead yesterday, alive today, people's hearts change all the time, I will never resist the laws of nature. Just like you, Xiaolan, although I think your level is far from enough, but compared to the beginning, you have indeed changed."

"Like This……"

Xiaolan smiled gently and asked frankly the doubt that had arisen before: "What does Shinichi want to do with Miss Mingmei?"

"I'm not sure, maybe it's related to the case or Xuesong-san's matter."

"Has the relationship between them changed?"

"Weren't you there last night?"

"I am the one who is in charge."

"Then so do I."

"Eh? Why?"

Yingsheng squeezed her hand: "What do you think?"

Xiaolan snorted: "What does it matter? You are not serious about it anyway. You are just accompanying me."

"Maybe I'm not sincere. I've already fallen deeply in love with you and can't extricate myself."

"Haha, what a fake statement."

"I'm serious. Do you know why some people confess their love on April Fool's Day? It's to give themselves some wiggle room so as not to be too embarrassed when rejected. I'm just pretending to be nonchalant because I'm afraid you can't forget Kudo. I'm just becoming a clown."

"I don't believe it. I have seen through you."

"Oh no, I'm going to screw up, am I? If I really fall in love with you and you think I'm joking, then I'll be a joke, right?"

"Well... that kind of thing can be seen, just like a candle in the dark night."

"Are you serious?"

"of course."

Xiaolan stood there, waiting for Yingsheng to turn around, and looked into his eyes with bright eyes: "Look at each other for a minute, I can definitely tell."

"Didn't we look at each other in the audience before?"

"That's different. At that time, it was about determination. Now, if Shuiyue-kun only thinks of me, I will only think of you."

"That's it..."

Yingsheng smiled lightly and turned his head away: "Forget it, I don't dare."

(End of this chapter)