[Reaper] window

.

……

I'm pretty sure a decorator is a tough job.

Now I have bright yellow Nippon Paint in one hand and a roller brush in the other, standing on the escalator with both feet—painting the wall.

I suddenly understood the feelings of the Luhuo group when they were unwilling to enter Zhibo's house. What a shame it was!It's like I don't want to walk into this dark green house with the contemptuous eyes of others (I think it is) every day, it's too bad!

So I decided to paint it bright yellow, there is no better color than this~

Don’t you think bright yellow houses match well with white window frames, white roofs, and white wooden railings? So the original dark green with white is simply scum!

I happily painted the wall, but it was inevitable that I raised my neck for a long time, and it was sore.

But when I think about it, I want to live here alone for a long time, and I am full of energy.

When I just came back a few days ago, I slept for 21 hours, and the moment I got up, my eyes went dark and I almost fell back on the bed.Quickly dig out Chunhuatang's snacks from the box to replenish energy.

Do a thorough cleaning of the whole house inside and out, then call for takeout, skip lunch and go straight to dinner.

The things sent back are basically complete, except for those that have not yet arrived: postcards from all over the world, British silver jewelry, Swiss army knives, Indian saris, Japanese kimonos, watches bought in the United States, symbol ornaments bought in Egypt...

It's all my harvest, and...

I climbed down the escalator, rubbed my neck, and sat down on the cat leg chair in the yard.

I took off my gloves and put them aside, took a sip of the honey tea on the small wooden table beside me, and ate a cookie to satisfy my hunger.

The left hand unconsciously touched the ring finger of the right hand.

The root of the ring finger of my right hand is my Japanese tattoo: black Japanese characters are wrapped around the ring finger, like a wedding ring.

Hush.

Not lying.

I don’t know why it was like writing this at the beginning, I don’t know if it’s to prove the authenticity of something, or I know it, but I want to pretend I don’t know it.

Every time I stroke this tattoo unconsciously, my mood becomes a little subtle. Although I didn't intend to make myself feel uncomfortable, but——

Anyway, I also-

The author has something to say: Playing Xianjian 3 is vomiting blood...

☆, birthday gift

I tied up my long hair, rolled up my sleeves, put on the rudiments of the cake from the oven and put them on the table, and pressed the shrimps one by one into the cheese in the frying pan, and put the cakes in the cooking pan aside. Remove the boiled noodles and place on a plate, topped with tomato bolognese.

Spread fresh cream evenly on the surface of the cake prototype, and write a big "20" on the white surface with bright yellow cream.

Take the shrimp and onion pizza out of the pot, put it together with PASTA, everything is done~

I turned off all the lights and lit twenty colorful slender candles for myself in the dark kitchen.

Today, September 9th, I'm having an Italian-inspired 24th birthday.

Taking a deep breath, I blow out all the candles at once.

It was dark in the room immediately, because it was late at night.The moonlight shone in through the window, and the cold silver color made the steaming hot food look extremely cold.

I sighed: If I had known I would not have turned off the lights just now, it made me lose my appetite at all.

Subconsciously stroking the ring finger of my right hand, I turned on the light, opened the cat leg chair and sat down, and first forked a shrimp to eat.

Well, I really am a chef~

Halfway through eating, the phone vibrated unexpectedly.

It must be the same table and the shameless front table.

I smiled and took the phone back from the counter, opened it, and the smile froze on my face.

A new message notification from [Vacant Ichigo] filled the entire screen.

……

"Hmm..." I yawned and looked up, seeing that the noodles and pizza were cold.

Why did I fall asleep after laying on the table for a while just now? It seemed like I had a very scary dream. Let me go, it can't be the midnight bell.

I yawned again, and I cut a small piece of cake for myself. There are bright yellow thin lines on the snow-white cream, which is really beautiful.

Feeling so full after eating the cake, I put the scarlet spaghetti bolognese and the pizza missing a shrimp in the freezer and threw the rest of the cake in the trash.

Cakes are only meaningful if you eat them on your birthday, and the next day, it’s meaningless and you’ll gain weight!

I went upstairs while yawning, I plan to go straight to sleep, washing my face and brushing my teeth is not bad this time, right?

Originally wearing pajamas, I licked my lips to prevent the cream and other things from sticking to the pillow, and then I turned my back to the bed and fell straight down.

It's a kind of happiness to be able to sleep when I'm sleepy - I hugged the quilt and rolled a little.

……

I looked at the five words [Disappearing Ichigo] on the screen like a ghost.

What does it mean?

A person who has disappeared can send a text message? ... What a joke!

If I found out who made the prank, I would cut him into pieces, pull his soul out of his body after he died, beat him into comminuted fractures inch by inch, and then headshot him.

If ever there was a bottom line for me, I think this is it.

The three hollows where the feather earrings and ear studs hung were burning with pain.

I dropped my phone and stood up abruptly, wanting to go back upstairs, but I was dizzy due to anemia, my eyes went dark, and my legs gave way and I fell back on the chair.

After taking a few breaths, the feeling of dizziness gradually faded, cold sweat seeped from my back, and then slowly flowed down.

Holding my forehead, on my right hand holding the phone, the black tattoo around the root of my ring finger is particularly obvious.

A 20-year-old is still afraid of a text message, and you are not afraid of me laughing forever! ——[Li] folded his arms around his chest, with a sneer on his face.

To shut up.

I took a deep breath, clicked on [Read], and saw four black Times New Roman characters on the pale page: Happy birthday.

Just like the four words I sent two months ago, on July 7th, two months ago, the four words were exactly the same-I curled the corners of my mouth weakly.

"Buzz!"

The phone in my hand vibrated again suddenly, and I let go of it in fright. It fell from the table, and I pressed the button the moment it fell to the ground, and read the new information directly.

I held my breath and picked up the cold phone from the ground, with the screen facing my eyes.

[Wake up. ]

"Boom!"

My eyes widened with palpitations, and I pressed my hands on the position of my chest and heart, feeling something breaking out of my body.

……

"Hu-hu-"

There was cold sweat on my forehead, neck, and back, and my heart was still beating abnormally at a high speed—I propped up my upper body on my elbows,

at the head of the bed.

It's too damn, like a nightmare.

I struggled to push a pillow back, and continued to lean on the head of the bed half-dead, the three words [wake up] echoing in my mind—in Ichigo's voice.

He pressed his temple firmly, but only thought of the glowing snow-white screen and the [Wake up] on it.

Now that I think about it, that screen looks like my phone, and I reached for the nightstand and found nothing—oh yes, I forgot it in the kitchen.

I lifted the quilt and went downstairs barefoot. I found my bright yellow mobile phone on the counter.

If you open it, you will see a photo of Ichigo and I in front of the carousel. There shouldn't be anything weird.

Thinking of this, I easily opened the flip cover, and sure enough: the deep blue sky, the glowing carousel, the fluttering snowflakes, the smiling me, and the astonished Ichigo.

A 20-year-old is still afraid of a nightmare, but you are not afraid of me laughing forever! ——[Li]'s voice is ridiculed, and there is a weirdness in it.

Very familiar.

[A 20-year-old is still afraid of a text message, and you are not afraid of me laughing forever! ]

Suddenly the same voice as [Ri] rang in my head with a sarcastic laugh, breaking the little bit of relaxation I had just gotten.

Short message!Damn, why didn't I expect that that glowing snow-white page is not a text message!

I quickly opened the inbox... There were only three text messages in it, one was from the same desk, one was from the front desk, and one was from the mobile service, and nothing else.

I turned around and leaned against the counter, finally taking a long breath of relief.

Putting the phone next to the sink, I turned on the tap, washed my face with cold water, and washed off the cold sweat on my forehead and neck just now.

I closed my eyes and went to the storage room to get a new towel. I washed it and dried the water on my face. I hung the towel around my neck and walked back to the kitchen.

As soon as I got the phone in my hand, I was so frightened by the vibration in my hand that my hands trembled. The phone fell from my loosened hand. I pressed the button the moment it fell to the ground and read the new information directly.

So familiar.

It's like I've seen the exact same thing somewhere, but I've forgotten it.

I held my breath and picked up the cold mobile phone from the ground, the screen was facing my eyes - making my originally relaxed smile froze at the corner of my mouth.

[Wake up. ]

The words on the screen coincided with the voice in my head, precisely making me think it was a sigh.

As I looked at these three words with trembling breath, the three holes in my ear and the tattoo on my right ring finger began to hurt sharply, and my heartbeat began to speed up for no reason.

I pressed my hand on the heart of my chest, and the red and fine stuff seeped out from every inch of my skin and floated into the air bit by bit.

Spiritual power, it is spiritual power!

I saw red spiritual power overflowing from my body, and then formed a vortex in the air, getting bigger and bigger.

……What?You say you can't imagine it?Well, you can refer to Naruto's red chakra when he went berserk, in short, how disillusionment came about.

I watched the red spiritual power pouring out of me, and I wanted to stop it but didn't know what to do.If it goes on like this, it won't be the same as letting go of the thoughts, you will die, right?

The red vortex was gradually forming, and my output of spiritual power gradually weakened and then stopped, which made me greatly relieved.

The vortex turned slower and slower, and finally stopped rotating. From the center, there was a black space expanding, expanding to the entire vortex, so the red spiritual power vortex became a——

black cavity.

I put away all my expressions and stared at this black space.

Think clearly! ——[Li] The voice of schadenfreude suddenly sounded.

To shut up.

[Do you dare to say that you didn't regret it at that time? ]——Her voice is exactly the same as mine, with an indescribable softness and malice in it.

I tell you to shut up.

[Go! ] She burst out laughing and screaming.

shut up!

I suddenly thought clearly of that phone call, that flashing [lazy mother] on the screen, that hand that pressed the phone and that blood-red sunset, that back that was swallowed by the sunset and that warmth hug.

I squeezed the mobile phone in my hand, and finally chose...pressed the shortcut key, and dialed [Lazy Mom].

"Hello?" After a while, her energetic voice came from the phone, "Youyou, what are you doing?"

I suddenly felt speechless and could only breathe into the phone.

"Youyou? Is something wrong?" Her voice became anxious.

Facing her, I will always be a child who will never grow up. Can I leave her?

"No, Mom, what if you don't see me after you go home?... For the rest of your life, what will you do?" I think this question I asked is particularly cruel, no matter who it is.

I don't know how she will react.

There was a sudden murmur, and then Dad's voice.

Dad said: A woman's greatest enemy is not time, power, money, or even herself, but men and love that cannot be extricated.

Dad said: Except for me, and your future husband, no one is worth too much from you, pay for me, because I gave you the love of the first half of my life, and pay for your husband, because the love of the second half of my life will be his come give.

Dad said: "If you think about it, go for it."

Yes, I'm 20 years old, I'm a woman, I can get married.

But the love affair at the age of 16 is too much for me: the ear piercing still hurts, and I can’t help but feel uncomfortable when I see the cherry blossoms when I go to Japan, and I also get a tattoo on the finger that should be wearing a ring. ...

Did I make a decision already at the beginning?

On my 20th birthday... black cavity.

The author has something to say: I will tell you without any accident, that [Wake up] was sent by the author~

☆、Traveling after anti-traveling

I looked at the black space blankly, and then went upstairs without looking back.

The black cavity in the kitchen was so stable that I wondered if it could be connected all the time, but I turned around and thought, isn't this thing maintained by my spiritual power, so there must be a day when the spiritual power is exhausted and disappears.

So I walked back to the room even more quickly, dug out the huge suitcase, stuffed everything I wanted to bring in, and quickly changed into a suit of clothes.

What?You said you thought I wasn't going when you saw me [turned and went upstairs without looking back]?joke!I'm still in my pajamas, so it's too embarrassing to go like this.And since you have time and conditions, of course you have to bring something.I am already a 20-year-old woman, so of course I have to be thoughtful when thinking about things, and I am no longer a desperate little girl.

Fingers across the things I collected one by one: a leather-covered notebook with an antique copper lock-my current travel diary; an iron model of the Eiffel Tower-I have hung countless earrings in the hollowed out place, the most eye-catching is a pair Peacock green long feathers; huge Doraemon dolls; crystal clear water leaks - I have complained many times that its time is not accurate...

It is said that if something is thrown away after being used 99 times, its grievance can turn it into a monster.

So I'm dropping you now.

I took off the earrings from the Eiffel Tower, put them in a jewelry box, and left the room cleanly.

If you want to go, you have to go without any regrets.Just like at dusk that day, like that Ichigo turned around after embracing him, like that straight back that got further and further away.

I only know now that he has been doing so well.

Whether it is [turning back] or [don't look back], you can almost use up all the courage to move on, so the most difficult thing is not [turning back] and [don't look back], but... [going forward].

[Go forward], you will get farther and farther away from those who [stay where you are], you will get farther and farther away from people who [go against you], and you will get further and further away from people who [cannot keep up with you] further away.

further and further.

It turned out that he had always done so well.

With my back against the door of the room, I took a deep breath and pulled the giant suitcase through the stairs to the kitchen.The black cavity with red edges still hangs stably in mid-air.

I moved a stool and stepped on it, looked inside, and tentatively put my hand in... nothing weird happened.

Good - I nod with satisfaction.

So I stepped on the table and threw the huge suitcase in first.Seeing it disappear into the black cavity like this, I have a magical feeling.

I feel that this black cavity is really cruel.

Just when I was about to jump in, I heard a voice coming through the black cavity.

Indistinctly, it was a nice female voice, which made half of my face turn cold.

- Inoue Orihime.

She was shouting in a cheerful tone: "Ichigo."

The original determination to go to that world was shaken in an instant.

[Hahahahahahahaha...] - [in] sharp laughter came from my heart.

Women are like that.

If the voice that came over just now was Aizen's, even if Aizen said "Say your last words, Kurosaki Ichigo", a woman would put her life in danger and be with the person she likes.

But if it's another woman...

A woman who was originally called "Kurosaki-kun", but now called "Ichigo".I have been to Japan and I know that in Japan, calling names and calling names is very different, especially between the opposite sex.

[Don't make excuses for your own cowardice, watch. ]

What should I do, Rie?

[迷うない (don't get lost), table. ]

When I close my eyes, all I can think of is that back, that blood-red sunset, that hug, and that brown shining eyes.

Perhaps when I keep saying that I want to forget, my brain has followed the true will in my heart: remember firmly, don't forget.

Haven't you already planned it out?

Just think it's to retrieve the suitcase—— I thought, squinting my eyes, and jumped into the deep black cavity.

[whispering sound!I don't know how to find a better excuse! ]

==I still like you who were a little more reasonable just now, Li.

……

Just like the dream of the one hundred and first night.

I fell quickly in the lightless darkness: the long hair on my chest and back was blown up by the rapid airflow, the wind passed through the three holes above my ears, and the corners of my clothes were blown up.

Uncontrollable breathing and rapid heartbeat, dizzy brain and closed eyes.

Afterwards I lost consciousness for no reason.

……

People who have seen eternity, their feelings are always particularly long-lasting.

It's a kind of complex of "the sea was too difficult for the water". When you meet such an outstanding person at the beginning, it's hard to fall in love with other ordinary people.

So I met Kurosaki Ichigo at the very beginning, if I didn't come to a man who is bothering you, I'm afraid I will be single for the rest of my life... Sigh. (The author couldn't help Tianyin: Give me four generations!)

……

The moment he regained consciousness.

"It hurts so much!" I leaned over to support my back and burst into tears.

Why is it so painful, what on earth am I sleeping on, a nail board? I'll go! TAT

I got up quickly, and I looked around - it turned out to be a Japanese room.So I slept on tatami mats... why is it so painful, I sleep on the floor at home and it doesn't hurt so much, okay?

He stood up and patted his back, twisted his waist, and heard a toothache sound of "Kara Kala".

Speaking of which, I still don’t know who the owner of this place is. When I saw that this is a Japanese-style room, my first reaction was: Could it be that I’ve been in "Tutor"?This is actually Erque's house?

Then [Li] laughed inwardly.

Come on, if someone knows that I disturbed the relationship between Er Que and Er Kui at Er Que's house, it would be a ghost if she didn't beat me to death and drag my body out of Er Que's house to bury me.

So who is the host here, come out, I'm starving.

Standing in the middle of the room, I wondered if it would be rude to just walk out?But in case someone throws me here, forget that I will not starve to death.

Suddenly the door of the room was pulled open, and I looked over, and I saw a pair of gray eyes hidden under the brim of the hat—oh, Meredith Quack!

Green and white hat, stubble on the chin, black cape-like coat, dark green pajama-like undershirt, and a pair of high clogs.

How did I forget about the Kambara shop!

Sure enough, after so many years, my good quality of [dropping the chain at a critical moment] will never change.

My eyes flickered, and finally I bent my eyes and said to the man standing at the door: "Mr. Puyuan?"

He looked straight into my crooked eyes, and swished open the small fan to cover his face: "This young lady knows me."

play dumb? ——I put away the mood that I had been joking about before.

If Ichigo came back from Minecraft with his memory, he should pass the information on to someone who can make a decision, and the best option among this [person who can make a decision] is the one in front of me—— Mr. Pu Yuan.

And if Ichigo didn't hide me as the information provider, then there is no reason why he couldn't deduce that I was that person with his higher IQ than Aizen, and there was no reason why he didn't know me.

Or did Ichigo hide it?Or is there no Ichigo who [been to my world] in this Shinigami world? ...

Various possibilities flashed through my mind, I kept my unchanging squinted eyes, and asked, "Ichigo hasn't lost Shinigami's ability again, has he?"

This question should be enough to clear my doubts.

If the Ichigo of this world has never been to my world, then everything will follow the direction of the comics, he will lose the ability of the god of death, and then learn the shitty full manifestation technique-this is the last thing I want.

And if Ichigo has not lost the ability of Shinigami, but Aizen has been thrown into [Infernal Affairs], it means that there has been a change in this world. It is very likely that the Ichigo here is the Ichigo I know. This person, as long as you see him, you can tell clearly.

I wait for his reaction.

"Hahaha, how could such a thing happen with the information provided by Ms. Chen~ It has all been resolved satisfactorily. I also want to thank Ms. Chen for her confession of everything." The man at the door put away the small fan in his hand , smiling heartlessly.

As soon as I came here, let me touch such a high-level evildoer, I feel that I am about to wither: my heart is already lying on the ground, frustrated and bent forward.

"Miss Chen, just wait patiently for a while, Mr. Kurosaki should be here soon." He put the fan somewhere, and then he planned to walk away.

You were playing dumb from the beginning! ! —My heart is breathing fire.

[He's leaving!idiot! ]

Oh yes, I have one more unspeakable thing.

"That...Mr. Urahara."

He turned and glanced at me, and said in a deliberately strange tone, "Anything else?"

do my best!Losing face is not as important as life, I said to him weakly: "I'm hungry..."

"Really," he said with a smile, looking very happy, "It's indeed time for dinner. Miss Chen, come out and eat with everyone."

Sine! —I secretly spartan.

……

The time to eat is tormented.

My eyes circled around the round dining table: the shop manager, Okidocho, Jinta, Xiaoyu and... are all around the normal height of human beings, only a piece suddenly sunken next to me: because it is a cat.

Black cat eh.

A black cat eating.

A 3D live-action version of a black cat that stacks bowls up to the ceiling for a meal.

I am not calm anymore.

"You've been eyeing me since we started eating, little girl." The black cat lifted its head from the bowl and looked at me with her golden eyes.

I covered my blushing cheeks with my hands, and looked back with glowing eyes: "Speak, speak!"

"You didn't already know."

"But there is a difference between knowing it early and actually seeing it~ So cool, cool, cool, cool, cool, cool..."

"Since you admire me so much, I will reluctantly let you touch my paw~"

"Red bean paste??"

She showed her cat paws.

I squeezed Yoichi's cat's paw in the gesture of shaking hands with a small animal, and then I covered my mouth and said happily: "The live-action version feels so good, the feeling of being unable to touch it in a comic book is really unacceptable." Yes. It would be great if Erque would let me touch Yundou... Woo, so cute~"

During this period, the store manager kept peeking at Yeyi and me with a strange expression.

But Ye Yi found out: "What does your expression mean?"

The end of being discovered is to scratch the face: "It hurts!"

The wicked have their own grind! ——I was circling inwardly and cheering, and then I was kicked down by a flying kick from [in] one side... Shete.

Just when Ye pair abused the store manager one-sidedly, and [Li] and I fought each other, Xiao Yu, Jinta, and Dagui Daochang watched and whispered while eating...

"Shua!" There was a sound of pulling the door outside, it sounded like the door was pulled open.

This Reiatsu——I widened my eyes.

The author has something to say:

☆、I am happy when you tell me what you are unhappy about

The very familiar Reiatsu, I immediately found the one on which I painted a strawberry with a bright orange color pen among the many white spiritual channels around me.

It hasn't been around me for a long time.

"It seems that the person who should come is here." The store manager stood up from the hard tatami, opened the door of the dining room, and then turned to me and said, "Come with me, Miss Chen."

Damn, I'm not ready yet, give me a place to hide, okay...==

[Fuck!Then what are you doing here?Hurry up and die! ]——So this kind of ostrich complex was deeply cast aside by [Li].

"Holding back is not a good habit, Ms. Chen~" the store manager's tone was full of jokes.

I looked at Yeichi, Hishitsusai, Jinta, and Xiaoyu who were sitting in rows in the dining room, their eyes were like laser beams "biu.biu.biu", and I felt a lot of pressure.

Why do people have eyes... Sigh.

I twisted a little in my heart, and was kicked down by [inside] as usual: [It's so useless!Tell you to drop the chain at the critical moment! ! ]

What words!This is my good quality.

It's a pity that even if I am an adult, my skin is still not thick enough for me to stay in the dining room with shame, so I can only follow the store manager to the store in the front hall.

Ah... nervous.

I'm more nervous than meeting Ichigo for the first time, what's going on.

I bent my eyes through the [-]-degree myopic lens, preventing anyone but me from seeing my complex and tangled inner activities.

Then I saw Mr. Store Manager open another door.

Although his tall back blocked my sight, I still knew: the front hall is outside this door.

The red light hits all the products in the store: not the manager's Honghime, not my bullet, and not Ichigo's swastika, but—the setting sun.

"Ah, isn't this Mr. Kurosaki? Did you come to the store to buy something to write about?" I felt that his voice was full of evil factors knowingly asking.

If it wasn't for me not being familiar with him, I would have already kicked in the past, believe me.

The person opposite did not answer the store manager's question, and was silent for a while, then said in a lower voice than I heard before:

"excellent."

This feeling is indescribable.

I suddenly thanked the semi-adult me ​​for my confession behind that gradually fading back. Without that sentence, what reason should I have come here, what reason should I have heard this call, and what reason should I have appeared in front of him.

The blankness from the age of 16 to the last second was broken like glass, and the fragments reflected the bits and pieces of the past, and finally fixed on the back figure in the center of the blood-red light, and then shattered.

Not getting far.

Fascinated, he caressed the ring-like tattoo on the ring finger of his right hand - boo 悪い (not lying). ——Finally verified truth.

It turned out that no matter what, I was—not willing to be left behind like this.

I'm not one of those people who stand still and wait for you to turn back when you're gone, and I'm not one of those people who try to keep up but can't run fast.

[Moving forward] I won't let you do this kind of thing alone.

"Ah~ so Mr. Kurosaki is here to find Ms. Chen? Then I won't bother you." With a wave of his fan, the store manager walked around me and walked inside, and closed the door behind him pretending to be considerate.

Without the cover of the store manager, the blood-red light of the setting sun shone straight into my curved black eyes through the window-like lenses.

——and the figure in the blood-red light.

Four years ago, the farther and farther back figure overlapped with the closer and closer frontal figure, which perfectly made me want to frown, but suddenly reminded me of a joke I had read in other books.

"Excellent." His beautiful brown eyes looked straight at me.

I kept my crooked eyes and put on a serious expression: "I'm glad that a handsome gentleman like you knows my name, but... who are you?"

There was imperceptible malice in his tone.

But I don't know how many times I underestimated Ichigo. He propped his forehead with one hand and looked at me helplessly: "Will you still bully me like this no matter how many years pass?"

"Didn't you trick me in..." I showed a disappointed expression.

He rubbed my long hair vigorously: "Don't bend your eyes anymore! If you bend your eyes any further, you will become Ichimaru Gin. Do you want to be like him?"

Speaking of which, the original work Satoichi Maruyin is dead!

"Is he dead?" Oh, I really want to know, I really want to know...

With a nasty expression on his face, Ichigo leaned closer: "You care about that guy."

"The Kansai dialect is pretty nice, and the others are pretty good, so I don't need to care about it~" I still bent my eyes, casually teasing something to perfuse him.

But the next second I regretted it.

He pulled my shoulders, took off my glasses, put his forehead against mine, and asked me, "Don't you think I'm the only one you should care about?"

Na, Nani?

I opened my eyes wide, and I could only look straight into Ichigo's beautiful brown eyes, but I was horrified to find the malice that usually only appeared in me.

No one told me that the grown-up Ichigo is black or not! !

"Or did I accidentally mishear the last sentence when I left?" He gave [accidental] a subtle accent when he said it.

I held my breath, the front hall was so quiet that I could vaguely hear the movement in the corner behind the door.

God, Buddha, Bodhisattva, Merlin, please let time come back!If everything was rewinded and restarted, I would have jumped at the store manager from the very beginning and rushed over. This Ichigo is so black that I can't stand it! !

"Give me back my glasses..." I started to change the topic, otherwise the four people behind the door plus one listened to everything, and I wouldn't be able to survive.

Besides, without glasses I would go from [dropping the chain at critical moments] to [dropping the chain every moment], trust me.

He helped me put on my glasses, and then took my hand and walked out of the Kambara store with ears on the wall: "How old are you now?"

Damn, this guy is half a head taller than me now.

"Aren't I the same age as you and ten months older than you?" I asked strangely.

"No, I'm 22 years old, you should be... 20 years old?"

"Eh? The flow of time in the two worlds is different..."

Then he whispered to himself: "It seems that you really forgot something. I wonder if the hippocampus is damaged."

Why does this sentence sound so familiar?I asked, "What did I forget?"

"Don't worry, I'll let you remember it slowly." I think he smiled maliciously.

In this cruel world, Ichigo stayed well with me at first, but he learned to be bad when he came here! TAT

[You role model is not qualified to criticize others! ]

"Oh right, where are we going now?"

"Of course it's my home, otherwise where else would it be?"

"I live at your house?"

"correct."

“…………… In what capacity?”

"...you tell me."

Xuete, this Ichigo is too difficult to deal with.

……

So we stood at the gate of [Kurosaki General Hospital].

"Anyway, seeing the 3D live-action version still feels amazing~" I rolled around in my heart, and was stepped on by [Li].

Ichigo continued to hold his forehead helplessly: "It's nothing special."

He pulled me to the door, stood behind me, wrapped one hand around my waist, and closed the doorknob with the other, with his mouth close to my ear, his bright orange hair making my face itchy: "Go in. "

The 22-year-old Ichigo is really black and dripping! ! TAT

I covered my flushed cheeks, and he walked in with his arms—that's why black belly, ghosts, and so on are the most annoying!

Walking into the porch and taking off his shoes, I heard Uncle Yixin yelling: "What are you doing, you bastard, you've eaten half of your meal.