[Death] Xiao Ran Yimeng

He calmly closed the window.

"Really? There is obviously no problem. I just went to see it yesterday." Kisuke Urahara pushed Ulquiola away involuntarily, opened the window and looked out, "I just said, there is no problem at all."

Seeing the intact house, he felt relieved, and the moment he closed the window again, there was a strange sound of collapse coming from outside, he pushed the window open, and after seeing it clearly, he closed it calmly, telling himself that it was dizziness, and then pushed it open again, "Who did this! Why did the Urahara store, which was fine just now, turn into ruins?"

"Oh, it seems we can't be neighbors anymore."

Ulquiola's faint voice rang in my ears, I don't know why I always feel that he is gloating, Urahara Kisuke said with a gloomy face, "Mr. I can't appear in front of Mengluo, and I used this method?"

"If you finish drinking, you can leave."

"Are you changing the subject? You just used ringing and flashing, it must be! It's too much, and it's used in such a way."

"No."

"Do you think I would believe it?"

"..."

"..."

A black cat looked at the two and sighed, then picked up the teacup in front of him.

The voice in the room began to heat up violently from the beginning of the argument. The loudness of the voice passed through the door to Mengluo's ears. The smile on her lips became wider, and the warmth in her eyes couldn't be bettered, but soon her smiles were exhausted. Disappeared, she looked at her palm, where there was a small note unfolded gently, this is the note that Matsumoto Rangiku handed her just now, it said...

The more she looked at it, the more dignified her expression became, and in the end she clutched the note tightly, as if she wanted to crush it.

"What's wrong?" Ulquiola saw something wrong when he came back.

"It's nothing..." She shook her head lightly, but in the end she didn't say anything, and he didn't ask, but just walked to her side, held her trembling hand, just like she once held his hand and said with a smile, That way, it won't hurt anymore.

Meng Luo was taken aback by the sudden touch, she hesitated for a long time before calling out his name softly.

Facing his suspicious eyes, Meng Luo explained: "I just want to call you that."

"Dream falls."

"what happened?"

"Just wanted to respond to you like this."

"Really..." I want to verify whether this is true. All this is too real, so real that I doubt it. If you know that you don't remember everything he has experienced, then forget everything How can my own self verify whether this is true or not? They all have something to do with their past, but the current self... no longer remembers those pasts.

Are you scared?

Well, I'm scared.

What about him?Did you respond because you noticed your worry? This is how you tell yourself...

"We still have a long time, I will tell you those old stories little by little, even if you really don't remember, it doesn't matter, because a new story has happened, and I... will always be by your side holding Your hand." Ulquiorra squeezed her hand tightly, interlocking his fingers.

"En!" Meng Luo nodded heavily, and held his hand back.

He was telling himself in this way... that he was.

Yes, he is here.

Meng Luo slowly let go of the other hand, and the note tightly held in the palm slowly floated down, those things are no longer important...

I used to like pure white, because white is very clean, as if it will never change, but the color of the world is not only white, nor is it a simple monochromatic system, there are often many colors mixed together, but this is not It means that it is not pure anymore, this is just another gesture of it, maybe the one who was afraid of losing before was stubbornly pursuing the unchanging white color.

But now I suddenly don't want to do this anymore, I want to accept other colors, maybe my white cloth has already been dyed with various other colors, and they are vividly printed on it, I believe that no matter how time passes, it will not change. It will fade, although I no longer remember everything that used to be, but it doesn't matter.

As long as he is still there, as long as he is still there.

That's enough...

There is no gap between the two hands clenched, perhaps for them, they have found the most important thing for each other.

The sun shone in through the screen window, printed on them obliquely, and illuminated the cabinet behind them. There was a photo above the cabinet in the most conspicuous place. The background was a bustling amusement park. The boy and the girl looked at each other. And Li, perhaps at the beginning there was no need for a contractual connection between them, because they had already found each other before they even realized it, and there was a thread connecting them at that time.

The girl in the photo was smiling like a flower, her eyes were full of sunshine, and he was reflected in her eyes, he stood silently, even he didn't realize that there was a very shallow smile on his lips.

Some things don’t need to be deliberately catered to, because it has come when you don’t expect it. At that time, just listen to the voice in your heart. Meng Luo smiled, and the smile was the same as the photo. No change……

She looked sideways at the person beside her, he was always by her side, always by her side, in the past, present, and the unknown future, maybe many things she could not predict, but as long as she held his hand , it seems that I won’t be afraid anymore. In fact, what happened in the past is really not that important. I only know that I will keep holding on to my hand, and that’s enough...