dark color

"Tick tock...tick tock" "Tick tock...tick tock" A little bit of starlight is shining into the room from the window, but I can't see anything except myself.

The dark surface of the water has restrained all the light.

Ah.

Aizen pushed the quilt up.

In the quiet Mao dormitory, there is only the shallow breathing of the roommate, not even the sound of insects.

Can't even you wait?Mirror flowers and water moon.

Aizen stood in front of the dark and gorgeous gate, staring indifferently at the three big characters "Sword Soul Hall" above.

Turning around, he waved his hands to those who were looking at him worriedly, smiling just right, and the young man's nice voice was full of imperceptible comfort, full of nostalgia.

"Well, I'm going in."

The door closed slowly with a long, dull sound, as if it had been settled for countless hours.

Aizen didn't look back, he had his usual smile, and watched indifferently as the light around him gradually decreased as the door closed until it was pitch black.

I knew...that would be the case.

The young man took a step forward, listening to his steps making a pleasant sound on the ancient square bricks.

One step...two steps...three steps...four steps...

The black-haired girl bid farewell to her nagging parents with an expression of impatience on her face, but a satisfied smile appeared on her face when she turned around.

Walking with friends in twos and threes, the girls talked loudly and vividly, while she listened quietly, interjecting a few words from time to time.

He would blush for a few words of ridicule, and he would smile sincerely for a little thing.

He is not very good at handwork, and occasionally loses his temper and messes up the things he just made, and then has to ask his friends for help pitifully.

He took the report card with a calm face, but in his heart he wanted to show it to his parents as soon as he got home with a little pride.

I hate cloudy and rainy days, and whenever the weather is sunny, I will jump up and down like a child.

It's not that there are unhappy things, but she firmly believes that time will dilute everything, and what she has to do is to cherish all the happiness carefully.

These are her treasures.

The boy didn't stop, he stopped before every memory, looked carefully, and then continued to move forward.

Dad, mom, relatives, friends... Until, her whole world.

The boy finally stopped, and he looked at the girl in front of him.

The long black hair fell on the girl's shoulders, and she slowly raised her head, revealing a small face that could only be regarded as delicate at best.

But those eyes were very clear, and the long eyelashes cast a small shadow on the face.

"Really, this baby face still hasn't changed at all... I feel helpless to be regarded as a junior high school little sister all the time."

The young man took two steps forward, stroked the eyes in front of him, and relaxed words came out of his mouth.

"Speaking of which, don't you think it's impolite to use someone else's face in front of this deity, looking like a mirror?"

The girl blinked, but said nothing.

"Really,"

The boy covered his face, "If this continues, I will be jealous."

"It's just a knife, but it can still have that kind of eyes, obviously it used to be my thing."

Unfortunately, that kind of thing is an obstacle to survival.So, he dropped it.

"Are you angry? Then, kill me."

The girl opened her mouth and handed him a knife.

"So, that's what you thought..."

The boy raised his lips.

Can he who cannot cut off the past be your master?

Even with the appearance and thinking of a human, the essence of a knife is still a knife.

A knife is a murder weapon, no matter what the reason is, it cannot change this.So, you can mercilessly request to cut it off?

However, if a person even easily denies himself, he is truly cowardly and incompetent.

So, a knife is a knife.

The girl looked at him, lowered her eyes in disappointment, "Aren't you going to do it?"

It's really... cute.

Some sighed and chuckled, Aizen walked forward with the gentlest smile, and then hugged the girl.

"Let me tell you something,"

He whispered in the girl's ear, "You know what? An illusion is always just an illusion."

So he wouldn't foolishly treat the girl in front of him as his original self, so he didn't care about cutting off and being attached to her.

The real self, of course, is kept in his heart, in his softest but also darkest corner, sleeping peacefully.

With a slight smile, he pulled out the bloody long knife from the girl's back, carrying the warmest, blood from his heart.

He watched the girl's eyes wide open, a little surprised, but more of a gratification that turned into a little brilliance, and then disappeared, the expression on her face was still as warm as jade.

goodbye.He mouthed but didn't say it aloud.And—"Welcome."

The long knife in his hand gradually changed, dark and deep like night, with enchanting patterns intertwined with each other.

"welcome,"

And again he said, "Through the mirror."—My, mate.

########### Those memories not only did not fade, but became more vivid day by day.He remembered every word his mother had said, even the number of times he had cried since he was born - almost like a monster - thinking of every little thing, no matter how small, uncontrollably.

It was God's curse, and he knew it.The so-called eternal memory thing.

Really...

########### He suppressed the sneer he was about to blurt out, and opened his eyes.

He knew someone was watching him, and it forced him to wake up from those seemingly endless dreams.In some ways, he should thank her.

It was a very beautiful girl with long straight black hair and delicate and soft features. She should be the type that can arouse the protective desire of men.

But so what?

"what!"

The girl seemed startled when she saw him wake up suddenly.She took a few steps back awkwardly, her face flushed with embarrassment.

"Lan...Senior Aizen!"

She let out a low cry, then lowered her head as if she didn't have the strength to say another word.

However, he did not leave.

"What's wrong?"

He left the cherry tree he leaned against, and asked in a very gentle tone.

Someone is approaching, huh?More than one?However, he did not step forward.

He stopped in his tracks. He should feel very embarrassed when encountering such a thing... Judging by that person's personality.

Thinking this way, the smile on his face deepened unconsciously.

He heard a low gasp.The girl seemed to have made up her mind and stepped forward with a determined face.

"Ex...Senior, I..."

Her face flushed, her fingers twisted restlessly.

If possible, Aizen would like to tell her that you don't have to work so hard, because I know everything you want to say.Because I was born in the seventh generation, I have encountered this kind of thing a lot recently.

Knowing that it is impossible, but wanting to put all their eggs in one basket with their last hope.

Precisely because it is a very ordinary and pure girlish feelings, it looks extraordinarily beautiful.Unfortunately, in "that world" he didn't even grow up to that age...

"I... I like senior!"

Ah, I've said it - I thought casually in my heart, he is really not a good person, so he can treat others' sincerity with such a contemptuous attitude.

The young man frowned slightly, looking a little embarrassed and at a loss.He hesitated for a while, as if he was thinking about how to say so as not to hurt the girl in front of him.

"sorry,"

The boy's brown eyes met the girl's, full of gentle apology and heartfelt gratitude - such a refusal will not make the visitor completely give up, but will breed luck and hope.

But he is Aizen Soyousuke, Mao's most gentle senior.So it is only possible to make such a refusal.

"I……"

He opened his mouth, but was quickly interrupted by the girl.

"Senior Aizen, please stop talking!"

The girl's eyes were full of tears, but she still raised her head bravely and looked directly into those ever-warm eyes.Forced to smile, "I... I just want Senior Aizen to know my intentions, and I don't expect a response from... Senior."

"It's just my...self-willedness. Excuse me, senior!"

She lowered her head, gave him one last look, then turned and walked away quickly.

The boy looked at her back and didn't make a sound, then closed his eyes tiredly.

Without looking back, he asked the young man who came behind him, his usual gentle voice was tinged with confusion, "Shishi Lang, I am making people sad again."

The white-haired boy was stunned when he heard the words, and then said softly, "But it's not Soyousuke's fault."

"Yeah, it's not my fault."

He sighed and lay down naturally.Pillowing the boy's leg, he said half-truthfully, "But, I don't even know what liking is, so how can I respond to her?"

That's right, Aizen Soyousuke is just an ignorant boy who doesn't even understand liking, so he can't even respond correctly, and no one will blame him.

"Soyousuke...is there really no one you like?"

The voice from above was full of hesitation, and no emotion could be heard.

"what,"

He nodded, and changed his seat comfortably. The boy's chin was round and graceful, and his white hair fell down, dancing around his neck.

Ah, what a beautiful scene.Thinking of this, the boy asked heartlessly, "Why does Shishilang ask like that?"——but his voice was gentle with concern.

"No, nothing!"

The boy suddenly became embarrassed, he didn't know whether to be happy or disappointed.He changed the subject bluntly, "Which team does Soyousuke plan to join after graduation, can I go with you?"

"Hey, Shishiro doesn't have a team he wants to go to?"

"No...uh, not really. I just don't want to be separated from Soyousuke."

"Hehe, Shishiro, why are you still acting like a child, we will be separated one day."

"I do not know!"

The boy straightened up excitedly, and immediately noticed the abnormality in his tone, "Uh...I mean, why does Soyousuke think so?"

"What's so strange about this? If Shishiro gets married one day, if he still stays with us every day, his wife will be angry, right?"

He laughed, somewhat teasingly.

But the white-haired boy blushed anxiously, "I don't want to be separated from Soyousuke! I don't want to get married!"

"What are you talking about? Shishiro has such childish moments..."

He didn't finish his sentence, because the panic-stricken young man had already hugged him.

"Don't...don't leave me, okay, Soyousuke?"

A low voice of inquiry came from his arms, muffled, the boy buried himself in his arms.

Aizen's eyes darkened, and then he said in a relaxed tone, "Okay, I won't leave Shishiro, I will always be with you, because Shishilang is my best friend... we two still have Chunshui , will always be together."

Even though he said so, he was destined to break his promise.He is just a sad doll who is full of lies and wears a hypocritical mask all day long.The person who can manipulate his so-called thread of fate is called a god.

"I don't want to be Soyousuke's friend!"

The boy stubbornly raised his head and looked at him, as if he had suddenly gained courage, not allowing him to avoid his gaze.

The reflective lenses blocked the eyes of the young man with Sufa hair.The air seemed to stand still.