dark color

"silver."

Aizen looked at the child who was pulling his sleeve, and let out a helpless chuckle.

The sleepy-eyed child was still rubbing his eyes with one hand, but firmly grasped his sleeve with the other.

"Okay, Silver."

He had no choice but to reach out and ruffle the silver-white hair, with a comforting taste, but the words he spit out were unquestionable, "It's useless to act like a baby."

There is no need to hide your true nature in front of Yin.So he didn't maintain that hypocritical appearance in front of people.However, even so, Silver is still very dependent on him.

In other words, this is just an instinct.The mutual attraction of two people who are also in the dark...predation.For this purpose, it doesn't matter even if you use some cunning tricks... For example, Yin's "acting like a baby" How can people like them who are soaked in darkness have the so-called "acting like a baby" emotion?

And even though both of them knew it well, Yin still did it.

It's a pity that his hands are not warm, and he can't even warm a person.

"Have you finished your homework yesterday?"

he asks.

Since it was impossible to be with him all the time, he turned what was taught him into something like homework.

"Well, it's done."

The child nodded, and then showed a little expectation.

Even though those eyes were still squinted, Aizen could know the child's inner thoughts.

Yin's talent is indeed very good, but it is not an easy task to complete those "homework".Aizen looked at the scars that had accumulated at first glance, they must have been practicing hard.

There is a soft emotion spreading in my heart.Only this child, he will not hide his likes and dislikes.

So he smiled softly, a soft smile that implied intimacy and anticipation.

However, neither of them mentioned the wound, and he would not bandage him.

This child must learn to face all this by himself.In this case, even if he is the only one left, he can still live very well.

That's... good.Aizen lowered his eyes.

"So,"

He knelt down, "As a reward, I will come back with dried persimmons today."

As expected, the child's cheers were heard.For persimmons, he is really persistent.

Aizen couldn't help but twitched the corners of his mouth.Finally rubbing the child's silver head, he pushed open the door, "Jia, I'm leaving~" Yin's words did not say those farewell words like "be careful on the road", he just opened the pair of rubies His eyes kept looking at your back until it disappeared from his sight.

And every time, after such a farewell, I always feel very at ease.

Behind him, there is always someone waiting, and there is always a home that needs his protection.

At this time, there will be a feeling of "ah, the world has not abandoned me".Although, he was expelled from his own world early, by a creature named God.

####### After saying goodbye to Yin, I ran into the child after walking a short distance.

Yes, did you come here specially to wait for him?

It's been so many days, and it's only now that I've figured out something and made a decision.

So the brown-haired boy smiled, looking extra warm in this slightly cold late autumn.

"Long time no see, Bai Zai."

The child froze for a moment, as if he was slightly uncomfortable with his calm reaction.

He responded in a low voice, took two steps back, and then just looked at him blankly as if he didn't know what to say.

"I can't do this,"——finally, Aizen said with a sigh, "If you're late on the first day, you'll be in trouble..."

Lazy tone.

Bai Zai raised his head puzzled, why this man, when he said such words, would still give people the impression of being gentle with incredible warmth.So, when the man lowered his head, hugged him and smiled lightly, "Go somewhere with me?"

When, he did not refuse.

Exactly the same embrace with the fragrance of saponin, the same silent gentleness, even if you know it's an illusion, it's still the same, making you nostalgic.

"All right,"

Shunbu came to a secluded forest, Aizen put down the boy in his arms, his tone was as calm and gentle as when he first saw him, "What Bai Zai wanted to say, I can say it now."

Not even the slightest change in anticipation of what he might say.

This man... The future head of the Kuchiki family raised his eyes and stared at the person in front of him, staring at his handsome face and the brown eyes hidden behind a pair of glasses without moving.

The boy stood aside with a smile, not breaking the silence at this moment.Although there was still a smile on the corner of his mouth, it seemed to be isolated from the world, so cold that people could not feel any warmth.

The hands hidden in the wide cuffs were clenched tightly until warm liquid slowly flowed out from between the fingers, and hit the dry leaves drop by drop, making a crisp "pop" sound.

And the silence between the two was finally broken.

Aizen frowned and looked at the bright red liquid on the ground, this child is indeed Byakuya Kuchiki.

The brown-haired boy suddenly sighed, and the tense atmosphere between the two of them disappeared without a trace, as if it had never appeared before.

"Hand out."

Kuchiki Byakuya pursed his lips, looked at him with complicated black eyes, but obediently stretched out his hand.

He felt a pair of hands that were wider than him, but unexpectedly cold, wrapped his body, and then silently applied the medicine and bandaged it.Overhead.

Aizen looked at the pair of hands in front of him that looked slightly fair and small due to age, but the fingertips and the calluses on the tiger's mouth were already very thick—not something a person of this age should have at all.Also, those wounds that were bleeding continuously, were caused by the boy himself.It wasn't a flesh injury anymore, the whole palm was bloody.

Even so, don't want to say it.

Lan Ran looked at the boy who had turned his head away, only showing a slightly red ear, and suddenly felt a little soft-hearted.

Obviously, both Yin and himself have suffered far more serious injuries than this.But I never bandaged him once.Because they all understand that dependent things and soft feelings are unnecessary and cumbersome things for a person who lives in the dark.

If hope is a painful luxury, it is better not to have it in the first place.Only in this way can they appear a little proud and calm when difficulties come.

All this time, he had been looking forward to Yin.

Even if you are alone, you can live well, and you can always straighten your back, another self.

That's it, so he can face another child with a completely different attitude.Aizen narrowed his eyes, and the movements of his hands were still so gentle that they were almost gentle.

"...Is there anything you want to ask?"

I have long noticed that the child hesitates to speak.

"...Aizen...Senior, have you always carried these things?"

He was silent for a while, then spit out the title awkwardly.

"Calling me senior makes you uncomfortable?"

The young man smiled, softening his brows and eyes.However, he didn't intend to ask him to answer, and continued, "If you're talking about these wound medicines, yes."

"……Why,"

The boy asked in a low voice, "You, are you often injured?"

"Well, it was a long time ago,"

He paused, his tone was calm, with a strange coolness in his gentleness, "The habit before entering school is not very troublesome, so I haven't changed it."

"It seems that it is still useful, isn't it?"

Pointing to his wound, he continued to smile, without even a trace of nostalgia in his tone.Indifferent, as if it was another person's life.

So, for what purpose did you develop that habit?Kuchiki Byakuya looked at this man in a gentle cloak, what happened to require you to cover up your true nature with a gentle appearance all the time?

He really wanted to ask this question right away, but the words seemed to be stuck in his throat, and it was a heart-wrenching pain to open his mouth.What this man needs has never been sympathy from his weakness.

He despises them, and even his tenderness speaks of silent pride.

Such a person... such a person...

The black-haired child quietly tightened the corner of the other party's clothes.For a long time, ever since seeing that picture, the anger and sadness that filled my heart and couldn't be put into words suddenly calmed down bit by bit.

It is not the first time to encounter such a situation, the so-called "civilians" are always like this.Terrified, but with deep jealousy and subconscious hatred.Even though, what they were facing was nothing more than a child.

He understood a long time ago that verbal justifications are beyond doubt, and no amount of words can change a person's deeply held beliefs.

Therefore, all he can do is to straighten his back, that's all.

But it wasn't until he was held in that person's arms that he realized that his heart was not what he thought it was all along—cold and firm so that he was not afraid of any provocation and alienation.

A warm feeling penetrated through the collar, telling him honestly that Kuchiki Byakuya is just a brat pretending to be strong, this fact.

What was he thinking at the time?Frustration, confusion, a moment of weakness that I can't forgive, and, a little bit... nostalgia.

Yes, that's why when he learned that the tenderness was nothing but false, he felt such a burning pain as if it was betrayal, and that's why he was so flustered that he didn't even have time to pick up the silver and white wind flower gauze.

Those cold and heartless eyes became his biggest nightmare in the following days.

Why... is this so?Obviously, it is different.The boy pursed his lips and raised his head to look at him.

The man lowered his head and was still bandaging him gently.

Through the thin layer of lenses, the brown eyes flashed with a gentleness like water.Same as... that day.

"I...have seen you before."

He murmured, watching him unconsciously, "It was earlier than the entrance ceremony."

"Oh?"

The boy on the opposite side made a single sound, but he didn't care much about it.

There was no expression of surprise.

The young man didn't care either, his eyes looked far away, his eyes were slightly squinted as if he was recalling.

"That day... I saw you lying alone under a tree by the lake, playing a flute casually." —— Very gentle and gentle, the whole person was as gentle as a painting.It's as if it will fly away at any time.

He has never seen such a person.

The boy didn't speak any more, or rather, he already didn't know what to say.

Even though they seem to be very close to this person, the distance between the two is far apart.

Apart from that layer of gentle cloak, he doesn't know the slightest bit about this person's preferences, this person's joys and sorrows, and even this person's past.

Speaking of which, the ones who self-righteously judge the character of this person are themselves.

What they did was just watching from afar, and then they took it for granted: This person must be, very, very gentle.

Really... If this man's nature is sin, then what is it to selfishly impose his own expectations on himself?

What he's sad and angry about is just... the anger from embarrassment after the illusion he constructed was broken.

Because, he doesn't have that qualification to be angry.