[Death] Are Aizen angry today?

The head of the Kuchiki family came later, together with his wife Kuchiki Hima and his adopted sister Kuchiki Rukia.

Now Bai Zai's family is living a happy life.

I don't know if it was because of the kindness of the gods that Lan Ran met Fei Zhen before Bai Zai in Liuhun Street.

At that time, he was already the dean of the Spirit Art Academy, and he helped her a lot, so that she was not separated from her younger sister Rukia, and she did not die unfortunately due to illness.

When Bai Zai met her in the future, he still couldn't help but fall in love. With the pressure of the family on his head, he married this poor woman back home as before.

Of course, it is not without intention for Aizan to help Fei Zhen.

He shares the same goals with Jingle and Ukitake, and plans to reform the world of souls from the top.

The power of the nobles is indispensable, and the Kuchiki family, the head of the nobles, is the best entry point.

Although Bai Zai was still young at the time, it didn't matter, the three of Aizen knew that he would become the mainstay of the soul world in the future.

So, when he was still a young boy, they were thinking about when to let him fall in love every day.

Of course, Bai Zai also knows how to repay his kindness.

On a night in early summer, when the noble lady led her servants and brought a dowry, when she went to Lan Ran's house to force a marriage, he proudly led half of the elite Reaper of the Sixth Division, and a hundred people dominated the field aggressively to support the gentle dean. , kicked out the lady and her servant without leaving.

Now, Xiao Baizai has grown up, and that noisy and chaotic night has to be described as "50 years ago".

The seemingly idle dean of the Academy of Spiritual Art is actually still working hard to keep the overall situation of the Soul World firmly in his hands.

Only now, he didn't sacrifice the souls of innocent civilians to create Bengyu, nor did he persecute Urahara Kisuke and Heiko Mako and others. The masked army that was once exiled is still alive and kicking in its own post in Seireitei.

He also didn't deliberately use juniors such as Kira Izuru, Hisagi Shuhei, and Asai Renji, and he didn't get close to Hinamori Momo to make her yearn for it.

He even worried that Wu Yue would feel unhappy because of his contact with Chisen in the future. So far, he has tried to avoid the occasions with her, and he has not taken the initiative to talk to this girl who was "killed" by him twice.

He also took advantage of his position to transfer her to the [-]th squad, and became the adjutant assistant of the deputy captain Hitsugaya Toshiro.

The two little ghosts get along day and night, presumably in the near future, Seiling Court will usher in another happy event.

Speaking of the Juban team, I have to mention Kurosaki Ichigo.

Aizen aims to wash away sins and return happiness to everyone.

So he thought of a way to bring Masaki Kurosaki's soul into the world of souls, let her meet Zhibo Yixin here, and let this orange-haired kid who had defeated him be born as a nobleman.

Ichigo, who has inherited both powers, is still very strong, but there is a problem that he grows as fast as a human.

Worried all day long whether his son will become a bad old man before he turns [-], he asks Urahara Kisuke to develop medicines to delay aging for him every day.

After Aizen became a sage, he visited several times and hinted at him, asking him to be his son's godfather.

Because although Ichigo was born in a noble family, he is of mixed blood after all, with impure ingredients.

Originally, he grew up under Ukitake's nose when he was a child, and he is currently in the thirteenth squad, so it would be perfect to recognize Ukitake as his father.

But let's just think about it, Fuzhu is good at everything, but the dignified man always likes to cry, tears streaming down his face at every turn, and he even bites a handkerchief when he is emotional...

Hmm...Thinking over and over again, I think: no.

Afraid of more troubles in the future, it would be more helpful to seek a sage backing in Room 46.

At the banquet that day, he was still unyielding, grabbed Ichigo by the collar and threw it in front of Aizen, pressed his head, and asked him to call "Master Yifu".

But Lan Ran was terrified, almost choked on a piece of fried tofu, and shouted again and again: Don't dare to do it, don't dare to do it.

Unruly young man, how could he bow his head so easily.

I saw the orange-haired boy straightening up like a carp, raised his head, and slammed his head at his father's chin.

Yixin screamed, and the bright red nosebleeds rushed.

The two father and son quickly jumped out of the yard, and you chased me up to the ridge of the roof. The sound of clanging swords gradually faded away in the moonlight.

Falling flowers floated into the room through the open window, hovering in the cup, turning into a touch of intoxicating romance.

Jingle, who was drinking with Ukitake and admiring the flowers by the window, laughed out loud, and said that Ichigo was "accepting a thief as his father" in a serious way.

Aizen looked at them, the undigested food was crowded in the abdominal cavity, which made him a little uncomfortable.He picked up the glass, looked down at his own face reflected in the sake, and suddenly lost interest.

He is much thinner than before.

Even though he was wearing the same domineering attire, he no longer had the domineering posture he had before, but instead looked a bit more haggard.

The room was too noisy, and the smell of wine and food was suffocating.

He got up quietly, walked through the gap between the lively and quiet, and went out through the back door alone.

Jingle wanted to invite him to another meeting, but was stopped by Fuzhu.

The white-haired young man shook his head, with a helpless expression on his face, "Let him go, there are times every day when he needs to sort out his thoughts... Otherwise, even if he is as strong as him, he will be crushed..."

Jingle understood, sighed, and recalled the haiku that Aizen once recited when he and he enjoyed flowers and drinks:

"Where does the night moon shine, where does lovesickness...I miss you when I miss you, when do I see you..."

How long will it take for this longing that spans time and space to reach the end?

Falling flowers are flying, and the moonlight is sad.

The warm lights spread softly, dyeing half of the courtyard in a beautiful orange red.

The depressed man walked slowly along the stone road, remembering that a long time ago, the girl in the blue kimono also stopped here.

He didn't dare to stop, fearing that he would not be able to restrain himself from embracing a cloud of moonlight and air.

I had no choice but to speed up my pace and settle under the shadows of flowers.

Inside the wine house, there were celebratory sounds one after another, and the bright lights filled one room after another.

Lively, it's theirs.

Lan Ran didn't say a word, sitting in the shadow of the wall where the bright moon could hardly shine, her back was arched decadently, her elbows were resting on her knees, her slender fingers were supporting her head, which was swollen and aching after being drunk.

He is like a rotten tree that has been eaten away by termites, and it stands tenaciously in the wind and rain of the years, leaving only a sad and sad posture and a sense of fragility that can be broken at the touch of a touch.

"I miss you so much……"

Suddenly, he trembled and whispered, covering his face with his hands, and the fragmented crying overflowed from between his fingers.

What can I do if I just miss it.

Back then, he promised the goddess not to disturb Wuyue, and also cut off all possibilities to find her.

But he couldn't forget everything that happened to her.

Eight years ago, the day Mutsuki died in a car accident, he asked Jingle and Ukitake to stop the tragedy.

If it wasn't for this accident, both she and that boy would live well.

There will be no entanglements between them in the world of corpses and souls, and there will be no helplessness of wanting to be lovers but being blocked by the hatred of life and death.

This time, as long as he can stop it, even if he pushes Wuyue into the young man's embrace with his own hands, he is willing.

It was still the season of spring flowers in the garden, and he sat silently in the corridor, waiting from the misty morning to the cool moon night.

The two friends walked into the yard in disappointment and shook their heads with him.

They told him that after waiting at the intersection for a whole day, none of the blond girl and boy showed up.

Not only that, even the Kanna family is gone, the former mansion has been renamed and changed into a new family named "Ni no Eve".

Kanna Mutsuki disappeared, and so did Phoenix Temple Hatsatsu.

There is the sound of koi swimming in the pond, and the white moonlight follows the ripples and spreads out in circles on the water.

The brown-haired man didn't speak.

He slowly, slowly got up, supported the railing, and walked down the stairs step by step in a daze.

"Today seems... not yet, feed them... must be hungry, in this kind of, late at night..."

He didn't cry, the white-haired young man who stopped him, for fear that he would fall into the pond, cried bitterly.

The moonlight that night was cooler than the ice and snow in the twelfth lunar month of winter.

Later, Lan Ran fell ill and stayed on the bed for more than half a month.

The next morning when he recovered, he opened his eyes and saw a blue-eyed white cat sitting on his tatami mat with his back facing the golden sunshine of early summer, staring at him without blinking.

He stretched out his hand, wanting to touch its head.

But the white cat avoided it deftly.

Aizen had no choice but to bend his eyes bitterly.

As if it understood his mind, the white cat sighed like a human being, lowered its head cautiously, walked under his palm, raised its face proudly and disgustedly, and let the top of its furry head stick against him. In the slightly cool palm.

Emotions that had been suppressed for a long time suddenly broke out.

The faint morning light smeared on Lan Ran's pale face, and he gently stroked the white and soft down, crying instantly.

Seeing the big tears hitting the pillow cover, the white cat was stunned.

"I really... miss her very much..." The man's voice seemed to be struggling from his throat, full of nose-piercing pain and sadness.

White cat with blue eyes, blinking slowly.

As if to say to him - "Me too."

The sun was so bright that even the flying dust became extremely dazzling.

Memories of the past are like sharp knives coated with honey. They cut through the nerves one by one gently and cruelly.

The party is over, the prosperity is gone like cherry blossoms, Aizen returns home alone in the lonely night.

Drunkness suddenly surged up, he fell tiredly on the tatami, closed his eyes and fell asleep.

The dark clouds moved slowly with the wind, covering the face of the moon.

The faint cloud shadow was projected by the log-colored window, and cautiously poked into the house, stuffing a never-before-seen dream into his mind.

Day and night, he had thought about the person in his dream for tens of thousands of years, and he had never been willing to walk into his dream. In this late night when the spring flowers were blooming and the garden was full of greenery, he finally met him unexpectedly in his dream.

The orange glazed tiles are dotted with silvery moonlight.

Aizen's consciousness slowly infiltrated, and when he woke up, he found himself sitting on the roof of the teaching building of the Spiritual Art Academy where he and Wu Yue had seen the stars together.

"Why do you fall asleep while the wind is blowing, you will catch a cold."

Her voice came from beside her.

Aizen looked sideways in surprise, and saw the blond girl keeping a polite distance from him, sitting on the ridge with her knees crossed, tilting her head, looking at him with a bright smile.

Her smile is clear and shallow, like flower petals falling into the water and fading slowly.

He originally wanted to say "Long time no see" indifferently, but his tense throat, amidst the uneasiness and soreness, grinded those words into a presumptuous——

"I miss you so much……"

The girl's smile was frozen by the moonlight, stained with an unbearable bitterness, "I know...but you should forget...now you are doing well, you have family and friends, they like you very much, don't you?" ?The day has come, when you can show your joys, sorrows and joys to your heart's content, and the day when you can have someone to accompany you and someone to rely on, has come... So, forget all the painful past, and go on without looking back... "

"That's not the case, Wuyue... That is not painful at all, it is obviously the only happiness I have embraced in my life..." Aizen's expression was entangled with endless despair and sadness, he choked up several times, and wanted to speak several times Again, the voice trembled uncontrollably.

In the past, he had already confided his heart and held her tightly in his arms.

But now, he can't do it.

What if she doesn't want to get close to him?

To do something against her will is to hurt her feelings.

Even though he was very clear that this was just a dream, he restrained himself rationally and put taking care of her emotions first.

"Wu Yue, the world has indeed changed. There are many people who are close to me and understand me... They are all very good, but none of them are you, none of them are you... No one can replace you..."

When he said these words in a steady voice, his eyes were like deep rivers, and his heart was like a knife.

He could only continue to keep a distance of not too far and stare at her silently.

"No one can be replaced by others, not just me." The girl comforted him, her amber eyes were bright and moving, "Everyone is doing well now, it's all thanks to you."

The words of evasion are cool to the heart.

"It's not a credit, it's just... to give them back what I took away from them... and to have a chance to do it again, it's also because of your wish, and the mercy of the gods... and me , it doesn't matter..." Lan Ran lowered her bright eyes, and there were layers of loneliness rising and falling in the dim brown pupils.

Wuyue stared at him for a long time, "It seems that you have forgotten the most important point... The beginning of all these stories is because of you, you created Bengyu."

Her voice became slightly heavier, and she suddenly got up and walked towards the astonished man, bent down in front of him, held his face, and told him gently and sincerely:

"It was Bengyu who transcended the dimension and brought me to the door of the gods. It gave me the opportunity to express my wishes and make the rewriting of fate possible... It is also because of your confession that it awakened again, and it broke the world. even dragged that goddess over... I created the opportunity, and she provided the method, but you are still the one who planted the seeds of redemption, put everything into practice, and let everyone see hope ah……"

The moonlight is like water, and the sky is indigo.

The sonorous and powerful words of redemption hit Aizen's heart little by little.

He stared at the girl in astonishment, feeling her cold fingertips sliding gently and carefully from the corner of his eyes.

"We just remind you to remember those important things that were once forgotten by you, but in the end it was up to you to wash away your sins...you have done a good job, so...don't feel guilty anymore, never again No one is going to blame you, hold a grudge against you...everything will be better, and you will be..."

Wu Yue stood up with her back to the moonlight, and the flowers of the spring night fell on her shoulders and hair tips.

She smiled slightly and said to him: "Mr. Aizen, now, I can forgive you too..."

"Don't go! Wuyue!" He hurriedly grabbed her hand.

What sin, forgiveness, he doesn't want to hear a word now, as long as she stays, let him take another look, one more minute and one more second, let this be his only salvation.

The wind came from all directions, and the girl's long hair and black clothes were blowing in the wind.

Hearing the sound of the rising sun in a trance, Lan Ran grasped her even tighter in a panic, and said sadly: "I love you, Wuyue...I love you...I love you more than anything else in this world...No OK, don't go..."

"Mr. Aizen, maybe you feel very hurt now, but it doesn't matter, we humans are like this, no matter how much pain, as long as you are still alive, you will be able to get through it."

She replied with a smile, stretched out her hand, and covered his heart, "I've always been here, in a deep, deep place. But I'm sorry, I will forget you, forget it completely...for you no longer be hurt Hurt, everything about me, please forget about it..."

The sweetness of the cherry blossoms gradually turned bitter, and the wildly dancing petals formed a swirl of indistinct shapes, blocking the starlight and covering the entire roof.

Seeing that Wuyue was about to disappear in the wind, Aizen embraced her in a panic.

But at the moment when he tightened his arms, the thin girl suddenly turned into a ball of white petals, and together with the falling stars and moon shadows, it shattered suddenly in the cold wind passing through his empty chest.

The cool wind dissipated quietly, and there was nothing between his arms.

This time, there was still no time to say goodbye.

Grief is said to have five stages: Denial, Anger, Negotiation, Depression, and — Acceptance.

But how many ways are there to express sadness?

Standing under the bright moon, he didn't want to talk, his whole body was numb in the extreme sadness, he didn't even feel the pain anymore, he could only cry in panic.

I can only watch my heart turn into ashes once again.

The tiles under his feet slid off one by one, and the dome of sky shining with aurora began to collapse. He closed his eyes and let his consciousness fall into the abyss.

The sound of birdsong in the morning is like a song without music score, which is clear and sweet, but it is annoying from time to time.

The hangover man was woken up and struggled to get up from the tatami, with tears remaining in the corners of his eyes, he looked out the door dejectedly.

Every detail of last night's dream is vivid.

Thinking of the group of broken petals, he felt that his internal organs were as uncomfortable as if he drank poison.

After being depressed for a long time, he slowly got up and walked out in the morning light.

The School of Spiritual Art has started for several days, and there is a class today, and he is going to do the first calligraphy practice for the new recruits.

After washing up and eating breakfast, he was still dazed and top-heavy.

Is it because of drinking, or because of dreaming.

He didn't want to go into details, so he had to do as usual, finish tidying up the flowers and plants in the yard, feed the koi, prepare a bowl of cat rice and put it next to the rockery, change his clothes, and go out on time.

Probably because of the stop of the rain, the scenery on the way today is quite different from yesterday.

The sun slanted across the ground, dragging the tree shadows for a long time, the temperature rose a little bit, and the air became warmer.

The petals are no longer listless, they are plump and delicate, clusters are piled up on the branches like falling snow, faintly revealing a delicate pink in the sunlight.

The ground is also much drier, less muddy and sticky, and Aizen feels that his steps are involuntarily brisk.

He walked quietly on the stone road, rubbing his sleepy and painful eyes, his mind seemed empty and full.

There were only unreasonable thoughts floating in front of his eyes, which made him almost not sure where he was going.

Stepping deep and shallow into the Lingshu Academy, Huisheng and his colleagues met on the way said "Mr. Aizen, good morning".

He nodded politely, bypassed the crowd, and walked straight into the teaching building.

The auditorium was full, and at first glance, almost all of them were in red women's uniforms.A group of lively and cheerful female students looked at him in unison, laughing in the bright spring light.

Bathed in a solemn gaze ceremony, Aizen's chaotic brain suddenly became extremely clear.

A bold classmate took the initiative to talk to him.

Ask him about the content of today's class, ask him if he has a white cat at home, how much wine he drank last night, and whether he is still single now.

Today's students are becoming more and more active.

Lan Ran chuckled, shook his head, and sighed in his heart.

Without getting to know them too much, he took out the roster and started roll call before class.

"Kasuga Chirumi."

"arrive."

"Flower water chestnut fruit."

"To!"

"Fujioka Chika."

"arrive……"

Voices of varying severity passed one after another, and at the end of the roster, the light brown pupils settled on a slightly familiar name.

Little Bird Tour... Wangchuan?

Aizen was in a daze for a second. This was the name that he kept a glance at in the entry list of the ticket sorting office a few days ago.

At that time, he was only looking for "Kanna Mutsuki", and skipped it literally, without thinking about it.

Now, the word "Wangchuan" broke into his field of vision again, and suddenly, his brain felt as if someone had hit him hard, the pain was unbearable, but he was abnormally awake.

What kind of person would take such a name?

Forget River.

Take the meaning of forgetting love, after this life, the next life.

Let go of the old dreams of the past, cut off love, hate, life and death.

Fearful guesses surged in his chest, and a wet mist stained with golden light flakes slowly covered his eyes.

"I'm sorry, I will forget you, completely... In order for you not to be hurt again, please forget everything about me..."

In the dream last night, the words she read to him with a broken smile were suddenly annotated.

So that's what she meant...

The light brown eyes slowly lifted up, and the complex gaze swept across the group of young and lively faces in the classroom.

"Little bird swims in Wangchuan..." he read softly.

No one responded to the name.

It was Hua Ling who suddenly remembered and explained to him: "Student Xiaoniaoyou likes to skip classes and sleep in late. In the past few days, he has angered Mr. Bai Zhong and was punished by him for cleaning the teaching building...whether he will come to the classroom or not, he should still be cleaning the floor outside. Woolen cloth……"

After listening to the student's words, Aizen's heart was pounding, she kept nodding, closed the roster, and said in a low voice, "I understand..."

Then, he pulled out an urgent reason and left the classroom in a hurry.

After searching for a long time in the Spiritual Art Academy, he bypassed the courtyard and the back mountain, and finally he came to the remote courtyard with few people.

Beside the tree-lined path, there are brilliant cherry blossoms in full bloom, and the scattered petals almost cover the entire stone road.

Lan Ran passed by, falling flowers were flying, suddenly there was a scream from the shadow of the tree, and a group of cherry blossoms smashed hard in front of him.

Pink flowers shattered all over the ground, and Hui Sheng, who was wearing the uniform of a girl from the Spiritual Art Academy, rubbed his side shoulder in pain, and got up unsteadily.

Aizen was shocked, and hurried back to his senses.

In the end, he could only stare at her ecstatically with dazed and apprehensive eyes.

She seemed to have grown a little taller than before. Although it was only a little bit, her overall temperament was also slightly different.

Is it mature, or... dull...

The hair has also become longer, and the color is different from the ordinary golden color. Under the shadow of the flower, it is stained with a peach-like light pink.

Perhaps sensing the strangeness of the atmosphere, the blond girl hurriedly pinned the loose hair around her cheeks behind her ears.

Then he raised his head, stood in the fragmented sunlight, quietly watched the man who appeared unexpectedly with his spotless amber eyes.

It was an ordinary movement, but at this moment, in Ai Ran's eyes, there was a trace of beauty that made people's heart flutter.

The girl showed no extra emotion, she blinked calmly and avoided his sight.

But in the blink of an eye, Gu Pan shines brightly, his already charming appearance makes people unable to move their eyes away.

After nodding politely, she said calmly, "I'm sorry, Mr. Aizan... I was setting up the chicks just now, and they fell to the ground... Now I'm preparing to go to the classroom... It's really a shame for you to find me here." Feel sorry……"

She didn't look at him, but lowered her eyes indifferently, showing an evasive and elusive expression, which looked cool and charming against the backdrop of the scattered flowers.

The petals are falling lightly, and the wind is like a song.

Aizen's pupils trembled several times, his expression changed one after another in shock and ecstasy, and a suffocating storm and tsunami entangled in his heart, almost tearing his chest open for people to see, this indescribable Mood, in the end how to describe.

"Wu Yue..." He couldn't help calling out her name.

Restraining and suppressing, for fear of arousing her resistance, he deliberately forced himself to walk in her steps, not to be too eager.

However, feelings of sadness and joy are still rampaging in every corner of his body.

It forced him to clenched his fingers tightly, his slender fingertips almost wanted to carve a few bloody crescents in his palm.

The overly hot eyes made the "strange" girl a little embarrassed.

She took a few steps back cautiously, and asked suspiciously, "Why do you know my previous name?"

Aizen suddenly stopped in his tracks, his eyes confused, "The one from before, name?"

"Yes, before the age of eight, no one has mentioned it for a long time. Now my name is Wangchuan, and the little bird swims in Wangchuan."

"Really..." Lan Ran stared at her intently, afraid that she would disappear in the blink of an eye, "Why did you change your name? What happened?"

"Ah...it's actually not a big deal..." Wang Chuan suddenly smiled in embarrassment, and rubbed the back of his head, "Because my mother had a strange dream..."

She told Aizen that when she was eight years old, her mother Xiaoniao You Liyin dreamed of a holy goddess on a night in late autumn.

She told Liyin that her daughter Kanna Muzuki would encounter a traffic accident on the way to school in the spring of the year she was 12 years old, and would die forever.

If you want to avoid tragedy, change your name and surname as soon as possible and leave this place.

Originally, Wuyue was born with an ability different from ordinary people, and could see the dead, so she was often entangled by ghosts.

The distressed Liyin believed in this dream to the core.

The next day, she took Wuyue to trek across mountains and rivers, and went to the mountains to visit a highly respected abbot of a monastery, begging him to interpret his dream and give him a name.

The abbot saw the little girl's face and palm prints, and told Liyin that her daughter had made a wish for all sentient beings and was blessed by the gods, which is why she was entangled by the undead who longed for salvation.

On her body, there is still the longing of others for thousands of years.

Therefore, Wuyue who has redeemed others but cannot redeem herself, her soul is in pain.

That endless longing will take her away sooner or later.

After the abbot finished speaking, Liyin panicked.Ask what to do and how to crack it.

The elderly abbot picked up a pen, wrote down the word "Wangchuan", and said in a deep voice:

"What others can't let go of, let her let go. Forget the ups and downs of the whole life, and forget the cause and effect of this life. If that person is still obsessed with obsession, the gods will make their own decisions."

As a result, Kanna Muzuki changed her mother's surname to "Xiaotoriyou", changed her name to "Forget River", and moved her family out of Karakuza Town.

The eloquent words made Aizen fall into a long silence.

He finally understood why Ukitake and the others waited for a day in Karakura Town, but they didn't encounter the car accident that should have happened.

Because "Moonless" has completely disappeared in that place.

But where did Phoenix Temple go at the beginning?

"So, it's good that you know the original name, but don't call me that." The girl bent her eyes, and there was a hint of helplessness in her faint smile, "My mother said, the name 'No Moon' will make me unlucky."

Unlucky.

Aizen froze in astonishment.

This word was like a knife, piercing into the most secret and soft place in his heart impartially, the pain made him heart-rending, but he wanted to cry without tears.

It was such a simple sentence that completely negated their past.

He couldn't help but laugh, the defense line in his heart was crumbling little by little.

The petals passed by one after another, cleverly hiding his lost emotions, "I'm sorry, I was abrupt... Your information is very detailed, so I... know..."

"It doesn't matter. Actually, I don't think it matters. It's just a name. Anyway, it's time for me. I have to go... Well, I can't blame the name. After all, I fell into the water and drowned after getting drunk... But I I don't want to make my mother sad... Uh, although I have made her sad now..." Wang Chuan shook his head, and started to mutter to himself.

"Drowning is more painful..." Lan Ran pondered, trying to comfort her.

Wang Chuan smiled and said, "That's not true...Actually, I hurt my head after I fell, and I didn't feel much when I fell into the water...So it's okay, you don't have to show that pitiful expression..."

It turned out to be like this, the occasional rash character was well preserved.

Lan Ran couldn't help laughing, walked into the delicate petals, and asked her gently and cautiously: "Now, do you still miss it, and want to return to this world?"

"Huh?" Wang Chuan tilted his head in confusion, apparently unable to fully understand the intention of the teacher's question, but she still gave the answer——

"Why do you want to return to the present world? It's not a particularly beautiful place... Common people like us are under a lot of academic pressure. After graduating as social animals, we can't live without money. We live in a half-married marriage, and some of us have to pay for it for the rest of our lives. I was harassed by the undead all day long... and my parents are strong and healthy, and my younger brother is tall and big, they are all alive and well, so what can I do to go back?"

The long-winded and reasonable answers made it difficult for Aizen to refute for a while, and he couldn't even believe that she said these words.

Sure enough, when you grow up, people will become different.

Thinking about it now, at that time she was still an inexperienced child who went to school with a schoolbag on her back. She had never experienced suffering and parting in the world, so it was difficult for her to accept the fact of her death.

But now, she has grown up, maybe she has seen the hot and cold world and the sinister heart, and learned to be alert, but at the same time, she has also learned to let go, becoming easy-going, cheerful and open-minded.

That's enough.

The man under the flower tree sighed softly.

For some reason, after the defense line built of boulders in his heart collapsed, he felt unprecedentedly relaxed and at ease.

It turns out that demons are all born from the heart; people are finally crossed by themselves.

Finally, he also began to let go.

A tidal wave of love crazily rushed out from the gap in the collapse, submerging all his rationality and reserve, stirring back and forth in his heart, forming a vast and turbulent ocean.

He has already determined that she is her.

There is no need to restrain this love, so far, from now on, he wants to convey it to her clearly.

The daylight gradually climbed higher and the shadows of the trees became shorter and shorter.

The girl who had been delayed for a long time remembered that she still had to go to class, and hurried to pick up the broom in the grass, intending to Shunbu to the direction of the classroom.

Lan Ran, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly stopped her, "Don't worry, Wang Chuan...it's my class anyway, I won't blame you for being late, and I won't deduct your credits, penalize you, or tell you to go to the corridor. Standing as a punishment...you can rest assured, stay a little longer..."

The face of the new recruit turned ugly, "Well, Mr. Aizen...I don't think it's appropriate for you to do this..."

"What?"

"It's just...it's the first time I've met you, why do you call me by my name? Besides, in this situation, you should drive me to class, why are you covering me...It's all so weird, you look You're not that proactive, are you?"

Surprised by her gaffe, Aizen was also a little flustered.

He smiled embarrassingly, "Is that so... I'm really sorry, I will pay attention to it in the future... Xiaoniaoyou..."

Facing his apology, Wang Chuan was surprised.

"Go to class, and don't make your classmates wait too long." He looked at her and said softly.

The two walked along the path one after the other, the flower branches were swaying, they stepped on the petals all over the ground, like stepping on the romance of the ground.

"Teacher Aizen, I heard from my seniors the story of that god that you told them before."

"Yeah, so what do you think?"

"I feel sorry and I wonder if he ever met the dead girl again."

The man stopped abruptly, and turned sideways to face the blond girl who was asking the question.

The sunlight passing through the flower branches hit his face, silently, slowly pushing away the lingering melancholy between his brows that was hard to dissipate.

"He met, although he waited for a long, long time... The girl lost the memory of her previous life and changed her identity. Fortunately, he remembered everything that happened... They met on a bright spring day, with falling flowers flying all over the sky and warm Sunshine, like today..."

"It's strange, it's so detailed, as if you are the person in the story."

Aizen stretched his eyebrows, smiled lightly, and his eyes were bright and deep, like the summer night sky shining with stars.

"Only after losing can we know how to cherish. Many people are people in the story, not just me."

Seeing his radiant and bright smile, the blond girl suddenly lowered her head in panic and grabbed the broom in her hand.

She covered up the crimson color on her cheeks in time.

The unexpected move made Lan Ran flustered, for fear that she would make her feel uncomfortable if she showed her feelings too clearly.

It was as if a cat broke into my heart, running around, scratching and scratching.

He had never felt such an indescribable feeling.

Seeing that the tree-lined path came to an end, the sound of students playing in the yard came.

"Xiao Niaoyou, are you free at noon today?"

"...Are you okay?"

"No, just curious what you think