Slightly Smile Mandarin Sauce!

There is no difference between spring, summer, autumn and winter in Liuhun Street. Except for a very few souls with spiritual power, the others basically do not feel cold. The clothes that were worn when they died throughout the year rarely have the opportunity to change into a new one. Come on, people in kimonos are walking on the street. If you calculate the time, modern civilization may not have begun in Japan at this time.

Mikan, who was also wearing a half-old light yellow kimono, pinched her waist and looked up at the newly built grocery store a few months ago. The big "Honey" on the top of the store was written by Grandpa Kuchiki himself, and everyone who came to help It was Ye Yixi who helped Baizai and the others, and even Kuchiki's parents came to see it, and Shiba Haiyan, who knew Xiaobyakuya, also came to help enthusiastically with a bird's nest. On the day of the opening, he deliberately bought firecrackers and set them off for a long time .

At the beginning, although she said she was going to leave Jingreitei to recuperate in Ruukon Street, she hadn't figured out what she was going to do in Ruukon Street. Before Kisuke Urahara decided to open a small grocery store, selling some snacks, candies and other daily necessities. Anyway, she doesn't need to make a living but just kills the idle time. Whether she cares about making money or not is actually the same.

Open the lock on the door and push the door to walk in. Mikan yawned and crawled down lazily on the counter. Even the busiest area is deserted. Usually, when no one comes, Mikan will habitually take a nap. After taking a nap, I feel that the spiritual power in my body has recovered a little bit.

The wind chime on the door rang suddenly, Mikan rubbed his eyes and raised his head from the counter and said sweetly: "Welcome, you can choose whatever you need, the price is on the sign...Eh!? Aizen Vice-captain!" A certain mandarin glared at the smiling Aizen who suddenly appeared in her shop, almost falling out of the counter in nervousness.

Her shop is located quite far from the entrance of Jinglingting. Although it is not very remote, most of the gods of death will not come here. This is why she and Kuchiki's family chose this place, but why are they so close to each other? The first acquaintance on the Internet turned out to be Aizen!

Lan Ran pushed the glasses on the bridge of her nose, and said with a smile: "Ah, so it's Miss Mikan. I really didn't expect that this shop was opened by you. How are you doing recently? I haven't heard much about you in Jinglingting. It's news, we haven't seen each other since Captain Unohana said you were injured."

We've only met once, okay?Mikan slandered silently, but still had a very gentle smile on her face: "... what Lan Ran's vice-captain said is, in this case, you can see what you need and take it. If you haven't seen each other for so long, treat it as my gift to Lan Ran." Ran Vice Captain's gift is ready."

Lan Ran smiled even more happily: "Really, then do you still have persimmons in your shop?"

"... Huh?" Persimmon? "Well, I'm really sorry, Vice Captain Aizen. Someone bought them all a few days ago, and it may take a long time for the next batch to arrive, because there are not many people who like persimmons. I have agreed with the delivery person on a fixed date. .”

The special hobby of eating persimmons is indeed only the guy with the bald head standing behind Aizen at the moment. I really don’t understand why the persimmons are not eaten when they are sweet on the tree, but the ones that have been shriveled in the sun What about the rotten persimmons?

"That's right, what a pity." Ai Ran shook her head regretfully, a flash of light flashed through her lens. "Yin, do you still say that you are not greedy? You just asked someone to buy all the dried persimmons from Miss Mikan's store a few days ago, and there are still none today. What should I do?"

"Huh~? Miss Mikan really doesn't have persimmons here?" The young Ichimaru Gin shrugged and walked a few steps forward with a depressed face, his silver head still reluctantly poked behind Mikan, as if he was working very hard I want to find out if there is a persimmon hidden by the little girl in front of me.

The person in front of him is so cute that it seems that he is really just a simple boy, and not the captain of the third division, Ichimaru Gin, who can kill so many ghosts and frame so many captains and vice-captains who defected to the soul world.

"Really not, Ichimaru-san, no matter how you look at it, you won't see persimmons on the wooden board behind me. Since you like eating persimmons in my store so much, next time I will make an appointment with the delivery person to deliver Make sure to leave enough for Ichimaru-san, okay?" Putting on a sweet smile, Mikan opened the accounting book in front of him, and stuffed the brush into Ichimaru Gin's hand. "Ichimaru-san, please register the required quantity here, including where to inform you when the persimmons arrive. Also, please leave a part of the deposit after ordering, and it will be returned in full after the delivery is complete."

Ichimaru silver nodded obediently, lowered his head and wrote seriously, but Aizen's eyes stayed on Mikan gently, looking up and down in Mikan's light and civilian clothes: "Miss Mikan, This kind of clothes is very suitable for you, compared to seeing your heavy twelve single clothes at Kuchiki's house, it gives you more freedom."

"Thank you for the praise from Vice Captain Aizan. I have been sleeping on the sickbed for decades. No one told me how to cultivate aristocratic aura while sleeping. However, Kuchiki's house is not suitable for me. It is indeed more popular with me here. I like it, Captain Aizen also seems to like the atmosphere here in Ruhun Street, doesn’t he?”

"Ah... because Yin and I are both from Ruukon Street, Ruukon Street is like a hometown for us." Pushing the eyes on the bridge of the nose, Aizen continued to smile and said to Mikan. "For Miss Mikan, Liuhun Street is just a place to pass the time in her spare time."

"Liuhun Street is a very good place. I have carefully remembered every place I have been to. Vice-captain Aizen said that I thought Liuhun Street was just a place to pass the time in my spare time. Excessive. Although the world of souls is still divided into two areas, each area is also divided into many different areas, isn't it? Generally speaking, all the people living in the world of souls are souls, and they are all composed of spirit particles The world, all in all...seems like there is no difference." She glared at Lan Ran with some displeasure, and Mi Kan tilted her head angrily. "I'm very serious. I treat the place where I live and everyone I know. Please don't draw such a conclusion before Vice Captain Aizen dies."

If this short stay in Ruukon Street is just a game, then what is Konoha, who is not destined to belong to mandarin orange, and the short but very ordinary happy time at Tezuka Kunimitsu's house?Even if Bofeng Satsuma stops in a small town because of a mission, she will cherish it carefully in her heart.

A blank person with no memory has a large enough place to remember.

People who are numb and unable to receive external emotions cherish the only remaining eyes that can see the colors of the world.

Different from the traditional straight hair of the Kuchiki family, the mandarin’s hair is still slightly curled on the chest. After taking off the black blindfold, and matching the pair of ruby ​​red diamond blue eyes with the heavy and gorgeous twelve single clothes, indeed It is as stunning as a delicate doll.

She is very small, she still seems to be a 12-year-old girl, but she is not weak. During this period in Liuhun Street, she also worked hard to train her body and spiritual power, looking forward to fulfilling her mission. Promise, the people who truly accompany the Kuchiki family stand on the Zhanxu battlefield, even if they can't fight the enemy side by side, they can still guard carefully in the rear.

"Thank you for your patronage. It's getting late. The owner of the shop wants to close. If you two have nothing else to do, please pay the money and go back as soon as possible. The vice-captain Aizen followed, but Hirako never cared about team affairs. Your captain should be very busy at ordinary times, right?"

"...Since Miss Mikan is going to close the door, then Yin, let's hurry back to the team now." Aizen still smiled gently, her always squinted eyes still kept the original arc without jumping up and down, just The small Ichimaru Gin slowly raised his slender mouth, and for a moment there seemed to be a little scarlet in his eyes, but he didn't open them completely, and obediently followed Aizen and walked out.

"I will come here often..." Leaving a light and fluffy words, the two of them disappeared immediately with Shunpo as soon as they went out.As strong as ever, even though Mikan tried very hard to see the movements of the two of them clearly, it was still difficult.

Sighing helplessly, Mikan propped his chin in a daze and looked out the window at the slightly reddish sky, put away the account book spread out on the table, and looked at the delicate handwriting left by Ichimaru Gin and the quantity of dried persimmons needed , shamelessly closed the book—Ichimaru Yin...does she really think that she grows persimmons here! !Damn! !

"But why did these two people take a long way to come to my place? Is there any difference between the persimmons here and other places? It can't be said that these two people have a nervous twitch and suddenly think of me!" With long hair, Mikan sighed slightly, looking worriedly at the increasingly dark scene outside the window.

When will it be that time?When will these two people take action to snatch Beng Yu, drive away Kisuke and Ye Yi, and drive a group of captains out of Soul Soul Realm?It's really early enough for these two people to hook up.

In the forest of Liuhun Street, the silver-haired, squint-eyed boy took out a persimmon cake from his arms with a smile and stuffed it into his mouth: "Hey, Aizen-san, I know that I have sold out all the persimmon cakes in Satsuma sauce, and I want more!" Drag me to go again?"

The boy wearing black-rimmed glasses turned his head gently, and said with a smile, "Yin, did you see that?"

"Huh? What did Aizen-san tell me to watch?"

"...Look at the falseness in her eyes, feel how it feels when you don't exist in the 'world'." Turning around and walking forward, Aizen's glasses flashed a light. "Did you feel that weird feeling in Kuchiki Mikan's eyes?"

"Oh, I also have a strange feeling. I really don't know whether we are alive... or she is alive... Her defense against others is not just her dislike of strangers, Aizen-san, what do you say Does Satsuma-chan know something else~?"

The author has something to say: Completion~~~