[Death Doujin] Ink dyed white smoke

During the rainy season, the sky in Soul Realm is cloudy and cloudy.

Except for the soldiers on routine patrols, most Reapers chose to lazily stay in the team building, and had no choice but to obediently hold up their umbrellas to deliver documents to him.

To this day, there are still very few holidays for the grassroots death gods, and sneaking in has become a skill that everyone has to learn.

Compared with ordinary team members, senior officers are much more generous in the number of vacations, and the benefits are also very different. Therefore, becoming an officer, or even climbing up to the rank of captain and deputy captain, is the ultimate goal of most Reapers.

When I was not in Mao, I worked hard to become the god of death; after I became the god of death, I dreamed of climbing to a higher position──but the fact is before my eyes, there is no so-called fairness in this world, and there are often very few people who can stand out.

I dreamed of becoming the feather of a phoenix, but when I lowered my head, I realized that no matter how hard I tried to flap my wings, I was still a chicken.

The life of ordinary people in the market is, in the final analysis, daily necessities, rice, oil, salt, soy sauce, vinegar and tea. It is good to get by, but these have become the gossip of most nobles who are extremely mocking and contemptuous.

As the original inhabitants of this world, the nobles think they are superior to others, spend a lot of money to live luxuriously, treat the residents of Ruhun Street like maggots, and don't take their lives seriously──

Even the god of death is more prone to this habit these days.

Kuchiki Byakuya, as the head of the four nobles and the captain of the sixth division, has to attend noble gatherings for a few days every month to deal with the rights and interests of the nobles, and occasionally he has to mediate disputes with the other three nobles.

Infighting among the nobles has long been commonplace, but recently there have been several disputes related to civilians, which annoyed him immensely.

A commoner who injures a nobleman is severely punished; a nobleman who kills a commoner only needs to submit a letter of repentance and contemplate behind closed doors...

Perhaps because Feizhen is the softest part of his heart, the noble code that should have been adhered to makes him more and more confused.

It was a sunny day before the meeting, but it started to rain when we stepped out of the venue.

Kuchiki Byakuya took the umbrella handed by the butler calmly, and walked slowly towards the opposite direction of Noble Street.During the rare holiday, he wanted to go to another place.

The weather in Seireitei is excellent, and the rainy season will end in just three weeks. It's not like Ruukon Street has to face two full months of continuous rain.

Due to the weather, the street looks very deserted at this time, Kuchiki Byakuya only occasionally passed by a few gods of death in a hurry along the way, and only Ukitake and Kyoraku made him stop for a while to say hello.

The thirteenth team's team building is located in the outskirts, and the eighth team is closer to it. There is a very large private land between the two.The land is divided into two parts, the agricultural area on the outskirts, and the Moran mansion on the other half.

The crimson roof tiles, the huge door with red lacquer and gold carvings—this is probably the only place in Moran House that fits the impression of other people's aristocratic mansions.

The ink dyed family, who started as a gardener, paid more attention to the plants and trees in the garden than to the house.In addition to the hall and dining room for banquets, the Moran house is subdivided into many areas, and the children of the first line have their own courtyards.

Each courtyard has a different theme and different scenery, and it is very easy to get lost if you don’t have someone to guide you──

Therefore, it is especially suitable as a place for hide and seek.

When he was young, there was a mad woman in Sifeng courtyard who often ran to Moran's house after making him angry. At that time, they didn't talk about it, but they liked Moranchun's courtyard very much.

Probably only a maverick nobleman like Mo Ranchun would design the route to enter his courtyard into a maze with tall bushes, making the guests dizzy and unable to find the north.

I wanted to use the death footwork to enter from the air to save trouble, but unfortunately the sky above the Patriarch's courtyard is heavily guarded, and it is more troublesome to break in directly.

It took him and Sifengyuan a month to memorize the route, and then the new route was completed half a year later, and everything returned to the original point.

Hearing his complaints, grandfather and father just chuckled, saying that it would be good to sharpen his impatience.

A long time later, when Moran Xianyi was finally in good health and could play with them, she pulled the hem of his clothes and said timidly with a blushing face: We don't know why the guests didn't notice the straight line beside the maze. Entrance.

It is also kindly marked "Please enter here".

These are all very long ago.

Kuchiki Byakuya handed the umbrella to the waiter of Moran House. After receiving the notification, the newly appointed butler soon appeared in front of him and bowed solemnly.

Moran Xianyi's courtyard is in the depths of the house, and beyond that is the suburbs.Once she visited the Deadwood House, and said that it was great to have a small river flowing in the courtyard, and that there was a pond where fish could be raised.

Not long after, the new head of the house was ordered by the Presbyterian Council to renovate the courtyard. In addition to retaining the original landscaping, she also had her own small river and pond, and a viewing pavilion beside it.

The renovation was completed during her temporary stay in this world. She herself did not participate in any renovation process, and she was pleasantly surprised to see it when she returned home.

Byakuya Kuchiki looked indifferently at Sumire Suzuki, the butler who was walking in front. Some people always give silently, while others deserve to be treated like this.

When passing the promenade, three big boys wearing Mao uniforms squatted side by side under the eaves, while two smaller boys and girls in the viewing pavilion were straightening their upper bodies and practicing calligraphy with brushes in their hands.

Seeing him appear, the five children lowered their heads reflexively with sullen faces, as if they were unwilling to do these things.

Suzuki Sumire knew that the lord was a little curious, but it had nothing to do with her, as long as she really brought him.

Stopping by the door, Kuchiki Byakuya looked in through the half-opened sliding door, and had a clear view of the interior.

A little girl was sleeping soundly on the bed with a big white dog in her arms. The big white dog just moved its ears when it heard the movement outside the door, and continued to lie on the spot, staring at the person with its big round eyes, and obediently did not get up.

Moran Xianyi knew that Kuchiki Byakuya was already standing by the door, turned his head with his left index finger and tapped his lips and smiled at him, signaling him to wait a little longer, then turned around and continued to paint.

Kuchiki Byakuya then leaned quietly by the door and watched her back, the rain was still falling outside, the raindrops fell on the leaves, pool surface, and roof tiles, tick-tock, the sound was patchwork.

He thought this way more than once, time passed very slowly in Moran's house.

To describe it more precisely, it should be said——

Time seems to pass very slowly in the place where Mo Ran Xianyi is.

She was a very slow woman.

Not referring to her actions, but an inexplicable feeling.

Her time seemed to have stopped since when.

After graduating from Mao, he was promoted from the seat officer to the vice-captain, and finally became the captain; the candidates for the captain and vice-captain of the Goutei 16th team continued to change. Now, after [-] years, the third and fifth teams finally filled the vice-captain vacancy, but she still Hold on to the four seats tightly.

The same is true of her courtyard, either white or lush.

Leaving aside the brand-new landscaping, if there wasn't a small clump of unfamiliar plants in the corner telling him that she was still moving forward, I'm afraid he would think that this woman really stopped her own time.

Many people say that she has changed, but Kuchiki Byakuya knows that her essence has never changed for no reason.

"Let's go to the next room." Leaving the table lightly, Moran Xianyi closed the sliding door with only a crack, and said softly to Kuchiki Byakuya.This is her bedroom, and she finally succeeded in coaxing the child to take a nap. She didn't want to wake her up so soon.

Instructing Suzuki Sumire to stand by in front of the door to take care of the child, Moran Kanyi put on Haori, the head of the house, and walked to the other side with Kuchiki Byakuya.When she passed the older children, she didn't say anything, but just glanced at them with a peaceful expression, and the children all lowered their heads when they saw this.

Asking the servant to bring refreshments, Moran Xianyi knew what the man sitting opposite was thinking, and after pouring him a cup of tea, he said calmly: "What is your identity and what you do. I never taught them that the name of Moran can be a bully." Peer reasons."

The three older students enrolled in Mao this year. When they came back from vacation, they occasionally said that some of their peers from Ruhun Street in the class were poor in ability.

Looking for an opportunity to inspect Zhenyang with Captain Ukitake, they were immediately caught because they had received elite training and bullied their peers to learn slowly.

The other two young ones were influenced by the three big ones, and took them to Runlin'an to buy desserts, and they even followed the example of a strange nobleman by throwing stones at some children in Liuhun Street who were playing in the square.

Five children, one in Mao and one in the market, asked them to apologize on the spot, and then personally supervised them to write a letter of repentance, and brought gifts to the door to make amends.

Taking advantage of the vacation, he directly named the parents who were separated and brought them all to the door.The name of Mo Ran's family is not something that can be ruined by these children who don't pay at all.

It was rare for her to get angry. In just two weeks, Mo Ran Xianyi had a stomachache because of these guys.

"You care?" Byakuya Kuchiki took the cup expressionlessly, while Mrs. Suzuki took advantage of the gap between their conversations to put down another pastry in front of him.

Mo Ran Xianyi took a sip of tea, raised his eyes and glanced at the two children in the pavilion: "I will bully civilians now, but I'm afraid I will regard human life as nothing in the future."

Recently, there have been several disputes involving nobles and gods of death who were not held accountable for killing civilians in Liuhun Street.Moran Xianyi can't do anything about it, she has no way or position to seek justice for the victim, but at least she can restrain her family.

There was no reason to raise objections at the elders' meeting, so the Patriarch's order has been issued: Anyone who hurts or bullies others without reason, if proven to be true, will be immediately removed from the clan.

Several children who were usually loved were arrested and punished today, as an example to others.

As for the adults, let alone, she was expelled to tell the truth, and other nobles criticized her for being hypocritical. In her cognition, since she dared to do bad things, she had to bear the consequences.

Kuchiki Byakuya didn't say anything when he heard that, he picked up a small piece of pastry and tasted it, the unique numbing sensation of pepper slowly filled his mouth, Mrs. Suzuki really remembered his preference.

"Take more if you like." Mo Ran Xianyi smiled and narrowed his eyes when he saw that he liked it.

With a calm posture, Byakuya Kuchiki took a sip of his tea, took out a document from the inner pocket of his coat, and said flatly, "Sifengin and Awanmen's family have signed a letter of agreement and joint signature."

After receiving the document and seeing the signature and seal on it, Moran Xianyi breathed a sigh of relief, and finally he could let go of the stone hanging in his heart: "The leader of the Beijing band has helped me get the consent letter of the owner, and I have made good friends with the Moran family and the Saotome family. The joint signature of the family has also been dealt with—now add Sifengyuan and 46 Zhexian's secretary..."

Mo Ran Xianyi's eyes glowed with anticipation, and he clenched his fists: "Captain Kuchiki, we can make that ridiculous agreement disappear as soon as next month."

As long as more than half of the families seconded the proposal at the next aristocratic gathering, the treaty can be invalidated without going through Room 46.

"En." A simple syllable, neither light nor heavy, but Mo Ran Xianyi knows that the other party's heart is also joyful.

Carefully putting away the documents, Moran Xianyi looked at him firmly: "The promoter will write my name and Liu Sheng's name. Captain Kuchiki, you just need to second the proposal. Regardless of the outcome, everything will be borne by the two of us. "

Discipline is absolute.As the captain of the Sixth Squad who mainly protects the rights and interests of the nobility, this man has paid enough for this matter in private. He could have stayed out of it, but he still got involved.

It has been 15 years since she became the head of the house.During this period, she and Saotome Ryukyu found an opportunity to visit the family they had made friends with privately. In the past few years, they were mostly rejected, but with the mediation of their grandfather and a few noble friends, they finally changed their minds.

The most troublesome thing was Room 46. Fortunately, through her relationship, she finally got in touch with the secretary's daughter. She heard that when the contract was proposed, Secretary Awanmen was on the opposing side.It is a great honor to have his joint signature now.

"Why do you want to abolish this treaty, Moran?" Byakuya Kuchiki was very puzzled. He knew that the existence of this regulation was that Room 46 wanted to remind him not to forget his identity. At that time, he had no choice but to swallow it.

yes, why?Hearing the other party's question, Moran Xianyi let out a long breath, looked at Kuchiki Byakuya and said seriously: "Moran's house is my home. I don't want to let me, or even my successor, be deprived of the status of homeowner and return home." freedom; I don't want this treaty to become the shackles of my partner."

This treaty will not make the nobles more united, but will only accelerate the division of the family.

Although it was aimed at Kuchiki Byakuya's marriage to Ruukonkai Zhengling, it restricted the marriage choices of all nobles at the same time.

This kind of thing shouldn't exist.

"Captain Kuchiki, you just think I'm for yourself, don't mind."

The woman's smile was mixed with confidence and the power to make him feel at ease, and the voice was still soft and soft, as he had heard it for hundreds of years.

In the past few years, Kuchiki Byakuya looked at the mirror and accidentally found a fine line in the corner of his eyes. Although the sadness of spring and autumn does not fit his personality, he does not deny that he has aged a lot mentally in the past 20 years.

They have spent 20 years together, but Moran Xianyi looks as if he has never changed, and his appearance is even much younger.After becoming the head of the family, the responsibilities on her shoulders are even heavier, why is she happy instead?

Kuchiki Byakuya only thought about these doubts in his heart, but didn't ask them out.He accidentally caught a glimpse of the green outside, and he blurted out, "What are the plants in the corner?"

Mo Ran Xianyi looked at it, and his heart suddenly warmed up: "That's Platycodon grandiflorum, two plants were moved last year, and it will bloom soon."

The appearance of bellflower flowers came to mind. Byakuya Kuchiki had never studied it when it was not in bloom. Although he didn't recognize it, he really liked bellflowers.

"So you like bellflowers too." Moran Xianyi had a slight smile on his lips.

Kuchiki Byakuya nodded slowly, the purple of Kikyo gave people a peaceful and elegant feeling of comfort just by looking at it: "I used to think that I would never see flowers other than white camellias here."

What made you change your mind?

"Maybe it's because," Mo Ran Xianyi stood up slowly, with a smile in his eyes, "It looks like you're in a good mood."

Walking to the door, Moran Xianyi guessed that the rain was about to stop, so he waved to the children who were punished, and called to him to teach him a few more words.After training, prepare to let them play by themselves.

Unexpectedly, none of them left.The five children stared at their five pairs of black eyes, looked at each other, and then bent down to apologize to the head of the family, saying that they would never do it again in the future.

These separated children have been watched by Mo Ran Xianyi for more than ten years, and they all have good tempers, but they are still young and easy to make mistakes.Maybe they were born in other families, so they can enjoy themselves like other noble children!

It's a pity that they entered Mo Ran's house.

"It's good to know your mistakes. If I hear you bullying others in the future, you don't have to come to see me." Mo Ranxianyi glanced at the five children lightly, and saw their serious faces, and slightly raised the corners of their lips, "If I was bullied, and Zhan Li will come back to me again."

She doesn't care about the troubles caused by her white eyes.

The children understood what the Patriarch said and laughed.

Just thinking about going back to continue the conversation with the guest, the only and youngest girl among the five children gently grabbed Moran Xianyi's sleeve.

"Anything else?"

The little girl stared at her beautiful big eyes, and slapped her long eyelashes up and down: "My lord, is the guest inside Captain Kuchiki?"

Moran Xianyi nodded, and immediately saw five pairs of bright eyes.Sweeping her eyes from left to right, and then from right back to left, she finally sighed. Sure enough, there is no comparison between people. She has never seen them look at her Patriarch like this.

"Captain Kuchiki, would you mind talking to them?" Mo Ran Xianyi turned around and asked helplessly, "Even if it is to teach them a lesson."

For a moment, Moran Xianyi seemed to see the corner of the man's mouth raised, but when she blinked again, it seemed that the appearance just now only existed in her fantasy.Hearing that he said yes, Moran Xianyi turned sideways and let the children walk in line by line.

The older three children occasionally saw Byakuya Kuchiki in the schoolyard, but this was the first time they got close to a captain-level figure.

Compared with the main family, the children of the separated family have less chance to attend the activities among the nobles.

"Steady your center of gravity, keep your upper body straight, and swing your sword properly..."

Sure enough, it was the serious Kuchiki Byakuya she knew.

Mo Ran Xianyi was sitting in the room, listening to the other party's seemingly indifferent tone, but actually solid content of the cutting technique teaching, holding a teacup in his hand, looking at his nose, nose, nose and heart.

Occasionally, he heard the girl rubbing her nose against her face, saying that she wanted to see his Zanpakuto, so Moran Xianyi had to temporarily think that they were not children of her own family, and she was too thick-skinned.

After thinking about it for a while, she heard a low voice "Scatter, Qianben Sakura".

Not surprisingly, the children exclaimed.

"What were you drawing when I first arrived?"

After briefly instructing the three older children on some basic movements for them to practice, Byakuya Kuchiki walked back to his original position and sat down.

"A picture book for children." The paint is almost dry, right?In this way, the little princess who came to take a nap should also wake up, "The child really grows up very fast, it looks like it was not so small not long ago."

The small kimono carefully cut and made can't fit.

"How did you come up with the idea of ​​drawing a picture book?" Byakuya Kuchiki raised his eyebrows, showing a rare expression fluctuation.

"My family always wants to leave something for her." One book was published a year after the child was born. Counting the previous ones, four picture books have been published. This is the fifth book, which is just half completed.

It's not good to continue to sleep, and it will be troublesome if you don't want to sleep at night.

Moran Xianyi thought for a while and decided to go to the bedroom to wake her up. As soon as she got up, she heard the familiar and sweet bell, and the corners of her lips raised unconsciously.

Mumi threw herself into her arms first, and after rubbing past her master, she saw Kuchiki Byakuya beside her, and immediately shifted her target, sitting obediently beside him and wagging her tail to beg for petting.

Mo Ran Xianyi shook his head, thinking how he raised a big silly girl who forgets her master when she sees sex.

Kuchiki Byakuya stared at the big white dog for a while with a cold face, somewhat resisting touching her.

Caolu Yaqianliu of the [-]th team didn't know if it was intentional. He often called the big white dog "Little Bai Jun" and called himself "Bai Jun", which always felt a little unpleasant.

Mumi didn't understand Kuchiki Byakuya's inner entanglement, she just stuck out her tongue and tilted her head slightly, seeing that he didn't move, she wagged her tail more cheerfully.

In the end, Kuchiki Byakuya put his right hand on Mumi's head, and the big dog even lay down on the man's lap when he received the friendly message, enjoying himself.

In fact, this picture is quite harmonious.

Mo Ranxian circled a frame with his index fingers and gestured towards them, and the inspiration for a new story emerged instantly.

At the same time, hurried, small footsteps came from outside, accompanied by a soft and soft child's voice.

"Mom... Daddy..." The soft and cute childish voice was about to cry.

The little girl was holding a small quilt in her hand, rubbing her eyes and throwing herself into Mo Ran Xianyi's arms.

There is a cute little bow tie on the beautiful slightly curly brown hair, and there is a crystal teardrop hanging on the long curled eyelashes.

He is very familiar with the girl's face.

The time around Moran Xianyi passed very slowly.

Seeing her hugging the girl and unable to restrain her smile, Byakuya Kuchiki suddenly recalled the scene when they first met.

The little girl hid behind the elder, poked her head out slightly and said hello to him timidly.At that time, he didn't know that this girl would become so dazzling now.

The rain stopped, and a few rays of light were faintly peeked out from the clouds.

There seems to be something left in my heart, but it seems to take something back.

The affairs of the nobility seem insignificant in the Moran house surrounded by greenery.

The little girl in Moran Xianyi's arms poked out her head to look at Kuchiki Byakuza curiously, her eyes were shining with innocence, then she raised her head and stretched out her hand to caress Moran Xianyi's cheek: "... Where's Daddy?"

When Mo Ran Xianyi heard the words, he rubbed his cheek against hers, making the girl giggle.

Gently picking up the girl in a different position, Moran Xianyi walked up to Kuchiki Byakuya with light steps, with ridicule in his eyes, he said with a smile——

"You have to ask him."

The girl looked at Kuchiki Byakuya with a flowery smile on her face.Climb onto him in three steps and two steps, reaching out to grab his star-leading pliers.

It really is a family.

The corners of his lips were raised slightly, Kuchiki Byakuya's slender eyes revealed a gentle expression.

The clouds had completely dissipated, and the warm sunlight shone into the Japanese room.

This time, Moran Xianyi was very sure that she was not mistaken.

After a long time, the iceberg melted.