[Death Doujin] Ink dyed white smoke

When the spring was coming to an end, Mo Ranxian accepted a letter in the hand of his colleague of the god of death who was stationed in the present world, and signed it as spring name Mai.

Although after leaving this world, in order not to disturb their family's new life, they never contacted each other, but she specifically told her subordinates stationed in the city to help her pay more attention, and there is no need to panic if they find out.

Ten years later, she was finally contacted by the other party, which made her very excited.

Chun Mingmai announced the good news of her upcoming marriage in the letter, hoping to meet her before the marriage, have a meal together, and talk about the current situation by the way.

Moran Xianyi welcomed this very much, so he asked his subordinates to answer the call for him, and made an appointment on June [-]st, which happened to be the holiday of both parties.

When I went back to fill out the application form for a one-day trip to the present world, I thought I should notify Aizen and asked Mumi to send her a note. I didn't expect that the note was delivered, and I brought back another application form signed by Aizen Soyousuke .

Thinking that there was nothing wrong with it, Moran Xianyi applied for him together.

So within a few days, news spread that the two were going to date in this world.

For these rumors, Mo Ran leisurely observes the nose, the nose and the heart with his eyes, just listen to them.She will explain a little bit when encountering particularly exaggerated rumors.

She has learned not to take these things seriously, and can even eat dessert calmly while listening to her friends complaining about her grievances.

"Based on professional ethics, the person in charge of the customs office should not disclose personal privacy." Ise Nanao was very angry, saying that the two of them had to go to the real world to forget about their respective affairs, but they deliberately played up it as a date.

"I'm pure enough to meet friends in this world, but Captain Aizan seems to have to go around to support the false attack." Gently put down the fork, Mo Ran leisurely sipped hot tea.

Seeing this, Ise Nanao sighed: "How can you not mind at all, just thinking about it makes me so angry that I want to complain for you."

"Except for the fact that I am dissatisfied with leaving work for fun, the rest are facts that cannot be debated." It may be more troublesome if the description gets darker, so I just let them talk.Now, apart from looking forward to that day, nothing can make her lose her good mood.

Putting down the pen, Nanao Ise handed the form to her: "That's about it!"

"Do you really only need this, Qixu?" Mo Ran Xianyi checked the purchase list written by the other party, "There will be someone in the house to help me bring the things back, so you don't have to worry about me not being able to carry them."

"Really." Ise Nanao smiled, please be careful when buying things.

"The total amount of items you need is only one-fifth of that of Luanju," Moran Xianyi raised the corners of his lips, "It won't affect me if I bring more."

Now that I have said so, Nanao Ise pushed her glasses on hearing the words: "I like the yokan in front of the station very much."

"No problem." Moran Xianyi said while writing down the other party's favorite taste.

It is rare for the Grim Reaper to go shopping in this world, and to bring back some things for these friends who will fight for her. I can't express her extreme gratitude to them.

I just hope that Aizen won't be frightened by the strong shopping power of the women by then.

***

At night, Moran's house is very lively.

Ink dye one, two, three.

Listening to Moran Xianyi's calm introduction to the three big boys holding wooden swords practicing slashing in the courtyard, Aizen couldn't describe the astonishment in his heart.

On one side, there were three smaller children lying on the ground around the woman and drawing pictures. He recognized one as Oi Chuan Yuni, and the other children were seeing each other for the first time.

If it wasn't for Suzuki Sumire's leadership, he almost thought he had gone to the wrong place, some nursery school.

"one two three?"

"Their names." Ask Suzuki Sumire to take the little child, together with the drawing utensils, to their bedroom, wash and prepare for bed.

After the children left, Moran Xianyi waved at the three boys and called them to him: "The triplets are totally different, the oldest one is Xiaoyi."

Today is the nobleman's regular meeting, and it happened to coincide with Mao's spring break. A few days ago, several children from the separated family sent a message to let the family master see their progress, so they let them come.

As a result, it was late at night, so I simply let them stay.

The three big boys have all met the captain of the Fifth Division from afar, and even saw the other party bring his adjutant to Mao to show Zanpakuto Hashikai half a year ago.Although it was heard that he had a close relationship with his Patriarch, he never had a chance to get in touch.

"Keep your head up and your chest straight," Mo Ran Xianyi knew they were nervous, and spoke calmly, "Little San, your knees."

Shaking badly.She didn't say this, she had to save some face for her children.

"Yes, Master Patriarch." The children shouted in unison.

Aizen was originally a well-known good guy in the court guard team, and under the decoration of glasses, he showed a man's gentleness and elegance.A smile and a low sentence of "they are all good boys" put the three boys at ease.

Mo Ran Xianyi watched all this from the side, but felt that his children had to practice in knowing people.

After briefly commenting on the mistakes in the center of gravity when they swung their knives, the three children's eyes shone with admiration, and then they stepped back to play by themselves according to the Patriarch's instructions.

When the sliding door was closed, Mo Ran Xianyi was pulled into his arms unexpectedly.

"If you asked me to choose the most qualified one," there was a full-length mirror in the room, Aizen could see the woman in front of her lowering her eyes, "the one in the middle."

"Xiao Er..." Mo Ran Xianyi murmured, "Yes, after all, he is very similar to you."

When the eldest brother and the younger brother get into trouble, they will always be punished for sitting together.Having said that, Mo Ran Er is a military adviser type character who can incite brothers just by moving his mouth, and she doesn't completely think he is right.

It's just that if there are more choices, she hopes to find a child that is more suitable for entrusting. However, the birth rate of the Moran family is relatively low regardless of whether the main family or the separated family, and the birth of triplets caused a sensation for a while.

"What about the other two little ones?"

"Girls want to learn fashion design, and boys want to go into business." The pillars of the future family business must be cultivated now.

Out of the corner of his eye, he scanned the stacks of ancient books in the corner, and Aizen recognized the Kuchiki family crest on the cover.Just now, on the way to the Sumizome House, he greeted Kuchiki Byakuya, who was not the captain of Haori, and he must have come back together after the regular meeting, and left after dinner.

"They like Captain Kuchiki very much." Knowing what the other party was thinking, Mo Ran Xianyi turned around and wrapped his arms around the other's waist, "Accidentally asked once, why the master didn't take Captain Kuchiki home."

"Oh? How did Miss Moran answer?"

Lifting his head and smiling at the man, Moran Xianyi replied very practically: "I said that the four nobles are only responsible for abducting people back."

"It's quite clever."

Standing on tiptoe and gently taking off the man's glasses, Moran Xianyi fiddled with the glasses on his hand: "I can't say it's because people look down on me."

"Never thought about trying again? You should have many opportunities after Mrs. Kuchiki's death." Hearing the sound of scratching the door outside, Aizen let her go and opened the door to let the big white dog in.

When Mu Mifu entered the room, she first rubbed against Lan Ran's feet, and then obediently stepped forward under the gaze of the master after a while.

Taking the letter she brought back from the dog, Moran Xianyi put the glasses on the table, lowered his head to read the letter, and responded casually: "Do you want to be polite?"

"It's okay to listen to it." Kneeling down and stroking Mumi's fluffy white hair, Lan Ran instructed her to sit down, and then stretched her right hand to the dog's collar to check repeatedly.

The first letter was the notice for the routine study of the Fourth Division. Mo Ran Xianyi only took one look at it and nailed it to the bulletin board: "I never thought about it once."

"Courtesy?"

"Courtesy."

The second letter is two VIP tickets sent by Saotome Ryukyu. The view of the show is excellent, but unfortunately the time happened to be stuck in the captain's meeting: "Do you still want to hear the truth?"

"No need." Lan Ran smiled, patted Mu Mi's head and told her to play in a corner.

After confirming the polite words, the truth is something that both of them know well.

"arrogant."

"Thank you."

It wasn't that she didn't think about it once, it was because the man didn't let her have time to think about it, and when she was finally able to choose freely, she realized that there was only one option left.

Apart from falling in love with him, she has no other way to go.

After unsealing all the letters, Moran Xianyi sat back at the table and played with his glasses, squinting at the other party leaning against the wall to read the ancient books in the corner: "If the soldiers know that you wear glasses to pretend to be deep, I don't know how you will feel."

"It's not too late to think about it after they can really find out." The world of corpses and souls is used to living in a daze, and one more or one less lie can't change anything.

"That day, little Youni followed me to the glasses store opened by Vice Captain Yin, and pointed to the ordinary glasses in the glass cabinet and called Captain Blue Ran." Thinking of his niece's reaction, Mo Ran Xianyi pursed his lips and chuckled, "Obviously the prescription is not deep, the glasses The image of a good old man has been successfully created."

Lan Ran heard the words, put the ancient book back to its original place, walked slowly back to the table and smiled softly: "Why do you go for glasses?"

"Find a pair of flat glasses that fit." Mo Ran Xianyi turned sideways and hung the glasses back on the bridge of the man's nose, "I want to look a little older."

Sure enough, she still prefers Aizen who doesn't wear glasses.Moran Xianyi frowned, wondering if he should take the risk of making people angry, and then took off his glasses.

Her messy thoughts are easy to guess, Lan Ran propped her cheeks to see her face full of hesitation, and finally took off the glasses by herself: "It's been ten years, I should look older."

"Our age can't be seen from the outside at all." As a woman, she should be happy, but as a human friend, she is a little troubled. "Everyone says that I am young and invincible now. Let me go back to my girlhood."

Stretching out his hand to caress the woman's cheek, Aizen agreed with them.It was more than fifty years ago that Moran Xianyi became the fourth seat of the Sixth Division. During that time, they occasionally talked. At that time, she looked too old.

"Is that why you don't want to cut your hair short again?" Aizen laughed softly.Last summer, she was always staring at Matsumoto Rangiku's pretty short hair, asking her to cut it if she liked, and just shook her head.

"You don't understand the feeling of an older woman being called a girl." Mo Ran Xianyi smiled wryly, "Let's put it this way, imagine that we were walking down the street together, and then you were mistaken for my father."

Everyone in Seireitei knows each other, but there must be one or two on Liuhun Street.

Lan Ran smiled and narrowed her eyes: "Miss Mo Ran always worries unnecessarily."

"Who made your image deeply rooted in people's hearts," Moran Xianyi muttered in a low voice, "When Mai first met you, he called you uncle."

He also said that he thought Aizen was similar to his father.

"So Ms. Mo Ran wants me to take off my glasses and just be a much younger captain of the Fifth Division?"

"It's not necessary," honestly rubbing into the opponent's arms, Moran Xianyi knew exactly what to choose, "Only I can see this appearance."

Hearing Lan Ran's low-pitched laughter, Mo Ran Xianyi's cheeks blushed, and after a snort, he announced the addition of Mumi to the list.

Why is it impossible to take the glasses out of life just because she likes them? This man just said it casually, after all, the original image was too convenient.

"Maybe I should learn some makeup skills." She has never missed maintenance, but the makeup for important occasions is all done by Ohara Akari, "to make myself look more mature."

"I don't like the smell of powder."

Moran Xianyi showed regret when he heard the words: "I also thought about taking this opportunity to leave a lipstick mark on your captain Yuori, it must be very interesting."

"The captain's anger is not funny." Turning the woman in his arms to face him, Aizen laughed softly, "Miss Moran, it's not unacceptable for me to change the position of the lip print."

Slowly pulling out her hairpin, a head of smooth black long hair poured down like a waterfall, just as only she could take off his glasses, her appearance only belonged to him.

With black hair and shawls, her fair face is slightly flushed, no need for makeup, she is already a very charming and beautiful woman.

"Always say things that are easy to be misunderstood," Mo Ran Xianyi put his arms around the man's neck, and whispered in a slight protest, "I know that I will not do anything to offend you."

The index finger stroked the woman's lips, she was worried that he would be displeased, and he was waiting for her to express that the time had come to the end of the next spring in a blink of an eye: "Didn't you plan to let your child inherit?"

"If so." Mo Ran Xianyi said with a slight smile, "I'm already the last line of the direct line, so I have to be ready at any time."

For more than ten years, the old business of the Moran family has remained stable. She even partnered with Kuchiki and Saotome to open several modern clothing stores and dessert shops in the central area of ​​Noble Street and Ruukon Street, attracting talents with relevant majors in Ruukon Street. development and improvement.The cost has been recovered five years ago, and the profit has been rising every year.

From her point of view, the ten years that she has been the head of the family are not bad, the only difference is that she has not been able to give birth to an heir for the family.Although the matter with Aizen has been semi-public, the nobles still have to be careful in handling the snowflakes of courtship invitations.

The Saotome family, a stable cultural aristocrat, never went to the front line, so accidents were naturally much less. Therefore, even if Saotome Ryukyu, the head of the family, was urged to marry, he was still happy as his single nobleman.

The head of the Moran family has been a member of the court guard team from generation to generation. Except for Moran Zongyilang, who is still alive now, all the previous heads of the family died in battle.Although she is only a small fourth seat, danger is everywhere.

After that night, Mo Ran Xianyi faintly had a bad premonition.She just hoped that the trouble would come to her later, she still had a lot of things to do.

"You once said that you want to find a man you don't like so much for the sake of the family." His fingers moved slowly from his lips to the woman's slender and beautiful neck, and he could make her stick to him with just a little force.

There was a trace of bitterness on Mo Ran Xianyi's lips. The development of things is always unsatisfactory. She likes this accident, but it also adds a lot of troubles that shouldn't be there: "Now we all know that this is impossible."

"Blame me?"

"of course."

It's easy to play lip service, but it's daunting when you really want to put it into practice.

The faces of the two were very close to each other, and she always avoided it clumsily in the autumn, Aizen didn't say anything, but was happy to watch her perform alone.Forehead to forehead, nose to nose, unknowingly they have become the most intimate gestures.

Then click to stop.

They are still thinking about their position in each other's heart. Now that he is her king, who is she to him?

"Naming is an art." She exerted a little force with her right hand, intending to bring the woman's cheeks closer, but she wanted to push him to the floor, and Aizen's left arm reflexively supported him, but it didn't go smoothly. She intended to lie down, although the unexpected attack failed, the intention was quite good, "I may not like simple numbers."

Seeing that the sneak attack failed, Mo Ran Xianyi was not annoyed, anyway, there were more opportunities: "It's a pity, the name I like happens to have a number unit."

"Girls are called Chihiro, what about boys?" Because she likes it herself, when the Ogawa couple asked her to name their daughter, they crossed out this relatively common girl's name for the Yamato people without even thinking about it.

"...I won't tell you," hmph, this man always likes to discuss things with her that won't come true, "you might as well think about it yourself."

Moran's family has always been very casual in naming.Moran Tsubaki sounds unique, but it was only decided when the camellia was in full bloom when it was born.

Except for the triplets, the younger boy is called Qingshan and the girl is called Lanhua, the meaning of which is very easy to understand.

"I really like Miss Mo Ran's name."

Even though he was familiar with the other party's way of changing the subject, Mo Ran Xianyi blushed involuntarily when he heard the words.

Chihiro is the protagonist in her series of picture books, traveling to various mysterious countries with her heartfelt big white dog.She already had her own daughter, who grew up with Eunie.

Then maybe one day I have to stop time with her.

"Captain Lan Ran, you are not suitable for marriage." Mo Ran Xianyi smiled lightly as he stretched out his hand to caress the man's cheek.In fact, it is not difficult to understand, he rejects everything that tries to restrain himself.

"I know." Aizen smiled and did not refute this.

The family life that I once longed for has been wiped out by reality a long time ago.After the enthusiasm cooled down, she realized that the feeling of holding it in her hand was far happier than she imagined.

This man has a lot of high-sounding words, and Mo Ran Xianyi can probably imagine the expression on his face when he said "marriage is just the best reason to rationalize a relationship".

When she told him casually, it took nearly a month for the Oikawa couple to get the number at the household registration management office and to go through all the procedures to successfully apply for naturalization.Aizen just smiled cordially as always, and said—

"The end of naturalization does not mean that loyalty will be engraved in the heart."

When he said these words, the expression on his face was very kind and sincere, which caused her to always have these words in her mind involuntarily when she attended the naturalization celebration of her colleagues later.

A man who doesn't trust all superficial things is willing to let her hold hands.

Maybe being naturalized would really save a lot of trouble, but every night when Yelan and the others slept peacefully in each other's arms, she only thought about being happy enough in her mind.

Holding hands and hugging, the intimacy between the forehead and the tip of the nose, the things you have felt in your hands have long surpassed your longing.

Aizen is patient, and so is she.

Mo Ran Er is not the best candidate for successor in her mind. After the possible troubles are over and she survives, she plans to challenge to become the longest reigning Patriarch Mo Ran.

But before that, there are more important things to do.

"Captain Aizen, do you want to stay tonight or not?"

"This is indeed a problem, I have to think about it." The woman's white and slender fingers had already drawn circles on his chest, with obvious intentions.

The dog house has all the equipment in this world, and when Mo Ran Xianyi is bored, he will occasionally ask him to watch the TV series of this world together.Occasionally there are scenes where the protagonists are ambiguous, but she just calmly puts her arms around her knees with no expression on her face.

He was once surprised by her peace, but now he finally understands that the other party used the album as research material.

In the corner, Mumi is still biting her puppet, with a look of deep hatred and hatred.

The bell has been replaced, it is not difficult to imagine how cautious and fearful her master must have been since that day, and with the news of Chun Mingmai's marriage──it seems to have been a big blow.

"What are you afraid of, Miss Mo Ran?" When a person is cornered, it is easy to do things that do not conform to the identity and belief when the head is hot.He has to confirm, and then follow his own way.

"When did you lose confidence in yourself?" Moran Xianyi was taken aback when he heard the words, and then pursed his lips and smiled after recovering, "Do you still remember the photo in the autumn harvest?"

Grasping the hand that kept making mistakes, Aizen also understood something, and couldn't help laughing in a low voice.

She cooperates with his pace, and he is willing to spend time coaxing her, but the standard of getting along between them is far more than that, such as specificity, and fairness.

They are all people who are good at waiting, but someone has to take the initiative to stop.

Her challenged ordeal began with that picture, and he still owed her a kiss.

Of course.

"Am I being forced to stay here, Miss Xianyi?"

"Don't think so, you're just left behind by Mr. Moran's charm, it's not ashamed."

Gently holding up the woman's chin, Aizen knew that the more she tried, the redder her face would become.

Taking advantage of bullying, there was something heavy in his pocket, he was a little concerned, but it didn't get in the way.

ears, neck, cheeks.

Her shy basic flow, it would be nice to add a few touches after tonight.

Naturalization cannot imprint loyalty, but an emotional kiss can make a promise forever.

How ironic.

"I'm not stupid enough to hold a heart in your hands like this." No one understands the arc of the man's lips unconsciously than her.Mo Ran Xianyi grabbed the opponent's hand, and leaned forward to turn against the guest.

Condescending, even if his face is blushing, he still has his own momentum.

Let her move, Lan Ran smiled and narrowed her eyes: "My Miss Xian Yi is actually very smart."

"It's very kind of you to understand, my Soyousuke-sama."

Aizen's complexion is fairer than that of ordinary men, and his breath is also clean.Doing things without leaving any evidence, no matter what you do, you will not leave traces, and it is even more impossible for people to leave marks on yourself.

Then, a shallow, thin, and superficial kiss should be within the tolerable range!

Carefully holding up the man's face with both hands, the thunderous heartbeat embarrasses her even more than the trembling of her fingertips.

There was a smile in Lan Ran's eyes, and a hint of interest in watching a play was raised on her lips. If she wanted to be a hero, she would let her go. This little idea of ​​thunder and rain would be overthrown soon.

At night, in the master's bedroom, the two habitually set each other's calculations in their hearts.

The distance between the cheeks of the two sides is extremely close, with only a few centimeters difference between each other.

The atmosphere was beautiful, Moran Xianyi decided to make a quick decision, and Aizen smiled calmly and prepared to end the wait──

Until the sound of fine footsteps, accompanied by a soft and cute child's voice, sounded like weeping outside the door.

"Aunt──I want to sleep with you──"

The girl's weeping voice made Mo Ran Xianyi's heart twitch, and then he looked at the man who was slightly astonished, and quickly made a choice.

Forehead touching forehead, tip of nose rubbing against tip of nose, Moran Xianyi had a smile in his eyes.

"Captain Aizen, I don't think Mumi would mind having one more person in the room." The dog house welcomes you.

Standing up and opening the door of the room, the little girl threw herself into the woman's arms in a second, with crystal teardrops still hanging on her long eyelashes, and wrapped her small arms around her aunt's neck, rubbing her cheek habitually.

The way the little girl blinked was so cute, Mo Ran Xianyi unconsciously poked her on the face, causing the little girl to chuckle.

Climbing onto her aunt's shoulders, Oi Chuan Youni looked at the man sitting on the ground innocently.

"Doesn't little Youni like Sister Lanhua very much? You also said that you want to sleep with her tonight."

"Aunt Jin said that you are lonely by yourself tonight, I don't want aunt to cry secretly."

Listening to the little girl happily stating the cause and effect, Aizen put on her glasses silently, propping her cheeks to see their warmth and harmony.

No one deserves to be treated tenderly, but this woman is surrounded by love.

Suzuki Sumire's way of protecting her and hindering him is really simple and effective.

Reaching into his pocket, Aizen took out a finely crafted pocket watch, and the picture frame inside hadn't been painted yet.

If he wants to touch their noble Patriarch, it seems that he has to think long term.