[Death Doujin] Ink dyed white smoke

Ten years is but a moment to the world of souls, but human beings can use this moment to change the world.

It was 15 years ago that the last time I set foot on the city where my friends lived in this world, during this time I did not miss to perform missions in this world, but I never came to this land known as the fashion capital again.

More towering buildings, more and more popular land transportation, human life is short, but the pace of life is getting faster and faster.

Mo Ran Xianyi pressed down his wide-brimmed soft hat, clutched a heavy shopping bag in his hand, and watched the endless stream of cars waiting to pass, feeling a little timid in his heart.

Walking out of the world-transmitting gate, the divine messenger rang several times in succession.

If she still has the consciousness of being a god of death, if she is close, she should go to support immediately. Unfortunately, there is a workaholic who moves faster than her—she is not sure whether it is to avoid shopping trips—and throws a sentence "concentrate on vacation "He left in an instant.

In fact, this is also quite good, the captain thinks it's overkill to deal with ordinary Xu.

The team members who are stationed in this world today are simply lucky.Moran Xianyi stared at the dot that quickly disappeared in the messenger, thinking so.

Higher-ranking nobles usually configure a private world-transmitting door, which only needs a simple report to enter the present world, and even sneaks out without being noticed.

The world of corpses and souls has always been particularly tolerant towards nobles.

"Let me see, the motorcycle parts here are given by Deputy Captain Hisagi." While ticking off the list, Moran Kanyi instructed the attendants to take the heavier things to reishi first, "This is the female Cosmetics set for group buying, a hand mirror and cosmetic box are given as a bonus, and fragile items should be handled with care.”

"Yes, Lord Patriarch." The two attendants who were standing by beside them carefully took the two large cardboard boxes and scattered bags, turned around and stepped into the world-transmitting gate.

Next, there are women's clothing, new shoes and skin care products in the catalogue. After the end, I will go to the dessert shop and bookstore when I am free.

Moran Xianyi put the booklet back in the bag, and the long-lost shopping in this world is really refreshing.

"There are still two hours before the appointed time," Moran Xianyi said to the butler behind him, raising his left wrist to confirm the time, "Before that, let's go to the department store to have a look, the location is—"

"Turn left after two intersections." A cold female voice answered quickly.

"After arriving, I wanted to ask, did you stay up all night memorizing the map without telling me, Sumire?"

Sumire Suzuki was wearing a neat women's suit, and the trousers set off her slender legs, making her figure even more upright.She was originally an indifferent, calm and serious woman, with a natural imposing manner, as long as she glanced at her carefully, the crowd around her would retreat unconsciously.

As soon as she arrived in this world, she quietly accompanied the attendant to hold an umbrella for the Patriarch to block the sun, and only spoke a few words when the other party needed help.

Seeing that the butler who has been with him all the way since becoming the head of the family is expressionless and silent, Mo Ran Xianyi knows that he is not mistaken, and his heart warms up: "You spoil me too much, so I can easily learn to be bad."

"Please don't think too much about your duties." Suzuki Sumire lowered her head halfway, her attitude as usual rigorous.

Suzuki and his wife have several grandchildren, Sumire Suzuki is the youngest among them.After Moran Xianyi was brought to the Suzuki family's house next to the branch family, among the many candidates for the manager, she stood out from the crowd at a glance.

Perhaps it was because she felt reassured by her resemblance to the Suzuki couple, or she was deeply attracted by her independent and handsome temperament. After the meeting, Sumire Suzuki was put on the recruitment list.

The official selection is all presided over by the elders, and the head of the family does not have the right to make decisions.However, when Moran Xianyi learned that Suzuki Sumire had passed the final review and became her solid backing, her hanging heart stabilized.

Since then, she has a direct butler who loves her like a big sister.

Housekeeping, gossip gathering, and even helping her fend off some entangled characters...

Suzuki Sumire simply treated her like a glass doll, holding her in his hands and taking good care of her.Although sometimes it seems too much-

For example now.

"Sumire, actually I'm wearing sunscreen, a sun hat, and even a light coat." So put this umbrella away!

"Man-made products cannot be trusted." Firmly adhering to the rules of aristocratic stewardship, Sumire Suzuki was still holding an umbrella with all her heart, with a steady tone.

Don't let humans have unnecessary contact with the owner of the house, don't let the owner of the house get sunburned, protect the head of the house inside the aisle to avoid accidents...

Sumire Suzuki yearned for her almighty grandfather since she was a child, and now she is honored to take over his position as the manager. She will definitely do better.Although she was helpless when the Patriarch was seriously ill and suffered a great blow, but if it was just a small matter in life, she would not be troubled, and it was really comforting to be by the gentle Patriarch's side──

"Ah, Captain Aizen said he would come over later." Moran Xianyi stared at the message in the messenger and said.

"...Yes." Hearing a few annoying syllables, Sumire Suzuki frowned imperceptibly.

After all, she is her right-hand man, so Mo Ran Xianyi naturally knew what she was thinking, and she raised her eyes with a smile: "If you want to stay, Jin can stay, there is no need to avoid it."

Her goal today is very clear, to meet old friends, go shopping, and then give Aizen time.

Suzuki Sumire was overjoyed to get the Patriarch's permission, but her face was still indifferent.

The reason why she hated the man Aizen was actually very simple—she felt that he would make the Patriarch sad for no reason, but the Patriarch liked him.

It was so depressing.

With this in mind—although things changed slightly when the Patriarch was seriously ill—Suzuki Sumire couldn't warm up to him from the bottom of his heart.If you ask her, the head of the Kuchimu Patriarch of the four nobles must be better.

"I'm not what you like." The sudden strong wind blew up the ink-dyed and elegant long skirt, and she casually pressed down the brim of the hat and the hem of the skirt, and smiled softly.

Suzuki Sumire, who didn't know why, said this word out of nowhere, but she didn't say anything because of her professional ethics of not interfering with the master's private affairs.

They happened to be walking up the steps of the department store when Aizen appeared.Moran Xianyi greeted him with a smile, and asked a few words about the false attack.

Sumire Suzuki put away her umbrella and stepped aside respectfully, accidentally making eye contact with Aizen.The other party quickly withdrew his indifferent gaze, and when he turned to the woman in front of him, he was much gentler.

In the end, Suzuki Sumire did not choose to follow the two of them, but stayed in the coffee shop in the lobby on the first floor to check the industry operation data for this month, following the owner's intention to take a short rest in this world.

The noble steward has to do far more things than imagined, one of which is to stabilize the mind of the head of the family.In terms of combat quality, she is not as good as Aizen; in terms of feelings, maybe she is not as deep as the two of them.

"Stay silently behind the Patriarch, only thinking about protecting this small and thin back. When you can one day be able to lift the other's shoulders, you will be that indispensable existence."

Suzuki Sumire liked the expectations her grandfather had given her, and it would be great if she could do it.

The Suzuki family was not forced to become subordinates of the Moran family, they were just deeply attracted by this flower-loving nobleman, and then voluntarily became their gardeners.

In the coffee shop, a short-haired beauty with sharp eyes and a cold attitude appeared today at the window seat.

"Hi, may I sit here?" Soon the first moth appeared, a male.

The big beauty pointed to the other empty seats in the store and remained silent, her eyes still fixed on the documents.

"You didn't say no, so I'll sit down." The moth thought he was handsome and walked along the bangs, and happily pulled the chair away.

Gently put the document in his hand on the table, Sumire Suzuki twitched his eyes, looked him up and down, then pulled the corner of his mouth slightly and said coldly, "Get lost."

Reach out and don't hit smiley people, but not ones with particularly annoying smiles.

Suzuki Sumire didn't know how humans should deal with harassment. She only knew that after twisting the hand of the moth that was reaching towards her, her trip to the coffee shop was peaceful before returning to Soul World.

***

"Captain Kuchiki told me in private," Moran Xianyi handed a pink fluffy rabbit doll to the clerk for checkout, and said to the man beside him who looked at the price and raised his eyebrows with a smile, "Lukia seems to like it. "

"That's how it is." Taking the skincare bag from the woman's hand, Aizen smiled and watched her happily accept the paper bag containing the rabbit puppet.That amount is indeed not affordable for the average person.

They had just bought all the items on the list and asked Suzuki Sumire to take them back for repacking, leaving only Moran Xianyi's share on hand.

Aizen smiled and listened to her talk about various women's maintenance scriptures, which was actually quite interesting.Seeing her heartbeat when passing by the clothing store, she waited patiently beside the fitting room for her to try on again and again.

"The Technology Development Bureau is good at everything, but it doesn't work hard on women's makeup and skin care products." Sitting on a park bench with Ai Ran and waiting, Mo Ran Xianyi opened the booklet and ticked a few on his wish list, "It's a pity Now, the business opportunities are endless!"

Unobtrusively pressing down the woman's skirt, Aizen quite agreed: "I'm curious how much you spent on these bottles and jars alone."

Hearing this, Mo Ran Xianyi narrowed his eyes, put his index finger to his lips and showed a very standard smile: "A good man shouldn't ask such impolite questions."

"Oh? Maybe I should change the question." Seeing that the other party really put on a pair of flat glasses to look old, Lan Ran felt amused, "Are these necessary?"

Shaking his head deeply, the glasses on the bridge of his nose slowly slid down with the movement, Mo Ran Xianyi straightened it up, and said in a heavy tone, "It's more than necessary, it's a holy thing for women."

If you find a skin care product that is 100% suitable for your skin, you even want to worship it.

Seeing the teasing smile on the man's lips, Moran Xianyi thought for a while and added: "It's actually not expensive, it's quite economical to buy at a special price."

"Are there any specials today?"

"No."

The weather was just right at noon, and it didn't feel hot even though it was in the middle of the day.

Many parents in the park take their preschool children to play in the parent-child playground. In the past, she also took Haruna Mai's hand to play in the park in Karakura Town.

They stayed in the sandpit for the longest time. As the elder sister, she would be responsible for fetching water for the children to build sandcastles, but the castles were usually destroyed by the excited Moomies after the flags were planted.

At that time, she had short hair and was accosted by a passing high school student. Seeing this, Chun Mingmai jumped out and called her mommy, which made the high school student look dull.

"Thinking about what?"

"Thinking about it, I have actually watched many children grow up." Gently covering Aizen's left with his right hand, Moran Xianyi watched as the boy not far away threw the ball to his father.

Wheat, Yuki, Uni, the triplets, Aoyama, Orchid...

Maybe count her Chihiro and Mumi.

"Souls without spiritual power will not grow up, nor can they bear children. We enjoy the right to birth, old age, sickness and death, but we always avoid it." The life of a powerful soul lasts forever, and with the help of external forces, it can stop its appearance at the desired time point.

"Think it's unfair?" Aizen asked, clasping her trembling hand tightly behind her back.

Moran Xianyi shook his head: "It's just that I suddenly feel that it's great to be born."

She doesn't know what other people's families are like, but she is really a happy woman who was born into the world as the love of her parents.

Hearing the man say "I think so too", she chewed on the meaning, and felt that happiness should not be just happiness, but happiness is unique.

"What if I can't hold back my tears after seeing Mai?" Seeing that the agreed time was getting closer, Mo Ran Xianyi was already too nervous for words.

Taking off the inappropriate glasses on the woman's face, Aizen ignored her protest and smiled and said, "Don't worry, you are the woman who can look at a shipwreck and separate the hero and heroine forever."

"...Don't make it sound like you cried after watching it." She wasn't the only one who was cold-blooded.

Just saying that, a ball rolled to Mo Ran Xianyi's feet.

Hearing the children on the opposite side yelling for her to help throw it over, she reflexively wanted to withdraw her right hand to pick up the ball, but the man seemed unwilling to let go, so she had no choice but to clumsily roll the ball back with her left hand alone.

"I thought Ms. Mo Ran would ask me for help." Lan Ran smiled and moved the fingers of her right hand.

"Even if there is only one hand left, a woman should be self-reliant!" Mo Ranxianyi squinted at him, "You just talk, you really want to help and acted long before me."

"Miss Moran, there is not only goodwill in this world."

"I know."

Lan Ran raised the corners of her lips: "My goal is very clear, and I have nothing to do with strangers."

"I know," Mo Ran Xianyi followed with a smile, "That's why I didn't ask you for help just now."

Sometimes being too enthusiastic will cause trouble, but she still can't do it if she really wants to distinguish it as clearly as he does.

On the bright side, at least she was included in the list of this man's relatives, and there was someone she could rely on if something happened.

Beep──

The messengers on the two of them sounded at the same time, and Moran Xianyi casually glanced at the location, which was in the next town.

Before Aizen left, she reached out to him to take back her glasses, only to get a handsome smile like a man's.

Looking down at the empty right hand, after all, she was the only one left.

"Sister Xianyi!"

It was a clean and cheerful voice, just like the big boy she remembered.

Mo Ran Xianyi quickly turned around, and the person who came was gentle and fair, with half-rim glasses hanging on the bridge of his nose, wearing a plaid shirt with suit pants, and his leather shoes were polished brightly.

Ten years is enough time to turn a big boy into a good man.

The growth of human beings is really fast...

Before she had any more feelings, she had already rushed forward to give Chun Mingmai a hug.

For ten years, she missed her friends in this world all the time.Just holding the key to the Kujiya, which she never pushed, made her grateful.

Friends in the world of corpses and souls say that human beings have their own lives, and the god of death should not disturb the peace that belongs to human beings. The deeper the bond is, the more painful it will be when parting.

So she resisted the urge to see them in this world, and only asked her colleagues to pay more attention, but never asked about their recent situation.

However, ten years is a long time for human beings.

Just as she missed them, they also missed her during these ten years.How could she not respond well to their love for her?

Even if parting again would be doubly painful, she still wanted to handle this situation well.

"I used to be able to call you Sister Xianyi, but I didn't expect that I would have reached the age where you should be called uncle." Chun Mingmai patted the back of the big sister of death whom he had always liked, and teased himself.

Slowly retreating Chun Mingmai's chest, Mo Ran Xianyi now has to look up when he sees him.

A lot of things have happened in the past ten years. She not only has a nephew who has become a trainee of Death God, but even her niece is already six years old.Some particularly uncomfortable things have happened, and she is still worried that she will be alone when she opens her eyes...

There are so many things I want to say, but in the end I can only condense them into one sentence──

"Congratulations on your marriage, Mai."

She didn't cry, because Chun Mingmai, who was loved by her like a younger brother, had red eyes first.

The little boy in her memory was very strong, and he didn't cry even when he was hurt. Moran Xianyi only saw him cry to the eggplant a few times during the Obon Festival.

The loss of a mother is still too cruel for a young boy.

How did she comfort him then?

Reflexively took out the handkerchief from the bag, and was about to play with something when Haruna Mai cut it off.

Chun Mingmai folded the handkerchief intently with red eyes, and Mo Ran Xianyi suddenly pulled his chest when he saw the other party's skillful technique.

A rose was handed to Moran Xianyi, Chun Mingmai took a deep breath, and said softly: "Sister Xianyi, I won't cry, because on such a beautiful day as your birthday, it is only suitable for smiling."

Knowing what to do next, Moran Xianyi picked up the tip of the handkerchief, and when the flowers disappeared, a photo album appeared underneath.

This was a trick they used to play a long time ago, and the young wheat was grinning from ear to ear when he saw a few candies added under the rose.Then she would tell him stories about the world of spirits, about the places she knew where souls belonged.

Holding the photo album into her arms, it was the first time that Moran Xianyi wanted to live so strongly, and she also wanted to witness the growth of more people with her own eyes.What if you can hold on, if you can do it...

She wants to live.

Aizen had told her more than once, don't always think of letting go when holding hands, but hold on tightly if you want.

The right hand is empty, not because she is the only one left, but because she never took the initiative to leave anyone behind.

"Human beings are really amazing creatures..." Moran Xianyi murmured with a smile, "It's the first time I really feel the length of ten years."

"I think Sister Xianyi is also very amazing." Chun Mingmai helped pick up the big purchase bag, and instructed Moran Xianyi to follow him, "Still young and beautiful, let me know what decades are like a day."

After all, he is a nobleman of the Soul World, how many of them have royal blood──

Mo Ran Xianyi thought so, until he was taken to the seat by the waiter in the western restaurant, only to realize that he was exaggerated belatedly.

"...Who did you learn these words from, Mai Mai?" The sweet words come at your fingertips!This doesn't match his gentle and honest appearance.

Chunming Mai Wenyan just smiled, and after helping her order a safe and non-alcoholic meal, she smiled calmly: "My fiancee."

As the appetizers came to the table, another tall and slim figure appeared beside the table.

Moran Xianyi raised his head and watched the woman in pure white chef uniform take off her high hat, flicked her wavy crimson curly hair to the right side, and showed her a cordial and warm smile.

Chun Mingmai stood up and led the woman towards him: "Sister Xianyi, I solemnly introduce my fiancée to you..."

"Hey, my dear Dr. Chunming is still so handsome after not seeing you in the morning, which made me fall in love with you deeply again..." The gorgeous woman pressed a kiss on Chunmingmai's face as soon as she appeared on the stage, and then pushed her fiancé back. Taking the seat, the conversation turned and smiled at Moran Xianyi, "That's what I said, but now I really want to know this angel-like pure and lovely person, it is not an exaggeration to say that it is love at first sight──"

The hands are held by the slightly rough hands of the woman. Although Mo Ranxianyi often sees this kind of plot in the album, he still has to be deeply involved in culture shock to experience it personally.

"Ai Li, you..." Chun Mingmai knew that her fiancée's problem of loving beautiful women could not be cured, but she couldn't let her act presumptuously towards Sister Xian Yi who met for the first time, and just as she was about to make a move, another stalwart figure appeared beside the table.

There was a flash of light coming from the lens of the visitor.

"I'm sorry, can you please let go of my Miss Xianyi's hand, Miss Chef?"