[Death Doujin] Ink dyed white smoke

"Hey, what a rare visitor." Inside the door, there was a majestic and hoarse male voice with a little sarcasm.

The butler Suzuki Sumire, who followed the head of the house into the simple Japanese room, hung the thick coat and shawl that the head of the house had just taken off on his arm, bowed his head respectfully and stepped aside.

"Long time no see, Mr. Fujido." Under the call of the manager of the Fujido family, Mo Ranxian sat down in the opposite seat a little far from the master's house obediently, and instructed Suzuki Sumire to ask the subordinates who were waiting outside to give the gift to the manager. "The weather changes a lot. This is a little care from the younger generation. Please accept it."

"This is so kind." Thank you briefly, glanced at the other party's frozen red cheeks and the clothes on Suzuki Sumire's arm, Fujido Ryuichi laughed a few times, and asked the manager to take the gift down, "But these things I Seeing that Lord Mo Ran needs it more than I do, if I hadn't just come from the courtyard, I would have thought it was snowing outside when I saw you like this."

Mo Ran Xianyi knew that the other party's words were just to make fun of his own body, put his hands on the ceramic cup filled with hot tea, and said with a smile: "The younger generation is also famous among the nobles for their frailty, and they are always told by acquaintances that they don't understand. maintainance."

"Silk coats, feather shawls, as well as the top medicinal materials and secretly cultivated medical talents in the soul world..." Fujido Ryuichi slowly took a sip of tea, "If Master Moran enjoys these things every day, it will still be called unreasonable." If you know how to take care of yourself, the cost of maintaining a healthy body is really high.”

Sensing the momentary confusion of the person behind him, Moran Xianyi still smiled and squinted his eyes, and said calmly: "No matter how you know about the existence of the 'secret talent', can you agree to a small request from this junior before we get to the point?"

"Oh?"

After all, unable to suppress the itching in his throat and the pain in his chest, Mo Ran Xianyi coughed a few times covering his face with his sleeves, and said with a wry smile: "If you can put a small stove next to it, I will be very grateful."

Hearing this, Fujido saw obvious fatigue on her pale face, raised her eyebrows slightly, and quickly asked the manager to take care of everything the guests needed.

"In terms of Mr. Moran's sick appearance, I can't think of it as the daughter of that woman." The young girl sitting opposite her complexion was much ruddy shortly after the stove was set up.When Fujido saw this, a figure suddenly appeared in his mind, and he couldn't help but blurt out.

However, after the words were spoken, I realized that something was wrong.

"Ah," Moran Xianyi responded softly, put down the cup calmly, then raised his eyes to look at the other party, with a clear smile on his lips, "It's really unexpected to get to the point so quickly, Mr. Fujido really thought It is delicate and saves the younger generation a lot of trouble."

If all the conversations with the other party before this were all his forbearance towards the head of the noble family, now he is being led by the nose by a girl who was born hundreds of years later and has not even grown hair yet. The coping effort can be directly avoided.

Fujido Ryuichi laughed mockingly a few times before asking coldly: "What is the purpose of your visit, Moran Xianyi?"

"My mother." Seeing his sullen face, Moran Xianyi also lowered his smile, and took out a copy of the graduation book from the inner pocket of his jacket, "You and her were students in the first class many years ago. You confirm a few things."

"Sorry, Nan and I... No, it should be Mrs. Moran!" Fujido took a sip of the water glass to calm down the commotion in his heart, "Our friendship is not good enough to give you any information, you may be disappointed gone."

Mo Ran Xianyi knew very well that the other party wanted to get rid of the relationship, so he said slowly: "This is amazing, this junior just came from the Zhenyang Academy of Spiritual Art, and he had a very pleasant talk with Teacher Zhenmu in the principal's office."

"What do you want to say?"

"Based on this record, Teacher Zhenmu seems to be the head teacher of you and your mother back then." Mo Ran Xianyi smiled, "It just so happens that he still remembers that you seemed to be inseparable from a female student from Liuhun Street."

Fujido snorted coldly: "Just based on this, do you want to say that it is Nan?"

Mo Ran Xianyi shook his head, lowered his eyes and fiddled with the cup in his hand: "If not, you should call her Nanyun, not a nickname that only close people can call her."

Caring is messy.Over the years, she has always wondered why Fujido blamed "her" so much, and perhaps most of the reasons can be answered today.

"...As long as the students in the class know her nickname."

"My mother once said that there are only three people who are allowed to call her that way." Mo Ranxianyi counted in a low voice, "Her husband, eldest sister, and a close friend who has avoided seeing her since they got married."

A nobleman with a noble heart, good character and learning, and even a nobleman who regards her from Rukon Street as a sincere friend.Mother didn't reveal who that person was, and based on this description, she might not be able to guess for the rest of her life that it was the proud and proud model representative of the upper class nobleman in front of her——Todo Ryuichi.

After successively interviewing several noble gods of death who were at the same time as her mother, she was shocked beyond words when she learned of this fact.

This man has never shown her a good face since she was born!To say it was my mother's best friend was simply disillusioned.

"I don't know where your misunderstanding came from. I have nothing to do with her." Fujido's face was livid, and he instructed the manager to come over and prepare to forcefully end the meeting.

"You were supposed to graduate from Mao, but you didn't become Shinigami as you wished──" Pressing Suzuki Sumire who was about to get up, Moran Kanyi directly cut to the point, "Right wrist and right..."

"Shut up!" Fujido slapped the table vigorously with his left hand, and the sound made everyone present tremble.After he realized that he had lost his composure, he waved his hand to make all the waiters in the room retreat.

He stared fixedly at Moran Xianyi for a long time, as if he wanted to find something from her, but in the end he could only reach out and rub his brows, speaking tiredly: "I don't want the Fujido family to get involved in the rivalry between you and Room 46."

"The reason why I came here is very simple. I just want to confirm one thing." Moran Xianyi paused for a while, and then said softly, "How much do you know about your mother's illness?"

When Fujido heard this, he put his left hand on his right wrist unconsciously, and did not answer.

Seeing this, Mo Ran Xianyi widened his eyes slightly, lowered his eyes and looked away, bit his lower lip tightly and said: "...Sorry."

The silence lasted for a long time, and after Moran Xianyi coughed heavily again, he heard Fujitang sigh: "Sure enough, there is no similarity at all, and it all follows that brave and foolish guy."

"My father's body is quite strong." He didn't look exactly like that baby-faced father!

Fujitang walked slowly to the side of the courtyard, opened the door a gap, leaned against the wall and said solemnly to her: "I will only say these words once. After today, your affairs have nothing to do with the Fujitang family."

Without waiting for the other party's response, Fujido crossed his arms and looked at the courtyard, telling the story between him and his friend named Nagumo Suzuran at that time.

He still remembered that when they met for the first time, Nagumo Suzuran was driven to the corner of the classroom by a group of aristocratic children who claimed to be elites, which happened to be on his left.He had no interest in becoming the Grim Reaper, and deliberately chose an inconspicuous position to be lazy, and a woman from Liuhun Street who had nothing to do with him next to him naturally didn't mind much.

Occasionally, sunlight would come in by the window. At that time, he yawned, and a strong wind happened to blow from the left side, so he noticed that the female classmate next to him had beautiful long curly hair and black hair. Medium to reddish, and under the light—

Shining gold.

***

It was almost evening when I left Fujido's house. People on Noble Street were dressed in luxurious clothes and bustling back and forth on the entertainment avenue, which became more and more beautiful as the night wore on.

Before leaving, he happened to run into the two sons of the Fujido family who had returned to the house, and both of them were surprised by her appearance.

Trying to see some clues from the expressions of the two Patriarchs, but in the end it was useless.

At that time, Fujido Ryuichi had recovered to be the majestic patriarch who was extremely picky about Moran Xianyi. Three of the five sentences of thanking guests were full of sarcasm, which clearly expressed the meaning of "don't come again". The two Fujido sons couldn't help being a little embarrassed.

Even so, Mo Ran Xianyi was very grateful for the precious information she got from this elder, and she naturally didn't care about his continued nitpicking for decades.

The so-called deep love and serious responsibility—although this concern is very distorted—she can rely on her strong psychological endurance to go in with the left ear and out with the right ear.

"Ah, good evening, Senior Xianyi."

"Hello," Moran Kanyi looked at Hisagi Shuhei and Kiraizuru who were walking behind Vice Captain Omaeda, and said with a smile, "Come to eat?"

"Yes, I was invited by Vice Captain Omaeda." Hisagi scratched his head and laughed.

"Actually Hisagi-san spent too much money on strange machines, and he has no money to eat." Kira broke the news listlessly from the sidelines as if nothing had happened.

Mo Ran Xianyi remembered the motorcycle parts that the other party asked her to bring back from the present world, and smiled knowingly: "It's good to have a hobby that you can devote yourself to. Xiubing usually travels around, so it doesn't matter if you treat yourself better on vacation."

"Senior Kanyi──" Hisagi's face was full of emotion, and he was kicked by Omaeda in the next second.

"Common people, quickly follow Master Xi Chiyo!" Omaeda picked his nose with his pinky finger, and with a pack of crackers in his hand, he strode forward triumphantly.

Seeing the familiar figure walking into the high-end cooking booth, Moran Xianyi smiled and shook his head, then turned to his capable butler and asked: "Maybe we should invite them to the house for dinner once in a while?"

Hearing this, Suzuki Sumire replied respectfully: "I would like to follow Master Xianyi's orders."

"It's unlikely that the children will be able to come here when they grow up," Mo Ran Xianyi sighed with his hands folded into his sleeves, "By then our house will be much deserted!"

It's lonely just thinking about it.

If her parents were still there, they would probably be like the Fujido family now!

Seeing the mistress of the Todo family today, Moran Kanyi intuitively felt that Todo Yusuke was like his mother, who spoke softly and blushed easily.

It is a completely different type from the ink-dyed lily-of-the-valley.

"Sumire, do you think there must be love between the two who have made a marriage contract?" Unexpectedly, he walked to Suzuki Suzuki's side, and Moran Xianyi stretched out his hand to grab the hem of Suzuki's clothes to prevent her from retreating.

Originally thinking that she couldn't stand side by side with her master, Suzuki Sumire had no choice but to follow the master's wishes after being pulled away like this.After listening to the question, she remembered today's meeting. After thinking for a while, she said expressionlessly: "This subordinate has never experienced marriage, so I may not be able to give you a satisfactory answer."

"You don't have to be too serious, just say what you think."

"The family members of the subordinates all entered into marriage when they had love," Suzuki Sumire frowned. "Except for the second sister-in-law who couldn't stand the second brother's desire to control and left, everyone seems to be quite happy."

"What about you?" Moran Xianyi asked curiously, "What makes you want to get married?"

Suzuki Sumire really had no idea, for her the Patriarch's happiness was far more important than her own, but seeing the Patriarch's interest, she could only hesitate and said: "Actually, my subordinates think that being able to support them all the way is more important than marrying for love. "

Moran Xianyi laughed softly for a while, and then said: "Since someone said that naturalization cannot imprint loyalty, I always think about not having marriage, but I want a child."

"...Master Xianyi!" Suzuki Sumire seemed to hear something terrible, and rarely exclaimed.

After stepping out of Noble Street, most of the oncoming people were colleagues from the God of Death. Moran Xianyi felt much more relaxed. After nodding with a smile and greeting them, she turned to look at Suzuki Sumire, who had not recovered from her panic.

"I want a child of my own, so I have to get married." Mo Ran said softly, "But when I really thought so, I agreed to what that person said, and I was really annoyed for a long time."

──Aside from other things, marriage needs only one purpose.

"There are many gentle people around Kanyi-sama." Suzuki Sumire expressed her opinion implicitly.Her patriarch is not afraid of finding a husband who loves her.

"Oh, I did think so at the beginning," Mo Ran Xianyi thought about his thoughts at the time, but now he feels a little funny, "It's just that in the end, I ended up in a dead end."

Seeing the always shrewd housekeeper rarely show a silly expression, Moran Xianyi felt funny in his heart, thinking that the next sentence might step on her tail.While hesitating, a ball of white fur rolled joyfully in front of her.

Taking off the note for her, Mumi obediently sat on the side and wagged her tail, as if waiting for some news.

──Piss off?

There are only a few short words on the note, and it is not even signed.

"Mumi, go back and give him a left palm." Putting the note carefully into his pocket, Moran Xianyi squatted down carefully and gave instructions to the big white dog, "Left palm, don't make a mistake."

Seeing Mu Mifei turning back as if, she snorted inwardly.

"Lord Xianyi?" We arrived home in two blocks, but the Patriarch seemed a little absent-minded.

"Sumire, do you know how long Captain Aizen hasn't visited?"

Suzuki Sumire was very happy when it came to this, and her tone couldn't help being much gentler: "It's been almost half a year since June."

"Then you must also know that I have a beautiful one-piece pajamas in my room."

Sumire Suzuki frowned, of course she knew.Not long after she returned to the house that afternoon, the man stood at the door with a friendly face and asked her to put the brocade box in a conspicuous place in the master bedroom.

"Let's get back to the point. I said I've reached a dead end." Moran Xianyi and Suzuki Sumire stepped into Moran's house together, and handed the faded coat to the servant who was standing by.

The two walked slowly towards the owner's courtyard, and Moran Xianyi let out a long breath: "Later, I found out that I don't just want my own child. To be precise, my child must also be his."

Like a tongue twister, but this statement is more in line with the entanglement between them.

The child cannot be allowed to grow up as the illegitimate child of the head of the family, for which at least he needs to be naturalized, but he does not intend to be controlled by anything.

After reaching a dead end, she planned to give up the idea of ​​having a child, and a successor was temporarily selected—but he himself proposed a game, and it was a game that could change the status quo.

And on the night when her hope was rekindled and she came back from this world, she was pleasantly surprised to find that expensive pajamas, and she wanted to wear it to him immediately, just as it happened to be hot in summer.

But since that day, he never came to Moran's house for the whole summer, and she was not even allowed to stay with him overnight.

A wolf with a big tail named Aizen told her righteously—

"When marriage became possible, I realized that some things had to be discussed after marriage."

While saying "You deserve to be treated more cherished", he raised an obvious mocking smile.

It's like saying "who made you have such a stupid idea", which is counterproductive.

White was moved.

After Suzuki Sumire retreated respectfully, Moran Xianyi casually took a few yellowed leaves and threw them into the air for basic ghost training. He knocked down all the leaves absent-mindedly, while not forgetting to cover the outer hood with a layer of space Ghost Dao offsets the impact.

She is developing her own ghost path, and this easy reaction training can activate her brain, stimulate her thinking, and occasionally achieve her desired purpose by deceiving people.

Throwing a few leaves out again, Moran Xianyi thought it was a bit cold, so he tightened the patriarch's haori, and drew a circle with his right index finger casually: "61 of Binding Dao──Six Sticks of Light Prison."

Six beams of light passed through the falling leaves, and caught off guard the figure hidden on the tree in the corner.

Casually entered a space ghost road outside, Moran Xianyi raised the corners of his lips, instructing Suzuki Sumire, who had been holding her breath and hiding behind the corner, to follow up.

"Ninety of Breaking the Way──Black Coffin."

As soon as the voice fell, a muffled explosion sounded in the courtyard.As the space ghost way broke, a figure fell from the tree, and Suzuki Sumire immediately stepped forward and caught the figure in front of the Patriarch.

"It appears to have failed."

"Yeah, I failed again." Mo Ran Xianyi folded his arms around his knees, resting his chin on it very depressed, "Does the appearance look good?"

"I thought that giving Miss Mo Ran two seasons could at least master Hei Coffin." A big white dog at the man's feet bit the doll, and played obediently on its stomach.

"……Humph."

Turning his gaze back to the masked man in front of him who was unconscious, Moran Kanyi asked Suzuki Sumire to tear off his mask.Not particularly surprised, she just let out a long sigh after taking a look, her tone was calm.

"I really want to know why the elder of our family is so old that he appeared here."