[Death Doujin] Ink dyed white smoke

"Master Patriarch──"

Seeing Mo Ransan, who was holding a large stack of materials, rushing towards him, Mo Ran Xianyi nodded to the person beside him, while calmly stretching out his hand and making a stop gesture.

Seeing this, Mo Ransan hurriedly stopped a few meters in front of the two, and greeted the two officers vigorously.

"Remember to call me Moran-sama when I'm working."

"Ah, sorry, Master Moran."

With a shy face, Mo Ransan took out a few documents marked "urgent" from the data mountain and handed them to her. After a while, he got permission from the chief, and couldn't help but glanced at the man next to the head of the family, and then ran away.

"...Is that the third child?" There was a slight hesitation in the man's cold voice, as if he was not sure about his guess.

"Yes, I've grown up all these years, and my frizzy temper hasn't improved at all."

A few years later, Mo Ran's family finally passed the most difficult period.

Mo Ransan, as the god of death, under the devil's training and supervision of the patriarch, finally made a name for himself in the thirteenth squad, and successfully got a seat—although it was only the twelfth seat.

With a little more self-confidence, better food and clothing, and the psychological love of everyone, he suddenly became taller, and at the same time his figure became very round. Compared with the short and thin appearance in the past, he is almost a different person.

The only thing that hasn't changed is probably his frizzy and shy temperament, and his admiration for the captain of the sixth team for many years.

"I don't know what to think, I told him to transfer him to your team and I don't want it." Flipping through the urgent mail in his hand casually, Mo Ran Xianyi shrugged slightly, and smiled at the expressionless man beside him.

Kuchiki Byakuya didn't express anything when he heard the words, but just silently looked at Moran Xianyi with a calm face.

The vice-captain Yin Yinjiro has mentioned to him many times that he wants to step down as the vice-captain in order to concentrate on running the glasses business, so he came today to inquire about Moran Kanyi's willingness to take over as the vice-captain of the sixth team.

Unsurprisingly, it was voted back.Although it is a pity, he is not reluctant.

Having settled this matter, Kuchiki Byakuya still needs to go to Shishiro Ukitake, unfortunately he has not returned from his trip, thinking that he has nothing to do in the team, so he temporarily stays in the [-]th division team building .

At three o'clock when he met Mo Ran, Mo Ran Xianyi was leading him to the reception room of the Thirteenth Division.

"This is a spring tea that Captain Fuzhu likes very much." Moran Xianyi prepared tea for the guests neatly, and then took out a box of dim sum from the cabinet and put it on the table.

Byakuya Kuchiki watched her movements quietly, took a sip of hot tea with his cups in his hands.

I heard that women especially like to move their hair when their mood fluctuates greatly.

Once I mentioned it to Moran Xianyi, she answered yes with certainty—at least she herself did.

After Mo Ran [-] and [-], she always looked glamorous outside for a while.

The makeup was exquisitely drawn, and the hairstyle was braided more carefully, as if deliberately trying to tell everyone that she was fine.

If he hadn't overheard the discussion with Ji Chuan and his son by chance, he might have been hidden from it himself.

One day in the next summer, when she finally went out without makeup, she cut her waist-length hair again.

Seeing her appearing in front of him with that pretty short hair, Kuchiki Byakuya thought for a moment that he had returned to 40 years ago, when he had just married Feizhen.

But Moran Xianyi's appearance is said to be similar to the past, but it is actually somewhat different.

If she was full of youth 40 years ago, her current appearance can be said to be particularly shrewd and capable—short hair that does not reach the shoulders is simply combed sideways to the ears, and fixed with simple dark-colored hairpins.

If there is an occasion where it is necessary to change the serious image, add some elements of braided hair, and then put on suitable hair accessories, which can be strict or gentle.

Her face still couldn't see the traces of the years, but the years did change her again.

I don't know what it feels like, maybe it's a little bit more vicissitudes in the conversation.

"Lukia followed Hu Che Sanxi to inspect the present world and won't be back for a few days," Mo Ran Xianyi poured himself a glass of boiled water, and the corners of his lips twitched slightly, "Maybe it's because you stared at me and hesitated to speak." s reason?"

"Ah," Byakuya Kuchiki looked away calmly, "She reported it to me."

Mo Ran Xianyi looked at the other party and frowned imperceptibly: "I guessed wrong?"

Kuchiki Byakuya took another sip of tea unhurriedly: "Don't think too complicated."

He really just looked at it.

"Want to write a record of my ecology?" Mo Ran Xianyi frowned slightly, chatting with him with great interest.

Kuchiki Byakuya glanced at her: "I'm afraid someone will be unhappy if I really have this idea."

"Who?" Mo Ran Xianyi laughed softly, "The Master has already allowed you, so I'm afraid that someone will fail."

Kuchiki Byakuya didn't answer, just hummed in his heart.

Moran Xianyi knew what he was thinking, and pushed the hair that was hanging down his cheeks behind his ears, with a calm attitude: "You seem to have some opinions on him, you have said it all, it's not time yet."

"When will you get it?"

Mo Ran Xianyi tilted his head and thought for a while, then smiled lightly and said, "I guess there will be a decision soon, there is no rush."

Kuchiki Byakuya saw that although her expression was calm, her tone was serious.Thinking of the nearly 200 years of friendship between the two, there was a rare fluctuation in his eyes: "I don't understand you."

Even if they used to play together and work together in the same team, the Moran Xianyi he saw in those years seemed fake compared to what they are now.

Was it because he was misjudged, or was she acting too realistically.

"I know, that's why you still think that 'that me' is fake." Moran Xianyi smiled, and made a gesture of crab brackets with both hands.

"...I just don't feel it." Byakuya Kuchiki frowned lightly, his tone still cold as usual.

After the conversation was over, Saotome, Oikawa Shishi and even his grandfather Kuchiki Yinling, everyone could only shake their heads at his indifference.

Maybe she really hid it well, but even so, he couldn't interpret it from her occasional shyness and timidity that other people could find out just by careful observation, and a hundred years passed in the blink of an eye.

It was strange to be told that this woman had secretly liked him for so long all of a sudden.

"Hey, but if it weren't for you, I probably wouldn't be who I am now." Mo Ran Xianyi looked at him indifferently, "I have never regretted it."

Because he never regretted it, he felt uncomfortable when he said sorry, as if her liking was a burden to him.

"Moran, sometimes I feel depressed too."

Seeing the other party's serious expression, Moran Xianyi raised his eyebrows suspiciously: "What do you say?"

"You are too independent, I don't think you need me." After so many years, Byakuya Kuchiki would occasionally think, in fact, he was not completely unaware, but the other party always erected a wall when he wanted to show care.

She takes care of all the work, does not show weakness when she is injured, and even refuses him to send her home.

If he had ever felt any tinge of affection in her, it would have dissuaded him.Instead of being wrong, it's better to pretend that there is no such thing.

"En──" Moran Xianyi let out a long breath, then nodded and smiled, "I was so stupid at that time, I wasted the opportunity to be close to the water."

Inferiority, timidity, and self-righteousness. They are so naive because they are too happy. They always think that there is only one way to go in the future.

"You're not very smart now." Kuchiki Byakuya replied coldly.

Mo Ran Xianyi felt pain in his heart when he heard the words, and after a while, he smiled and narrowed his eyes: "It's his job to be smart, I just need to be responsible for being happy."

Be his little panda, pretending not to know anything, secretly preparing for him to leave at any time.

Every summer, they watch the lisianthus bloom together.

One year a gust of wind blew up a bellflower to the surface of the pool.The flowers just floated on top, and they turned around a few times with the wind. The meaning is not good, but the picture is quite beautiful.

Then she asked about Flowers in the Mirror and Moon in the Water.

He said: Not yet.

"What are you afraid of, Moran?" Byakuya Kuchiki didn't understand her, but he knew she was afraid, as if something invisible was chasing after her.

Moran Xianyi gently put down the cup. Recently, she can't taste the taste of tea anymore.

"Do you know what our Moran clan is best at?"

She has something on her mind, and she doesn't want to tell Aizen about it.Looking at Kuchiki Byakuya, a man who is almost at the top of the nobility, Moran Xianyi has a lot of things to say, but these words rolled on her tongue a few times, and she finally only picked one point to say.

"Ghost way?" After thinking for a while, Byakuya Kuchiki chose this answer with confidence.

The multi-combination ghost way she demonstrated when she became the head of the family made his eyes shine. Even if he tried to imitate it later, he could only come up with four different images.

Snap your fingers, and a cube appears out of thin air above the coffee table, spinning in circles, with a disc-shaped flame wrapped inside.

"That's... 54's waste flame?" Kuchiki Byakuya slightly widened his eyes.

According to Moran Xianyi's consciousness, the square suddenly turned into a sphere, and then turned into a three-dimensional pentagram after a while.She looked at the space ghost above, and said in a low voice: "We are very good at this kind of... energy conservation."

With another flick of her finger, the pentagram shrank rapidly, and the flame finally returned to nothing.

"What do you want to say?"

"Don't you think..." Moran Xianyi lowered his eyes, brushed his hair behind his ears, and then murmured in a very soft voice after a pause, "Is it suitable as a container?"

The rise and fall of the Nagumo family, the occasion when Ryuichi Todo and his mother parted ways, the reason why her parents traveled far away on a regular basis──and her illness.

In the past 200 years, she really lived happily.

In fact, ignorance is the most terrible disease in the world.

If she is sick, she must be treated—even if the result may be unsatisfactory, and she may even have to give up some of her dreams.

"...When will they find you?" Byakuya Kuchiki also did some homework to help her find information about the Nanyun Clan.Although the cause and effect are still unclear, he knows who her enemy is.

"Soon." Mo Ran Xianyi smiled, his face was calm and there was no trace of fear.

"Is this the decision you said?"

Moran Xianyi nodded, and said yes.

Kuchiki Byakuya then looked at her in silence, he had watched the woman's indifferent smile for hundreds of years, and it was only after these years that he finally saw a trace of stubbornness.

She is a completely different type from Feizhen. If Feizhen is a woman like water, then Moran Xianyi is probably like a small flame on the water, but she is still pretending to be a lamp.

"This, does Captain Aizen know?"

"...I really hope I don't have to think about this problem." Shaking his head and sighing softly, Mo Ran Xianyi smiled wryly.

So what if you let him know?

He can't do anything—it should be said that he can't do anything, because facing the central room 46 will not do him any good.

Without her in his man's plan, she can't let him get involved in her affairs.

This is not a sacrifice, but she is very clear that the way that man likes her is just like the way she loves him, even if she has to cry in the end, she can't hurt him.

Her happiness was already complete at the moment when the man admitted that he liked her.

"Captain Kuchiki, do you know which season I like best?" Putting those annoying things behind for a while, Mo Ran Xianyi smiled playfully.

"The season of your white camellias is spring, right?" Kuchiki Byakuya was taken aback when he heard that, how could anyone's mood change so quickly.Thinking that it's early spring and the cherry blossoms in Kuchiki's house are in full bloom, he answered casually.

Moran Xianyi waved his hand: "No, on the contrary, I hate spring the most."

When she was not so close, Aizen just glanced at her hairpin and knew that she only loved flowers and not spring.It was horrible to think about that man now.

Looking at Kuchiki Byakuya's suspicious eyes, Moran Xianyi's eyebrows and eyes curved like crescent moons: "I lost a lot of things in spring, but gained my love in summer."

Every night waiting for the lisianthus to bloom, he fell asleep with him, and every morning he would whisper good morning in her ear.And when the flowers finally bloom, someone will always give her a hug or a very soft kiss in the silence of the morning.

Her man wore a mask in front of others, and he wore it in front of her—but he gave her the privilege to take off the mask, and it was always her choice.

"I hope you're not showing off." Kuchiki Byakuya said expressionlessly when he saw her smug face.

"Oh, why do you think so?" Mo Ran Xianyi's eyes widened, "Although I am indeed doing this."

Her man is good, smart and powerful.

Being able to get his attention, she seemed to be living in a dream every day these years.

Although the dream will wake up one day, she will let herself live like a queen.

"It seems that you are still in the mood to joke." Just now I was worried in vain.Kuchiki Byakuya drank the tea in one gulp, watching the other party slowly get up from the seat.Ukitake's Reiatsu is approaching, so the conversation with her probably ends here.

"After all, I just need to be responsible for being happy." Moran Xianyi smiled, squatting down to touch Mumi who rushed in. Today, she accompanied Captain Fuzhu to the Fourth Team for a physical examination, and there were several medicines stuffed in her bag.

When she went out carrying the medicine bag and was about to bring Captain Ukitake over, Kuchiki Byakuya asked again.

Really don't let Captain Aizen know?

When Mo Ran Xianyi heard his question, he tilted his head and thought for a while before shaking his head at him: "It's not yet time."

Now is not the time to make a decision.

When the trouble really finds her, Aizen will know.

About her little secret on her left shoulder, and the fact that half her hair is dyed.