[Death Doujin] Ink dyed white smoke

How uncomfortable is it when the cycle returns?Does it hurt?Does the courtyard really not need hidden guards?

Mo Ran Xianyi heard the doubts of the two noble sons at that time, but just smiled and let them come and have a look.

So on the fourth day, Sumire Suzuki informed them that they all went to the Moran house one after the other.

After all, Saotome Ryukyu was just a slender cultural aristocrat, and before stepping into the courtyard, she covered her mouth with a livid face, and even got closer and even knelt down on the ground.

Kuchiki Byakuya was better, despite deep frowning and blue veins on his forehead, he was still able to walk straight into the courtyard—and then his face changed drastically after seeing her weirdly folded knuckles.

Even he didn't last long in the yard.

"...ask me this kind of question again, I will definitely turn against them." Curiosity doesn't matter, just don't look blankly in the future.Moran Xianyi huddled on the recliner and muttered, although he still couldn't move much, the pain was much less than the first day.

Lan Ran looked up at Mo Ran Xianyi, who was curled up and only had a sharp mouth, with a delicate expression.

There was a woman who looked like she was about to cry after Kuchiki Byakuya left, but what she said was calm and breezy.

"Well, what about the destined person?" Aizen smiled.

"Shut up." Mo Ran Xianyi snorted and ignored him.

There is a section of her bookcase where she keeps her diary, written in the little booklet she carries with her.

It is roughly estimated that there are hundreds of copies, and the old ones are stored in wooden boxes in the warehouse.Aizen only discovered how interesting this thing was last night.

Picking up the booklet with notes on Mao and flipping through a few pages, he held back a smile and said, "Miss Xianyi, listen to this."

What he found now was her school record, which stated that she was resting at home for a few days due to illness. After returning to school, her peers said that she missed the Zanpakuto demonstration by a deputy captain of the guarding team. I heard it was wonderful.

──Jinghuashuiyue, what an elegant name, I don’t know if the owner of the knife is also like this.

Mo Ran Xianyi had a high fever, and when he read the diary from his youthful period word by word, he didn't know whether the hot feeling on his face was burning or embarrassment.

"I didn't know it then, but it should be clear now?" Lan Ran smiled.

"...I am exercising my right to silence."

Although a sentimental woman, her diary is not very dull, and there are almost no negative words, at most she feels sorry for certain things.

The only fly in the ointment is that he has to watch his woman praise his former crush for 100 years.

Yes, almost all of the one hundred volumes are devoted to that man.

"What was the first thing Captain Kuchiki said to you after becoming a colleague?" Aizen asked casually.

"He said: 'Long time no see, Mo Ran Sixi, are you okay?'" Mo Ran Xianyi replied reflexively, "I had a bad cold on the first day I took office, and I even remember his astonished expression..."

Just as he was proud of his good memory, he was knocked on the forehead.

Moran Xianyi grinned in pain, and was about to protest, but then remembered her current position and quickly kept silent and pretended nothing happened.

"Since our Miss Mo Ran has such a good memory," Ai Ran narrowed her eyes with a smile, "I'd like to talk about the situation when we first met."

"This kind of thing, this kind of thing..." Mo Ran Xianyi racked his brains to recall the occasion when he first met, "Who would remember?"

To be honest, the end result was another light knock on the forehead.

Aizen had already become the team leader when they met, and they didn't usually meet much, and there was a gap in status, so they must have greeted each other absent-mindedly and then left each other behind.

Lan Ran imitated her and snorted softly: "Why didn't you write it down in the diary?"

"...or it's up to you to talk about it." Mo Ran Xianyi was helpless.

"I don't have the leisure to memorize such trivial matters." The man was confident.

"...Oh." So I really shouldn't pay attention to him.

Because he was forced to sleep regularly at night, Mo Ran Xianyi was in good spirits at this time.

Seeing her man reading her diary occasionally raised the corners of her lips, she thought it would be nice to entertain him.

Kuchiki Byakuya has a lot of space, but it is not dense.

At that time, she couldn't express her feelings frankly, she was very depressed, and she probably couldn't tell how much she liked it just from the words.

"Miss Xianyi, you are really stupid," Aizen knew that she had been seriously injured once while patrolling, and Kuchiki saved her that time, and took this as an opportunity to officially walk into their lives, "The wasted opportunity probably Comes more than when you're smart."

Moran Xianyi was about to refute, but Aizen continued.

"But like you said, you'd better be my little panda and take care of being happy, you don't even have to be pretty."

"...the latter sentence is too much."

Fortunately, she is stupid.

Aizen found it funny seeing her aggrieved, as if no matter how much she teased her, she would never get tired of it.

"Don't you want to continue reading? The rest will probably be your home game." Seeing that the other party took back the diary according to the year, Moran Xianyi asked softly.

"After the annual meeting, you will be my top priority." Lan Ran walked slowly to the recliner and sat down, put her palm lightly on her flushed cheeks, and laughed softly, "I will never forget it once I take it to heart."

"Maybe I wrote a lot of bad things about you?" His hands were still cold, Mo Ran Xianyi narrowed his eyes, and shrank unconsciously.

"You mean—" The woman on the recliner is like a cat, Aizen watched her raise the corners of her lips in a happy mood, "While saying I'm hateful, but adding a few words of like... something like that?"

Moran Xianyi snorted softly, feeling the heat at the base of her ears.

Although he wanted to say no, he was indeed right.

If the length of Kuchiki is depressing, then the part about Aizen can only be said to be self-indulgent.

He wrote frankly about his liking, his kindness to himself, and then every day like a dream.

It takes a lot of courage to love this man. She used to be very troubled and uncomfortable, but admitting that she likes this thing itself is so happy.

"Don't avoid seeing each other because of a pair of pants this time," Aizen said teasingly, wrapping her fingers around the woman's hair, "what's the matter, those six balls of hair are not to blame."

"Don't bother you," Mo Ran Xianyi understood what he meant, and his tone was a little gritted, "The fourth team has a lot of work."

Soldiers were injured for various reasons, resulting in the hospital beds being almost full every day.

In just two months, Moran Xianyi knew why the fourth team welcomed newcomers so much.

Lan Ran absently listened to her babbling about which team member was particularly hateful, and responded a few times casually.

Her hair is soft, smooth and cut short, so it is not so easy to get tangled in her fingers, and slip through her fingers without paying attention.

Lanran fiddled with it for a while, the black was reddish, and the red was golden. Now she didn't have to hide it, but she could see it better to match her fair complexion.

Before the summer was over, she happily changed into the dead bully outfit she had coveted for a long time, braided her hair obliquely, and pinned her most precious little pearl hairpin on it.

When she finished her mission and led the ambulance team to pass by the first team, the captains happened to come out of the gate after the meeting. Seeing this, she stopped and chatted with a few good captains.

Because she couldn't taste the food and ate less food, she lost a lot of weight.

However, standing among the tall crowd, her petite figure was still full of strength in his eyes.

They met at the security meeting of the Autumn Harvest Festival. As a clerk, she followed behind Captain Kuchiki Yinling with lowered eyebrows and lowered eyes, holding the meeting materials in her hand.

She is a very inconspicuous girl with a gentle temperament, rigorous actions, and soft-spoken words.

Ichimaru Gin knew her, so they chatted a little longer.

At that time, he only knew that she was the fourth seat of Mo Ran, and his full name was only left after hearing the adjutant say a lot.

There is no referral, just the first more formal conversation between the captain and ordinary team members.

They didn't care about each other, this was their first acquaintance.

Not remembering is normal.

"Miss Xianyi, it's easy to get old if you have a good memory." Grabbing the woman's hand with red knuckles and touching her face, Lan Ran had a nostalgic smile in her eyes.

Mo Ran Xianyi was puzzled when he heard the words, and looked along his fingertips, the man's eye bags seemed to have a little more fine lines than before.

"You are living younger and younger, as if secretly turning back time." Even Shimaru Gin looked at her with a complicated expression when she saw her youthful appearance, and asked him to take care of her.

Mo Ran Xianyi twitched slightly at the corner of his lips: "No way, whoever gave me a smart man can be a fool at ease."

Hey, Aizen-sama, have you heard of it?

Women are those who please themselves.

Even if her man is old, he must remember her; and she just puts him at ease all the time, trying to make him think of herself as her most beautiful appearance.

Aging is not terrible, forgetting is.

"So, for your youthful beauty, I really have a long way to go." Aizen laughed softly, understanding her thoughts.

Her woman is still very cute when she is sick, with small dimples looming, which makes her itchy.

That night, Moran Xianyi, who was able to move her body a little, wanted to enjoy the cool breeze, so after taking a bath, Aizen took her to the small pavilion to sit.

Leaning in front of him, she casually formed a few flowers on the surface of the water with the ghost way of space, and circled them shiningly along her fingertips.

Finally, put a small butterfly, just stop on the petals and circle around.

Then, Aizen listened to her telling her story in a soft voice.

Before she understood the so-called responsibilities, she wanted to be a painter, because everything in front of her was so beautiful, and she wanted to keep it with her own hands.

Knowing that she likes it, her parents went to the present world to collect picture books she likes, and most of them are Western fairy tales.

Just painting like this, landscapes, figures, buildings... When she finally felt that she could do it, in the spring of that year, she lost her parents and her studio.

Life is instantly filled with elite education, and my little head is forced to be filled with various business calculations.

For so many years, she has had a dream.

Be an ordinary girl with her own studio and create a picture story that will fascinate adults and children alike.

This wish is actually very trivial, as long as there is a heart, it can be achieved.

But she couldn't do it at that time, no matter how many times she blinked hard, there was only one way to go: she must become the head of the family, she must become the pillar of the family.

Picking up the paintbrush again was after finding out that he fell in love with a proud man.

When secretly sketching the man's back, even breathing hurt at first.

I like him not because I dare not say it, but because I cannot say it.

As the diary was gradually filled with his figure, when she finally noticed, they had already talked about love, and they were naturally entangled.

Realizing this fact filled her every day with vibrant colour.

Yuki didn't have real feelings at that time, and then Uni was born.

For the first time in her life, she witnessed the birth of a new life with her own eyes, bathed in the sacred atmosphere, and then looked at the baby girl with her fists curled up in the swaddling baby──

She suddenly remembered that she once had such a small dream, to keep the beauty and create stories that can make everyone feel happy.

So there is Chihiro.

"The reason why it is Chihiro is just an ordinary girl."

As soon as he raised his head, the man in the story gently kissed his lips. His body was still hurting, but Mo Ranxianyi's heart was so soft that it was a mess.

"Does it hurt to breathe now?"

The two touched their foreheads and rubbed their noses intimately, their hearts so close.

Mo Ran Xianyi shook his head, smiled lightly and said, "There is no reason to be in pain anymore, you have treated me so well."

She left him a present.

She will always keep that bug, and even if she has to leave, she will stay by his side in her own way, hoping that one day she can heal the loneliness in his heart.

"If Chihiro means ordinary, I might have to think of another girl's name." When she mentioned this, her neck was very red, and Aizen was amused by her reaction.

"...there is no need to leave a word." Mo Ran Xianyi retorted softly, blushing hard, and did not tell him that the name had been decided long ago.

When the ghost path dissipated, the surface of the water sparkled finely.

Even if Flowers in the Mirror and Moon in the Water are fake, they are still beautiful.

"Go back to bed?"

"kindness."

Aizen lightly picked up the woman, she was terribly light.

I haven't eaten much food for several months, and I can only drink some water these four days.

When he put her on the recliner, he made a decision on his own.

When her cycle is over and she regains her sense of taste, she will send six balls of fur balls to deliver her favorite sweets every day.

It doesn't matter if you really get fat, he will take the blame.

After all, for her youthful beauty, he has a long way to go.