[Death Doujin] Ink dyed white smoke

For the captain of the Gotei Thirteenth Team, the end of the year is the least busy time of the year.

The final captain meeting of this year is over, and the holiday begins. The captains stepped out of the conference room with relaxed expressions on their faces.

"New Year's Eve...Xiao Nanao, why don't you follow me..."

"No."

Everyone discussed the itinerary for the next few days in a warm and friendly manner. Jing Le, who was disgusted by her adjutant, turned her head and looked at the junior beside her who refused to go for a drink just now.

"Have you made arrangements for Soyousuke?" When he first became the captain, he would accompany himself and Ukitake, the three bachelors, to the kiosk to drink and chat on New Year's Eve, and now it's getting harder and harder to make appointments.Jingle Chunshui sighed heavily, while Ukitake Shishirou was still smiling all the time.

Aizen smiled honestly and shyly: "I have an appointment with Miss Xianyi to celebrate the New Year together."

"Let's live together..." Jing Le squinted her eyes and whistled softly.

Compared with his friend who smiled maliciously, Fuzhu was pragmatic: "Then you want to see your family? Come on, the red tape is very troublesome for the nobles."

There is indeed such a thing.

Lan Ran pondered for a while, then said casually: "Miss Xianyi said that, except for her grandfather who would go back to the family, most of the others are people who have met in person."

"Xiao Xianyi's grandfather," Jing Le rubbed his chin, "it must be Senior Zong Yilang, it's been a long time."

"What kind of person is this lord?"

"Ha, are you nervous, Soyousuke?" Seeing his frown, Jingle laughed for a while.

Aizen pushed his glasses lightly, trying his best to show a little helplessness: "Don't make fun of me, Beijing band leader, you have to be mentally prepared."

"I don't have much contact with that lord, how should I put it..." Fuzhu frowned and thought about how to express, "Be considerate and kind to others, decisive and calm in situations, probably this is the impression."

"It's a little too abstract for you to say that," Jing Le lowered her hat slightly, and said in a low voice, "Senior Zong Yilang is actually a less serious little Xianyi, a very gentle elder."

Ink dyeing, a bit of pure white ink among the nobles of Seireitei.

The whole family is synonymous with warmth and kindness, but they are regarded as heterogeneous after all.

"Really? Then I'm a little relieved." Lan Ran put her hands on her sleeves and smiled kindly.

No matter how the other captains ridicule, if he sees his parents leave a bad impression on others, he is afraid that he will lose this little nurse who is now very popular in Seiritei.

Let them talk and laugh, and then in front of the gate of the first team, Moran Xianyi, who had already changed into a formal kimono and was wearing a patriarch's haori, came up with a few children and six big dogs.

"Have you been waiting for a long time?" Seeing the children's adoring eyes, Aizen naturally took the bags from their hands and asked with a smile.

Mo Ran Xianyi shook his head, and pulled the lead rope helplessly: "I'm still worried about coming late, just now the young master and the little princess are relying on Grandma Jiuji and refuse to leave."

Moran Qingshan, Moran Lanhua, and Chuan brothers and sisters, the four children are not as tall as Hitsugaya, but the six strong Samoyed dogs are as big as adults when standing on their hind legs.

Surrounded by these children, even if they do nothing, the momentum will naturally be huge.

"Hey Captain Aizen──" Moran Lanhua tugged at the man's captain Haori, raised his cheeks flushed with cold and asked, "Master Patriarch said you will stay and play with us at night, is that true?"

"orchid……"

"Really, when did Auntie lie to us?" Oi Chuan Youni said seriously, while grabbing the pure white haori on his other side.

"especially……"

Aizen smiled: "It's true, I'll stay with you all night."

Hearing his promise, Mo Ran Xianyi could only shake his head.

She usually doesn't train people from New Year's Eve to the end of the New Year's Eve, and these two mature ones will take the opportunity to make trouble.

"Girls, your words and deeds during this period will become the key correction items in the next year." Moran Xianyi reminded with a smile after glancing at the man lightly.

"...and you." He warned the man beside him with his lips, and Moran Xianyi got a slightly mocking smile in exchange for it angrily.

"Alas, the world is not kind to single people."

"I agree."

Moran Xianyi led the children to salute briefly, with slightly curved eyebrows and eyes: "Good afternoon, leader of the Beijing band and leader of Fuzhu."

Waving to her good friend Nanao who was beside Jingle, the topic was quickly brought to Aizen's upcoming meeting with her grandfather.

"We all think that Yisuo Yousuke's simple and honest temper that doesn't know how to speak well will probably lose you."

Mo Ran Xianyi slightly raised his eyebrows when he heard the words.

Simple and honest?Can't understand rhetoric?Who are they talking about?

Unable to hold back a low laugh, Mo Ran Xianyi turned his head, pursed his lips and teased deliberately: "My grandfather is not that scary, don't be intimidated by the leader of the Beijing band so that you really want to abandon me."

"Oh, I don't want to take the blame for this," Jingle laughed, "I can lend a warm embrace to comfort the frustrated Soyousuke."

Knowing that they were obviously making fun of him, Aizen smiled wryly and said, "You better put your chest away, leader of the Beijing band, I can't bear it."

Everyone joked with each other for a while, and after the appointment, they found time to chat before they dispersed.

On the way back to Moran's house, the children walked and played with a dog, leaving Mumi and the little lady behind to listen to the two adults whispering.

"Have fun?"

"It's so-so, it just took a while to get used to your good-natured appearance."

Moran Xianyi returned home after finishing his night shift in the morning, and all he saw were the children pestering Suzuki Sumire for a walk in the street.

The Oikawa family spends time with her at the Moran House every year, and this year is no exception.Oikawa Yuki happened to be on vacation, and she dragged her younger sister to the house early to wait for her aunt to come home. Unexpectedly, Aoyama and Lanhua also arrived early, and Suzuki Sumire, whose four children had always been well-worn, was devastated.

Before he had time to take a break, Moran Xianyi took them all out, so that the manager who was the busiest at the end of the year could do more work, and then went to Yunhe House to add new clothes to them.

After picking clothes and buying desserts, it's time to make an appointment with Aizen.

It was unexpected to welcome him in such a big crowd, and she thought the man must have been taken aback at the moment.

"A group of children are like this." Hanging all the bags on the left arm, Aizen slowly helped her adjust the feather cloak, the woman's eyes were locked on the little people in front of her, "Take up your time for eating and sleeping , and always worry about it.”

Mo Ran Xianyi knew what he meant, and gently pressed his hand: "I like the house to be more lively."

"Isn't it lively enough to have so many fur balls?" The little lady at the foot was jumping up and down trying to grab his haori, but seeing that she was circling around in a foolish way when she caught nothing, Aizen smiled softly.

"Don't try to dissuade me," Moran Xianyi muttered, "I'm almost convinced by you."

Hearing the man's deep and thick laughter, she unconsciously raised the corners of her lips.

When she saw the music box next to the bed, she knew that this man did not object to dreaming with her; or in other words, he was willing to give her a sweet dream.

The 46 years set with Room 20 is actually a very long time limit. Moran Xianyi knows very well that the Moran family has never been easy to get children.

Her parents only looked forward to her for 40 years, and her grandparents only looked forward to her father for 100 years... As for the separation of these children, it took nearly a hundred years.

Very hanging.

If possible, she really hoped that there would be no deadline for such anticipation──But Room 46 was unwilling to wait, and she couldn't delay him.

Still, she's surprisingly unafraid of it all.

"Miss Xianyi is not worried that your grandfather is not willing to hand over his precious granddaughter to me?" Lan Ran's expression was indistinct, but her tone was slightly teasing.

"Don't make it sound like you're going to hand over the decision-making power to someone else." Mo Ran gave him a cool look.

"I won't," Aizen said calmly, "but if I don't get him to nod, I won't touch you."

Moran Xianyi was about to say something when he heard the words, but he bent down and whispered in her ear with a smile in his eyes.

──But I want to have my Miss Xianyi, so you can rest assured.

Playing hooligans in broad daylight, who said that captain Aizen is honest and serious?

Moran Xianyi felt that the roots of the ears covered under the cloak were warm.

When returning to Moran's house, a luxurious vermilion sedan chair painted with Moran's family crest slowly stopped in front of the gate.

Almost at the same time, Suzuki Sumire and several servants were already waiting by the wide open door.

The battle was huge, and before Aizen could have any more thoughts, the woman beside her had already squinted her eyes and rushed over, regardless of whether anyone was watching.

It is rare for Mo Ran Xianyi to lose his composure, but the servants by the door all smiled knowingly when they saw this, as if they were very used to it.

Accompanied by a crisp and energetic "grandfather", Aizen finally met the rumored amiable former captain of the Seventh Division, who was also the first object of his attention tonight.

Moran Soichiro, despite his old appearance, was still tall and majestic, and he was as gentle and gentle as rumored when he greeted the young manager who was on call—until he saw the man next to the children.

Mr. Moran lowered his smile and lowered his head to talk with his granddaughter. Moran Xianyi quickly walked back to Lanran, instructed the servant to take the bag from his hand, then smiled at the man and took his hand Go to your grandfather and briefly introduce the two to each other.

Suzuki Sumire was already standing beside the Suzuki couple, and everyone was waiting for the majestic former head of the Moran family to say that even the children did not dare to talk too much.

The two men had their own thoughts, one with a serious expression and the other with a gentle manner, and they didn't say anything more except for the initial politeness.

Although Aizen wasn't very nervous, it was the first time he had experienced this kind of situation. While he felt it was fresh, he was also vaguely confused.

Just as he was about to say something to break the silence, it was Soichiro Moran who spoke first after sizing him up.

"Boy, do you play chess?"

"Go and shogi are more or less dabbled in."

Moran Zongichiro said "very good" without emotion, and then glanced at old Suzuki lightly, and the latter immediately started to prepare.

"You don't want Master Lan Ran to play a game with you right now, Grandpa?" Mo Ran Xianyi too understood what his grandfather's momentum meant, and said in surprise, "It's almost dinner, let's rest for a while ..."

"Let's have a plate now?" Mr. Mo Ran looked at the young man in front of him calmly, and his tone was not very tough.

Lan Ran then understood that the choice was in his hands, but there was only one option. Thinking about the way he got along with Mo Ran Xianyi, this grandfather seemed to have an idea: "Then, junior, please give me your advice."

Seeing that the two men she loves in her life are about to fight, Mo Ran Xianyi shakes her head and decides to leave them alone.

"Jin, pick some pastries and bring them over when tea is served," reminded him of something, "Tell the kitchen to prepare some supper, it's good to have a light taste."

Anyway, she could see the ending, and they could make as much trouble as they liked. As the current head of the family, she was very busy at night and worshiping the ancestors the next day, so she would not accompany her.