[Death Doujin] Ink dyed white smoke

In the Japanese room a little further away from the banquet hall, two men sat with their upper bodies upright and their lapels upright, holding the chess pieces calmly.

The old butler, Suzuki, was on the sidelines, pouring tea and water for the two adults graciously, taking such a relatively silent atmosphere calmly.

Since they sat opposite each other, it has been a long time since the dinner time of Moran's house. The current head of the house, Moran Xianyi, would ask someone to ask about the situation at first, but then he simply ignored him, only saying that old Suzuki remembered to let them go back to the main hall to chat with everyone Say hello.

Just in the middle of the third set, old Suzuki breathed out hot tea with his hands in his hands.

Ms. Xianyi was originally Mr. Zong Yilang's favorite treasure. She has been guarding and protecting her for 200 years. Finally, she was pulled into the head of the family, sweeping away the shadow of unrequited love in the past, but in just a few decades, another one popped up. The captain of the court guard with a smile and no shade.

After Moran Soichiro left the main family mansion, he followed his retired friends to live a leisurely life in the branch mansion without caring about worldly affairs.For him, the growth of his granddaughter and the stability of the family are far more important than the future of the Soul Society.

In the eyes of outsiders, this solemn and serious old man still does not forget to write family letters after traveling in the mountains and rivers for a month, and he can enjoy himself for a long time by himself just reading the letters sent by his granddaughter.

Before winter, they went back to the house secretly for the funeral of Moran Lily of the Valley, and they had to leave soon after it was over. There was no chance for Moran Xianyi to officially introduce the two of them. There was no sign of displeasure during the conversation.

This time I received the news earlier, knowing that he would celebrate the New Year with Mo Ran's family, Mo Ran always hoped that his granddaughter's vision would be as good as before, not a man who was scared away by the big nobles after two or three sentences.

Facts proved that the old man was thinking too much. The young man in front of them, wearing black-rimmed glasses and with a leisurely demeanor, was obviously not a man who was defeated so easily.

"Hey, boy, what do you think you are called?" After a long period of thinking, Mo Ran Zong Yilang asked casually, dropping a black spot on the board.

"My surname is Lanran," Lanran leaned his finger on his chin, put Bai Zi down after some careful consideration, and when he heard the elder's question, he raised his head to meet his eyes, and said with a smile, "Blue Ran Soyousuke."

It was good to mutter a few words in a low voice. After Moran Soichiro instructed the old Suzuki butler to prepare, he didn't say anything and continued to focus on playing chess.

Until the end game came, they both looked at the board, and it was enough that they both knew the test point well. What's more, for two people who don't know much, words should be above speculation.

Ask what you want to know.

Aizen pushed his glasses lightly, but did not avoid the old man's scrutinizing eyes.

He has seen a lot in the past, and it is not easy to make him unhappy, let alone the grandfather who raised his woman.

Looking at this majestic adult calmly, Aizen once thought that he might have a serious discussion with him about noble marriage, and might even be looked down upon because of his lack of noble status.Although this is not a problem, he always has a solution, but in fact──

"Boy, isn't my granddaughter cute?"

"Yeah...huh?"

There was a gentle smile in the old man's voice, and it was more of a show off.

Eyes widened behind the mirror, Aizen looked at the elder who was sitting opposite him with a hearty smile, thinking that this unexpected fun was indeed the so-called inheritance from generation to generation.

Speaking of the complacent granddaughter, the chessboard between the two was taken away logically and replaced by two large wooden boxes brought over by old Suzuki just now.

"Cameras happened to be popular when my girl was born, and the family has been looking forward to her for 40 years." Flipping through a thick and beautifully bound photo album, Soichiro Moran pointed to the first few photos on it, "Look, the watery little girl, I couldn't hold back and compared with my kid who could shoot better."

In the photo, the girl is lying on the ground shaking her bare feet, holding a brush in her small hands and scribbling on the tatami mats. When she sees someone taking pictures of her, she tilts her head towards the camera and smiles very naturally.

"If it's older, it will be windy when I take her out for a walk," Mo Ran Zongyilang pointed to the photo of Xiao Xianyi and Xiao Baizai, and said with nostalgia, "Even the old friend of Kuchiki's family is very envious, always boasting She is cute, and she even laughed and said that she would like to make a baby kiss for his grandson."

Mr. Mo Ran saw that the young man beside him was looking intently, and the rigor between his eyebrows and eyes seemed to have dissipated a lot. He smiled to himself, picked up another volume and opened it a little thinly: "I think you know everything about it later. , we don’t talk about sad things during Chinese New Year, but since then, only our grandpa and grandson are left in this ridiculously big house.”

The little girl buried her head in the pile of books, practiced chopping in the courtyard, fell bruised in the practice of fighting, and then sat on the porch and played with her grandfather using the ghost way...

Moran Xianyi in the photo, from the very beginning of a big grin, to the gradual fading of her smile later on, a series of life journeys have been recorded by her loving family.

"As the first female orthodox heir in the family, the pressure from the elders is naturally heavy—but she is not fit enough to be forced like this," said Moran Zongyilang with a slightly sentimental expression when he mentioned this matter. , "In the end, I developed such a repressed temperament."

It was supposed to be a serious topic, but Moran Soichiro changed the subject in the next second.

"But that doesn't stop the fact that my girl is still very cute, doesn't she?"

Aizen finally kept up with the adult this time, and agreed with a low smile: "That's true."

After briefly chatting about the affairs of the guarding team, and asking Aizen to talk about the daily life of the two of them, Soichiro Moran noticed that the young man beside him had a deep and deep voice, and he always unconsciously mentioned his granddaughter. much slower, even softer.

He thought, if all this is really the answer that his granddaughter has been getting for 40 years, maybe it's not a bad idea to let it follow the trend.

Mr. Mo Ran straightened his body, looked at Lan Ran steadfastly, and said with an extremely serious expression: "Boy, do you know the reason why our Mo Ran clan keeps a low profile but can stand firmly as the leader of the upper-class nobles?"

"Junior is not clear, please give me some pointers." Is it finally getting to the point?Lan Ran had a gentle and elegant smile on his face, and he couldn't help but take it seriously because of the other party's aura.

"That's just right, let me take this opportunity to talk to you today," Mr. Mo Ran took a few sips of his cup with a calm expression, and after a long sigh of relief, he smiled and narrowed his eyes, "It's the most practical example, such as... ...the three games of chess."

What are the chances of an accidental draw?

Mr. Moran drew the chessboard and gestured on it: "When you come to this step, if you take advantage of the momentum and drive straight in, I probably have to admit defeat in the middle game, but why don't you do that?"

It's just that he has his own considerations: the other party is the first time meeting, the family of the woman he likes, so it's not easy to touch his face.

Moran Zongyilang lightly placed a move on the chessboard, and the situation of the battle changed abruptly. Anyone who was a little familiar with the rules knew that the black piece was going to lose, but the white piece deliberately led the game and dragged it to the end.

Of the three sets, only the first set was confiscated, and Aizen won by a small margin, and the other two sets were intentionally tied.

"As far as the Moran family is concerned, what we do is to obtain your results in the first set through the process of two or three sets." Mr. Moran saw him frowning and thinking, and smiled quite heartily, "For those who have incomparable For those with great strength and strength, winning is far easier than drawing."

──But we didn't.

I believe he can also see from his granddaughter that the short version of the Moran clan is there, but as a result, their position is becoming more and more stable.

"what do you mean……"

Mo Ran always interrupted him with a smile, waved his hand and said: "Boy, I know you will have to tie your hands and feet, so this is not to make you change anything for my silly girl."

Aizen clenched his fist unconsciously when he heard this, and then let it go quickly.He thought of the middle game of the second game, when he finally set up a draw strategy, the opponent made a bad move.

Moran Zongyilang was unexpectedly a naughty senior nobleman.

"I heard the girl mentioned your matter several times in the letter," Mo Ran Zong Yilang gently put down his cup, "I know you are not of the nature to draw."

As long as he can approach the sick granddaughter without changing his face, Mo Ran can clearly understand that the man in front of him is probably unfathomable, and the cage of the nobleman is not suitable for him.

But the granddaughter likes him, what should I do?

"Master Mo Ran, if you don't mention external factors, just miss Xian Yi and me," Ai Ran's glasses reflected for a while, "You must have understood today, and I am willing to draw with you for her."

What is the reason for being so aggrieved?It was only then that he realized that he could do these things that were out of character for Mo Ran Xianyi.

Maybe the degree of liking her has grown a little more recently.

"Ha, I'm just nagging because I want to hear this sentence," Mr. Mo Ran shook his head with a smile, "Mr. Lan Ran, you don't have to put away minions for the Mo Ran family, the nobles are not worth it."

"I know," Aizen thought, and it was rare for him to say this from the bottom of his heart. If that lovely woman was hiding by the door and eavesdropping, what kind of expression would she show, "For me As far as I'm concerned, Miss Xianyi is worth it."

It's worth his effort to cultivate it, it's worth his trying to coax her, and it's worth his changing ways to make her happy.

for what?Because I want to see her smile.

It's a very pure reason. I'm afraid he only thought of being innocent when dealing with her in his life.

Seeing her staring at the shining eyes of the music box, I can't help but want her to be dazzling for her own sake, and that's when she played a little trick.

He knew why she wanted it, and he wouldn't mind dreaming about it with her.

"Hearing what you said, I don't think there is any need to continue to test you." With a flick of his fingers, Mo Ran always smiled and canceled all the lie detector ghosts placed in the Japanese room.

Lan Ran's heart trembled when he saw this. Before the unreasonable blood relationship talent in the soul world, there are indeed mountains as high as mountains. Even Moran Xianyi, who claims to be very skilled, has to touch this thing to set it up.

And he can be sure that the elder just sat on the cushion and never moved a step when he entered the room.

"As I mentioned just now, what we pursue is the art of draws. We don't get ahead, but no one can step on us," Moran Zongichiro asked the old Suzuki to call the servants to clean up the house, while talking with Lan Ran explained, "Although you don't want to be called Mo Ran, old man, I don't mind helping little Aizens to dye black."

"The Moran family needs an heir", this reason is enough for their children to be accepted by the upper echelons of the soul world, as long as they can be included in the clan registration, everything will be no problem.

Who made the head of the family's man unwilling to marry?If you want to blame, blame that man, he has to take the blame.

It's a pity that he can't see his granddaughter put on Bai Wugou, but if this is her decision, the Moran clan will never hesitate to support it, but the elders will have to spend some time to coax her.

Although the group of old guys who don't mean what they say is definitely going to watch the next heir laugh and bloom.

Hey, I'm looking forward to it just thinking about it.

Although I heard that the horoscope has not been written yet.

"... I don't know if there is a word to say." Hearing the elders and the old housekeeper in front of him suddenly say that there is a great-grandson, who will definitely take him to step on someone's house, Lan Ran suddenly felt that the style of the painting was not quite right, "What do you think? , seems to be...very different from the aristocratic reserve that the younger generation imagined."

Mo Ranxianyi's foresight, strict and conservative temperament, I am afraid that he is more aristocratic.

Suddenly, I remembered what Jingle said not long ago, Moran Soichiro was the less serious Moran Kanyi, maybe it was true.

"Reserved?" Mr. Mo Ran smiled when he heard the words, "We do have some after packaging outside, but it's okay to pretend when there are no outsiders."

How embarrassing it must be to stay at home and not be able to live like yourself.

Was it because of this that his granddaughter hid in the team building day and night to work and refused to come back.

Now this is her home. Over the years, seeing her happy to decorate the mansion, invite friends to play in the mansion, and take care of the family business in a splendid way, who would dare to say that she is not a qualified head of the house?

If most of these changes were due to Aizen's company, Moran Soichiro had no reason to object.

Tonight, he just wanted to chat with a man who could make his granddaughter fall in love, and let them figure it out after expressing his intention.

Perhaps, he inadvertently pushed his granddaughter.

Mo Ran Zong Yilang glanced lightly across the sliding door, he really grew up, he hid the spiritual pressure so well.

pity……

"Heartbeat missed a beat." Lan Ran narrowed her eyes with a smile, got up and bowed briefly to the elder.

Moran Zongyilang shook his head with a helpless smile, and waved his hands to let the young people deal with it by themselves.

Now that he has stepped down as the head of the family, he is now just an ordinary grandfather who wants his granddaughter to live happily.

"Master Zong Yilang, the master of the house has someone prepare a light and tasty supper for you."

"Oh? Do you have that kid's share?"

"It seems that there is none."

"very good."

After all, the bastards outside are not as good as their dearest grandfather. The head of the Moran clan who realizes this can eat a simple bowl of porridge well.