[Death Doujin] Ink dyed white smoke

A person who truly loves you will not turn you into what he wants, but will help you become what you want to be.──Excerpt from "The Kingdom of Thousand Xun and Blooming Flowers".

Gently dabbing two blobs of bright red on the girl's cheeks, Moran Xianyi put down the brush, and looked up at the half-closed sliding door.

It's early spring, and the air is still cool.The courtyard is as white and pure as it was thousands of years ago.

The camellias that she specially picked in the courtyard are spring flowers, but the white camellias generally bloom in the cold winter.

When I was young, Moran Xianyi loved snowy days, and the silvery white in the yard was breathtakingly beautiful.At that time, when she was playing, she accidentally went around to her grandmother's courtyard. Under a few rows of cherry trees, there was a small bush of white camellia blooming quietly.

The snow covers its petals, branches and leaves. While being colored by the world, it still stands proudly in the snow, revealing its own faint fragrance gently and implicitly.

Until the end of winter, she still thought about that clump of white camellia.

Just thinking about it like this, when she finally got her own courtyard, she suddenly came to her senses, and she had greeted the spring in the silver day in her memory.

And the reason why she chooses a winter flower seed abnormally may be because of the rebellious factor in the blood of the Mo Ran family, or it may be because she vaguely hopes to live a proud and self-willed life like her camellia. .

A long time ago, a man asked her why she loves white camellia so much?

At that time, she didn't answer, and her technique of changing the subject was still clumsy, she talked about the man's horse drunk tree, and failed to tell him her love for Baishancha, just like she loved him, quietly and implicitly.

White and majestic with a touch of tenderness and subtlety, White Camellia is the projection of her ideal love.

She let out a long breath, and the coldness of the morning turned her breath into a wisp of white smoke.

Moran Xianyi rubbed his hands carefully, and slowly got up from the table.As if sensing the master's movement, a few balls of white fur rolled in from the next room, and the bell on the neck made a pleasant sound.

She then smiled and narrowed her eyes, slowly put on her pure white Patriarch Haori and walked out.

After the "Spirit King Guardian God War" with Quincy was over, she asked someone to open a trail on the side of the suburbs. Every morning, she would bring the long-lived dogs who are now called the "Inugami Family" to the place. A nostalgic walk around the lake.

It has been 5000 years since the man was imprisoned again, and the scenery of Seireitei after restoration and reconstruction is almost the same as when he left.Although the street buildings are still simple and elegant, the life of the residents is much more "modern".

The most obvious of these is probably the popularity of the telephone network and television media, and even several movie theaters have been opened in the central block.

What kind of concept is 5000 years?

As far as Mo Ran Xianyi is concerned, she just feels like she has had a long, long dream.

The head and deputy captain of the thirteenth team of Goutei has changed several times one after another. Under her education, students from the Shinyang Academy of Spiritual Arts have graduated one after another, but the number of Shinigami has been lost more than replenished over the years. Every year, it is barely flat.

After the captain of the Beijing Music Group joined forces with several respected nobles to carry out reforms, the relationship between nobles, Shinigami, and common people is no longer so tense—even the Shinigami’s resignation system was completed a thousand years ago, and the nest of maggots officially entered history.

Although there are still some big and small crises, overall, the world of souls is heading towards a healthy direction.

As for Moran Xianyi?

She has completed the final chapter of the story of the picture book - the first draft of "Spirited Away and the Kingdom of Blooming Flowers". Over the past 5000 years, she has slowly completed one hundred volumes of this series with one stroke at a time.

To her surprise, there are many more readers who like this series than she thought.

In private, she often receives many letters from readers and small gifts supporting her creation from the publishing house. Under the circumstances that no one except her own family knows the identity of the author, such precious little gifts really make her happy.

In the eyes of outsiders, this is just the end of the story, but for her, letting go of Chihiro means much more than that.

She thought that she finally no longer needed to write such a cryptic love letter to that man.

The sweet dream is about to wake up, and her long-awaited thoughts have been quietly delivered after 5000 years of waiting.

But what about after it's delivered?

Moran Xianyi smiled, and started to run along the quiet path with the six furballs beside him in the morning mist.

***

In the Technology Development Bureau, a young man was concentrating on all kinds of medicines and strange-shaped machines. Although there was thin sweat on his forehead, his hands that operated the precision machinery did not tremble at all.

He casually wore a precious scarf around his neck, faintly shimmering with golden light under the light of the incandescent light bulb in the research room.

"Deputy Captain Moran──Deputy Captain Moran──"

Familiar shouts came from the corridor, the young man frowned, and then returned his attention to the work at hand.

Before he and Mian Sanxi retreated to experiment with new drugs, Captain Nie specifically told him to get the research data out, and if he didn't see satisfactory results by then, he had to pack up and leave obediently.

He managed to gain a firm foothold in the [-]th squad, and took over the vice-captain armband from the retired former vice-captain Ah Jin. He was so stupid to make fun of his career.

As the young master of Mo Ran's family, all the pocket money he received every month was used by him to set up his own private laboratory, and if he lost his position as vice captain, he would probably drink the northwest wind.

"Wow, Vice Captain Mo Ran is really amazing? He actually ignored your brother's call at all."

The voice of the visitor was clear and pleasant, and his eyebrows and eyes were extremely handsome—although it seemed that he was praising himself in disguise, but the young man called the vice-captain just gave the visitor a cold look, without even taking off his goggles, and turned his head. Take a pen to record the experimental data in the medicine area, and compare it with the previous research results repeatedly.

"Damn it, is it difficult to talk to me? Mo Ran, Vice Captain!"

"If you can be quiet for a while, I guess I can finish it an hour earlier."

So someone really pulled up a chair and waited quietly until four hours had passed, he was still staring at his brother with his beautiful brown eyes with great interest.

There were several other Death colleagues in the research room, and one of them, a delicate girl wearing black-framed glasses, saw the person coming and rushed to the tea area to prepare tea for him.

With a slight smile, he took the teacup handed over by the female team member, showing two rows of bright white teeth, and the dimples on his cheeks were faintly visible.Such a handsome and unassuming appearance unintentionally caused the girls in the research room to blush slightly.

The late night of the Technology Development Bureau, which was no different from usual, was quietly spent amidst the sharp warning sounds of machinery and the beeping sounds of various liquids for unknown purposes.

When the young man finally sorted out the experiment report profusely, he took off the goggles slowly and met his brother's shining eyes.

"Now I can finally ask, why did Vice Captain Mo Ran ask me for it?"

He casually glanced at his watch, and now the first ray of dawn is about to usher in the morning, his brother really can make a fuss.

Mo Ran's deputy captain and Mo Ran's deputy captain, it's a mouthful to say, but they are actually Mo Rankong and Mo Ran Qianfeng.

In the fourth team is Moran Kong, and in the [-]th team is Moran Qianfeng.

Now they are all doing their favorite jobs in their favorite positions according to their own preferences and wishes.

"The captain came to Room 46 the day before yesterday, but they rushed into a day and night meeting." Mo Rankong took a sip of tea to moisten his throat.His voice is not as deep and deep as his younger brother's, and his pitch is slightly higher, but it is still soft and soft to others' ears.

"What's the matter?" Mo Ranqianfeng smiled, "It's a big deal if there is a crack in Wujian's beam?"

The two brothers chatted in a moderate voice, and they didn't try to lower the volume to hide their ears.The gods of death in the research room were also interested, so they put down their unhurried work and followed them.

"It's easy for you to say," Mo Rankong chuckled, and his eyes drifted to the captain's private laboratory with the door closed. "It's because of that crack that you were regarded as a thorn in the side of your captain."

"You can laugh if you want to, but keep your attitude moderate. If you really want our captain to hear this..." Mo Ranqianfeng spread his hands, "Don't make me lose my job."

Mo Rankong slowly got up and stretched his stiff body after sitting for a long time, shrugged: "Forget it, anyway, the world is big, and things that have nothing to do with mother are really nothing to the ears of a fanatic father like you."

Listening to the two chatting back and forth, talking about beams and pillars, and showing a meaningful smile when they mentioned the rift, the Death colleagues in the research room couldn't help asking curiously, what happened to make them so happy.

"It can be seen that we are very happy?" Mo Rankong didn't answer the question directly, but smiled gently at the girl with black-rimmed glasses who asked the question.

"After all..." the delicate girl blushed and said softly, "This is the first time this year that Vice Captain Mo Ran has been patient enough not to sweep you out."

The other team members also laughed out loud: "That's right, besides, we haven't heard the vice-captain talking about respect, friendliness and tolerance during the experiment. We must be in a happy mood."

"This..." Mo Rankong was choked by the tea for a while when he heard the words, and his expression was slightly painful while covering his lips. After the breath eased, he couldn't help laughing, "You are really observant."

Moran Qianfeng snorted lightly, not wanting to respond to his subordinate's teasing.

After filing the important data, he frowned and looked at the messy space after the experiment, and hurriedly started to tidy up the messy tables.

Mo Rankong propped his cheeks and saw his brother scrambling awkwardly. The documents here were piled up and swept on the floor by the rolling measuring instruments. Finally, he sighed and pulled up his sleeves to help him tidy up neatly.

He couldn't see things being so messy by nature, and it happened that his younger brother was particularly bad at tidying things up.

As far as their mother said, it sounds better that their brothers have complementary personalities, but they are actually two and a half tunes. They used to think they were like her, but she didn't think so when they grew up──

Then he mentioned this to his father, and he always smiled mockingly and said lowly that their mother didn't want to face the truth, after all, looking at them and realizing that she was really stupid would be magnified twice.

Alas, being evaluated so by them, one of them only hugged them when they were very young—mother does not love father or father, maybe it is this feeling of pain and happiness!

"There is still a little time before dinner, do you want to go home and have breakfast with your mother?" Mo Rankong wiped every corner of the brother's table carefully with a paper towel.When he finally thought of turning his head to look at him, he saw that the brother who was printed with the same mold as him had already prepared his Zanpakuto and was waiting for him by the door, watching him help him with a blank expression.

Mo Rankong looked at him steadfastly: "If you weren't my brother, I would really give you a punch."

Mo Ran Qianfeng tilted his head when he heard the words, and said with a slight smile: "As my father said—don't speak wild words, it will only show your weakness."

"Screw you."

"I'm going to sue my lord father later. You seem to have a problem with his thinking."

Listening to Mo Rankong's complaint of "Wow, you're really good-" and disappeared at the end of the corridor, the female gods of death who stayed behind in the research room held their bright red cheeks and laughed together.

"Ah──that's great──seeing two Moran vice-captains at once, I can show off with the team next door for a week."

"That's right, have you seen the little dimple on the side of Vice Captain Mo Ran's cheek? My fawn's thumping girlish heart..."

A place like the research room has always been dull and serious, and most of the people who would bury their heads here are mad scientists who have no thoughts and no thoughts. , does breathe some life into them.

Although most of the cured ones are girls' hearts.

"Speaking of which, according to the legend, the two deputy captains seem to have lived for more than 5000 years," the girl with black-rimmed glasses propped her cheeks and said in a muffled voice, "Why haven't I heard of any gossip?"

Having lived for 5000 years, Reiatsu is one of the most powerful among Shinigami, and their faces, according to the elders they know, have been at this stage for a long time.

Despite their age, they are still very young at heart.If someone in the know hadn't reminded them, I'm afraid no one would have noticed that their hearts had already been tempered under their youthful appearance.

Sei Ling Ting Telecom's Golden Bachelor special will never miss their interviews, but no matter how the reporter insinuates, they will always pull the corners of their lips with aspirations, and say "the time for flowers to bloom has not yet come", and dismiss this easily question.

It is reported that their father is the former 5000th Division Captain Aizen Soyousuke who tried to rebel against the Soul World 5000 years ago. However, after [-] years, when the history is taken out and checked repeatedly, the current sense of righteous indignation has been diluted with time. .

I have to mention their mother──

"Why, are you actually that interested in the vice-captain?" The male Death God, who is also a research partner, looked at the girl with black-rimmed glasses and laughed teasingly, "Is it the vice-captain Moran or the vice-captain Moran?"

In the end, the man got a fierce roll of eyes from the girl, and the little sheep who poured tea and water for the vice-captains just now seemed to have never existed.

Alas, the male Death God shook his head. Sure enough, no matter how many years have passed, this world is still a world of faces.

***

If you ask Mo Rankong and Mo Ran Qianfeng how they have lived in the past 5000 years, they will probably only show a twinkle-like smile, and simply sum it up: a child with a mother is like a treasure.

Back in their innocence, the brothers knew they had a strong mother.

The family members in the house or friends who knew the mother would occasionally mention to them the major events in the world of ghosts, such as the decisive battle in Karakura Town, the war of proxy death, and even the tragic thousand-year bloody battle...

What impresses them the most, except that their biological father's betrayal doesn't do what he thinks.

When I was still young, listening to everyone's contradictory evaluation of my father, they secretly turned their heads to look at my mother, she always smiled lightly, whether it was positive or overwhelming harsh words, she listened quietly and didn't make a fuss about it.

It was not until the guests left that only the mother and son were left alone, she would respond with a smile to their opinion of her father, both positive and negative, and she did not try to hide or conceal anything because of the relationship between them.

Only when she mentioned how well her father treated her did she blush a little, and then, like a cute little girl, show all kinds of evidence of her happiness.

It's not that they don't understand her father's kindness to her, but simply to share that dreamlike time with them.

Talking about her father, her eyes always shone faintly, and her whole face suddenly brightened.

Many people said she was stupid, that a woman's great youth was wasted on a sinner.

When the two brothers were older and finally able to sort out the context of the incident, they realized that the love of their parents in their name was actually so beautiful that people couldn't describe it.

Once, the two of them supported their cheeks to watch their mother drink medicine. She was busy day and night in the court guards, family business, and noble meetings.

So they said in unison that when they grow up, they will protect their mother and take over the family, so that she won't worry about being afraid, and don't have to work so hard──

As a result, their mother turned her head to ponder for a while, and said with a faint smile when she spoke again: "Don't think about protecting me, just take care of yourself. The only one who can touch me in this life is your father."

Later, when they took over their mother's ring and talked about it with their father during their weekly conversation, the man smiled softly and said mercilessly: "Those who have the ability to protect Miss Xianyi in this life, look at the corpse I am indeed the only one in the soul world."

The double critical blow hit the twins, their hearts connected to each other, and their faces were about four times swollen—and half of them were probably greasy teeth.

So they knew very early on that they had parents who didn't play cards according to the rules, and now that the messengers and magic machines have video functions, they still communicate heart to heart in the old-fashioned way.

And after both of them have spent more than 5000 years and had two children, they are still slowly talking about their love.

Many people asked why the brothers didn't hurry up to marry a wife and have children──they still couldn't answer this question, so they had to gossip about him, saying that the fate hadn't arrived yet.

However, the deeper reason may be that they are not so willing to compromise because they stand too high on the starting point of ideal love.

Around them, no matter their parents, or the noble uncles of Kuchiki and Saotome's family, they are all people who make people want to follow their dreams. Looking at their different types of love performances, the beauty that never changes is true. desirable.

It's a blessing to meet you, but if you don't, you don't want to let go of your figure and have to wait.

Life will always find a way for itself, they thought.

"46... No, it should be Room 45. They don't know the result of their day and night meeting?"

"Hey, who knows."

It was just dawn, and the two brothers Mo Rankong and Mo Ran Qianfeng stepped into Mo Ran's mansion with their coats in their arms.

On the way back, I didn’t meet anyone other than the grassroots Reaper who was on patrol at night, so I didn’t have to stop to say hello to anyone who was particularly trouble-free. ──

It won't be long before they learn that the question is redundant.

The first person who greeted them in the lobby was the second most important woman to them in this life after their mother——Suzuki Suzuki, the supervisor.After the old Suzuki housekeeper assisted two generations of patriarchs for 500 years, she only assisted one generation of patriarchs for more than [-] years.

"Aunt Jin, we're back!"

"I'm sorry I didn't say it in advance, I need to prepare two more bowls and chopsticks──"

Suddenly, a very familiar deep laughter came from behind.

The eyes of the twins froze. The spiritual pressure was well hidden. Hearing the sound was so close, they were surprised that there were other people in the hall because he deliberately made a sound.

Seeing the two young masters coming back, Suzuki Sumire thought about the other person who came home not long ago, turned his head and told the intern butler next to him expressionlessly: "Let the kitchen prepare three more sets of bowls and chopsticks."

After saluting slightly to the three people in the hall, Suzuki Sumire put his hands in the hem of his clothes and exited the door.

She had confirmed just now that the Patriarch was not in the mansion at the moment, and he probably wouldn't return until before dinner.

"This is... the first time we meet in 5000 years?" The man behind the twins chuckled.

Yes, this deep, thick, gentle voice...

They could not have been more familiar.

Although they couldn't tell from the outside, the twins were both old men over five thousand years old. Now that their blood was thicker than water, they couldn't hold back the man they hadn't seen for many years and they had to call their father.

However, men's feelings are generally very restrained. After the father and son briefly recounted the past, they directly cut to the point.

"Miss Xianyi doesn't seem to be in the mansion right now."

"At this point in time..." Moran Qianfeng glanced at his watch, although his lips were trembling with excitement, his face was still calm, "Mom probably took the Inugami family for a walk by the lake."

"By the lake?"

"I heard from Aunt Jin that after the battle with the Quincy was over, Mother bought a house in the area of ​​Liuhun Street," Mo Rankong explained, "and bought the small lake around the house and a small piece of land. gone."

Mo Ranqianfeng added: "My lord mother's courtyard has a small path on the suburban side, and along the path..."

Before he could finish his sentence, the man disappeared like the wind, leaving the twins looking at each other in blank dismay.

"Phew - I didn't expect our father to be able to deal with that group of 46s who don't know how to change... Oh, it's Room 45." Mo Rankong shook his head and smiled.

"After all, he is our father, and a man who can make our mother fall in love with him!"

Listening to his father's enthusiastic little fans' eyes shining in worship, Mo Rankong walked out of the inner hall slowly and looked up at the sky, silent and speechless.Until I feel that I am surrounded by brothers who have supported each other for 5000 years, my heart suddenly warms up.

When the early morning mist dissipated and they went home from the other side of the path, accompanied by the pleasant wind in early spring and under the blue sky, the scene must have been very beautiful.