[Reaper Hirako Mako fan] Yesterday is not today

Although I don't understand why Fuchuan Hideaki chose to talk about this secret in Sifengin's mansion that must never be passed to the third pair of ears, but the vice-captain Aizen who is thriving is roaring towards the broad road of the villain boss For Fu Chuan Yingming's secretive skills, he has a rare trust and affirmation with the cautious and suspicious character traits that the villain BOSS must have.

Hideaki Fukawa.Just as there will be a thousand blue bosses in the eyes of a thousand god of death fans (hey, shouldn't it be the absolute protagonist, Little Strawberry?) There will be a thousand Hideaki Sukawa in the eyes of a thousand god of death.

And what do you look like to me?Hideaki Fukawa.

The corners of the soft lips under the high bridge of the nose unfold an incomprehensible smile. Compared with the soft and moist curves of the lips on weekdays, the curves are more piercing, which unexpectedly complements the narrow and sharp corners of the eyes hidden behind the black-rimmed glasses.

"Captain Unohana said that cold wine hurts the stomach, and hot wine hurts the liver." Kansai dialect's unique joking tone full of dynamism came from the dripping eaves above the head, and it was all too familiar with a bit of innocuous sharpness. The man with the tall and straight figure of the dripping eaves unconsciously softened the corners of his lips that were gradually becoming cold.

"Ah, ah, I can't drink cold wine, and I can't drink hot wine. Do I really have to quit drinking?" The lazy voice of Jingle Chunshui, the century-old captain of the road, came one after another.

Thinking on my knees, I will accompany Hirako to climb the roof when I have nothing to do, or the roof of other people’s houses. If you look horizontally, vertically, or obliquely, take a big roof and look upside down, you can only see the silver hook painted by Tongtianche subway The two big words—the absurdity of disrespect, it is impossible for the accompanying person to be Yuki Cangwu, who is a model of elegance and etiquette for noble children, even though he has been depressed because of his love failure.

Compared with Jingle Chunshui's idle voice, the Kansai dialect draws a lazy ending, and makes a sharp complaint with a hint of a smile: "You don't drink and you feel sad."

"Ha," a short low laugh was followed by a burst of hearty, almost unscrupulous laughter, which shook the tiles in the Sifeng Courtyard that were absolutely in disrepair, and seemed to be crumbling, " Hahahaha... Those who know me... Hahaha... It's none other than you, Makoto. It's rare to be so happy, I must not go back when I'm drunk, I won't go back when I'm not drunk."

"Drinking is meant to have fun, not to mention that we are not suitable for people who are really drunk." The soft Kansai accent came from the dripping eaves with some thought-provoking meaning, but it was too late to be pursued When he was thinking, he had already disappeared without a trace with the blowing night wind.

In the next second, a dazzling waterfall woven by the condensed sunlight poured down, almost the whole body was hanging outside the eaves, and the captain of the fifth team, who was only relying on bent knees to fix his whole body, pointed his sign at his vice-captain The white whale teeth = dish = dish =: "Don't you think so? Yousuke Sou. Also, you have committed the bad habit of eavesdropping again."

Four eyes turned, besides the title of 24 filial piety vice-team, the vice-captain Aizen who also added the label "Ren|Wife" on his head lowered his eyebrows meekly, and smiled gently: "I'm sorry, Captain Hirako. I will pay attention next time. "

"Be careful not to be caught by me again?" Pingzi, who was standing on the eaves, shook dangerously, and suddenly released his legs that were tightly stuck to the roof without warning, and his naturally curled body flipped gracefully like a cat in mid-air Open it, and finally let go of the energy exerted by the gravitational force in the short-term fall in a squatting posture that is not embarrassing but calm, and curled the corner of the mouth, "Did something good happen? You are in the mood to talk to me~"

The future boss, who is still in a period of steady rise, once again raised the corners of his mouth, and the man who can still easily find the immature traces in the outline uses the deep and soft voice of an adult man to please the blond man's picky auditory nerves affectionately: " That’s because, as long as you see Captain Hirako, you’ll feel good.”

The golden eyelashes fluttered slightly on the light gray pupils, and the expression on Captain Hirako's face, who had already adapted well to the nasty words that his vice-captain uttered from time to time, didn't waver at all, it just dragged on Kansai accent The absurd helplessness that made the vice-captain Aizen suddenly feel upside down: "You bastard, don't you blush when you say such things?"

"Then will Captain Pingzi blush for these words?" Lan Ran took a step forward, consciously or unconsciously shrouding the hunched blond man in his shadow, and asked very seriously.

The undulating shadows in the flickering lights create an ethereal and ambiguous atmosphere. The man immersed in the darkness radiated by Aizan has a pair of sharp eyes that can pierce through all the haze and uncover the truth. At the beginning, he tilted his head and casually looked at his vice-captain for a while, and parted his mouth: "Cut~ how is it possible. If you want to make me blush, Soyousuke should use a more direct method."

Lan Ran took a step back without a trace, and the lanterns hanging on the pillars depicting graceful and delicate orchid grasses illuminated a truly helpless young face: "Captain Pingzi, you really are..."

This round of duel ended with the old demon Hirako Mako successfully molesting his young and delicious vice-captain.

The fireflies in the overgrown bushes were still flickering tirelessly, but the banquet of Sifengyuan's family had come to an end.Visitors from all directions in the Jingling Court returned home one after another just like when they came.Hirako and Aizen mingled in the crowd and strolled towards the long-lost Fifth Division.

In the bright moon and clear wind, in the alleys of the silent night, the whispers of summer insects come from afar through the towering walls, like whispers from another world.And one step ahead, within reach, is Pingzi's slightly rickety and thin back. The blond hair sweeps a small arc along with the seemingly lazy but firm steps. It will leave a cold and gentle impression on the nerve endings, and ferment some too soft emotions in the chest.

I have one last question before you leave, and it doesn't hurt to be taken as advice.Before leaving in his mind, Hideaki Sukekawa's gorgeous voice echoed in his ears like the singing of a siren siren.

Does Aizen-kun really know what Xiao Mako means to you?How did you answer yourself at that time?It seems that there is only silence.

You don't have to give me the answer right now, in fact I don't need the answer, I just hope that Aizen-kun didn't deceive himself when he got the answer.Hideaki Fukawa dragged out the final sound of the last word "good" extraordinarily deep, and the chuckle rolling in his throat could almost be called malicious.

He knew how this kind of thinking would have a secret and dangerous impact on the relationship between Aizen and Heiko, and he also knew that once such a question sprouted in Aizen's mind, it meant that he could no longer stop thinking. An opportunity was chosen to awaken the poisonous seedlings that had been dormant under the plain water surface, but the fragile and delicate bond between Aizan and Hirako obviously couldn't withstand any even the slightest shock.

And the worst thing is that Aizen Soyousuke, who Fukagawa Hideaki knows, also knows, and Mako Hirako, who is one of the parties involved, also knows.

They each reserved too much reason in a love that should have poured out each other, but when all the bystanders were confused by it, they were more sober than the outsiders.

The road ahead is at your feet, and he and he will eventually part ways at the next intersection. The road ahead may run in opposite directions, or swords and swords may face each other.But this was the end, the end he and he had foreseen when they walked together.

So how about changing this ending?Aizen's dark and deep eyes watched Hirako Mako's back without any hesitation.This figure may give people the feeling that it is too casual and lacks the dignity and majesty that a superior should have, but it undoubtedly has the charm of being followed.His firm and quick steps make him seem like every follower who will always step towards his goal, and he is stingy to give even a glance back to the followers who follow closely or stagger forward.But...it's not like that.

Aizen knew that this pace of coming and going like the wind would be slowed down without a trace because of the heavy paperwork in his arms. This unswerving man never minded a little while when he was overwhelmed by the pile of documents. Even Aizen can imagine that as long as he follows this man, if he unfortunately stumbles from the rough road and falls into the abyss, the first one to hold his falling hand will be this seemingly careless man A man who is indifferent to everything.

It's a pity that Aizen Soyousuke will never be a man who will be content to walk behind others. He pursues by all means to gain the power to destroy the world. Pursuing his own detachment by means, what a man who vows to become a god must walk is a road that will eventually give up everything like a god.

This road is so rough and steep, how can it allow another person to walk side by side?What's more, how could Hirako Mako, who had no intention of doing so, embark on this road of no return for an inevitable abandonment?

So... No matter how tightly you hold your hand at the beginning, you will still give up in the end, right?The only difference lies in who is the first to let go of each other's palms, who is the first to cut off each other's fetters, that's all.

You can’t ask for it, you can’t ask for it, there are always things in this world that even God can’t do.

"Huh? Soyousuke, do you have something on your mind? Starting from Sifengyuan's house, your footsteps have been extraordinarily heavy." The blond man stopped without warning, and the vice-captain who followed closely behind him stuck to his thin back in embarrassment. Suddenly closing the distance, he silently held the cool palm under the sleeve of the kimono.

This is not the first time that I have experienced the amazing sensitivity of my captain, especially when he is willing to show this sensitivity - Aizen tightened his fingers to respond to An Ran's gentleness in his palm, lowered his eyelids and chuckled softly: "Indeed, some Something is bothering me, Captain Hirako."

"Trouble? Not at all, right?" With surprise obviously disguised by jokes, Pingzi looked back quietly, and the dark pupil in the center of the light gray pupil rested in his chest with confidence, "I'm not reconciled, but there is possible."

"Not reconciled?" Unexpectedly, he heard such an unexpected answer from his own captain, and the vice-captain Aizen couldn't hold back the curiosity that could kill the cat and couldn't help asking.

"Is it because my accent is so heavy that people can't understand it, or is it that you need to go to Captain Unohana for an examination of your ears?" The way is narrow, and the next sentence is a relapse, poking the BOSS's soft heart, which is full of holes, "greedy guys will always have more unwillingness than ordinary people."

The words that hit the red heart in one sentence almost made Aizen want to withdraw his palm reflexively, and his fingers were tightly intertwined and tightly grasped by another palm that had been prepared for a long time.Aizen lowered his head and crashed straight into a gray ocean, the corners of his exaggeratedly raised mouth were peaceful and quiet, as if he had never noticed the wavering at that moment.

After a long time, Hirako shook his head and let go of his fingers, and said nonchalantly, "If you have any questions, I'm in a good mood, so hurry up and ask, Soyousuke."

Night Breeze took away the last trace of warmth from the overlapping fingertips, Aizen pondered for a moment, and finally asked solemnly word by word, with a rigorous attitude reminiscent of a good student who is studious and inquisitive: "To Captain Pingzi What the hell do I mean?"

Sensing the sincerity in Aizen's tone, Hirako narrowed his eyes and raised the corners of his mouth slyly: "Well, shouldn't Soyousuke pay a little tuition before asking for advice?"

Aizen paused for a moment, then raised his right hand and pressed it lightly on his chest with a more serious attitude than when asking the question: "I don't know exactly what Captain Pingzi means to me, but I know that if I lose Pingzi Captain, this place will hurt for a long, long time."

After the words fell, the space seemed to be cast with the magic of time stillness, and fell into a strange and tense silence, until the night wind that came from nowhere and was going to blow a strand of golden hair on the sideburns. Passing through Aizen's long and narrow eyes, the expression on Mako Hirako's face that seemed to be frozen together returned to its due freshness. He smiled lowly, with an expression different from any Aizen had ever seen before: " Well, it's really unexpected. It's so embarrassing to say the truth at such a time, so I'm embarrassed to just play it off casually."

"Here, Soyousuke, listen up." Hirako raised his jaw proudly, his gray eyes lit up with an indomitable light, "I don't know what you are to me, but if I let you go, this The only thing in the world that I can afford but can't put down is chopsticks."