[Reaper Hirako Mako fan] Yesterday is not today

Mako Hirako waved his sleeves, ignoring once again that ever since he became the 24-hour deputy team of the Fifth Division, the leading 24 filial piety team in Jinglingting and Mako Hirako's personal personal nanny, under the increasingly verbose words and deeds The thickness is concealed, and the vice-captain Aizen who has made great progress has made great progress. The rarely seen Xiafei cheeks bent over and pushed open the door, staggering towards the warm afternoon sun.

It took a little time for Aizen to clean up the momentary revealing emotions. His gentle and peaceful eyes followed the dazzling golden color habitually again. When he saw only adaptability, he was like the overgrown weeds in the [-]th district of Liuhun Street. The tragic posture of the willful captain who can quickly fall asleep in any weird posture beyond the limit of the imagination of the god of death, with his hair disheveled and corpses lying in the corridor.

Aizen habitually looked up at the sky, judging from the ancient and traditional time identification method that it appeared at around two o'clock in the afternoon. Although the next two hours should be the period of high temperature throughout the day, Mako Hirako's sleep The rhythm is in a cycle of about three hours.That is to say, if you don’t want Captain Hirako to have headaches because of the interruption of his dream, he should wake up the captain around five o’clock.At that time, the weather may be a little cold.

Aizan pondered for a moment, then walked slowly to the closet, took out a thin blanket and walked to the corridor where Pingzi took a rest.

The tall trees stretch out their branches and leaves to divide the bright sunlight into mottled spots, and the melodious chirping of birds hiding somewhere can be heard among the branches whirling with the wind.Outside the foot porch is a winding waterway built to cool the hot spring water used for irrigation. The gurgling water runs across the artificial river with strange colors, clean as new and unstained, without any sediment due to the passage of time.Aizan couldn’t help guessing the ingenuity of the owner who designed this place. Usually, the hot spring water contains high minerals and sulfides, and the water quality is hard and not suitable for irrigating plants. This waterway leading from the rockery to the whole garden was established. Such a winding material is so peculiar, I am afraid it can also purify water.The owner here has spent a lot of thought on planting horse drunken wood.

The layout of the courtyard is exquisite and not too big, and the nap location chosen by Hirako is not too far away. When Aizan turned his attention to the captain who was sleeping on all fours at his feet, even if he was not drowning in the documents Looking at the sea almost every day, I still can't help but sigh at the outrageous flexibility of the blond captain.After you fell asleep, can't that body language be more peaceful? !

With the mood of going to my own grave, I sorted out the murder scene of my captain's performance art, and put a blanket on the capricious captain who was sleeping unconsciously and let others rub him round and flatten him.Aizen's slender fingertips were hanging on Mako Hirako's face that looked extraordinarily peaceful after she closed her eyes and slept peacefully.

In all fairness, this face is really difficult to compare with the handsomeness in traditional aesthetics. Although the face is small, the facial features are not exquisite. It is even weird under the distortion of some exaggerated expressions. But when this man is so quiet When she was sleeping, the warm and bright sunlight blended with the golden hair, and the face that rested quietly amidst the splendor unexpectedly made people feel a kind of gentle and delicate tranquility.It's hard to say no to...

The fingertips hanging in the air can't help but slowly trace the flat eyebrows in the air, drop slightly to linger on the straight bridge of the nose, and finally when they lightly touch the deep, long and sharp corners of the eyes, a cold and sharp light shines through the opened fingers The gap shoots into the deep illusory tenderness that seems to be able to swallow everything.

Aizen smiled through the lens with a gentle and pure smile: "Mako, did I bother you?"

The light gray eyes retracted the unique sharpness of the falcon and returned to the usual listless laziness, and the dull Kansai accent complained nonchalantly: "You are blocking my sunshine, Soyousuke."

"..." After a brief silence, the gentle and considerate bass came out slowly, "Then, I'm really sorry. Captain Pingzi."

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As the saying goes, on the head of the willow on the moon, people make an appointment after dusk.Since ancient times, the dark moon and the high wind have always been the perfect moment for murder, arson, destruction of corpses and traces, to cheating, tryst, climbing the wall and elopement.

Standing in front of the mirror, Mako Hirako confirmed again and again that the suave Yushu Linfeng man with shiny blond hair and big white teeth in the mirror had indeed reached perfection, and then twisted his waist and swayed his hips in front of the mirror in a very coquettish manner. Lei, the vice-captain of Lan Ran, who only watched the whole process calmly, was in a messy and coquettish poss in the wind.In the end, he narcissistically shook the hem of his domineering outfit, looking like a flowery peacock who wanted to jump up and dance in front of the female peacock immediately, and waved his sleeves to tell his vice-captain, who was still wearing the skin of a loyal dog, to take a good look at it Home, I really waved my sleeves and closed the sliding door without taking away a cloud.No, Captain Hirako not only didn't take a piece of cloud with him, he didn't even take Zanpakuto Nifu, who was inseparable from his own life and death.No, Ni Fu, who is stuck in the shadow under the window, is lying on the corner of the wall planting mushrooms and cursing himself in circles.Brackets wretched smile.

Aizen stared at the closed door silently for ten seconds. After confirming that the captain's spiritual pressure had gone away with the sound of footsteps, he finally relaxed the muscles on his shoulders and let out a long sigh of relief. I couldn't help but want to raise my hand to wipe the cold sweat that didn't exist on my head.

Anyone who is forcibly pulled over to accompany his immediate superior to narcissistically in front of the mirror for three hours, without even a break for eating and drinking tea, and has to keep up his spirits to answer some tricky questions from the captain from time to time, even if the blood tank Like a bloody orange-headed strawberry savior in the future who is connected to the seven oceans, it is estimated that more than half of his HP will be cut off.In the future, the boss will also be a god of death with flesh and blood and an upper limit of energy, and a heart that will grow out of flesh—of course, we will study whether this flesh is made of iron and stone in the future—it is natural to have such a reaction.

Walking to the table, picking up the teapot, the BOSS, who has always paid more attention to the essence of life, couldn't care less about whether it was the remnant tea that came into the house with lunch, and poured a cup of tea in his hand, just about to drink it. And do.At the end of the sensitive sensory nerves, there was a vague but involuntarily vigilant fluctuation.

The fluctuation of spiritual power is not considered strong, but it is hidden and dark... regular, unreasonable, causing an unspeakable sense of disobedience to sensitive nerves.Aizen put down his teacup and became vigilant instinctively, although the smile on his lips was as gentle and elegant as ever.

The spiritual pressure gradually became clearer, and even the sound of footsteps gradually became clearer. There was no cadence of rustling coming from one end of the corridor. It is more appropriate to say that it is better to slide than to walk.The sliding sound was still in front of the door, and through the dim light of the oil lamp lit in the corridor, Lan Ran could even clearly distinguish the slender silhouette projected on the sliding door.

It was the shadow of a tall and tall man with long hair that was even longer than Hirako Mako. He should be a man with outstanding self-cultivation and tolerance. He had a good family background and was subjected to almost strict etiquette since childhood. train.Because even if it's just a standing figure, it exudes a kind of noble elegance that has been passed down for thousands of years by the aristocrats of the aristocratic family, and after being tempered and baptized by time, it is extraordinarily solemn and elegant.In my impression, there is such a demeanor... Aizen carefully filtered the memories in his mind, and only Kuchiki Sojun, the eldest son of the captain of Kuchiki's family in the sixth division, was the only one.

"The one inside is Aizen's vice-captain. Xia Nakata Yuanzhai took the liberty to disturb you." The man's voice was clear and cheerful, which made people think of the clear spring in the mountains and the breeze on the river, but Aizen in the room almost crushed the innocent in his hands. White porcelain teacup.

After the words fell, the sliding door in front of him opened silently, slowly revealing the unexpectedly young and uninvited face of the uninvited guest outside the door. The not-so-delicate facial features were paired with a face that would be forgotten in a blink of an eye. The eyes on the smiling face are unforgettable.

The dark, rich, almost pure black green is shining with golden-green gorgeous streamer under the yellowish light.

...Like...a too beautiful...dream that shouldn't exist in the world.

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My Uncle Zhai is a beauty.