[Death] Are Aizen angry today?

Aizen's eyes clearly became gloomy.

But there is no expression related to anger.

At lunchtime afterwards, facing various questions from Kanna and his wife, he continued to explain and answer them politely, covering up his suppressed emotions perfectly.

However, the aloofness and sense of distance that are naturally exuded still make the host, who is an ordinary person, at a loss for words.

The blonde girl who is the birthday star will make a sound when the atmosphere is in trouble, but most of the time she is buried in her meal, and she seems unwilling to make too much eye contact with the guests.

Fortunately, there was a little angel Qiantang at the dinner table, who used his harmless smile and innocent words to heighten the depressed and embarrassing atmosphere time and time again.

Lunch ended early as expected, the distinguished guests liked to drink tea, and the red wine specially purchased by the host did not come in handy.

The afternoon sky was cloudy and dull, the rain was relentless, and the air was suffocatingly damp.

Father took Aizen to the corridor outside to get some fresh air, Wuyue cleaned up the dining table, when he looked up, he saw a handsome man holding a teacup outside the glass door, and deftly averted his eyes from her.

His intentionally dodged eyes made people unable to discern the deep meaning hidden in them.

Must be an illusion.

Wuyue didn't do it, he thought, went to the kitchen to clean up, but just picked up the broom, he was greeted with a question from his mother deliberately lowering his voice:

"It's just the two of us now, Muzuki, Mom wants you to tell the truth... that Mr. Aizan looks unusual, and has an inexplicable aura... a few strange people who came to the house called him' Aizen-sama'... Is his identity very honorable?"

Some unexpected mother's doubts, she also thought about it, "He... is currently the ruler of the virtual circle, similar to, king?"

"Eh!? It turned out to be that kind of unattainable status?" Liyin couldn't help exclaiming, then covered her mouth subconsciously, and suddenly let out a long sigh as if she had relieved a heavy burden, "At first, I saw that the atmosphere between you was a little delicate, I thought you were in an ambiguous period, and I wanted to persuade you not to deal with this kind of man. You are young and not their opponent... But you said that he is the ruler, and I seem to feel relieved..."

The girl showed a look of embarrassment, "Why...you say that?"

The elegant middle-aged woman patted her apron, sat on a small stool aside, and replied with a smile: "In terms of appearance, he is ten years older than you no matter what, you are like high school students and working people, if you want It would be too strange to develop into a romantic relationship... How many good people can there be in society who are ambiguous with high school students? I can't help being suspicious, and I want to persuade you..."

"Huh—?" After hearing this, Wuyue frowned so much that water would come out, her mouth opened and closed, but she couldn't say anything.

The woman couldn't help but thumped her sore calf, and continued to explain, "But tell me, he is the king, and that may not be what I thought... After all, a person in that position will put lofty goals on the table." In the first place, self-feeling will always be postponed... In this case, he didn't keep you by his side because of any male-female matters. I said rest assured, just referring to this point... But it is very confusing, He behaved very low-key in front of you, and he still wants to get something special from you..."

Wu Yue was startled by her mother's revelations and questions.

She vaguely recalled that she had asked Aizen during the Summer Festival about "Is there anyone she likes and loves?"

Judging from the answers she got at the time, this mighty man really didn't want to indulge in love, but she really couldn't guess what the "expectation" that was so strong that he kept her useless by his side was what it was.

"Wuyue, you were still young when you left, and I haven't had time to say something to you... Now is the time, I think it's appropriate to discuss some issues with you..."

Liyin's voice broke into the chaotic mind, the girl looked at the dust under her feet, and her thoughts suddenly returned to the current humid afternoon.

The elegant woman glanced sideways at her and continued, "Mom hopes you live a happy life, and I don't want to see you troubled by this ambiguous and ambiguous heterosexual relationship... It's not good for anyone if you can't draw a clear line ...It seems that a lot of things have happened between you and him, why don't you try to open your heart and have a good conversation? Maybe you can find a new solution to the problems that can't be dealt with now, after confessing to each other. "

The amber eyes flashed with surprise, and then gradually settled into gray shadows, "I have this plan, and I should be able to make it clear soon..."

"Really, if that's the case, it's fine..." Li Yin couldn't help but lament in her daughter's low tone, "Wuyue, although I really want to feel at ease, but I understand that being with you is like being with a tiger. This kind of person is more dangerous the closer you get...you will definitely leave him, right?"

"Of course." Seeing her mother's worry, Wu Yue put down the cleaning tool in her hand, and comforted her solemnly, "It's just that it's not time yet, I still have important things to do."

Suddenly, Liyin seemed to understand something. She grabbed her daughter's hand and asked in a trembling voice, "Are these important things... are they dangerous?"

"It's not dangerous, I have companions." The girl was slightly stunned, and replied with her head bowed.

The kitchen window was ajar, and the bright, hasty splash of the rain poured into the house, making the air even more lonely with its clang.

"We will die one day, but it's just a difference in the way and time, so in the face of a life that knows the end, we must do our best to live every day... Wu Yue, this is what you taught me, the most important thing ...We must live on, because only by living can we have hope..." Liyin leaned against the kitchen counter in despair, put his hands on the edge of the sink, and lowered his head as if his neck was broken, "I ask you, those important things, Must it be done?"

The answer was a sentence after a long silence:

"I'm already on my way."

The middle-aged woman faced her daughter in shock, and suddenly understood all the meanings from those amber eyes that were as silent as death, and her eyes turned red in an instant.

The atmosphere suddenly became heavy, Wuyue lowered her head to avoid her mother's gaze, and took several deep breaths, but fortunately Qiantang suddenly appeared and said that she wanted to eat cake, just in time to save the conversation between them that was about to end.

The dark clouds in the air are like a ball of gray cotton soaked in water. When you twist it lightly, the rain falls and everything in the world becomes blurred.

The exquisite and delicious honey cake was put on the table, and the host decorated it with many candles. The small flames danced and flickered in the singing of "Happy Birthday to You", burning away all the subtle emotions covered by the music. Who's helpless, who's sad, and whose indifference.

The cake was still soft and sweet, and the long-lost family gathering ended with this hard-to-preserve sweetness.

The protagonist of the story is about to leave early.

Even Aizen didn't expect that Wuyue was the first to say goodbye at the rare opportunity of reunion. He even showed a suspicious look and told her that she could have dinner at home before going back.

The girl who was dressed as exquisitely as a magazine model just curled the corners of her mouth, showing a slight smile, stood up leisurely, and answered in a tone so light that it was hard to detect:

"No need... delaying it any longer will only make me more reluctant..."

The brown eyes of the quiet man lifted up slightly.

The melancholy climate of autumn is especially suitable for parting.

Youyi wanted to keep his daughter, but his wife grabbed the hem of his clothes. He turned around lonely and saw Liyin with red eyes, shaking his head helplessly and said, "What she has decided will not be changed easily...let her go." ...We, as long as we do our job well, it will be fine..."

The reserved middle-aged man did not speak, patted his wife's hand, walked silently to the kitchen, and packed the chestnut cake and other snacks he bought in the morning.

The little boy who watched the cartoon didn't notice the change in the atmosphere. He raised his head and glanced at her after his parents urged him.

"Goodbye, sister, will you come back?"

Wuyue smiled and waved her hands, "One day, definitely."

The boy who turned his head and continued to watch TV had a pair of bright and ignorant eyes. His face was expressionless, as if he understood something, but he seemed to understand nothing.

The door of Heiqiang opens in the courtyard of Shennai's house, and one step from the corridor can reach another world.

The couple saw a huge black mouth being torn apart in the void, and watched their daughter step into it step by step after the man.

The words of goodbye have been said so many times that they have become pale and weak at this moment.

The wound in the sky is about to be stitched up.

The blond girl turned around silently, the scenery of her home in her field of vision began to be compressed by the surrounding blackness, and her clear eyes stayed on her parents for a long time.

Suddenly she showed a smiling face as clear as water, and bowed deeply in their direction.

"It's great to have the chance to say goodbye..."

The black cavity was closed, and the girl's figure disappeared completely. There was only a farewell sentence with a shallow smile, which was repeated over and over again by the dripping rain.

The middle-aged woman in the corridor suddenly cried bitterly at a loss.

The husband was puzzled and comforted her not to be sad. The gentleman said that Wuyue can still go home.

Liyin cried even harder.

With a painful roar crawling out of her throat, she fell to her knees on the ground, with a sad appearance that one couldn't bear to look at directly.

"Why didn't you notice! She is no longer the Wuyue she was at that time, she can't come back! My daughter, who was bullied and injured in fights at school, always looked radiant when she came home. But now!"

The heavy rain added a noisy background sound to her hysterical cries, and brought out the regret in the words to the extreme, "I must have suffered a lot... Otherwise, how could her eyes... not even have a little light... ..."

The intertwined picture of pain and love turns into a messy shadow in the rain, which can no longer be conveyed to the blond girl who has gone away in another world.

In the blink of an eye, Wuyue stood in the darkness, and the only light at the exit was also blocked by the wide back of the man in a suit.

On the way back to Xuye Palace, she walked extremely fast.

It seems that he no longer has nostalgia for his family, and he doesn't even have a look or look back.

Noticing that Aizen's puzzled eyes were always glued to her body, she opened the conversation when she reached the lobby of the Fifth Tower.

"Master Aizen, thank you for letting me go home today, this is a very special birthday, I will always remember..."

"You're welcome, I said this is a return gift..." The quiet man put his hands behind his back and looked down at her gently, "Are you happy today?"

"of course."

"Then why haven't you even smiled sincerely since morning..."

Not wanting to meet his gaze, the girl lowered her eyes slightly and remained silent.

"I really don't like you calling me this way...why? I allow you to reunite with your family, and even promise them that you can go home at will in the future...I have retreated to this point, why? You still look lost..."

The listener did not respond to him, and the pace of his feet became faster.

The owner of Xuye Palace, who had been forbearing for a long time, began to lose his patience. He suddenly held the girl's slender shoulders, and forced her to lean against his chest, his burning gaze almost burned her pupils.

He asked: "What have you lost? Could it be that I can't make up for this loss?"

Wuyue didn't struggle, but looked at him indifferently with her head held high.

"'Allow'? Look at you, you don't put me on an equal footing with you, and you don't understand the real me from the perspective of head-on eyes... You can't even do basic respect and understanding, so how can you Why do you think that what I lost is what you have the qualifications and ability to fill?"

Her mother's reminders echoed repeatedly in her ears, her eyes became extremely persistent, and a pain called "emptiness" slowly infiltrated her chest.

"Aizen Soyousuke, do you love me?"

The hall was terrifyingly quiet, and the girl's clear guttural voice caused invisible ripples in the air.

The brown pupils gathered suddenly, and together with the palms that were tightly gripping the small shoulders, there was an uneasy tremor.

The hesitation became extremely long.

Wu Yue asked again - "Do you love me?"

The quiet voice seemed to burst out of the power accumulated for a long time, causing Aizen to let go of his hand suddenly, and even took a step back in a loss of composure.

His brows were tightly wrinkled, his expression ugly.

After carefully looking at the person in front of him, he finally finalized his answer: "I thought you could see that I have no desire/desire between men and women for you..."

The words were euphemistic, but Wuyue could hear them clearly.

Unable to hide her disappointed expression, she took a deep breath, laughed at herself, stretched out her hands to support her leaning body on the wall next to her, and sighed:

"Is it... It seems that the relationship between me and you is really unfair... Knowing that you are not equal from the beginning, you still have to compete with you, foolishly believing that maybe 'I am the special one' People'...whether it's an experiment or killing me, after gradually getting closer to you, those painful experiences become less important...I clearly feel that I am being destroyed by you, but even saying 'I I hate you' and I feel against my will... I didn't use the magic mirror on me, but I have been calm for so long, and I still can't escape the illusion you created for me..."

The weak way of speaking, the gentle and fragile expression made people wonder if she would just fall down.

However, the brows of the listener became more and more wrinkled.

He took another step back and asked in a deep voice, "What are you talking about..."

"It turns out that you sometimes don't understand the words..." The blond girl pulled herself together, stared at him, and said softly——

"I'm saying... I love you..."

She smiled, her eyes sparkling and charming like flowers blooming on a rainy day, damp and sluggish.