[Reaper Hirako Mako fan] Yesterday is not today

Chapter 254 Meeting in Advance

"I want this record, please wrap it up." A slender man with blond hair and gray eyes, dressed in a British casual attire, who could never be more than 20 years old (maybe he looks more like a minor who just got his ID card) With the dexterity of his fingers, he pulled out a record from the retro-style wooden stand, especially the ruby ​​ring at the base of the tail of the slender middle finger, shining brightly in the sun.

"Let me take a look... oh, it's jazz again, Chet Baker's trumpet...Mr. Hirako really likes jazz." Filling out the list, "Young people nowadays rarely like these old guys. They prefer electronic gadgets, which are light, portable and convenient, and they can be deleted if they don't want to listen to them, without leaving a trace."

The blond man who took out banknotes from a well-made brown wallet raised his slender eyebrows: "Actually, I also like those convenient gadgets, but if it's jazz, I still prefer records."

"That's not right!" The stubborn boss pulled out a kraft paper bag from under the counter, skillfully stuffed the yellowed and old records into the paper bag, and handed it to him. Surrounded by the lazy sunshine and the melodious music of the piano, the blond man in the leisurely atmosphere of an afternoon with nothing to do, his trembling lips revealed a rare excitement, "The things I have liked, the music I have liked, including the people I have liked are not those who I am. Electronic products that I don’t understand can disappear without a trace by pressing the delete button, and they will always leave traces in our memory, but when they reach my age, when they recall, they find that they don’t even leave anything that can recall their mood at that time The next one... the amount of money is just right, welcome to come next time."

The blond man with neat and straight bangs raised his palm as if even the warm flashes of his fingertips in the sun revealed a wordless laziness, and lazily took the wrapped record, his slightly puffy gray eyes revealed There is a sense of nostalgia but more casual elegance: "I also think it would be nice to leave one or two souvenirs that can remind people of the past..."

The wooden door that fits perfectly with the entire store opened and closed. The blond man waved goodbye to the gradually closing view, put the record in his hand under his arm, bent over and walked leisurely towards the brighter blue sky at the end of the street.

"However, things like masks are not included, don't you think so? Yousuke." Hirako Mako's smooth steps stopped abruptly in front of the red light of the crosswalk, and the angle of the raised jaw was like a rubbing of time imprinted in memory She is slender and graceful, revealing a leisurely and leisurely attitude that penetrates into the bone marrow, yet flamboyant and sharp, unscrupulously proud.

After passing the rush hour, there was no one at the crossroads, only the slippery ending of the Kansai accent jokingly rose, but a slender silhouette of Gao Xin suddenly appeared five steps behind Mako Hirako, the figure gradually became clear, and slowly revealed With brown hair, brown eyes, and ruthless lips picking out the most gentle and absurd lies in the world, the former vice-team of the [-]th division wearing a snow-white feather weave shows the passage of time that has long since passed by like an arrow. : "Sure enough, no matter what time, I can't hide it from you, Captain Pingzi."

Pingzi leaned against the signal, with his left toe lightly resting on his slanted right ankle, until the signal light turned from red to green and then from green to red, he never looked back at the man behind him: "Such a crude disguise, you just can't wait for it I found out, right? Soyousuke."

The long-lost Osaka dialect pointedly pointed out the intentional starting point, and also faded the last trace of greenness and immaturity in the passage of time. The light-colored eyes of the captain of the fifth division looked at Mako Hirako gently through the heavy black-rimmed glasses. Even after a hundred years, the thin and thin back as always: "I thought there would never be such a peaceful conversation between us, Captain Hirako."

"I also thought that at least I wouldn't have to see your face again until I returned to Soul Soul Realm." Osaka's accent was calm and unwavering, and there was no trace of emotional flow stemming from love or hatred in the drawn-out ending.

Hirako Mako's character is sharp and public. This kind of person may choose to hide because of a secret that cannot be made public, but he never bothers to hide his emotions.If you hate, you will face each other with swords, if you despise, you will speak contemptuously, if you are angry, you will walk away, if you are in love, you will be so calm and natural only if you don't love, hate, contempt or anger, Aizen is just Aizen, it is necessary Treat the carefully planned opponent with caution, even if he is still willing to call him Soyousuke affectionately, except for that, there is no extra emotion.

Aizen pushed the black-rimmed glasses on the bridge of the nose, the light brown iridescence with inherent gentleness seemed to be a trap that was turbulent but dangerous, trying to catch the fur with the dazzling sun and the cold light gray The beast with two eyes: "I just want to see you again."

The man leaning on the lamppost and embracing the record finally turned his head, and the corners of his mouth were raised into a half-smile: "Is one side enough? I was going to ask you to accompany me to afternoon tea. Of course, the bill you Come and bury."

The unexpected invitation only made Aizen ask another irrelevant question after a short pause: "Can Captain Pingzi wait for a while?"

"Go and come back quickly, remember to bring enough money." Pingzi waved his hand impatiently, and finally added a sentence, "If you can't pay the bill, I'll charge you to the boss to wash the teacups. "

5 minutes later……

"Souyousuke, didn't you have an affair with Matsushima Zero behind my back, didn't you?"

“…………………” Aizan, who finally broke down under the retrograde road of his own captain after a century of absence and became more and more violent, smiled helplessly, “Why does Captain Pingzi think so?”

"Husband and wife look! I don't feel like wearing a kimono, but the two of you feel exactly the same when you are dressed like this."——Exactly the same creepy.Pingzi raised his hand to pick off Lanran's bridge of nose and replaced it with Yikui, still persistently sticking to the clumsy black-rimmed glasses on the commanding heights of all the onlookers who don't know the truth, "Either you are a brother, or you are a father...you have always brought This brand of glasses?"

In Pingzi's hands were black-rimmed glasses, which were unattractive and never kept up with fashion trends even in the unchanging spirit world. There was a small unattractive gold nameplate inlaid at the end of the right temple.That is the unique symbol of KitKat Workshop, which is widely circulated in the aristocratic circle of Jinglingting for its top-level luxury and private customization. A small pair of glasses is converted into real currency from design to materials, from material selection to manual work. The last limited-edition Rolls-Royce is definitely the best, but the shape of this mini sports car that can be mounted on the nose is a bit frustrating.The last birthday present that Mako Hirako gave Aizen was a pair of northwest wind that could make a captain drink for half his life. The appearance is not obvious, but in fact, every part fully demonstrates the elegance, elegance and luxury of Jinglingting aristocrats. Corrupt life taste, low-key show off wealth and extravagant luxury.

"It's amazing, Soyousuke. I thought I was the only one who could force that stubborn old man, Taiichi Funako, to make such a thing with vulgar taste and low aesthetics." ——Although Sister Hirako, your Kansai accent is definitely from the heart Sincerity and no falsehood, but are you admiring the omnipotent mastery of the villain BOSS in such a sincere praise, or are you lamenting from the bottom of your heart that the BOSS can endure what can't be tolerated and endure it for many years? It is even more distorted than the seriously skewed three views aesthetic taste?

Allowing the former immediate boss to take off the mascot Lord who has become famous in the entire Jingling Court, women and children, and is more famous than the half body of the soul of the battle partner who is inseparable from the waist, Aizen just lowered his eyes and said with a quiet smile: "The pair sent by Captain Pingzi needs to be kept well."

"That's not a reason why you can justifiably embezzle public funds!" As the former captain of the fifth division, Pingzi's sister, expressed her incomprehensible amorous feelings. That's not how you lost!

But the problem is... In fact, the priceless token of love you gave to the BOSS back then was embezzled from public funds, okay?Only the state officials are allowed to set fire and the people are not allowed to light the lamps. Even if this object is aimed at the BOSS, it is very frustrating.

"... Soyousuke, you seem very happy?"

"That's because I found out that you, Captain Hirako, haven't changed at all."

"After paying the bill, it's not too late to draw such a conclusion, Soyousuke."

"Hay, Captain Hirako."

The author has something to say:

I have the illusion that the boss will automatically become loyal when he meets Hirako.