[Comprehensive] The god judge goes to the ice and three points of sweetness

The rain was dripping, and before Song Si got up, he saw the wheelchair on the side. It was well-made, and Hasebe proudly stood in front of Song Si, with an expression that wanted to be encouraged. look forward to.

"Very good, but that doesn't mean I can't go." Song Si stretched out his hand and patted the wheelchair.

He doesn't need this thing, it looks so weak.

On the third day, Yue Zong looked closely at Song Si's half-pay, and his eyes fell on the bandage on Song Si's waist: "If your wound is torn, I'm afraid this medicine will be a bit more painful."

This simply hit Song Si's weakness, he looked at Yaken Toshiro beside him, got an affirmative answer, no matter how helpless he was, he also sat on it.

Just like that, a heater was stuffed in his hand.

Just a few steps away, the rain became heavier and heavier, hitting the umbrellas held above the two of them with a loud smashing sound.

"Please teach me to be a qualified ghost!"

That day the boy on the street knelt in the front hall, loudly expressing his determination. Hijikata Suisan looked at the child in front of him with a pipe in his mouth. The stubborn look of that child was very much like the chief secretary at that time.

Is it okay to turn a child into another Okita?

"That one is here..." Yamazaki Takumi whispered in Hijikata Toshizo's ear.

Hijikata Toshisan looked at the child under the heavy rain: "For the sake of the chief executive, you barely passed." After speaking, he got up and walked out: "Go and receive the future benefactor."

The person in front of him was dressed heavily, his body was wrapped in several layers, and he was holding a heater in his hands. His face was extremely pale, but with a slight redness and a touch of sickly beauty. His eyebrows and eyes were delicate, but he was not at all like Mr. Okita. As said, kill without blinking an eye.

"Excuse me, can we go in?" Sanri Yuezong smiled gently, his hunting clothes were cleaned and tidy, and at first glance he looked like a kind person: "My lord is not in good health, I'm afraid he can't stay in the rain for a long time."

"Please come in."

Song Si pursed his lips, lowered his head, looking sleepy, and Tufang Suisan raised his eyebrows, but agreed with Sanri Yue Zongjin's statement, and moved in.

When he was about to go in, Toshisan Hijikata heard the voice of the man in the wheelchair: "Smoking is not good, you will die sooner."

The voice was so hoarse that it could be called unpleasant. With a pipe in his hand, Toshisan Hijikata knocked on the door with his hands and the corners of his mouth twitched. It seemed that this person was not easy to get along with.

The wheelchair moved slowly, the sound of rubbing on the ground merged with the sound of rain hitting the umbrella, Tu Fang turned his head to look, but there was only a back figure left, habitually wanting to hold the cigarette holder, but suddenly remembered Song For wanton words, he sighed, but in the end he still extinguished the fire.

The house had been tidied up, and when Song Si arrived at the house, other swords were stuffed into the bed, for fear that he would receive the slightest wind, and he was a little bit protective of endangered animals.

The oven on the side was burning there, and there were tea and tea cakes within reach, which were very hot, which made Song Si break out in a thin layer of sweat.

"Are you going to sleep now?" Wu Hutui looked in at the door with the little tiger in his arms, holding a story book in his hand, which contained some simple stories about Andy's life. I don't know where the child got it .

Song Si put down the stove in his hand, looked at Wu Hutui, waved his hand, Wuhutui trotted to Song Si's side, sat aside, then looked at Song Si with a big smile: "Can you give Shall I tell a story?"

The little red riding hood and the big bad wolf painted in the storybook made Song Si a little helpless, but he still took it from Wuhutui's hand. Fortunately, there were no painted patterns in it, just black and white characters, a simple storybook, which made him Song Si breathed a sigh of relief.

His voice wasn't very pleasant, but when he was reading, his cadences and rhythms made the story seem thrilling and exciting. Five Tigers retreated and lay on the table next to Song Si, quietly watching Song Si's opening and closing mouth.

Five Tigers retreated to think, this is why he likes his master so much, those guys who hurt the master are all bastards.

Standing at the door, Sanri Yuezong held a bowl of strong ginger tea in his hand to prevent Song Si from getting worse after catching a cold, but he heard a faint narration voice inside.

In this case, it's better not to disturb easily, Sanri Yuezong looked down at the ginger tea in his hand, shook his head, and let the presser heat it up again later.

Turning his head, Sanri Yuezong was stunned, and then looked at the person in front of him with a slight smile: "Are you here to see the Lord?"

Chief Secretary Okita shook his head, Okita in normal clothes looked much softer, he moved closer to Song Si: "Just to see what else is needed here."

Sanri Yuezong frowned, listening to the faint sound of reading inside: "It should be gone, everything here is fine."

Okita didn't say a word, he said that's good, and then sat obediently in the courtyard, listening to the story, gradually, the voice became smaller and smaller, and then a slight cough came into Okita's ears.

He wanted to go in and take a look, but was patted on the shoulder by the person behind him, turned his head to look, Sanri Yue Zongjin waved his hand gently at him, the ginger tea in his hand was already warmed up, he said with a gentle smile: "Let's I'll go, I heard that a team is going on tour today, I'm afraid it will be soon, it's time for you to prepare."

Song Si closed the book, and the five tigers on the side closed their eyes and started snoring a little. They looked so cute. Song Si gently put the child in the bed beside him. The child was still young. His hands tightly clutched Song Si's sleeves, so that Song Si couldn't get away from him.

"It turns out that your storytelling is so interesting."

Looking at the harmonious two people in front of him, Sanri Yuezong squinted his eyes, and put the ginger tea in Song Si's hands: "Yakuken Fujishiro made it for you, and told me to watch you finish it."

Song Si sat there, covering his mouth and coughing so hard that his face was flushed, and glared fiercely at Sanri Yue Zongjin in front of him. Although this person helped to deal with most of the matters, this person treated him like a Good baby.

The pungent smell of ginger entered Song Si's nose, and he wished he could have disgust written all over his body.

Under Sanri Yuezong's encouraging eyes, Song Si finally took it.

Before Song Si could speak, Sanri Yue Zongjin took out a silver needle on his own, shook it lightly in the bowl, then smiled and pushed Song Si's hand holding ginger tea to Song Si's mouth : "Drink it, it's not poisonous."

"..." I don't know why, he took this thing for granted, but it made him feel awkward when others did it. It was strange to say that Song Si found that that person actually took it for granted than he did. Some.

The taste of ginger tea was very bad, it was very offensive to drink, but his whole body became warm, Song Si shook his body, narrowed his eyes, and let out a comfortable sigh.

"How is Niu Ruomaru?" Song Si twisted the quilt on Wuhutui's body, looked up at Sankai Yuezong, with slight doubt in his big watery eyes, Sankai Yuezong was stunned for a moment, and said with a smile: " It's nothing, but the weather is cold, I have a little cold recently, and my studies have been suspended."

Children's physique has never been strong, especially Ushiwakamaru from a different time and space.

Song Si coughed twice, looked at the ginger tea in his hand, and with the idea that a dead fellow Taoist would never die a poor man, he said, "Give Niu Ruowan a portion of this as well, it's good to warm up."

"Okay." Sanri Yue Zongjin agreed, but just put away the empty bowl, just about to get up and leave, when he saw Song Si staring at him closely, he was stunned for a while, but he didn't remember that he had forgotten anything.

Seeing the completely unconscious Sankaiyue holding the tea bowl, Song Si reminded, "Jin Pingtang."

Ah, and this thing.

With a smile in Sanriyue's eyes, she made a Jinpingtang out of her sleeve like a magic trick, and stuffed it into Song Si's hand.

"Three." Song Si bargained unrelentingly, with an orderly tone, but saw the man wave his hand and shake his sleeves, showing that he would not take out half of them now: " Hahaha this is not okay, have you forgotten that you are still changing your teeth?"

Song Si closed his mouth unwillingly, looked at Sanri Yuezong for nearly half the salary, lifted the quilt, lay down in it, and then covered his head, not giving Sanri Yuezong any face, and resisted this man's behavior in disguise.

Song Si's body temperature was very low, but coal was burning in the house, the temperature was a bit hot for ordinary people, so when Song Si lay down under the quilt, he squeezed a five-tiger retreat into his arms. .

The child felt the low temperature and soft touch of the human body, buried his head on Song Si's chest and rubbed it, then whimpered, and fell asleep sweetly, just like the time in Honmaru just now, the child never set up defenses against him, And never knew how to please him.

When Sanri Yuezong was about to gently pull the quilt away, the two of them were already sleeping soundly hugging each other. For some reason, Sanri Yuezong looked at the scene in front of him, and it was extremely unpleasant, so he carefully moved the five tigers in Song Si's arms back. He pulled it out and carried it back to the dagger's house.

I don't know if it was because of the ginger tea, but Song Si started to sweat, and his forehead was covered with sweat. When Sanriyue came back, Song Si kicked the quilt to his feet, and pressed it firmly with one leg, in a somewhat awkward sleeping position. Ugly, but surprisingly fun.

This is the first time Sanri Yuezong has seen this person not lying there in a proper manner. He took two steps forward and knelt down in front of Song Si. The half moon in his eyes looked very beautiful, and it matched the moon on the hunting clothes. .

Before Yue Zong was about to cover Song Si's feet back with the quilt on the third day, he heard the noise outside, saw Song Si's eyes opened instantly, and he pulled Song Si's feet to remove the hand holding the quilt .

In that moment, time freezes.

His actions just now were really indecent, and he looked like a bastard plotting evil.

When Director Okita saw Mikazuki Munekin again, he saw the deep and shallow scratches on his face, as well as the dripping blood on his hands, he paused, tilted his head and asked, "What are you doing?" Was hunted down by the enemy?"

Sanri Yuezong was a little helpless, sighed, waved his hands, and turned his head to look at Song Si's room.

Almost all the knives were thrown on him, his mobility was not as powerful as the short knives, and there was nothing he could do if he got a wound on his body. Sanri Yuezong can still feel the touch of any knives piercing his hands, it is simply terrible.

The one who didn't listen to the explanation not only threw him countless knives, but also deprived him of the right to enter the inner room.

Director Okita recalled the knife he saw that day and was buried in Mikazuki Munekin's hair, the corner of his mouth twitched, and he asked, "Did you offend that person?"

"That's right." Sanri Yuezong made a salute to Director General Okita, a little helpless in his pampering.

When Mikazuki Munechi bowed, Okita Souji saw the main body pinned to Mikazuki Munekin's waist, such a beautiful knife body was much more beautiful than his California Kiyomitsu.

"Can you take a look?" Director Okita stretched out his hand and pointed to his waist, his face full of excitement, wishing he could snatch it up and take a closer look. For a group of warriors like them, a good sword can attract enough interest , and Souji Okita.

Mikazuki Zongjin turned his head and looked at his waist, put the plate aside with a smile, untied the main body and handed it to Okita.

The sharp blade was pulled out by Okita, and if told by Okita Souji, this is probably the most beautiful sword he has ever seen, just like a crescent moon, just like the person in front of him.

He waved it casually twice, and when he heard the sound of the blade cutting through the air, Director Okita smiled with satisfaction, put the blade back into the scabbard, and was a little reluctant to return it to Mikazuki Zongjin: "It's really a good knife."

"Thank you for the compliment." Mikazuki Zongjin had a smile in his eyes and a gentle face, which reminded Mr. Okita of the kind expressions of those elderly people, the corners of his mouth twitched and he blinked.

There was a child running in the corridor beside him, humming and humming in small steps, his red hair was unusually dazzling, he muttered some words of complaint in his mouth, Souji Okita raised his eyebrows, and became interested: " Then I won't bother you."

Song Si was sitting in the back room, he didn't feel sleepy at all, he just acted subconsciously, but he knew in his heart that the man was just covering his feet with the quilt, but his hands had already acted without going through his brain.

Rubbing his aching head, he was completely beaten back before he came to Honmaru. This kind of extremely high vigilance may have caused a gap for other swords to attack him, but there was nothing he could do about it.

"Can I come in?" The person at the door knocked lightly, with a unique and elegant voice, Song Si pursed his lips, helped his heart that was still beating vigorously just now, and called in.

Song Xian Kanesada smiled faintly, holding a book in his hand, ran to Song Si from the door, and put the book in front of Song Si: "There has been no battle here recently, so I wrote a haiku. I'll bring it to you to have a look."

Although Song Si knew a little about that kind of poetry, he didn't like it at all, but after all, he always remembered him when he wrote something.

"Take a look."

It seems that a lot of thought has been spent. Most of the haiku here are after he followed him. Although they rhyme, they were written so intuitively, which surprised Song Si a lot.

Seeing Song Si's expression, Kasen Kanesada knew that this one was very satisfied, and when Song Si finished reading and returned the haiku book to him, he waved his hand and refused: "Take it as a gift for you. "

Song Si was stunned for a while, then put the haiku book in a cabinet beside him, and evened out the creases on the book.

Gexian Kanesada got up: "Then I won't bother you." Gexian Kanesada just stood up and saw behind Song Si, the pair of words with his name still hanging on the wall, showing his respect for them. The intention of the group of swords.

When he walked out, Kasen Kanesada had a smile on his face, and he quickly agreed when he took Yamato Moran and pushed him to the practice field, but Yamato Moran was stunned.

"It's okay. Just now, the master gave me the meal money for this week, and I have to hand it over to Mr. Hijikata. You wait here for me for a while."

Kasen Kanesada held a small purse of gold leaves in his hand. Seeing Hijikata Toshizo and Okita Souji who was sitting behind him to give Hijikata Toshizo a massage, he nodded for half the salary, knelt down and was about to calculate the food needs here After spending money, I saw a child walking tremblingly holding a bowl of tea.

The child was only interested in seeing if the tea had been poured out, and didn't pay much attention to the road. Before Kasen Kanesada could make a sound to remind him, he saw the child staggering and spilled all the tea on Kasen Kanesada's body.

"...Yes... I'm sorry!" The child quickly got up, and then Kasen Kanesada saw the child's face, which looked about the same size as Wuhu Tui, pursed his lips, looked at him in confusion, and was about to put The mopping rag rubbed against him.

Kasen Kanesada quickly moved away, seeing the child's eyes, Kasen Kanesada sighed: "It's okay, I'll just wash off this little tea when I go back, don't worry about it."

The corner of Tsujikata Suisan's mouth twitched, the person in front of him was a little bookish, although his temper could be said to be good, but there was a little more impatience in his eyes, when he turned his head to look at him, he hid his impatience very well , Yuan smiled gently: "Then let's continue to discuss."

This group of people doesn't seem to be anything to provoke.

I don't know if it was because of the rain yesterday, but the smell of fresh grass in the air is very strong, and it smells very comfortable. Yaken Toshiro checked the recovery status of the wound on Song Si's waist, and acquiesced that Song Si wanted to breathe outside the hospital Fresh air views.

The little bandit sat at the door, looking at the members of the Shinsengumi in front of him, with unfriendly eyes, like the most vicious little tiger of the Five Tigers, who wanted to hack all the members of the Shinsengumi in front of him to death with a sharp sword.

This small picture amuses more members of the Shinsengumi. After all, the little bandit is still young, and he is laughing at the little bandit chatteringly. There are still a few people who are interested in going forward to tease the kid, but they have not acted yet. , and saw a person pushing a wheelchair sitting in front of the child.

The people in front of the child obviously came from bad backgrounds. Although there was no hatred in the eyes of the child when looking at them, it was endless stagnant water. Only then did the smiles of the members of the Shinsengumi froze on their faces. They looked at each other and shrugged. He shrugged his shoulders, said a few words of trouble, but all of them left.

"What are you doing here?" Song Si raised his eyebrows to look, but was thrown into his arms by the child, and he said angrily, "The sword that cut you came from Hijikata Toshizo, so the people here are nothing nice one."

This kind of simplicity, black is black, white is white, Song Si sighed, there is probably no gray in this child's world, this child is too simple.

"That's all." Song Si raised his eyebrows and looked at the dry well not far outside, he stretched out his finger and pointed to it: "How about pushing me to sit there?"

The little bandit was not very tall, and he had some difficulty pushing the wheelchair, but he continued to push the wheelchair forward until he pushed Song Si to the dry well not far away, and climbed to the tall tree by himself. Come on, sit down like this.

"I will protect you well in the future." The little bandit's words were still in his ears, and the corner of Song Si's mouth curled up slightly.

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