Thirty Mulberry

What? "

"It's your fault!" Okita said, "After going out like this today, how dare I let you stay alone with Xiaoyi again."

Hijikata looked up at Saito who pushed the door and came in, then bowed his head and went about his own business.He smeared a piece of the potion on the back of his hand, raised his hand and smelled it, and said, "That little pig in Chongtian protects food and food to death, and you don't know it. Or is your skin itchy and you have to find a beating?"

Saito's nose was blue and his eyes were swollen, but his calmness made him not look embarrassed at all. He said: "Miss Xiaochun asked me to help. I also let Okita know that Miss Xiaochun is a lovely girl, and she will let others The man is thinking about it."

"The two captains of the new selection team beat a woman with black eyes and blue eyes, so it's not shameful enough to spread the word?" Hijikata seemed to have a sour apricot in his mouth: "Aren't you afraid that the 'fake show is real' will fall in love with her? "

Saito said: "No. Miss Xiaochun said I was her 'gami'."

"Gai Mi?" Tu Zhai frowned, "What is 'Gai Mi'? Give me money? Recently, the team's funds are very tight. If you give me money, I can make a 'Gai Mi' for Miss Xiaochun." of."

Tufang thought: "Miss Xiaochun's money is actually Okita's money. To do a 'gaimi' is to take out of Okita's pocket. Think about it carefully, this is a good deal."

Saito looked out through the open window into the night.It was around this time last night, Xiaochun was sitting on the porch, Saito was standing beside her, holding the knife on his waist, and said: "Even if it's not helping Miss Xiaochun, teasing Okita is also my hobby. Just one thing Please, I want to know where the earth and I end up?"

Xiaochun was surprised and said: "Mr. Saito, do you regard me as a prophet? Although I am from the Qing Dynasty, I have not dabbled in divination and fortune-telling."

"But I think Miss Xiaochun can see the future." Saito cast his eyes on her.

The radiance of the moonlight on an autumn night is a bit cold, chilling one's hands and feet.Xiaochun lowered her eyes and pressed her face against the pillar.The more she hid back, the more the moonlight shone into her heart, illuminating the preordained answer brightly.

"Saito-kun, I don't know why you have such an idea." Xiaochun paused, "However, looking at your face, Saito-kun, you are blessed with a long life."

"Where's Hijikata?" Saito asked.

"Saito-kun," Xiaochun smiled reluctantly. Life is full of lies, but lying is definitely not the original intention of human beings. "You are really embarrassing me. I am really not a prophet!"

"Well," Saito said to himself, "I seem to know."

joke

Xiaochun lay at Yongcang's feet and used needle and thread to pull his culottes inwards, making a "flare" shape that was tight at the top and loose at the bottom against his legs.Bite the cotton thread with his teeth, Xiaochun got up from the ground and said: "This is 'A Fei' pants, old fashion. Only Mr. Yongcang can "HOLD" you. If you don't have a certain figure, you will be laughed at by others. .”

Yongcang is not particularly tall, but he is in good shape, with a bee waist and a monkey back, and well-proportioned muscles.The 80s "A Fei flared trousers" remodeled by Xiaochun made his buttocks, which were almost antique, stand out.There was a burst of applause from the crowd.Even Saito, who has always had little emotion, sighed.

Chong Tianfei, who was squatting under the stage, almost burst out laughing, and he blew a "rogue whistle". The "rogue whistle" was taught by Xiao Chun.

The Chinese New Year is approaching, and the Shinsengumi will hold a theatrical performance within the Shinsengumi. Two teams will form a group to present a program.Yongcang and the others know that Xiaochun has a lot of ideas. Although his behavior and speech are a bit strange and weird, it is precisely because of this that he can win by surprise.So he asked Okita to bring Xiaochun to them to program the program.At first, Xiaochun asked them to act in a stage play called "Midnight Singing", but later found that it was too difficult, so she changed it to "Midnight Chicken Crowing".

Xiaochun held a roll of drawing paper in his hand, like a talented but nervous director, spread his five fingers, pushed Yongcang to the ground, and told the play: "Mr. Yongcang, you just have to keep saying 'I'm not "Chicken thief", "I'm not a chicken thief", just these two lines are enough. The main expression is death as home, and death is better than submission. It must be whiny. If the words are too correct, it won't stand out, what I want is' Contrast cute'."

Xiaochun turned her head and said to Saito: "Saito-kun, you beat Yongcang-kun with a stick and shouted: 'You scream! You scream! No one will come to rescue you even if your throat is broken. "

"Do you understand?" Xiaochun raised one arm, as if holding a baton, and drew a beautiful arc in the air, "Start."

Yongcang is an "old member" of Fengyue place, super talented in acting, immediately entered the scene, squeezed his throat and called out softly: "I'm not a chicken thief, I'm not a chicken thief." Putting his fists together on his chin At the end, he blinked cutely at Saito, and let out a lot of current.

Saito carried the stick on his shoulder, spit out the smoke, and looked at the hooligan leader with his chin on his face: "You are screaming! You are screaming! No one will come to rescue you even if your throat is broken."

Xiaochun complained to Okita in private that Yongcang is a "friend of women", not a "friend of girls".So his coquettish performance today is really in place.Okita stood up from the ground and blew the "hooligan whistle" to the stage, shhhhhhhhhhhh

His trouble made Yongcang quit, he jumped up from the stage, put one leg on the ground, and put the other leg to the side, tilted his body and hooked his fingers at Chong Tian: "Director, you can do what you want! "

Saito added fuel and vinegar to the side: "Xinpachi, don't embarrass brother Okita, he is a 'boy boy', and he can feel it without you. Would you let him come on stage to lie down?"

Okita looked around to see if there was anything worthy of his hand, and beat Saito to shit.

Saito frowned, and said, "I'm going to the latrine. Brother Okita's low-level whistle made me want to go to the latrine."

Xiaochun rested his elbow on Okita's shoulder, crossed one foot over the other's instep, and said, "How about it, brother Zongsi, does this play have 'connotation'?"

Okita gave her two thumbs up, saying the words learned from Xiaochun: "Way Rui Wai Rui Wai Rui, Goode!"

Waiting for Saito not to come back for a long time, but hearing the noise outside.A member of the first team ran in and reported to Okita: "Captain, Captain Saito is fighting with a member of another team."

Okita straightened his body and became serious: "What's going on?"

The team member said: "The new team member touched... Captain Saito's ass in the latrine!"

"Ah——" Okita jumped up, "The new kid may have ulterior motives in coming to the 'Shinsengumi'. Why isn't 'masculinity' banned in the team?"

Yongcang on the side snorted, and said, "Prohibition of 'masculinity', the first thing the deputy chief wants to punish is his own life."

"Fuck, fuck/his uncle, grandma is a bear..." Okita scolded sneakily.There are few curse words in Japan, and there is only one "Baga" and "Eternal Immortality".He learned many fresh but time-honored curse words from Xiaochun, almost replacing his mother tongue.

Okita looked around for something he could handle: "Damn it, dare to hit Xiaoyi! Only I can beat Xiaoyi."

Extra five

The sound of the rain is murmuring, like living by the stream, I would rather it rains every day, thinking that you don’t come because of the rain——Zhang Ailing

Xiaochun sat on her little bed with her legs crossed, resting her chin on her knees, her eyes following her mother's figure turning around.

Her mother flipped through her in-season and changing clothes, keeping them in her handy closet drawer.The spring clothes had been stored in the attic cloakroom for the winter, and the cotton shirts were neatly folded and pressed into thin pieces.However, after only a short winter, the clothes are a little old, and the creases on the sleeves and back make it very homely, with a proper but feminine atmosphere.It's the smell of chaff.

Except for wine, there is nothing old in this world that is not annoying.

While arranging her clothes, her mother said to her: "Mom and Dad will come back to see you! You are dead, but our love for you will not change just because your dad and I are separated. Do you know? Chunchun."

Xiaochun pursed her mouth, her nose seemed to be filled with a small bag of vinegar, it was very sour, and tears flowed down her face: "Mom..."

This year, she is still vague about her own small family in the future.Just because the future is far away, there is a long blank space, and it is inevitable to fly into some colorful ideal dreams.And the fact that her father's cheating led to her mother's divorce was like a small chisel, chipping away at her future fantasies.She lay curled up on the bed, hugging herself tightly, sniffling and sniffling.

Mom took out a plate of incense from a small lavender box and lit it in a small, delicate incense burner: "These days are cloudy and humid, so light a plate of incense to get rid of the smell."

She turned around and saw Xiaochun lying on the bed with her eyes closed.Mom walked to the bed, pulled the blanket over her body, and patted her on the back lightly: "Chunchun, Mom and Dad will always love you...Chunchun...Mom is sorry for you..." Her voice stopped He stopped, and only dared to let tears wet his eyes when his daughter was asleep.

Xiao Chun heard the footsteps leaving quietly and the sound of closing the door gently, and opened her eyes.She looked up at the framed photos on the bedside table. One was a single photo of her, and the other was her parents holding her, holding her in the middle with four hands.She stretched out her hand and touched the cold glass of the photo frame with her fingertips, the beautiful years that will never come back after the glass...

Blue misty smoke floated out of the censer, lazily curling up and floating upwards.

Xiaochun was awakened by the strong sunlight. She opened her eyes and covered the sun with one hand, talking to herself