[Gintama] Mr. Songyang that day

The tall cedar landed on a soft haystack.

He was still a little dazed when he was thrown by Songyang, and he didn't react until he landed, and immediately got up to find Songyang's whereabouts.

He walked a few steps forward, and saw Songyang sitting in the moonlight with his back facing him, propping his hands on the ground.There was no light in the barn, so he could only use the moonlight to see a dazzling bright red on her sleeve from a distance.

"teacher!"

Song Yang heard the sound of his running footsteps, gritted her teeth, and breathed out the broken iron fork inserted into her arm. The blood flowed down her arm and wet most of the corner of her clothes.

Takasugi behind her could see everything clearly, she was frightened for a moment, she stayed for a few seconds before she came back to her senses, and ran to this side desperately.

"Teacher! What's wrong with you, what's wrong!"

"do not come!"

Songyang feared that he would come into contact with his own blood, so he yelled at him reflexively.

The wound on her arm was a big bloody hole at first. After the iron fork was raped, the skin tissue at the edge of the wound grew at a speed visible to the naked eye, intertwined, and finally recovered into a smooth piece. If it weren't for the blood stains, it would still be on the clothes In fact, Takasugi even thought he was delusional.

"do not come."

Songyang repeated it slowly and clearly again.

She tore off the blood-stained sleeves and corners, wiped off the blood splattered on the ground and the blood on the iron fork, held them in balls in the palm of her hand, stood up, and turned to look at the man standing behind him. A purple-haired boy who didn't say a word.

"I..."

Gao Shan saw that Songyang was standing there motionless and didn't speak anymore, so he hurried over and hugged her.

"Teacher... are you okay? Is the wound healed? Are there no other wounds?"

Song Yang stared at his eyes full of concern, and for a long while, reluctantly hooked the corners of his lips.

"I'm fine, Jinsuke..."

She touched the purple-haired boy's hair hesitantly with her uninjured hand. The boy neither dodged nor stiffened, but hugged her even more tightly.

"Hand... still hurts, teacher... I'm sorry, it's because I ran around that the teacher got hurt..."

She was already able to rest her chin on the child's shoulder, and before she knew it, the child was about to become an adult.

"It doesn't hurt...it's okay."

Gao Shan didn't answer, but gently touched her injured hand, and after confirming that everything was fine, he let her go and said calmly.

"I will take the iron fork and throw it away. The teacher will sit there and rest for a while. I will see if there are any traces on the ground. I must clean it up completely. I will also bury the piece of cloth in the teacher's hand—— "

"I'll take care of that."

Songyang subconsciously clenched the bloody cloth in his hand, not wanting Gao Shan to touch her strange blood at all.

Gao Shan nodded, and carefully checked her coat again. After confirming that there were no other bloodstains, she was still a little worried, so she simply took off her coat.

"Teacher, let's wear mine first. It's better to dispose of this outer shirt."

He had no intention of continuing to question her at all, and was as calm as if he was accustomed to her strange behavior, as if it was enough to confirm that Yoshida Shoyang was safe and sound, and everything else had nothing to do with him.

It's like this, the child has always identified a path, and will not hesitate to walk on it, even if there is an abyss in front of him, he will not stop.

But she always doesn't want people to fall into her bottomless abyss again.

As long as he doesn't ask.

Song Yang thought so.

As long as he doesn't ask anything and she doesn't say anything, at least the child can grow up safe and sound without being dragged down by her.

——Gao Sugi dug a deep pit under the haystacks in the barn, Songyang threw the coat and rags into it, and watched intently as the soil buried these unbearable things inch by inch.

That way it becomes a secret.

Takasugi brought the haystack back and covered it.Seeing that nothing was unusual, he breathed a sigh of relief and thought.

It is a secret shared by him and his teacher.

"Sakata Gintoki... does that guy know?"

Before that, he intentionally asked this question.

His teacher shook his head in a trance and said. "I didn't expect this to happen..."

"It was my fault."

He took up the subject immediately, drawing his teacher's attention to himself.

"It's all my fault. I'm too self-willed. I caused the teacher to get hurt in order to save me. I'm so guilty that I can't wait to have my seppuku—"

"Jinsuke!"

His teacher hugged him violently, his soft body pressed against his slightly stiff body.

Those white arms were wrapped around his shoulders, trembling slightly.

"Don't say such things, never, no matter what happens, you have to live, live beautifully."

There was a bit of choking between the words.

Gao Shan was stunned.His hand that was hanging by his side gently wrapped around his teacher's slender waist, quietly waiting for her mood to return to calm.

Very warm, he thought.

Whether it's the temperature radiating from the body embracing him, or the tear that slid across his cheek and fell on his shoulder, they are all so warm, flowing gently into his heart like moonlight.

So what if they're not human?

In this world, there will be no more beautiful existence than his teacher.

——On the way back, Takasugi said.

"I'll go and explain it to that guy."

Songyang was actually a little surprised that he would take the initiative to bring up such a thing.She was still worrying about how to adjust the conflict between the two, but now that Gao Shan said so, she was also relieved.

"I understand Jin Zhu's thoughts, but, don't be so impulsive next time, okay?"

"I know."

Takasugi nodded obediently.There was no embarrassment on his face.

"Even if that guy doesn't accept it, I will apologize properly."

It’s just that Yinshi is not in the house, and Gui, who is studying his homework in the study, doesn’t know where he has gone. Songyang can only let Gaoshan go to rest first, and run out to find someone by himself.

She wandered around the yard, but there was no trace of Yinshi, and finally went to the cemetery behind the village with the mentality of giving it a try, where she found Yinshi shivering in front of the tombstone.

"Silver time?"

Songyang had never seen Yinshi scared like this before. He buried his head between his legs, hugged his knees with his arms, and curled up into a ball.

"Back off, the substitute back off, Ah Yin can't see, there's nothing here, go away, go away!"

Song Yang put his hands on his shoulders, and Yin Shi let out a scream and jumped up from the ground.

"Don't eat me ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!"

"Silver time? What's the matter? It's me."

Songyang had no choice but to reach out to grab him, and when Yinshi heard her voice, he ran straight into her arms, trembling while hanging on her body with hands and feet, arching his hairy, naturally curly head towards her chest.

"Help, help, quickly take Ah Yin away, Ah Yin promises you anything, woo woo woo woo..."

Yinshi, who was almost 14 years old, was almost as tall as her shoulders, his hands and feet were slender and shrunk into a big ball, and he was shaking so badly that Songyang almost couldn't hold him, so he could only drag him towards the outside of the cemetery.

"Yinshi came to see Miss Shan?"

Yinshi buried his head without saying a word, until the two of them walked out of the cemetery, he let out a long breath as if after a catastrophe.

"A Yin is still living in the human world..."

The chest was warmed by this breath, Songyang felt uncomfortable, patted his head to make him relax, Yinshi suddenly raised his head, and stared at her for a while, then he let go of his hand in an instant, and slapped his butt sit on the floor.

He followed him back a few steps as if he was trying to cover up something, before Songyang saw his face clearly, he squatted down with his back to Songyang, the attitude of resistance was obvious.

"Please don't come here, and leave Ah Yin alone."

Songyang couldn't figure out what was going on with him, so he could only stand there with his hands folded helplessly, thinking, the more this child grows up, the more confusing he becomes.

When she saw Yin Shi, she didn't move for a long time, and she couldn't help asking him.

"What is Gintoki afraid of?"

"That's it."

Yinshi's voice sounded muffled, as if he buried his head in his arms, and the natural voice would be blurred.

"It's a double. There are always weird doubles floating around the cemetery."

"Stand-in?" Songyang was startled, before realizing it. "It's about ghosts or something—"

"Please don't say that word! It's a substitute, a substitute!"

"Okay, okay, stand-in."

Songyang didn't expect that he could see ghosts, and he was a little curious when he heard this, so he kept asking him.

"What kind of double is it like? Why did you never see Yinshi when you were with me before? Did Yinshi see ghosts when he was born or—"

"It's a stand-in!"

"Okay, okay, it's a stand-in." Songyang had no choice but to comfort him again.

She seemed to hear Yin Shi faintly sighed, and then he raised his head slightly, and his voice became clearer.

"I haven't seen these since I've been with you. You've never seen these things around you."

"That's it."

Songyang tilted his head and said melancholy. "It seems that I don't have the qualifications to be a stand-in messenger at all."

"Why, do you want to become a muscular man?"

"Well, it's not bad, I really want to try to use the platinum star to smash the silver hour into the ground inch by inch."

"Is Ah Yin's head really that easy to smash, you idiot?"

"Euntoki, who struggled in literature class, is an idiot."

"That's not because you always want to feed Ah Yin the history textbooks as food."

"Oh."

"Oh, you're so big, I'm annoying you."

"Gintoki is like a child having a temper tantrum."

"You're the blunt kid, tsk."

The two of them chatted nonchalantly until late at night. Although Songyang didn't feel sleepy, he had gotten used to human's work and rest time in the past few years, so he couldn't help yawning.

There was a rustling movement in Yinshi.

He stood up slowly, and took two steps forward. Seeing that Songyang stayed where he was, he stopped and looked at her, but his eyes didn't meet her.

"Aren't you sleepy, why don't you go?"

"Come here." Songyang trotted a few steps to catch up with him.

Yinshi always walked slowly, and soon fell a few steps behind Songyang.During private school group activities, he likes to hang slowly at the end of the line by himself, and doesn't join with the rambunctious brats in front, and doesn't like to walk with her. Songyang is never worried that he won't be able to keep up.

After all, he had followed in her footsteps from the very beginning.

From now on, he can go on like this forever, she thought.

— She had a dream that night.

In fact, Songyang seldom dreams.Her childhood memories were too far away for her to remember, and after falling into the darkness, she didn't sleep much, and most of the time she just emptied her mind and didn't think about anything.

After killing someone, she often becomes very irritable. At this time, there is no other way to resolve it except to be in a daze.

The years are too long, and the passage of time is meaningless to her and Xu. Occasionally, she will sit in a dark room for several days or even weeks, motionless, as if she is dead, but she is far away from death out of reach.

Before she came to Matsumoto Village, she didn't remember what it was like to dream in a human being, so when she dreamed for the first time in a long time, she found it very novel. After waking up, she wanted to tell Gintoki, but she couldn't think about it. Get specific content.

"Yinshi, I seem to have dreamed of you last night."

"Ah? What was Ah Yin doing in the dream? Did Ah Yin beat you?"

"Think too much." Song Yang poked his forehead with a smile, so that he could recognize the reality.

"It's impossible to do it in the silver hour now."

"You said you were dreaming!"

Yinshi curled his lips unhappily, seeing her lost in thought, he couldn't help asking again.

"So what can I get?"

"Forgot." Songyang frowned slightly distressed.

"I still remembered it when I first woke up, but now I completely forget it... It's strange."

"Dreams are like this, don't think too much. Ah Yin can't remember his own dreams clearly. He obviously thinks they are good dreams..."

"What does Yinshi's dream look like?"

Yinshi didn't know why her ears were red, and she gave her an annoyed look. "Everyone says Ah Yin doesn't remember! Idiot, idiot, idiot, Songyang."

Although his expression is not at all like forgetting what it should be.

——Songyang and Xu face each other in the dream for the second time.

Today's air is very peaceful, although the bangs are still obsessed with combing them up, but the expression is rarely warmer, and the smile is crooked, but it is really close to the same person as her——

No, they are the same person.

"Are you in a surprisingly good mood?"

Songyang greeted her gently. "Did something good happen?"

"Good thing?"

He looked at her with raised eyebrows.Song Yang looked over curiously, but couldn't figure out why the same face and hairstyle would make him look like two different people.

Probably because of Xu's evil spirit, he can forcibly make a face that is soft to the bone give out an air of dominance.

"For you, it's not certain whether it's a good thing or not. As I said earlier——"

Like a ghost, Xu stretched out his hand and tried to grab Songyang, but Songyang avoided him at the same speed, Xu didn't chase after him, but showed that meaningful expression.

"You are just an ignorant toddler who has inherited memories. You naively think that you can control everything in your body? Do you think that mask can make you clear your relationship with Naraku?"

"What exactly are you trying to say?" Songyang frowned and put his hands on the scabbard, looking alert.

Xu glanced at the scabbard covered by her sleeve, and pursed her lips.

"Want to fight me with that scabbard without a sword? It's pointless, I just want to tell you—"

(Your naivete will ruin everything one day.)

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