[Gintama] Mr. Songyang that day

In the early morning, Kabukicho was drizzling with icy drizzle.

Songyang stepped on the stone road that was thinly submerged by the rain, holding a paper umbrella in one hand and a vegetable basket in the other, and walked slowly towards the gymnasium.

Of course, her eldest disciple was still overly worried as always, and refused to let her go out alone.

Songyang also couldn't think of a way, so he could only make his voice soft and soft, hoping that his big disciple's rock-like attitude would also soften.

Facing her, the gray-haired man faltered for a while and then blushed his entire face, his lips moved and he couldn't speak, and he lowered his head for a long time to make a silent compromise.

It was beyond her expectation that it would work like this.

...Speaking of which, is this season really hot enough to make your head smoke?

The wooden clogs step on the water surface to bring out silky ripples, and then quietly hide in the puddles.

Before it was time to go to work, the street was deserted, and the only sounds on the entire road were her crisp footsteps and the sound of raindrops splashing on the stone surface.

Walking through the last turning intersection, Songyang was slightly taken aback and stopped.

In the corner of the alley before entering the courtyard of the gymnasium, curled up was a silver-haired man who was drenched in rain, his white kimono with blue patterns was covered with mud spots, and his curly white hair was also dirty and messed up. , covering the entire face tightly, neither his appearance nor his sobriety can be seen clearly.

Songyang stopped and watched for a while, then walked over slowly.

In Kabukicho, it is common to see men who lie on the ground dizzy and sleep until dawn after getting drunk. Matsuyo has also met it, so it is not too surprising.

Most of these people are addicted to alcohol because of unsatisfactory work and life, trying to escape reality. In my impression, her blond second disciple also had such a decadent moment, so she just sighed in understanding, put the umbrella on top of each other's head, and covered the wet and cold The rainwater is isolated from this quiet space.

"Mr. Samurai? If you lie down again, it will be bad if you catch a cold and get sick?"

I don't know why... She was a stranger, but his miserable appearance made her heart ache slightly.

——Is it a memory that is so sad that you want to throw yourself in this cold emptiness and don't want to come out?

When she squatted down and tried to push the strange warrior's shoulder to wake him up, she didn't smell alcohol on him, and the temperature from her fingertips was unusually hot, she realized that the man lying here might be homeless Gui, who was frozen by Yiyehan again until he had a fever, so his tone became more urgent.

"Mr. Samurai? You are sick, you can't continue to lie in the rain."

The other party didn't respond, he must be sick to the point of unconsciousness, Songyang had no choice but to put the umbrella and the vegetable basket under the eaves of the gate of the yard, and then helped the man who was paralyzed on the ground half resist and half hug, He dragged him into the room and called on the big disciple to come out and help him.

"Teacher, this is..."

He found that his teacher picked up a strange man when he came back from buying some vegetables, he was stunned for a while, and then hurried forward to help Song Yang help the wet man to lie down on the bed in the guest room.

Song Yang came over with a dry towel and wiped off the sticky rainwater on the man's face, only then did he see his face clearly.

...somewhat like golden hour.

The most obvious difference is that one has blond straight hair and the other has silver curly natural hair, but otherwise their faces are almost identical.

Even strangers who have never met before, maybe because of this reason, there will be some intimacy.

Wipe the dry towel until it drips, and exchange for a hot towel to put on the forehead. Songyang frowned, seeing that the man's clothes were still seeping water, she couldn't help but feel a little bit worried, and felt like asking her big disciple to change his clothes Not quite right.

Hazy roughly guessed what his teacher was worried about. Although he still hadn't figured out the ins and outs of the matter, he still thoughtfully invited Songyang out of the guest room, took off the strange man's shirt twice, and fetched his own. Change clothes.

... Seriously, has the scope of the teacher picking up people evolved from a child to an adult man?

After all, it was an unfamiliar face. Although this person looked like some unsightly blond junior, I couldn't figure out why the teacher brought back the sick strange man.

never will be...

The gray eyes were slightly cold.

He closed the sliding door and exited the guest room, found Songyang in the kitchen who was trying to boil the soup for fever, and asked in a deep voice.

"Does the teacher know that man?"

"I don't know him, but I happened to bump into it nearby on the way back—ah! The vegetables and umbrella are still at the gate of the yard!"

Songyang exclaimed, the porcelain bowl in his hand couldn't stop shaking, he was so frightened, he simply reached out to grab it, a little bit regretful that he easily agreed to let Songyang help him share the housework.

The teacher is always reckless, and now he has lost his self-healing ability, which is really not reassuring.

Having said that, he also knows that he has no resistance to the teacher's coquettishness. When he sees the teacher's cute expression, he stutters to the point of being unable to speak. This is probably his unchangeable weakness.

The fever-reducing medicine was boiled on the stove until it boiled and bubbled. He was thinking about how to give medicine to a sleepy strange man. Songyang ran in with his whole body wet and carrying a vegetable basket. He shrank his neck from the cold and caught off guard. Sneezed.

"Hey... I actually will..."

Is this what it feels like to be sick in humans?

Songyang was a little surprised to feel the slightly warm touch on his forehead. Seeing this situation, his complexion suddenly darkened. He hugged Songyang up and down in a hurry, and put him in the bathroom, urging her to take a bath and change clothes.

"If the teacher doesn't care about his body like this again, I will be angry."

It was rare for his docile senior disciple to show a serious expression to her, Songyang knew he was wrong, and obediently nodded to show that he would pay attention.

She had just taken off the drenched outer feathers when her eldest disciple took a step back, put down the clean clothes he had prepared for her, quickly turned around and rushed out, and slammed the wooden door of the bathroom shut.

Songyang was stunned for a while when he heard the movement, and belatedly realized something that he never noticed.

When the disciples were picked up, they were all children. After many years, they have grown up to the age of adult men. Isn't it somewhat inappropriate to get used to getting along with each other as intimately as before?

Thinking of what Jin Shi had talked to her that night, Songyang sighed in the steaming tub.

Jin Shi... After leaving that strange question, he never came to the gym to see her again.

Even though he changed back to his cheerful smile after he finished asking, he explained insincerely that he just asked casually and had no other meaning, and before she could speak, he disappeared into the night without looking back.

As of today, it has been a whole week since I met Jin Shi.

Find time to visit him?still……

Messy thoughts flashed through her mind, and Songyang only came back to his senses when the water gradually cooled down, and hurriedly got up and changed his clothes.

When she walked out of the bathroom, she met Xu closing the sliding door of the guest room expressionlessly, and turned her head to see her with a very strange expression.

"Is Mr. Samurai inside awake?"

Xu Xu gave her a look of "are you playing some idiot game again?" and then walked away. It seems that he doesn't intend to speak today.

Songyang knew that Xuxu would not answer her, so he took a few steps forward and opened the sliding door of the guest room to have a look.

The strange Mr. Samurai was still lying unconscious, with the quilt covering his chest, and his soaked clothes were removed and put aside.The stove in the middle of the guest room was emitting warm steam, and in the rainy summer low pressure, the atmosphere in the room was stuffy and suffocating.

Song Yang slightly opened the window facing the yard, the rustling sound of sliding glass seemed to disturb the man lying on the bed, when she turned her head, she met the pair of pale red pupils that opened suddenly Eye.

"Mr. Samurai? Are you feeling better?"

The strange samurai looked a little unconscious.

Songyang walked over and squatted down beside the bed, took off the towel covering his forehead, tested the temperature of his forehead with the back of his hand, and breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that the sickly hotness had subsided.

The man's sight burst out with an unusually strong brilliance when he first collided with her, but perhaps because he heard the alienation in her words, the brilliance quickly dissipated, leaving only a blank and dead silence in his eyes, but he still stared stubbornly at her. She didn't blink.

Songyang was a little confused by him, blinked his eyes in confusion, and asked softly.

"Why is Mr. Samurai looking at me like that?"

Did I remind you of someone important?Why did you show me that look of despair as if you were abandoned by someone?

The other party pursed his lips tightly without any intention of replying, and his face looked a bit embarrassed.He only moved his shoulders slightly, the arms hidden under the quilt struggled as if he was about to get up, and it seemed that he was in a state of de-stressing and it was difficult to exert the strength to support his body, so his shoulders drooped slumped.

The pair of red eyes staring at her also moved out of the window as he turned his head, and there was an indescribable silence on the side facing her.

Songyang also couldn't guess what was going on in his heart, so he explained to him in a gentle voice when he had some scruples because he was in an unfamiliar environment.

"Mr. Samurai fell ill in front of my house, so I brought you back for the time being. I'm not a suspicious person—ah, I should introduce myself first. My name is Yoshida Shoyo, and this is my gym. "

She waited for a while, but she didn't get a response, and she wasn't surprised. She wanted to let the other party rest at ease, and planned to change a hot towel. Just after taking a few steps, a man's hoarse, almost tearing voice came from behind.

"why……"

Song Yang was startled, and turned around.

The silver-haired strange samurai stared at her with a complex and overly heavy expression.

The voice was dry and astringent.

"...Don't know me, why did you bring a stranger like me back..."

Songyang pressed his lower lip to answer.

"Well, there is Mr. Samurai lying in front of his house who is seriously ill. Of course he will lend a helping hand."

The man seemed dissatisfied with the answer, frowning, the corners of his lips drawn into a straight line.

His throat must have been tortured by a high fever, and it was difficult to speak. His throat seemed to be tightened by invisible strings, and he was struggling to squeeze out clear words from the crack.

"Are you so unsuspecting towards everyone..."

Guessing that the other party was expressing concern awkwardly, Songyang bent his lips towards him, trying to comfort the anxiety that he couldn't hide in his words.

"Mr. Samurai, don't underestimate me. Dangerous guys don't dare to approach here—"

"So... wouldn't it be better to send it to the hospital directly, why should you bother with me..."

I don't know why the other party is obsessed with this problem, Songyang saw that he started coughing after saying a few words, hurriedly fetched a glass of water, helped him sit up and fed him water, and patted his back lightly to let him breathe.

——Even though she was a stranger who had never met before, why did this despair make her feel heavy?

The silver-haired man drank a glass of water in silence, put down the glass, kept his head down, and asked again in a hoarse voice.

"If you don't know me... why did you bring me back?"

It sounded like he was already enduring unspeakable pain.

Songyang was a little dazed by his question, unable to answer for a while, and then hesitantly answered after a long while.

"There seems to be no special reason..."

Was his own answer particularly important to him?

"Maybe...Mr. Samurai makes me feel very kind."

It's not because Mr. Samurai looks very similar to her blond disciple.Strange to say, just the moment I saw him, I felt that I couldn't let him go.

"...Although I don't remember seeing Mr. Samurai, has Mr. Samurai seen me somewhere? Or Mr. Samurai has heard of my name? What is Mr. Samurai's name? Maybe I can remember Woolen cloth?"

Faced with this series of questions, the man in front of her pursed his lips again, and the emotions in those red eyes were chaotically intertwined.

Song Yang patiently waited for him to organize his words, but he still didn't utter a word in the end, he just lowered his eyes without saying a word, his silver hair and curly hair were listlessly limp, and he looked aggrieved and pitiful.

——The sliding door of the guest room made a sound, and the gray-haired man walked in with anti-fever soup. Seeing Songyang staying beside the silver-haired man as expected, his gray eyes darkened slightly, and the eyes that fell on the strange warrior's face were extremely strange. Friendly, with the usual gentle and caring tone.

"The teacher is here... I brought the boiled fever-reducing soup, and the teacher also remembered to drink a bowl."

Is it just that a strange man who looks like that guy makes the teacher care so much?

The silver-haired man raised his eyelids and cast a glance at Haku with a bad expression, then looked away coldly.

"Shall I drink too?"

Song Yang looked curiously at the dark and bitter liquid in the porcelain bowl, and all kinds of weird poisons he had drunk appeared in his mind.She tried to take a sip, frowned slightly, raised her head and finished drinking, and couldn't help sighing.

"The medicine for curing the disease is actually very difficult to drink."

... No wonder Yinshi was willing to drink medicine with sugar in his mouth when he was a child—huh?Silver hour?who is this

The strange name that popped up suddenly made her startled slightly.The memory seemed to become blurred again, with a strange sense of incongruity jumping out.

...Is there something wrong?

Songyang held the porcelain bowl and stared blankly for a while.What appeared in front of his eyes was still his second disciple's straight golden hair and indifferent face.

She glanced quietly at the silver-haired samurai who was breathing heavily.Half of the other party's face was covered by silver curly hair, and the tight lip line revealed a sad feeling.

"Teacher? What's wrong?"

Hazy saw her biting the edge of the bowl and wandering, couldn't help waking her up worriedly.

Song Yang came back to his senses, suppressed the thoughts in his eyes, curled the corners of his eyes soothingly, shook the empty porcelain bowl, and said softly.

"It's just that I'm not used to the taste of the medicine—speaking of which, Mr. Samurai should also drink a bowl of antipyretic medicine."

She picked up the jug containing the medicinal soup and poured it into the empty bowl.Oboro had no time to stop, seeing the strange silver-haired man take the porcelain bowl that his teacher had just used, and drank it expressionlessly, he couldn't help turning cold.

——This guy was clearly a stranger whom he had met for the first time, but it gave him an unprecedented sense of crisis.

"Why didn't the teacher send that strange man to the hospital... Could it be because he looks like Jin Shi?"

Coming out of the guest room, Song Yang heard her senior disciple ask in a tone of disapproval, and for some reason recalled that Mr. Samurai's eager questioning, she hesitated for a while before opening her mouth.

"That Mr. Samurai... gave me a very familiar intimacy. Anyway, I still want to wait for his recovery before making a decision..."

Although it was a feeling for no reason, but looking at the face that was exactly the same as that of his own blond disciple, the emotions in his heart were completely different from those when facing the disciple.Subconsciously, she didn't want the warrior gentleman to leave.

...Sure enough, it's weird, right?

She didn't know how to explain this too delicate mood to her senior disciples. It sounded a bit like the plots in those girls' comics that she had read in Miss Baiyin's bookcase before, and it was really hard to say.

The gray-haired man tightened his brows, his eyes were still full of guard against strangers, but in his teacher's soft smile, he couldn't say anything to drive them away.

He couldn't explain why he had such a degree of vigilance and hostility towards strangers he met for the first time, but he instinctively felt uneasy about it.

——There is often a desire to grab something in my heart.

"...The teacher will always be by my side and will not abandon me, right?"

The footsteps stopped abruptly in the corridor.

The man's voice was so low that it revealed a little dull depression.

Suddenly being asked this question, Songyang was also taken aback for a moment, and answered naturally.

"Of course, I won't abandon Oboro."

—from then on being able to hold his hand again would not leave him alone.

"Why suddenly—"

"teacher."

Oboro interrupted her words.

He has always been complained by the gymnasium's children behind his back, with a paralyzed, unreasonable, and fierce face, but at this moment he seemed to have made up his mind, and the tightness between his eyebrows and eyes melted into warmth.

The light smile that raised the corners of his lips completely softened his usually tense emotions, and there was a faint glint of light in those gray eyes, and there seemed to be tenderness and nostalgia in the eyes that fell on Songyang's face.

The voice is also full of lingering and gentle love.

"Will the teacher want to be with me?"

The author has something to say: It’s the golden hour chapter~ What will happen when Song looks at silver from the perspective of a stranger~

Confession as long as I write... Ahem, the relationship line is really hard to predict