[Gintama] Mr. Songyang that day

——Insomnia is expected.

Song Yang stared at the empty ceiling with his eyes open, listened to the wind outside the window for a while, and finally couldn't help getting up from the bed.

She tiptoed to the door of the bedroom and pushed the sliding door lightly.Xu turned over on the small bed at the other end of the room.After confirming that Xu was not awakened by the friction sound of the sliding door sliding open, she closed the sliding door with the same strength, turned and walked into the dark corridor.

Hiding the sound of footsteps in the rustling sounds, Songyang walked around the bedroom and walked to the end of the furthest corridor without a sound, and let out the suffocated breath.

Even when she was falling asleep, the perception ability of her eldest disciple did not decline in the slightest. It was not easy to avoid his eyes and ears. Songyang shrank in the shadow of the corridor and waited for a few minutes, but did not notice anything other than the sound of the wind. Breath, the whole person finally completely relaxed.

In the past, as a murderer, life was boring, there was nothing to worry about, no need for sleep in the actual sense, and there was no insomnia. Later, when I wanted to become a human being, I had worries that made people unable to sleep.

In the future, after ten years of ups and downs, I have decided to trust my disciples. Now, I should confide in my disciples when I have concerns, but if the source of my worries is the cherished disciples, it is hard to find Those who are suitable for speaking can only find ways to resolve it by themselves.

... But walking may not help either.

She paced back and forth a few times in the corridor on the other side, then wandered into the kitchen to drink water, and when she slipped into the corridor again, she suddenly heard continuous sounds of tossing and turning not far away.

Following the movement, he reached the door of the guest room where Mr. Samurai stayed. Songyang did hesitate for a few seconds before pushing the sliding door open. He saw Mr. Samurai who was lying in the bedding curled up tightly for some reason and kept trembling violently. Like being haunted by a terrible nightmare.

The second disciple of her own family was often haunted by nightmares when she was young. Of course, she understood the pain, and hurried forward to check on the other party's condition.

Just squatting down close to the mattress, the sweat-drenched silver-haired man suddenly opened his eyes.

The pair of pale red pupils that crashed into her eyes seemed to be burning with turbulent flames in the dark night.

Song Yang was stunned by his stare, and was caught off guard by the other party's warm embrace, and his knee also plopped on his leg.

——It was a very familiar and reassuring embrace.

...Although it hurts a bit.

The arms around her waist were tight as if she was afraid of her disappearing, and the breath that fell on her ears was heavy and hot, mixed with low hoarse sobs for unknown reasons.

"A Yin thought... thought it was just a dream again..."

Song Yang was a little dazed when he heard that, he put his hand on his chest and hesitated for a while, then tentatively stretched out one hand to wrap around Mr. Warrior's neck, and gently patted him on the back with the other hand, whispering softly.

"I heard that nightmares are always the opposite of reality. Mr. Samurai has woken up from his nightmares, so he won't be sad anymore."

The shoulders of the man holding her stiffened, perhaps because he realized that he had misunderstood the person, and the force around her suddenly relaxed, but he didn't seem to want to let go. He still wrapped his arms around her waist, buried his head on her shoulders, and went out sullenly. Voice.

"Why don't you sleep well in the middle of the night? You come to raid a strange man's room at night and cuddle with him, and you still don't let go."

Songyang's cheeks were itchy by his fluffy curly hair, he struggled reflexively, and found that he was still clasping his hands behind her back, and said in confusion.

"But Mr. Samurai didn't let go?"

By the way, didn't Mr. Samurai take the initiative to hug her?

"..."

The arms that were withdrawn from her waist were drawn slowly, as if extremely reluctant, and the naturally curly head that was pressing on her shoulders also moved away, twisting to the side, with a slightly unhappy tone.

"Why are you still relying on Ah Yin's legs?"

Songyang stretched his stiff legs, got up by supporting the floor, sat down on the tatami floor beside the quilt, and kneaded his slightly sore knee secretly.

Mr. Warrior has "Silver" in his name, she thought.

"Samurai-san's name... is it Gintoki?"

The silver-haired man who heard the question trembled in surprise, turned his head back, and looked at her with those red eyes that were also trembling slightly.

The voice was trembling uncontrollably.

"Songyang, you...remember?"

"Remember?"

What do you remember?

Facing her slightly confused gaze, the light in the man's eyes dimly went out again, he lowered his head listlessly, and asked in a hoarse voice.

"... Where did you hear that name?"

"It seems to have appeared in my mind out of nowhere..."

Probably because her disciple was called Jin Shi, so the name Yin Shi came to mind, she speculated.

The corners of the man's straight mouth twitched invisibly, and he pursed his lips after a mocking smile, no matter how persistently Songyang asked him, he would not open his mouth.

Songyang also acquiesced that this was his name, and tried to call him "Mr. Yinshi", but he didn't refute or respond, and lay down on the quilt with his back to her, pretending to be sleeping and ignoring others.

Calling him a few times without responding, Songyang knew from his chaotic breathing rate that he was not asleep. In the silence of the room, he wondered if he was disturbing others. Just as he was about to get up, the man turned over and rolled up. Put your legs in a sitting position, and look at her with lazy dead fish eyes.

"So, why don't you sleep most of the night?"

Songyang looked at him for a while, and realized that he was asking himself very seriously, and wrinkled his nose in embarrassment.

Although it is not a suitable topic for chatting with disciples, it seems a bit strange to use it as a topic for chatting with Mr. Gintoki who met by chance.

She sighed with her chin lifted, glanced at Mr. Yinshi's expression out of the corner of her eye, and his handsome face with the same ruffianism as her own disciple, after thinking and thinking, she said tactfully.

"Mr. Gintoki... Have you ever encountered relationship problems?"

"Hmph, who knows."

The other party's answer was ambiguous, but his expression was a little downcast, obviously not untouched.

But he didn't discuss his plan in depth, and threw the question back to Songyang.

"So it's about relationship issues?"

When the topic was opened, she no longer had any worries and nodded honestly.

"Honestly speaking, it's a headache... two very important disciples suddenly came to me and spoke lines that sounded like the confession of the male lead in a shoujo manga. It didn't look like they were joking or rehearsing a drama—"

"two?"

The silver-haired man interrupted her with a sullen face.

"Who else is there?"

Song Yang blinked in surprise, confused by his attitude as if facing a formidable enemy.

The focus of Mr. Yinshi's attention is very special-why do you ask who is the other one?

"Mr. Gintoki knows Oboro or Kintoki?"

The other party seemed to be stuck, his expression switched rapidly among extremely complex and rich emotions, sometimes ferocious and sometimes his face cramped, it took a long time to take a deep breath to calm down, and he grinned and showed a sinister smile.

"Songyang, tell me first, how did Mr. Si-long confess to you? Did you do anything you shouldn't do or touch something you shouldn't touch?"

One hand hanging by his side clenched and loosened repeatedly, as if he was about to punch someone in the face, his eyes swept back and forth between his neck covered by his hair and the skirt of the slanted collar, the other hand It was resting on the lap and was about to move, as if it was about to reach out to her, but it was forced to take it back.

"It's hard to speak? Did that guy really do something? It's okay, just tell Ah Yin completely, and Ah Yin will listen to you calmly."

Um... I heard Mr. Gintoki clenching his fists.

Song Yang roughly understood what he meant by what he did and touched, and shook his head bluntly, explaining.

"Hao is not that kind of person. He just asked me very ordinaryly, 'Would you like to be with him?', just as calm as when he asked me what I want to eat every day. I was shocked by him..."

——When this textbook-style confession sentence hit on the forehead, Songyang indeed stopped thinking all of a sudden.

Ah... I have seen a similar plot in Ms. Baiyin's manga, how did it develop next?

She must have recalled that her eyes were empty, her eldest disciple looked at her and smiled helplessly, his expression was unbelievably gentle, and his usual Gujing Wubo tone was also gentle now, with an extremely low voice.

"Teacher, just think about it slowly...I will wait for the teacher's answer."

Before the second disciple’s unclear question could be understood, the first disciple sent another straight ball. Songyang could hardly maintain his usual composure. He burrowed into the room in a very ostrich manner, and meditated in the corner with a mentally retarded look. All afternoon, I still haven't sorted out the chaotic thoughts in my head.

The warm emotions of human beings are too far away and too difficult for her to understand. She can't even do a good job as a teacher, let alone understand the parts she has never had.

"I don't even understand what kind of thoughts Oboro had in asking me this question... Did he confuse his feelings for the teacher, or did he have an illusion because he didn't have much contact with other people... How should I respond? It won't hurt him—ah... sorry, I've been talking about it by myself for a long time, isn't it a bit noisy?"

Those disciples were the ones who listened to her most long-winded talks on weekdays, but today she babbled a lot with Mr. Yinshi, who was meeting him for the first time, and I don't know if they would be annoying.

"It's really a little bit to disturb Mr. Yinshi with his own concerns—"

"What about the other one?"

The silver-haired man frowned at her.Songyang paused for a few seconds and recalled.

"Jin Shi just asked me how he was as a marriage partner... It sounded like a joke, and he also said he was asking casually, but his expression didn't mean that. I understood when the child was serious. -"

"Stop, stop, Ah Yin knows this part, what about the others?"

"others?"

Songyang tilted his head in confusion.Mr. Yinshi scratched his natural curly hair quite agitatedly, his eyes dodged to avoid her, as if he was in a nervous and anxious state of mind, he fidgeted and fidgeted, his mouth was vague.

"Ah Yin is saying, um, that...that's, that, what do you think of that guy?"

"How do you think it means—"

"That's it. Didn't you talk about your marriage partner? Tell me what you think of that guy, what you think about him, what feelings you have for him, tell Ah Yin."

"These words..."

Song Yang was stunned by his question, and he naturally recalled the memory of meeting his second disciple until now, and spoke selectively.

"Jin Shi... When I met him, he was still a little kid running around on the battlefield, a small one with curly hair and glowing eyes. I thought at the time, a person like me, Maybe we can still see hope in that child."

——It turns out that monsters can also become human hope.

"Afterwards... I took him around and lived in Hagi Castle, which is super far away from Edo. Don't look at me, I am also a private school teacher who teaches martial arts. He is the most powerful one in Jin Shi, although he is still He can't beat me, but I always believe that one day he can beat me, and then..."

At that time, the crime of being a monster can also be atoned for with death.

...I had such irresponsible thoughts.

"After that... there are a lot of unhappy things, so I won't tell Mr. Yinshi. In short, everything is over. Even a person like me can still be by my disciples' side. I never dreamed Can have this day."

...I didn't even think about coming to confess to myself one by one.

"Gintoki has grown into a very reliable adult."

The man pursed his lips.Songyang didn't notice it, and continued talking.

"He has a lot of friends who trust him, and he can live happily with everyone. As promised with me, he works hard to protect the people around him. Yinshi... he really did a great job. He was a child You are a good boy, you will be loved and live happily ever after, as for me..."

I don't know why, but there is a slightly bitter, unspeakable emotional depression in my chest, which makes my heart fluctuate for a while, and even the tip of my nose is a little sour.

She sniffled very quietly.The silver-haired man seemed to be stunned, but then reacted abruptly, stretching out his arms and pulling her into his arms again.

The hair is stroked gently and slowly.Songyang felt a little embarrassed in his arms, wanted to raise his head, but he pressed it back gently.

"I'm about to cry, don't show off to Ah Yin."

Songyang later realized that his eye sockets were indeed a little wet, and he was shocked for a long time before he had to admit that he had become weak on this topic.

"Maybe... I don't know what it's like to be loved. I don't know what it's like to be loved."

My own voice sounded astringent when I was caged in someone else's arms.

"When you love someone according to your own ideas, you will continue to make mistakes, and make the cherished person sad...It's bad. I always tell my disciples what courage and faith are, but I make a mess .”

——How to respond to such a heavy emotion as love so as not to make mistakes in a daze?

"Perhaps also unable to meet their expectations—"

"Respond - fart!"

Mr. Yinshi, who was unexpectedly swearing, held her by the shoulders, and let himself look up into his red eyes, with an inexplicable anger on his face and an inexplicably excited tone.

"Songyang, you, give it to Ah Yin to refuse mercilessly, ignore any of them, and whoever comes—"

"also……?"

"That kind of thing is not important! In short, don't be troubled by us—ah no, they, don't force yourself to accept or adapt, no one stipulates that you must respond when you are loved, and the object is Yin, you are no exception. , just think about your own thoughts—forget it, it’s useless to say these things.”

Song Yang was stunned for a while, even though he didn't quite understand the reason for the other party's righteous indignation, he still nodded seriously to show that he had listened.

He didn't know what Mr. Yinshi could see from her face, and he began to repeat the action of scratching his natural curly hair irritably, but this time his eyes did not avoid her, and there was an unusually firm light in his red eyes.

"You just have to be like this, smiling, and do whatever you want, and leave the rest to Ah Yin. No matter what happens, Ah Yin will protect you, you know..."

Song Yang stared at him blankly.

The warm touch of the palm came from the top of the head, and the man stared at her with great care and focus, and he could even see himself looking up in his red eyes.

"A Yin will always be by your side."

——The rhythm of the heartbeat suddenly missed a beat.

The author has something to say: Alright, alright, it’s time for Ah Yin to regain his identity. The process will be abbreviated. In short, the memory will return to normal in the next chapter. Ahem, wait until Takasugi comes back... (far eye)