[Gintama] Immortal

Sakata Gintoki fell asleep on the sofa in Master House.

The old electric fan creaked and creaked, and the yellowed post-it notes were constantly blown by the wind and floated back to their original positions.

The midsummer sun is shining outside, the cicadas are singing one after another, and the afternoon air has a drowsy smell.

Yinshi doesn't remember how he started dreaming.

The reality and the cicadas of the past are in a line. He stands under the tree and looks up at the distant tree crown.

It was a summer day more than 20 years ago, and the cicadas in that summer were also so noisy, clamoring hoarsely in the shade of the trees.

Mottled broken light shines between the leaves, the sky is high, and the white flowing clouds are fluffy and soft.It is completely different from the scenery of the mass graves. The world that has been washed by water is shining in the field of vision. The wind carries the smell of grass leaves and the sun, and when it blows over the treetops, it brings rustling light and shadow.

"……What are you looking at?"

A figure taller than Yinshi came over and followed his gaze upwards, looking towards the sky.

Yae has always had such a familiar temperament. At that time, the two had not known each other for a long time, and her attitude was already familiar as if they had known each other for several lifetimes.

"I thought you stopped suddenly because you were in a daze." Yae tilted his head, watched with him for a long time, and suddenly realized: "So you were looking at the clouds."

He was holding a knife, and he was not used to frequent conversations with people. Later, Yae always liked to say with emotion that at that time, Sakata Gintoki's mouth was not short at all. Obviously quite cute, poking and kneading casually will blow hair. It's really a boy's [-]th transformation, and a woman's big hugging gold brick.

The latter sentence has no logic at all, but Yae felt that only the first sentence was not satisfactory, and there was always something to add later, so he just added it.

Yae's thinking was as irregular as her own. She stood and watched the clouds in the sky with him for a while, and then suddenly said:

"Do you want to hold it high?"

Yinshi: "? What's going on with your brain circuit?"

Yae: "Don't children like to lift up high?"

When the three of them were shopping in the town a few days ago, they saw a little boy sitting on his father's shoulders playing with bamboo dragonflies, laughing very happily, like a carefree fool.

Gintoki doesn't understand what Yae is obsessed with, but it seems to be somewhat clear.He was not used to this strange feeling.

"...No," he said, "I don't want to. Calm down."

Yae: "I'm very calm. Childhood is incomplete without lifting high. Believe me, I'm sure I can move you."

Songyang came back in time, and he always came in time at that time.

"What are you doing?"

Good-looking and good-natured, Songyang is sure to ask the way.

When he came back from the tea house this time, he had some snacks wrapped in bamboo leaves in his hand, which seemed to be given to him by enthusiastic people.

Yin Shi: "I don't want to be held high."

Yae: "Then what do you want? Kopeito? I think you look like Kopeito."

Yin Shi: "... Where did you learn this sentence pattern?"

Yae: "Learning now."

Yinshi raised his head: "You really don't care about her?"

Songyang said with a smile: "It's been 500 years, I can't control it."

"..." Come again.

Those words always sounded like jokes.

The nearest town is a few miles away from the tea house, and it started to rain suddenly on the way.The summer torrential rain came violently, and it fell from the sky with a splash. The three of them had no preparations, so they had to run wildly in the rain.

He used to keep the sword close to his body, and he had to hold him tightly in his arms when he slept. Yae laughed and teased him, saying that he was like a vigilant young animal at first, and would bite someone if he didn't pay attention.

Once, the three of them met a bandit who was robbing when they were crossing the mountains, but Songyang picked up his collar and put him behind him before he had a knife out of its sheath, obediently, he was useless.

"Yinshi, you are no longer a ghoul." Songyang would always tell him this with a smile.

It is easy to learn to swing a knife, but the most important thing is to learn to put away a knife, which is a lifetime of practice.

Sakata Gintoki was holding his precious sword, the blade was too long, and it was easy to be dragged on the ground when walking, causing stumbling.

Even so, he refused to let go.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and the bean-sized raindrops hit people hard to open their eyes. The world in the field of vision was misty, and the shadows of the trees were blurred into balls of dark green.

He was holding the knife and ran at the end, Songyang turned around and scooped him up, picked him up and ran away.

Yae wasn't very tall then, and the girl's steps couldn't keep up with the grown man's. Gintoki heard her laughing in the rain, halfway through the laugh her voice turned into a short exclamation, and Shoyang picked her up with one hand, and hugged her. The two fled in the direction of the hotel in the rain.

That scene must have been hilarious, he remembered Yae laughing in the rain.

She raised her face and let the raindrops fall, dripping from the tips of her wet eyelashes, her laughter was covered by the noise of the shower, and she still laughed like a fool.

The grand rain curtain covered the sky, but the sky seemed to have no haze for a moment.

When the three arrived at the hotel, they were drenched in water. The proprietress of the hotel was very enthusiastic and immediately prepared clean towels and a temporary change of clothes.

Paper lanterns were lit in the corner of the small Japanese room, and the sound of the rain outside gradually died down, beating on the window sills crisply.

The charcoal stove dispelled the damp chill, and Yae wiped his hair. When the hair was half dry, she said to Songyang, "Look."

She lifted two strands of silver hair and arranged them into a small pointed triangle:

"Cat ears (ねこみみ)."

Songyang laughed out loud, and Yae laughed so hard that his hands were shaking.

Yin Shi was a little annoyed, if it was an ordinary child, his cheeks would probably have bulged like a puffer fish.

"It's very cute." Songyang suppressed his laughter and persuaded him.

Yae also added fuel to the fire: "Silver time is the cutest."

"...It's so noisy." He said stiffly.

But the two laughed so happily that even he couldn't help the corners of his mouth curling up.

Rainy days in the past meant rotting corpses, rotten mud, soaked rice balls, and clammy sickness.

When Yinshi was lying down by the charcoal stove and fell asleep, the rain outside the window was pattering, and he was covered with two dry coats, one larger and the other smaller, wrapping him warmly, with the sun's shadow unbelievable. smell.

……

Gintoki Sakata, who is in his 30s, opened his eyes. The setting sun in the afternoon shone into the living room, and the dust in the air fluttered quietly, shining slightly like gold leaf in the beams of light.

The electric fan stopped at some point, and the chirping of cicadas outside the window stopped.

Song Yang sat by the sofa, with a smile in his eyes, he asked, "Did I wake you up?"

The dream that was within reach melted, but the person in the dream was still there, his appearance was the same as before, and his eyes were like crescent moons when he smiled.

Yin Shi couldn't recover for a while.

He held his breath and waited for a while, cautiously.

Seeing that he didn't respond, Songyang stretched out his hand and waved in front of his eyes: "Yin Shi?"

Still.

This person is still present in front of his eyes.

Yinshi grabbed Songyang's hand, the skin in the palm was warm, and the person in front of him was alive.

The feeling of uncertainty in my heart suddenly fell to the ground.

The tiredness after the afternoon nap surged up, he rubbed his eyes, and yawned, thinking of something, the yawn stopped in the middle.

"Wait...how did you get in without a key?"

Wanshiwu was closed today, he generously gave Kagura and Shinpachi a holiday, and locked the door specially to prevent the old woman downstairs from coming up to demand rent.

Songyang groaned, and his voice paused slightly:

"...I put the door back on."

Yin Shi: "..."

He jumped up from the sofa and ran to the entrance.

Song Yang smiled behind him and said, "I really put the door back this time."

"Did you know there's such a thing as a doorbell?"

"I've tried, but someone seems to be sleeping exceptionally well."

Yin Shi choked, he checked the door nervously, but found nothing wrong.Songyang seems to have really done what he said, taking down the door completely and putting it back together completely.

...fortunately no repair bills, thank goodness.

The money earned from the last entrustment, he carried Kagura and Shinpachi on his back, escaped Matsuyo’s supervision, and quietly spent all of it on pachinko. passed away.

Yinshi breathed a sigh of relief, and when he turned around, he saw Songyang looking at him with a very warm expression:

"Are you hiding something, Silver Toki?"

Cold sweat broke out suddenly, he quickly raised his hand to wipe it off, pretending that the weather was very hot, and said to him from left to right:

"Speaking of which, what do you want from me?"

Songyang looked at him meaningfully and said nothing, just when Yinshi's eyes twitched slightly and was about to kneel down to confess with a plop, Songyang finally spoke:

"The TV in the private school is broken."

Yin Shi: "I'm sorry I shouldn't have given away the money a few days ago... Eh? The TV is broken?"

Songyang showed a distressed expression.

"When I was repairing, I seemed to accidentally use too much force."

Yin Shi: "..."

Gintoki: Let me do things like this in the future. "

He followed Songyang to a private school without complaint.The afternoon was the free time for the students, and those little devils, big or small, saw him coming, and they smiled very awkwardly.

"Silver time is here!"

"Yinshi is here to eat again!"

"Yinshi is clinging to the teacher again... Ugh!" He hurriedly covered the little guy's mouth.

Unconsciously, Songyang took him to the classroom. There was an old-fashioned TV set in a small corner of the classroom. It was square and intact, and there seemed to be nothing wrong with it.

"You said the TV is broken? Why can't I see..." Yinshi put his hand on it, and the TV, which was still good before, crashed and fell apart from the inside, with parts scattered all over the floor.

Songyang coughed lightly, and seemed a little embarrassed.

Yinshi raised his hand: "Okay, there's no need to say anything more. I should praise you for actually putting the TV back together?"

Songyang: "...Everyone likes watching cartoons."

Too lazy to complain, Yinshi honestly squatted down in front of the wreckage of the TV, especially helpless, and said in the tone of a middle-aged man supporting his family: "I will try my best."

After school, the private school is particularly lively.

Song Yang stood at the door saying goodbye to the students' parents, and the vacant classroom suddenly fell silent.

The sound of laughter was separated by a bamboo fence. Most of the colorful hydrangeas had faded in early summer, and vines and purple morning glory covered the courtyard wall.

Yin Shi put down the tool in his hand and raised his head.The blue sky in summer fills the field of vision, and the snow-white clouds flow lazily, like the paint that a child smears on the canvas with his fingers.

Wandering around, the cloud that lives in nowhere looks so lazy and free, leisurely and comfortable.

so good.

The journey without end, those stolen time, was also like this.

"Thank you." A gentle voice sounded beside him.

Yinshi turned his head, just in time to meet Songyang's smiling eyes.

"This TV may not be repaired in a while, do you want to stay and have dinner with me?"

He raised his eyebrows: "You cook dinner?"

Songyang nodded: "I will."

"It's finally your turn."

Songyang rolled his eyes and didn't speak.

The breeze blows through the promenade, and the wind chimes under the eaves of the corridor turn, making a soft and memorable sound.

Songyang stood up, and he looked towards the courtyard and beyond.

"...the weather is fine today." Yin Shi said.

"Yes." Songyang smiled.

"Like the clear sky after the rain."

The author has something to say:

Make a sound when I love silver.jpg

When I met Songyang for the first time, Yinshi looked really small【Maybe Songyang is too tall【x

How long Yinshi and Songyang have been traveling together, I don't have a specific guess

But there should be some years