[Gintama] Immortal

The grand ceremony is over, just like gorgeous fireworks falling from the night sky.

The bustling faded, the boundless night closed again, the streets where the crowds dispersed slowly fell into a deep sleep, and the silence enveloped the world like a curtain.

Rintaro's father came to pick him up at the last bus, the little student ran forward a few steps, then suddenly backed up, pulled Matsuyo's sleeve before leaving, and whispered in his ear when he bent down explain:

"Come on, teacher."

Yae has good hearing, so she pretended not to hear anything, until the student walked away, and she didn't shy away from laughing.

The lantern at the entrance of the private school exudes a warm light, fainting a small arc of light.Songyang came back to his senses, looked at her quietly and smiled.

He then bent his eyes and said, "Let's go into the house first. You must be tired after visiting the festival all night."

The entrance of the private school was lit up in the night, Matsuyo opened the door, Yae stepped in curiously, the priestess priestess dress was too long, she stood at the entrance with the skirt in one hand, looked left and right, like a visitor Look around.

Wooden floor, warm-colored wallpaper, the shoe cabinet belonging to the student is leaning against the wall, and there is a cleaned glass bottle on the wooden cabinet, and a common flower is inserted in the bottle.

Looking a little higher, a small stick figure hangs above the shoe cabinet. The person in the frame is smiling, and the eyes are bent into beautiful crescents.

The corridor on the right side of the entrance leads to the classroom, and Yae saw more paintings: crayons, watercolors, oil pastels, painted in various colors on white paper, and housed in wooden frames.The edges of some drawing papers are slightly yellowed, and they have been carefully pasted with scotch tape. Like treasures, they are proudly displayed on the wall outside the classroom.

Below the painting are the students' comments:

"Goodbye everyone, I will come back often after graduation. ps Don't forget to lock the door when you go out, teacher."

"Private school-limited hell miso soup—anyone is welcome, please take the salt shaker out of the teacher's hand, thank you."

"My desk will be passed on to the next heir."

"The teacher must keep smiling."

"..."

"My favorite teacher."

Those paintings say so.

Yae opened the partition.

There are more than a dozen stacks of classrooms filled with small desks, and a waist-high folding screen stands in front of the room, with flowers and birds of this season painted on the screen.

The other side of the classroom is connected to the paper door of the courtyard verandah. In the courtyard, the shadows of trees are deep in the night, and a small corner of it is illuminated by stone lanterns. Textures on kimono.

Compared with the daytime, the hazy light and shadow at night has a more tranquil beauty.Yae looked at the shadows of the trees in the courtyard, where pink cherry blossoms would bloom on the branches in spring.

"……Like it?"

Songyang didn't know when he stood beside her.

Yae turned his head, and he looked at her with slightly lowered eyes, probably because of the gentle light under the eaves, the look in his eyes seemed to be melting, softer than honey and wax sugar.

"It's beautiful." She admired sincerely.

"Great." Songyang smiled, "The things you like are still the same as before." He pointed to the southeast direction of the courtyard: "It may not be clear at night, but this year's phalaenopsis blooms very well. "

Eight points nodded: "It's amazing, you also learned how to grow flowers."

"Don't dare, I'm mainly responsible for watering."

Songyang paused, and then said: "If you come back tomorrow, the scenery will be even better."

He looked at her with gentle and soft eyes, and asked in an unusual tone: "Do you want to eat supper first, or take a bath first?"

Yae lowered her head and looked at her complicated miko costume that dragged the floor.

"...I choose to take a bath first."

……

In the steamy bathroom, a layer of white mist floated on the mirror.A small window is opened on a high place, and the crescent moon in the night sky can be glimpsed through the wooden lattice.

It's been a long time since I took a bath, and Yae nestled comfortably in the pool, sighing comfortably.

There were two light knocks on the door, and Songyang's voice came through the door:

"I put the change of clothes here."

Yae responded, and after the sound of footsteps disappeared, she lingered in the hot water for a while, then picked up the towel beside her, and reluctantly left the pool.

There are no women's clothes in the private school, what Songyang puts outside the door is his own set of pajamas.

The light-colored pajamas are very soft to the touch, as if they were made of pure cotton. They are held cleanly in the hand, exuding the smell of drying in the sun.

Yae changed into pajamas, adjusted them and tied them with a belt.Although she has tried her best to adjust the length, Songyang's clothes still look wide on her body, leaving a lot of space between her shoulders and under her arms, and she can hardly feel the resistance of the fabric when waving her hands. It is better to say that it is loosely put on.

... very cool.

Pulling up the slightly long hem, Yae ran to the mirror, looking at his own reflection curiously like a child in adult clothes.

She turned sideways in a circle, then turned sideways back.Raise your hands, put them down, and try to tuck your hands into the loose cuffs again.

Finally had enough of playing, Yae returned to the Japanese room, saw Songyang sitting at the table at a glance, seemed to be in a trance, seemed to be thinking again.

There was the kimono she had changed on the table. She didn't notice it before, and there was no hanger in the Japanese room, so she put it directly on the nearby table.The snow-white tulle and the scarlet hakama are now stacked neatly together, and the crown with long tassels is placed in the middle. The ancient metal shimmers under the modern light, looking like an exhibition in a museum thing.

"What are you looking at?"

Yae leaned over.

"Nothing." Songyang looked up as usual.

He bent his eyes and said softly, "I was just wondering if I should hide your feather coat."

Yae laughed.

"I thought you weren't very interested in those legends...why?"

Song Yang motioned her to sit down, and then changed the topic naturally: "You'll catch a cold like that, come here, I'll dry your hair for you."

Yae looked at the snacks on the tea table beside him, and obediently endured them.

Songyang helped her brush her hair, and she ate her snack seriously.I don't know what the dim sum on the table is made of. The golden shell is crispy and has the aroma of custard, and the inside is sweet and soft. Once you start eating, you can't stop.

Yae was moved.

"Where did you buy this snack?"

"A new dessert house recently opened in front of the station."

Songyang patiently and meticulously wiped off the moisture from her hair, and pressed it dry with a towel bit by bit.

"Is it to your liking?"

"It fits. It fits so well."

Yae felt like a cat being groomed, almost purring comfortably from its throat.

There seemed to be Songyang's chuckle coming from behind, there were not many snacks on the table, after she finished eating, she still felt a little unsatisfied.

"there is none left?"

"Nothing."

Yae thought about it seriously, and said to Songyang: "But I'm not a child. I'm an adult who can do whatever he wants."

"Yes, you are an adult who can do whatever you want." Songyang said with a smile, "but there are really no more dim sum."

"...You have changed, Songyang."

She leaned back in frustration, like before, like many years ago, she leaned into Songyang's arms very familiarly, and nestled.

The people behind stopped their movements and suddenly fell silent.

After a while, she heard a gentle and calm sentence behind her:

"Yeah, I might have changed."

The soft voice contained an indescribable meaning.

Yae turned her head suspiciously, her vision darkened, and warm palms covered her eyes, covering her eyes.

"Don't look." Songyang said.

His voice was a little low: "don't look at me now."

The moment of being stunned was short.When unable to see things, other senses of people will continue to enlarge, and Yae feels a softness on the lips, and something sticks to it, warm, soft, and carefully, just like treating a fragile treasure, just gently Touch the lips to test.

Songyang is kissing her.

Heartstrings trembled, Yae closed her eyes, raised her head slightly, and the slightest movement was immediately responded to, Song Yang hugged her cheeks, and her breathing seemed to be messed up.

"... Yae."

She suddenly heard the choked ending sound, like the cry of an abandoned cub, or the sigh of a newly born person.Something that could no longer be contained shattered at that moment, and the seemingly peaceful illusion was scattered all over the ground. She opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but the force of sucking the kiss suddenly increased, and she had no choice but to raise her arms to hug the pine tree. Yang's neck.

……like.

Really like.

I like it to the apex of my heart.

There is no way to lie, no way to laugh at it.

The surrounding scenery melts and all goes away, as does the concept of time.

Songyang's movements softened, he held her cheeks, pecked her lips, and kissed her forehead, eyes, and nose tip gently.

There was a tiny itch in his heart, which spread like ripples, and Yae couldn't help but pursed his lips and smiled.

Song Yang held her in his arms, she leaned against him softly, the two of them silently looked out of the window, watching the faintest salmon powder rising from the sky.

In the sky at [-]:[-] in the morning, the thick and colorful night has not faded.Dawn waited quietly beyond the horizon, quietly dyeing a corner of the dome.

"...Aren't you going to sleep?" Yae asked the person behind him, "If you don't sleep well now, you will definitely regret it tomorrow."

Songyang shook his head, and circled her tighter.

"...I sometimes see you in my dreams."

"is it?"

"You always ask me with a smile, and ask me if I'm doing well."

Yae raised his head.

"I said yes, I'm doing fine. As a human being, every day is fulfilling and I've never been happier."

Songyang's voice is very gentle, and his voice is always steady, as if he is describing a thing he has repeated countless times.

After a short pause, he smiled slightly.

"...But sometimes, I actually want to say no, I'm not doing well at all. Because I'm afraid, afraid that if you feel relieved, you won't come to see me again."

"I promised you that I would live a good life as a human being. But sometimes I don't want to, Yae."

Because if I live well, you will let me go completely.

But I want you to come and see me.Over the years, every day and night, I have thought so.

"Yae." Songyang's voice was soft, and his expression was very quiet.

When this person is lying, when he is telling the truth, his eyes are still gentle.

"I'm not doing well at all. So you stay here, okay?"

Not to stay tonight, not to come back to see me once in a while.

I hope you can always be by my side.

Fog welled up in his eyes without warning, Yae turned his face away, Song Yang took her hand, and put her fingers into his palm.

"I want to live with you," he whispered, with a smile in his voice, and many, many things called love.

Yae didn't speak for a long time.

"...Why do you think I came back this time?" Yae looked up at him, the corners of his eyes seemed a little red, but the corners of his mouth were already curved into a smile, "I haven't seen you for so many years, you have become stupid, Songyang."

She said softly: "I came back just to be with you."

I came back to accompany you until you grow old, to see you become an old man who can't walk.

The author has something to say:

Can't talk about the ending of the manga

so i'm here to sprinkle sugar

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i love gintama forever