[Gintama] Immortal

After dawn, the courtyard illuminated by the morning light is just as Songyang said, radiant and extremely beautiful.

The hydrangea in the southeast corner has passed its most splendid flowering period, but the remaining petals are like condensed raindrops, reflecting the light color of the sky.The trail paved with white stones and the moss have clear boundaries, and the deer bang filled with clear water knocks it down, and the echo is clear and sweet.

Songyang told her about his life in these years, saying that he opened an account in the bank, learned to change stations by tram, and learned to receive and send couriers.

He can mend a broken paper door, and he can repair a leaky roof, but electrical products are more complicated. The TV that was scrapped not long ago was thanks to Yinshi's help, otherwise he would have been busy all afternoon just dismantling and putting the TV back together.

He told her that the dim sum shop in front of the station is very popular, and that the soy sauce in the department store near Master House is the cheapest.Young people nowadays seem to like to use mobile phones, but he has no plans to use them for the time being. He still likes to communicate by letter, and occasionally students will joke that he is old-fashioned.

The verdant bamboo fence erected strips of light and shadow, and the early morning sunlight had a thin and transparent texture.The wind chimes under the eaves of the corridor are hung with colored paper, and the transparent printed glass cover is plated with shimmering light.

While talking, Songyang's voice became quieter.

After waiting for a long time without waiting for the follow-up, Yae turned his head and found that Songyang was leaning against the window and fell asleep.

He kept saying that he was neither sleepy nor sleepy, and stayed up all night. In the bright morning, he finally survived the long-accumulated drowsiness. When he was not paying attention, he sank into a dream that blended with reality.

Yae suppressed a laugh and glanced at the clock on the wall.

seven o'clock.There are still about five hours until noon, which is enough for Songyang to catch up on a good night's sleep.

Yae pushed Song Yang's arm around her waist, and gently broke free from his arms.She found a thin quilt from the closet, shook it out and gently covered Songyang.

The person who fell asleep leaning against the window didn't notice it. She squatted beside her for a while, looking at Songyang's sleeping face very seriously.

She found that he is really like an ordinary person now, and he is not a young man, and he can't even bear the basics of staying up late.

It was a very novel experience to see Songyang dozing off due to lack of sleep. In the past, this person could move freely day and night, but when he was in Amaterasu, his activities at night became more frequent.

The morning light streamed into the Japanese room, Songyang closed his eyes, his head was slightly tilted, hanging on his shoulders.

Breathing shallowly, his chest rising and falling regularly, his demeanor looked calm and harmless, his eyelashes cast a light shadow under his eyelids.

The little bit of hair raised slightly on the side of the cheek seems a little cute, and people can't help but reach out and want to touch it.

What exactly was the dream?

Yae brushed the hair around Songyang's cheeks, leaned slightly in the still morning light, and kissed him on the cheek with his head down.

It was a gentle kiss like a dragonfly touching water, carefully restraining the strength, for fear of waking up the sleeping person.

She stood up, quietly left the Japanese room, turned and walked towards the kitchen.

Light the stove, throw the bonito flakes into the pot of boiled water, and slowly boil the broth.Yae found the necessary ingredients and utensils from the refrigerator and cabinets, took out the seaweed, chopped the shallots, cut the tofu into cubes, processed the mackerel and put it in the oven.

She found unopened curry paste in a drawer, so she decided to make curry rice for lunch.

Wash and cut the potatoes and carrots, and take the beef out of the refrigerator to defrost.By the way, she counted all the seasonings in the kitchen and silently recorded the location of everything.

The clock on the wall walked unhurriedly, ticking, ticking, like raindrops falling from time.

Yae rolled up his sleeves, stood in front of the stove, and waited for the soup to boil, humming softly while waiting.

The sun shines through the wooden lattice, and the fine dust is flying in the light band.

...do you want to make another vegetable cake?

With that in mind, she had already opened the closet and reached for the flour.

There is fresh cabbage in the fridge and half a bottle of salad dressing left.

Yae was about to turn around when he suddenly heard a loud bang from the direction of the Japanese room, as if something fell to the ground, followed by the sound of a heavy object being hurriedly pushed away.

She stops.

"Yae—?"

The voice just woke up was a little hoarse, a little flustered.

There was no response after shouting, and the voice became frightened.

Anxious footsteps came running across the corridor, Yae turned off the stove and walked out of the kitchen.

"What's wrong? I'm..."

Before he finished speaking, he was hugged tightly by the oncoming person.

The chest rises and falls with rapid breathing, and Songyang's heart beats fast.Her head was pressed against his chest, and the pounding heartbeat came through the clothes, every beat seemed to hit her eardrums.

Yae came back to his senses.

"Songyang?" She raised her head, his appearance was not quite right.

Reaching out her hand, Yae caressed his back comfortingly, stroking along his cervical spine one by one.

"...Did you have a nightmare?" Her voice was full of uncertainty.

"……Do not."

Songyang's breath gradually eased.

He lowered his head and hugged her a little tighter, his lowered eyelids covered the deep red in his eyes.

"I am fine."

Unable to see his expression, Yae can only judge his state at the moment from his voice and heartbeat.

The violent heartbeat gradually became calmer, and Songyang's voice was the same as usual, except that there was less of a brisk smile.

She glanced at the clock on the wall.It is not yet nine o'clock.

"You only slept for less than two hours, go back and rest for a while. When you wake up, lunch is almost ready."

"No, I'll help you." Songyang didn't let go.

His voice is gentle, but his attitude is different: "I can help you."

Yae remained silent.Then she sighed, as if he were some vexatious child, and asked patiently, "What are you going to help with? Chopping vegetables?"

Songyang finally laughed, and the somewhat depressing atmosphere before gradually dissipated: "Don't look at me like this, I'm actually best at chopping vegetables."

Yae raised his head, narrowed his eyes slightly, and looked at him suspiciously for a while on purpose.

"Really? Then show me well."

She led Songyang to the kitchen counter, pointed to the half-washed cabbage on the cutting board and said, "This needs to be shredded."

Songyang: "How fine is the wire?"

Yae thought for a moment: "Half a centimeter."

Songyang picked up the kitchen knife.

After 15 seconds, Yae looked at the shredded cabbage neatly measured with a ruler on the cutting board, and fell silent.

She turned around and took out another potato from the refrigerator. This time, she didn't specify the specific requirements, but only said: "Can you cut it into small pieces?"

Less than 1 minute later, potato cubes of equal size appeared on the cutting board again, neatly looking like they were pressed out of molds.

Sword skill... is really good.

Should she be surprised?

Yae was dumbfounded.

She looked up at Song Yang, who was smiling, as if waiting for her praise.

With a light cough, Yae raised his hand and covered the smile at the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand.

"You can stay in the kitchen."

Cooking was a lot faster with the help of another person.

Before noon, the miso soup was cooked, the mackerel was grilled, the vegetable pancakes were ready to be served, Yae made another tamagoyaki, and the curry was only the last step.

"At noon, please come and have dinner with Yinshi." Songyang said standing beside her with a smile.

"Has he no work to do?"

"The work of the master house is relatively free before and after the festival."

Yae thought for a while: "Where are Jinsuke and Kotaro?"

"It's a bit difficult to contact the Jinzhu Association, but for Kotaro," Songyang seemed to be thinking, "see if he has any activities today."

...wait, what is the activity.

"If the timing is right, we can have dinner together."

The day's arrangement was finalized in this way, Yae untied the tie that tied her sleeves, Songyang pressed her hand, and said to her seriously: "I'll go next door and borrow a set of clothes for you, you wait in the private school Can I."

The baggy pajamas cannot be worn out to meet people.For a moment she forgot about it.

"Okay." Yae smiled, "Go and come back quickly."

She pretended to be watching Songyang, but Songyang withdrew his hand and said slowly, "You can wait for me in the living room."

Yae: "Okay."

Songyang: "I'll be right back."

Yae: "Understood."

Songyang: "I'm right next door."

Yae: "..."

Mrs. Kanda next door was watering the flowers in the backyard when the doorbell was heard.She pushed the reading glasses on the bridge of her nose, walked slowly to the entrance, and opened the door.

There were two figures standing outside the door, a woman who was barely as tall as Songyang's shoulders was standing on the steps, wearing a large men's haori, with a look of helplessness on her face.

"Excuse me." Songyang smiled brightly, "Excuse me, do you have a spare kimono that I can borrow?"

Mrs. Kanda looked at him for a while, raised her eyebrows slightly, turned and entered the room.

She came out with the bag containing the kimono, and when she handed it over to Song Yang, she looked at Yae.

"Do you like flowers?" she asked gently.

Yae was taken aback for a moment, and replied subconsciously:

"like."

She saw the other party's eyes soften.

"That's great." The old man with a kind face said, with a look in his eyes that she didn't quite understand, "That's really great."

at noon.

Sakata Yinshi came to the private school on time to eat.

With one hand in his kimono sleeve, he crossed the threshold, dragged his voice lazily, and greeted the people waiting at the entrance.

"Yo."

"Yo." Songyang replied with a smile, "Come in."

Yin Shi stopped his steps.

The smile on Songyang's face was extraordinarily warm, he seemed to be in a particularly good mood, and his voice was a bit softer than usual.

Recalling the fear of being planted in the ground as radishes in those years, Gintoki couldn't help but tremble, and managed to stabilize his mind.

Like a mature adult, he walked over calmly, ready to welcome the calm before the storm.

"Is it silver hour?"

Another voice suddenly sounded from behind Songyang.

It was as if someone had pressed the pause button, and all previous thoughts went blank for an instant. Gintoki stared blankly at Yae poking out from behind Shoyang, as if the two had just met yesterday, and smiled at him in a very natural way. :

"What are you still doing standing there, come into the house quickly."

Gintoki stood motionless.

Yae turned to look at Songyang, showing some worry, and gently tugged at his sleeve:

"Did Yinshi... look stupid?"

Songyang groaned: "Maybe he didn't wake up."

Yae: "How old are you, and you still sleep until the sun is shining on your buttocks before getting up."

Songyang: "Yesterday was the Mountain God Festival, so it's understandable to be late today."

The two were talking quietly in front of him, Yinshi suddenly raised his head, looked at the clear sky and the snow-white clouds in the sky, and clicked his tongue very troublesomely: "You two have been standing at the door, of course I I can't get in."

"... Ah, that's right." Yae came back to his senses, and Songyang smiled and stepped back a little.

Yinshi scratched his neck, seemed a little irritable, and mumbled into the entrance.

He bent down and kicked off his boots, and was about to get up when Yae stepped forward and suddenly opened his arms to hug him.

The voice of complaining disappeared immediately, and Gintoki became quiet.

Yae raised his hand and rubbed his soft, unkempt curly hair, with a smile on his lips and soft eyes.

"It's too tall to be hugged."

That little child back then clearly held the knife, and the scabbard would drag it to the ground.

"It's so noisy." Yinshi recovered his voice.He reached out to support her waist, so that she would not have to stand on tiptoe to forcefully brush her hair.

"It's obvious that you are too short."

His fish eyes drooped, but the smile in his voice couldn't even fool himself.