[Gintama] Immortal

"What would you like to eat tonight?"

The afternoon sun shines on the corridor, the cicadas sing continuously in the shade, and the wind chimes under the eaves are blown by the breeze, jingling softly.

Yae turned on the fan, and Gintoki took the initiative to sit in front of the fan, stretching his neck and squinting his eyes like a big lazy cat.

The disheveled silver curly hair was blown up by the fan - drifting down.

Yinshi stared at the electric fan "Ah—" for a while, then turned his head with a sudden realization:

"Kaiseki cuisine, Kobe beef, Hokkaido snow crab, I can do it all."

"Silver time, there is no such thing in the private school's budget."

Songyang raised his hand and was about to hit him on the head, but Yinshi immediately sat up straight with his head in his arms, and said with a strong desire to survive, "I'll eat whatever I have."

Yae: "Then eat beef sukiyaki."

Yinshi: "...wouldn't it be too hot to eat in summer?"

Yae looked at Songyang: "Is this weather inappropriate?"

"No." Songyang said with a smile, "Not at all."

"..." Yinshi looked at the ceiling speechlessly.

"By the way, shouldn't private schools install air conditioners?"

"In silver, there was no such thing in the private school's budget."

"Listen to me, Matsuyo, there must be something like that in Takasugi's budget." Gintoki said earnestly: "It is said that this summer will be extremely hot."

Songyang's expression remained the same: "So you want to come and rub the air conditioner?"

The voice stagnated slightly, and Yin Shi coughed lightly: "I'm not, occasionally I want to see if there is anything you need to help me with."

Then he muttered about how the prices are so high recently, how the inflation is so inflated, he doesn't even have enough money to buy dog ​​food, and the central idea is that he is poor, very poor, and he needs Songyang's kindness to take him in. Poor little guy with nowhere to go.

Yae took out the iced barley tea from the refrigerator.

"What has Jinsuke been doing lately?"

"That guy? I don't know." Yinshi paused, and said nonchalantly, "Although his whereabouts are uncertain, it is very difficult to deal with, but if you want to see that guy, you can try asking Songyang to stand outside the door for a while and see Will he take the bait?"

Yae looked thoughtfully at Song Yang.

The two looked at each other for three seconds, and Songyang stood up from the tatami.

"Wait, wait." Yinshi's eyes were sharp, and he grabbed Songyang, "Are you really going?"

"?" Songyang bowed his head kindly, "Why not?"

"..."

Yin Shi: "It's enough to gather the number of people to have a meal at night, right? Sit down, I'll go."

Katsura Kotaro——former barbarian patriot, cabinet minister, and the current rap leader of the "Heroes of the Spirit" rap group. His short-term goal is to purify the hearts of the people through rap, and at the same time discredit the image of Shinsengumi and others as much as possible. He is very dedicated. Almost dead.

Forcibly squeezed into the news report and was chased by the Shinsengumi for eight blocks. After a hard day's work, he came to a familiar address and met another figure unexpectedly.

That figure was dressed in a black-gold arabesque-patterned feather, with a bamboo hat slightly pressed down, and a Wutan saber pinned to his waist.

Takasugi stood loosely and casually in front of the door, and the sharp edge on his body would always be well received here, without showing any sharp edges.

"It's you, the wig." Gao Shan didn't seem surprised when he saw the visitor.He sneered slightly: "You won't have received an invitation from the same idiot, have you?"

Gui stuffed the active mask back into his sleeve: "It's not a wig, it's Gui. I thought that even if the sun came out from the west, Yinshi wouldn't be able to take the initiative to find the two of us."

"Who knows," Takasugi raised his head, "maybe the sun will really come out from the west tomorrow."

The light in the sky is very soft, and the sunset is like a stream of fire.The clouds reflecting the afterglow are magnificent and gorgeous, like rice paper saturated with color, and large swathes of it are blurred in the field of vision.

"...It's not bad." He closed his left eye without a scar, "The current sunset."

Gui responded softly, with a smile in his voice: "Yes, it's really good."

To be able to chat about the weather peacefully like now, without swords being drawn, and without the deep abyss drawn by ten years, was a luxury that was unimaginable for a while.

They used to look forward to going home, to return to the village school, to see the teacher again, even if it was only for one time, as if they had been looking forward to it for a lifetime.

Occasionally he would dream of things from the past, of people who had been dead for many years, many, many people.

But now that I see the burning sunset in the evening, I can finally say something with a smile—it’s so beautiful.

"Hello—" came a familiar voice.

Yinshi lazily leaned against the edge of the entrance, his listless tone sounded like he needed to be beaten, "How long are you two idiots planning to stay outside?"

There was a well-hidden smile in his eyes, which Gui noticed right away.With the intuition cultivated by years of acquaintance, Gui is sure that Yinshi is waiting to see a good show.

...Watching a good show?

"Kotaro—Jinsuke—"

Gui was in a daze for a moment.

For a moment, he thought he was standing in front of the door that had been destroyed by the fire, and the sound of reading was heard from inside the house, and the red dragonfly was sitting on the tip of the bamboo fence.Not far away, the paddy field reflecting the sky is slightly shining, and the wild flowers beside the field sway gently in the wind.Everything is still the same.

During this short moment of ecstasy, Yae has already rushed to the door.She opened her arms and hugged the two of them as if they were still children. If it wasn't for the fact that they couldn't hold them, she would almost hug them around and land on the ground.

She laughed: "Long time no see."

Gintoki got his wish and saw Takasugi's stunned expression.

The setting sun faded into the horizon, and the night fell, and the small living room of the private school was lit with warm yellow lights.

The sukiyaki pot placed in the center of the wooden table gave off a steaming aroma, and Gui Duan sat upright by the table, waiting for Yae to announce that the meal was served, and at the same time, asked a question:

"Am I already dead? Is this heaven?"

Yinshi rolled his eyes resolutely: "Are you an idiot? Keep your eyes wide open."

He flicked off the unknown object on the tip of his little finger and pointed at Gao Shan who was sitting beside Songyang without saying a word: "The place where this guy is also there can only be hell, okay?"

Takasugi: "...do you need me to send you to hell, Gintoki?"

"Wow, Ah Yin is so scared."

Yae: "I'm starting."

Songyang: "I'm starting."

Gui: "I'm starting."

Very deftly ignoring the bickering of the three-year-old.

For today's dinner, Yae emptied the private school's refrigerator, cooked a large table of dishes with Songyang, and warmed the wine.

Gui is very generous and stacks the food in the bowl as high as a hill.While eating, he suddenly sniffed without warning.

Yin Shi put down his wine glass: "...Hey, you're not crying, are you?"

Gui glared at him: "It's not withering, it's a tortoise."

"...You swallow the food in your mouth before you speak."

Gui swallowed the meal and said very seriously, "It's not crying, it's Gui."

Gintoki turned his head back blankly.

After dinner, Gui was unsurprisingly full.He lay down on the tatami mat and pretended to be dead. Gintoki and Takasugi were still sober at first, but seemed to be getting more energetic, drinking one cup after another.

At the end of the drink, the wine was gone and people went under the table.

It's not surprising to see Yin Shi get drunk, but it's a bit rare to see Takasugi drunk.

He supported his head, fiddled with the crooked wine glass with his fingers, laughed out loud, with a mocking expression on his face, and said in the direction of no one:

"Isn't that okay, Silver Toki?"

Sakata Yintoki, who was dazed and on the verge of unconsciousness, sat up abruptly: "Bullshit, Ah Yin can still fight for three hundred rounds."

Gui: "I need...stomach...digestion... tablets."

Yae put away the dishes on the table, Song Yang pressed her hand: "Let me do it."

Yinshi burped and forced loudly: "Look, thanks to you, Takasugi is still a teacher, you can't even help wash the dishes at this time."

Gao Shan gave him a super fierce look, stood up unsteadily, walked to Songyang, bowed his head obediently and said:

"Teacher, leave these to me."

Songyang: "I accept Jin Zhu's wishes, you should take a rest first."

"No." Takasugi was particularly stubborn, "I want to wash the dishes."

When Yae looked at Gin, he slapped his thighs and laughed all the way under the table.

Gui groaned and felt uncomfortable, and Yae found some Jianweixiaoshi tablets from the drawer for him.

Katsura Kotaro: "I want a knee pillow."

Yae: "Is it really that uncomfortable?"

She patted her knees and signaled Gui to lie down, Yinshi walked over with a dark face, grabbed Gui's collar without saying a word, and dragged him away on the spot.

Throwing Gui outside, Yin Shi came back and lay down on her lap, angrily silent.

Kind of like a pufferfish.

"Aren't you completely drunk too?" Yae reached out to rub his hair, the silver curly hair was soft and fluffy, and it felt particularly good to the touch.

When she poked Yin: "This boss, how old are you this year?"

Yinshi turned over and ignored her.

Why are drunk people so childish, Yae felt a little amused.

"Do you want strawberry milk?"

"……Do not."

"So, Chocolate Buffy?"

"Do you think Ah Yin is such an easy-to-buy person?"

"Hey, it's hard, isn't it?"

Yin Shi muttered, and didn't know what he was talking about.

Yae stroked his hair, the muffled complaints subsided, and when Songyang finished washing the dishes, half dragging Takasugi back to the living room, he found Yinshi lying on Yae's lap and fell asleep.

"The one on your side is also down?" Yae looked at Gao Sugi, who was leaning on Song Yang's shoulder, motionless.

Songyang suppressed a smile: "It's almost the same."

Yae sighed proficiently: "These three people will not be able to go back tonight."

The room used as a classroom was cleared out, and the desks were piled up in the corner.

Yae took out the extra quilts from the closet. How to move the two adult men was a problem, but Songyang picked up one of them with one hand, and easily picked up the drunken two, like anti-rice bags, holding the two together. The person moved from the living room to the temporary bedroom, tucked into the bed, and it was done.

Then I found Gui, who was thinking about life in the courtyard, and stuffed it into the bed, and the noisy night finally came to an end.

The lights in the private school were dimmed one by one, and the paper lanterns in the corner were lit in the Japanese room, quietly emitting a light like water.

Yae stood in front of the bookshelf, that photo was taken many years ago, the edge of the picture was slightly old yellow, immersed in the past that seemed to happen yesterday to her.

The date was signed on the corner of the photo, it was the days before the central station exploded, the Tianyuan Cult had not yet landed on Earth, and everything was still on the eve of the final battle.

She dragged Songyang and Yinshi to find a photo studio in a hurry and took this only photo.

Song Yang, who looked like a boy, stood in the middle—he stayed like this for a short time.Yae looked at the people in the photo in a daze, his back felt slightly warm, and it was Songyang's body temperature that stuck to it.

He put his arms around her waist, hugged her from behind, kissed her hair lightly, and said in a gentle and low voice, "what's the matter?"

"It's nothing, it's just a strange nostalgia."

She falls asleep, then wakes up.Time has passed so long.

Judging by the years she has lived, such a little time is like a drop in the ocean.

But for humans, it's completely different.

Yae turned around and looked at Songyang: "You should go to bed too."

"I'm not sleepy." Songyang hugged her, resting his head on her shoulder, "I'm not sleepy at all."

"Come on." Yae took his hand, Song Yang looked a little aggrieved.

"You closed your eyes for less than three hours in two days."

She put on a straight face, urged Songyang to sleep well, and managed to tuck him into the bed.

He opened his eyes and she closed them for him.

Repeated several times, Yae finally noticed that Songyang behaved very well, but he didn't mean to close his eyes at all.

"..."

Didn't intend to try it originally.

Yae sighed: "Okay, then let's change the method."

She held Songyang's face and bent down, touching his forehead.Songyang seemed to know what she was going to do all of a sudden, his body stiffened for a moment and then quickly relaxed, showing a defenseless posture.

Yae's voice was soft: "Say 'yes'. "

There seemed to be starlight in Songyang's eyes, he raised his hand, and gently pulled back the broken hair falling from her ear, as if he wanted to hand over all of himself, he kissed her lips: "Okay. "

The world stood still for a moment.

Then, the sound of a vast wind echoed in the darkness.

When he opened his eyes again, Yae found himself standing in a golden rice field, the sky was boundless, and the blue was like the sea in summer.

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