[Gintama] Immortal

This incident is strange, but it is not surprising when you think about it-Yae has not considered marriage.

During the 500 years of being with Xu, both of them are immortal monsters, which are far from human beings.She never thought that there would be new changes in the relationship between the two, and as for marriage, it was even more absurd, like a joke of the desire to become a human being.

Just like ordinary human beings, we set up a family with someone, grow old together, and plan our common life journey from the moment we get married. Marriage is a social institution, and it is also like a biological instinct.

A single individual cannot survive. Human beings need the company of others from birth. The symptoms of loneliness can sometimes be more deadly than sharp knives and arrows.

Yae has lived for so long and thinks she has a certain understanding of human marriage, but she only stops at the conclusions obtained from so many years of observation.

She finds human marriages interesting, and occasionally offers her blessings from the bottom of her heart.But for her, this matter is neither a necessity nor something that must be satisfied.

Even if there is no marriage contract, she will not leave the other party's side.Unless the other party has a new life or partner.

Yes, mate.

Looking back on this incident now, it seems a bit inappropriate, but Yae really planned it this way at the beginning-the person who was reborn from the dragon's veins, whether he later became Xu or Songyang, the new life is up to him to decide.

Everything is back to zero, what kind of relationship they used to have, they all stop at the past, there is no need to continue to the present.

After becoming a human being, the most important thing is to integrate into human society.

Therefore, Yoshida Matsuyo has his students, and nothing reassures her more than this.

She took good care of those good and bad pasts that were entangled with the name Xu, and kept them in her bosom to sink into the dragon's veins with herself.

Most of the time she was in the dragon's veins, she was asleep.

Songyang said that he sometimes dreamed of her, and she did visit him very occasionally in these years.

In the spring, when the cherry blossoms were in bloom, when she had a brief moment of self-awareness, when no one would notice, she would sneak a glance or two at him.

Yoshida Shoyo, sometimes looks very capable and versatile, but sometimes he doesn't even know how to raise flowers, except for watering, he only knows how to water.

She sighed and let the bamboo fence be covered with ever-blossoming flowers. When the neighbors saw it, they always stopped and praised the smiling private school teacher.

Mr. Private School only thought that he had a special talent for growing flowers, so he went back to the room and said to her photo frame, the flowers in the garden bloom very beautifully, you will definitely like them.

She closed her eyes and opened them again. The courtyard was covered with snow, and the pillars under the eaves had scratches that increased year by year, mottledly recording the passage of time.

During the first lunar month, the private school is closed, Songyang rarely stays alone, and slowly bakes the rice cakes on the oven. The heat of the rice cakes is not cooked properly, and the splashed sparks fall on the back of the white hands, burning a little red imprint.

The red scald marks did not disappear immediately, and they were particularly conspicuous against the fair skin.Songyang stared blankly at the back of his hand for a while, as if suddenly realizing something, he stood up all of a sudden.

"Eightfold..."

He silently swallowed the rest of the words.

She once had a pact with humans.

As long as you call her name, no matter where you are, she will definitely answer.

She found that sometimes such things do not require an agreement.

As long as the other party shows a lonely expression, and there is no response when she calls her name lightly, even if her existence is in disarray, just a consciousness that wakes up occasionally and is chaotic and empty most of the time, she will try her best to keep herself Put it back together, put it together into a human form that can stand in front of him and say, "Are you an idiot?"

That seems to have become her instinct, something engraved in her bones.

She will be with him, as she has been for 500 years.

Watch him live like a human, watch him grow old, watch him eventually turn to dust like everything else in this world.

She never thought that one day she would step down the steps of the bystander, and when someone said to her, "I want you to be my wife", she would calmly nod and say, "Okay."

Because it was Yoshida Shoyo who said this request, everything happened naturally, as if the lake that had been static for many years flowed into the melted snow in spring, and the dead branches that had withered for a long time sprouted tender new shoots.

So soft, so natural.

On the wedding day, many people came to the private school.

The summer is sunny, the lush garden is full of flowers, and there are shaking figures and chattering laughter everywhere.

Yae secretly escaped from the Japanese room, holding a golden red kimono that stretched the floor, intending to sneak into the kitchen to find something to eat, but halfway across the courtyard corridor, he bumped into a group of little guys poking their heads.

I heard that the teacher jumped directly from widowed, oh not single, to married. During the rare summer vacation, all the students in the private school were present, chattering like a nest of newly hatched quail, clamoring to see the teacher's bride.

"You are looking for me?"

Yae stepped down the corridor and came to the white stone path in the courtyard.

She was talking non-stop before, but the little ones instantly silenced and just stared at her in a daze.

Yae thought they were caught on the spot and felt guilty.

As a person who has already seen through everything, Takeno Rintaro is the most calm.The little friend beside him was dumbfounded for a long time, and finally spoke in a sleepwalking tone:

"...It's true."

This sentence seemed to break some kind of spell, and the students around exploded into discussions.

"It's a real person."

"Wow, it's exactly the same as in the photo."

"I thought the teacher had been unrequited love all along."

"Are you a fool? With the teacher's face, how could there be unrequited love."

"Could it be that this is a so-called flash marriage?"

"The person involved is right in front of you, won't you ask, idiot."

A word to awaken the dreamer.

Yae raised his hand: "Stop, comrades, stop."

She brushed off the non-existent dust on the long sleeves of the kimono, and made a gesture of letting go.

"Limit to one question per person."

The boy wearing glasses raised his hand abruptly: "How long have you known the teacher?"

Yae: "Over 500 years. Next."

Everyone: "... 噫?!"

The tall and thin boy almost jumped up: "What do you like most about the teacher?"

Yae: "All. Next."

Everyone: "Wow."

The girl with small freckles asked timidly, "Can I touch your kimono?"

Yae: "Eh? Yes."

Bai Wugou was too quiet and elegant, today she wore a golden red gown as a wedding kimono.

The valuable fabrics are embroidered with peonies in full bloom and white cranes spreading their wings. The patterns of golden pear fields are delicate and complicated, and the long skirts are in full bloom, as bright and gorgeous as flowing flames.

Apart from being heavy and thick, this color jacket has almost no shortcomings. It is said that it was given by Wu Fuwu who Songyang knew.

The girls in the class surrounded Yae curiously, reached out to touch her sleeves, touched the delicate pattern on the belt, their wide eyes were full of envy and amazement.

"Can I touch the horns on your head?" The youngest girl seemed to be only six or seven years old, staring eagerly at the jingling flower hairpins with tassels on her head.

When Songyang heard the movement and came to the courtyard, what he saw was Yae squatting among the children, lowering his head slightly like a docile deer, allowing the other party to happily touch the hairpin on her head.

"So beautiful." There seemed to be little stars in the girl's eyes, "The bride is so beautiful."

Yae couldn't help but bend his eyes, raised his hand and took off a tassel flower hairpin, and handed it to the soft hand: "Here, here it is."

The students surrounded Yae with smiles, chattering, and were extremely happy.

Song Yang watched quietly for a while, then smiled and took a step forward.

"Is it my turn now?"

"Wow! Teacher!"

"A sneak attack from behind!"

Songyang said with a smile:

"Can you return the teacher's bride to the teacher?"

The students around booed, laughed for a while, and dispersed like a flock of birds.

There is still a little time before the wedding banquet starts, the guests are all gathered in the main hall, the sound of chatting and laughing is transmitted through the flower shadows and bamboo curtains, and the sound of gurgling water flowing through the bamboo pipes is knocking in the lush summer courtyard.

"It really suits you."

Songyang's voice is gentle and clear, like the spring breeze blowing over the branches in March.

"What do you mean?" Yae raised his eyes.

Songyang smiled and stared at her appearance at this time: "This dress suits you very well."

"Very beautiful." He couldn't help but raised his hand to touch her cheek, his fingertips across the lip smudged lips, "It's exactly as I imagined."

Songyang lowered his eyes slightly, he has always been a person with excellent self-control, but he was a little bit reluctant when he withdrew his hand.

"That is to say, you have premeditated?" Yae raised his eyebrows.

Songyang laughed and admitted openly: "Yes, I have planned it long ago."

It is rare for him to wear dark colors today, and the groom's black-patterned hakama makes his figure extraordinarily tall and straight.

Even Yae, who has been watching that face for 500 years, has to admit that Songyang really looks good when he smiles.

"Well, it should be said... I have been thinking about you for a long time." Songyang tilted his head, and the light-colored hair gently fell to his shoulders with his movements, a careless movement that revealed endless tenderness, "I have been thinking about you for a long time." .”

The wind blowing across the courtyard dissipates the scorching summer heat.

"Thanks for the great love, I am very grateful." Yae returned to him with a dignified salute, "You are not bad today, and you can barely score a perfect score."

The two laughed for a while, and seeing that it was almost time, Songyang stretched out his hand towards her, spreading his palm: "It's time for me to bring the bride into the arena."

His voice was low and gentle, and his eyes were shining brightly.

Yae pretended to be thinking carefully, sighed, put his hand in Songyang's palm, let him gently wrap it around and hold it firmly.

"No way, let me lend you my hand for the time being."

The small private school is not big, and the main hall is full of people.

A golden screen is placed behind the main seat, and a red blanket is laid down from the middle.Yinshi and others were sitting at the front. There were students of Songyang over the years, neighbors around, friends of Wanshiwu, and a believer who worked in the new government but took time out of her busy schedule to come here, and Songyang and others. Many people I have helped over the years.

When I heard that the two were going to get married, Yinshi's expression was very exciting, jumping back and forth between "You are finally getting married" and "Hey, are you actually getting married?" It is said that he has not slowed down for several days Come.

Gui Ben said that he was going to present a song at the wedding ceremony, expressing his heartfelt blessings and most sincere thanks for the teacher's marriage with rap, but before he could finish speaking, Yin Shi coldly dragged him away.

He and Elizabeth sat down upright, with smiles on their faces, and they were surprisingly normal today.

Takasugi's reply at the time was very brief, saying that he covered all the expenses of the wedding.

He seems to have proposed an incredible astronomical figure, but Songyang gently vetoed it with a smile.

The governor of the ghost army who didn't know what to do was said to have smoked cigarettes in front of the moon for several nights, and in the end, Songyang personally handed over an invitation card, saying that other people should come.

"I am very happy that Jin Zhu can come."

The governor of the ghost army, who has always been a loner, was the first to arrive on the wedding day.

The lively wedding went on until the evening, after a few rounds of drinking, most of the banquet was drunk.

Yinshi is usually the best drinker, but today he didn't touch his glass very much uncharacteristically.

He rested his chin on the side of the table.The smile in those lazy eyes did not fade during the whole wedding process, it was light and shallow like rolling clouds and midsummer wind, and it was a gentle look inadvertently.

In the middle of the night, the wedding banquet ended one after another, the guests bid farewell, and the private school returned to tranquility.

Yae returned to the Japanese room, the shadows of the flowers in the courtyard were reflected on the paper windows, and the paper lanterns in the corner shimmered, like fireflies in the night, gently overflowing the water.

She removed the complicated bun and loosely gathered her hair, the long black hair fell down like flowing water.

The golden-red jacket was on the outside, and there were several layers of clothes inside, and there was a soft rustling sound when he raised his hand.

She took off her jacket and was about to hang it on the crossbar.

A pair of hands passed through her waist from behind, gently hugging her into a broad embrace.

"Eight heavy."

She looked up.

Song Yang kissed her hair and said softly, "I'm so happy."

"I'm really happy that you are willing to marry me."

He narrowed his eyes slightly, the fundus of his eyes shimmering, reflecting the light red at the end of his eyes, there is a kind of beauty that makes people unable to look away.

He looked drunk, but he didn't seem to be drunk, Yae sniffed Matsuyo's clothes, it smelled of plum wine, but not too strong.

"I'm fine." Songyang hugged her waist and put his head on her shoulder.

Well, sure, he was indeed drunk.

Yae raised his hand and patted his head.

The light-colored long hair is soft and smooth, and it feels surprisingly good.

"You have a lot of friends, Mr. Yoshida."

Yae recalled the lively scene of the private school during the day, and couldn't help but smile.

Seeing that he was not alone in this world made her feel so happy, and her heart seemed to be full.

"It's not Mr. Yoshida," he protested softly, "call me Songyang."

After protesting, he hugged her sullenly for a while.

"Why don't I have a share?" Songyang asked suddenly.

Yae: "What are you talking about?"

"Only me." He buried his face in the hollow of her shoulder, "When you saw me, you didn't come to hug me."

"..."

Yae blinked once, then blinked again.

She finally came back to her senses and realized that Songyang was probably talking about Yinshi and the other three.

"...Do you want me to make it up?" Yae tentatively asked, but Songyang didn't expect that Songyang would be jealous about this matter.

By the way, is this jealous?

We've known each other for so long, would you still be jealous over such a trivial matter?

"..."

Songyang: "...you have to run."

Moonlight lies in the courtyard, half of the ground is covered with silver, and half is hidden in the shadow of night.

The heavy wedding kimono was still on, and Yae was holding up the hem of her skirt, standing not far in front of Song Yang, the soft grass brushed her sleeve corners, and the leaves were covered with night fog-like dew, which wet her Soft and delicate fabric.

"Ready?" Yae asked.

"Ready." Songyang replied with a crooked smile.

The soft night wind blew the ends of her hair, and Yae stepped forward.

Not too far away, the moonlight wets the dark water.

Like a water bird skimming over a lake, she stretched her long tail feathers, and the corners of her kimono skirt were blown by the wind. She opened her hands and threw herself into his arms without reservation.

Songyang hugged Yae and turned around, he held her tightly in his arms, his laughter was different from before, as if it was dyed with transparent light.

It was the first time Yae saw Songyang so happy.

I am so happy that I have no burden, and there is no hidden haze.Like a child who got his favorite candy, he hugged her and refused to let go.

She put her arms around his neck, sat on his arms, lowered her head slightly, and fell into those gentle light red eyes.

Songyang squinted his eyes, his expression was truly happy, close to a kind of satiety.

"You are mine at last." He said warmly, his breath fell on her ear, causing a fine and slight itch.

Songyang kissed the side of her neck, as if out of pure love, or as if wanting to leave a mark there, muttering to himself:

"What I want most, what I have always wanted, finally belongs to me."

The author has something to say:

Songyang: "I" have liked you for a long time.

Yae: *Thought he was talking about the last few decades*

Someone almost got rid of his old hypocrisy: ...

*Suddenly wary*