[Gintama] Immortal

There was a piece of paper on the table in front of Yae.

It was a very ordinary green form: the size of A4, the material was neither hard nor soft, it was not sprinkled with gorgeous gold leaf, and there was nothing special about the scent of the ink.

If there is anything extraordinary about this ordinary piece of paper, it probably only has the words "Marriage Application Form" printed on the top of the form.

Song Yang finished his part early, and watched with a smile as she turned the thin paper over and over again several times.

"That's it?" Yae lifted the green form and looked at it under the sun, with an expression like a country bumpkin who saw a tram for the first time.

In the column for the husband, Yoshida Matsuyo’s name, address, date of birth, and household registration are written neatly. It is said that as long as her part is also filled in, the two of them submit the marriage application form to the district office together, and it will be considered official. And legally married.

Songyang nodded seriously: "That's it."

Yae's expression suddenly became serious.

"This is really not a simple piece of paper."

She put down the application form respectfully, spread it out on the table, and picked up a pen beside her.

Then new problems were discovered, and more than one.

As for the first name, it shouldn't matter if you don't have a last name.Just fill in the private school for the residence.In other words, what should she fill in the household registration?As for the date of birth... If you fill it out carefully, will it be thrown into the trash can by the government staff as a prank?

The nib of the pen stayed a millimeter away from the paper, and Yae, like a primary school student cheating on an exam, secretly glanced at the answer of this outstanding student, Song Yang.

For the date of birth, he filled in...

……very young!Too young!Don't say I answered honestly, I don't even have a fraction of my real age!I didn't expect you to be such a Songyang!Damn it, I want to look at you with admiration!

Yae: "...how did you fill in the date of birth?"

Songyang's expression was very innocent: "Of course it's based on the information on the personal certificate."

Almost forgot, this guy is all bank account guy now.Since he can open an account in the bank, it means that he is also a person with serious legal status now.

Serious legal status, what an amazing thing this is.

Songyang can live peacefully as an ordinary person, and there must be the unremitting efforts and contributions of Gui and others behind it.

Yae: "...I seem to be a black household?"

And it's the kind that's been around for over 1000 years.

"Don't worry about that." Songyang frowned and smiled warmly. He didn't look like a lawbreaker compiling his identity at all. "As long as you hand in the application form, someone from the new government will take over."

This sentence is easy to say. The two will hold the wedding ceremony first, and then submit the marriage application. This order will be reversed, which means that the new government is not the back garden of Gui and others. green light.

I heard that the conservative faction of the former shogunate was at odds with the reformist faction represented by Sumiya. As long as there are hostile political factions, there will naturally be resistance.

Yae carefully wrote down his name and address with one stroke, and filled in the date of birth column with one that was similar to Songyang, which was about the age of her great-great-great-great-great-great-granddaughter.

After filling out the marriage application form, Songyang properly folded it into his arms and put it close to his heart.

"Let's go." He took her hand, with a gentle smile on his lips, "Go and submit our marriage application."

The district office is not far from the private school, and it takes about ten minutes to walk.

Even if they slowed down their pace, it only took half an hour for the two of them to hand in the completed marriage application form and step out of the gate of the district office.

The translucent glass door was closed behind him, and the scenery outside was no different from when he stepped into the district office. The lazily chirping cicadas undulated among the shadows of the trees, and there were floating clouds in the gaps in the blue sky, white and soft, like A kid's favorite cotton candy.

It was still early, and Yae looked at the convenience store across the street, which seemed to be doing a summer-only sale.

Ten minutes later, as two mature married people, Yae and Matsuyo sat on a swing in the park, each holding a popsicle.

The swing creaked softly, Yae tore open the packaging bag, and took a bite of the salt soda-flavored popsicle.

"Hiss—" she gasped, "It's so cold."

"Really." Songyang prefers not to learn, and wants to learn bad things with her.

He hissed lightly, before swallowing the popsicle in his mouth, he smiled vaguely: "It's really ice."

The two laughed for a while, seeming a little silly.

The kid playing football by the slide saw it, shook his head and sighed a few times, and carried the ball to a farther place.

"It's so cold that your head is numb." Yazhong happily gnawed on the popsicle.

Songyang smiled: "But eating popsicles in summer is to have this feeling."

"Exactly." Yae's eyes were filled with admiration, "You understand very well."

After finishing the salt soda and orange soda popsicles, Songyang leaned over and kissed her on the mouth.

His lips were cool, soft like the first snow in winter, with the taste of orange popsicles.

"...Wow, it's so cold!" Yae came back to his senses, "You actually made a sneak attack."

She put on a straight face: "Do you know that you are playing hooligans in public, and the consequences will be very serious."

Songyang smiled with eyebrows and eyes crooked: "Kissing my wife, how can you be considered a hooligan?"

As he spoke, he thought for a while, and asked with implicit expectation: "How serious are the consequences?"

"Heh." Yae said concisely, "Today you are in charge of washing the dishes."

"Okay," Songyang still smiled, "Then fine me for washing the dishes a few more times."

Seeing his breezy and smiling face, Yae couldn't help it.

She stood up, walked to Songyang who was sitting on the swing next door, held his face and kissed him on the mouth.

An eye for an eye, an eye for an eye, and the target of the raid is very cooperative.

There was a look of surprise on the gentle and handsome face, and then he was suppressed by a smile. Songyang raised his face obediently, as if he wanted her to kiss her more.

"It's a good idea," Yae said. "What I said just now doesn't count—the last person who gets home will do the dishes."

Then she ran off.

Like a rabbit, it jumped out with a swish.

With the plastic bag from the convenience store hanging on his wrist, which contained the snacks and snacks the two of them bought just now, Yae ran quickly along the familiar street.

There were footsteps catching up behind her, she turned around and threw out a honeydew melon bread, Song Yang caught it steadily like a professional baseball player, he maintained a smiling expression, and his speed did not decrease in the slightest.

It's like being chased by a big boss in an RPG game, the sense of oppression is too strong.

The gate of the private school was right in front of her eyes, and at the moment when she was about to cross the threshold and pluck the fruits of victory, Songyang wrapped her arms around her waist and picked her up easily.

"I got it." He said with a smile in his warm voice.

Being half-embraced and half-carried by Songyang on his shoulders, Yae kicked his legs a few times, struggling resolutely: "You're cheating."

She tapped him on the back, tapped him with the puffy bag of potato chips.

After knocking Songyang a few times but there was no response, Yae gave up, resigned to his fate, and lay paralyzed like a salted fish.

Songyang hugged her in one hand, and took out the key to open the door with the other—hey, he actually knew that he had to lock the door when he went out, which was a remarkable improvement.

Yae raised his head slightly, then lay down again.

She seemed to be reassuring too early. When she passed the entrance, Songyang didn't see the steps, and suddenly stumbled, and the two of them fell down together.

The center of gravity suddenly changed, her heart skipped a beat, and she hugged Songyang's neck subconsciously. When Songyang lay on the ground, looking at her with crooked eyes and smiling, she suddenly realized that this person did it on purpose. .

With Songyang's skill, how could he fall at his own door.

"Okay." Yae climbed up from his body unscathed, "Songyang, you are capable, aren't you?"

It was funny in her heart, she gritted her teeth, but the smile came from her voice and eyes, and she couldn't hide it.

"Fortunately, it's only average." Songyang put his hands around her waist, lest she really run away.

He still pretended, with an innocent smile on his face: "Are you all right? Did you fall somewhere?"

"What do you think?" Yae grabbed that innocent face, "Are you having fun?"

The so-called natural is black when cut.

"Happy." Songyang replied honestly.

Yae felt a little itchy, and wanted to bite this person.

Inexplicable emotions traveled along the pulse of her heart, and when she realized it, she had already done so.

The eyes with a gentle smile opened slightly, Songyang was stunned for a moment, and then quickly reacted.

With a flash of vision, the two people's positions were reversed, this time it was Yae's turn to lie on the wooden floor, and a soft and light kiss fell against the forehead.

Yae raised her hand to hold Songyang's shoulder, and gently pushed him back. He fell down following her strength, and she sat on him again, leaning over his nose in a playful way. Bite lightly on it.

"I want to be on top." She raised the corners of her lips.

Like the cubs of wild beasts, the two rolled around on the wooden floor, all the way to the Japanese room covered with light bamboo-colored tatami mats.

In the end, Yae had the upper hand. She turned over and pressed Song Yang under her body, and kissed his forehead very quickly.

"I won."

She smiled, her eyes were very bright.

Then, very consciously, she rolled aside and lay down on the tatami to rest.

The roof of the traditional Japanese room is not high, but when lying flat on the ground, the wooden-colored ceiling is much higher than usual from a different perspective.

Songyang came over, Yae laughed too much before, but now he is a little tired, and the whole person has become lazy.

"Eight heavy?"

She murmured.

Songyang took her into his arms and let her rest against his chest.

The wind chimes under the eaves jingle and jingle, making a pleasant sound.The glass door of the courtyard was left open, and the breeze blew into the room, making people's hearts ripple leisurely like ice cubes floating in a cold bowl.

Time is infinitely elongated, the sound of cicadas continues, and the summer sun is brightly frozen in an eternal moment.

"...Ah," Yae uttered a single voice, "Suddenly I really want to eat watermelon."

Cool and delicious, full of unique taste of summer.

"I'm going to buy it?" Songyang touched her earlobe, and the soft touch seemed to make him unable to put it down. After saying this, he didn't get up immediately, but continued to hug her and lie on the tatami like an otter, listening to the wind chimes Floating leisurely.

Yae seems to be thinking seriously, weighing the importance of Xigua and Songyang.

"...Forget it." She sighed, "I still like you better, just wait."

Songyang's chest trembled, he smiled for a while, and kissed her hair.

"it is good."

The summer wind blowing through the courtyard was too comfortable, Yae closed his eyes slightly, his trance consciousness melted into the wind, he crossed the bamboo fence, left the private school, passed through the leaf gaps shining with sun fragments, and came to the commercial road lined with shops.

Pedestrians come and go, electric fans are placed in front of department stores, and colorful promotional advertisements are pasted on the glass doors, like colorful candy wrappers that attract the eye.

Yazhong lay on Songyang's chest for a while, then suddenly opened his eyes:

"Watermelons are on sale."

Songyang: "?"

She raised her head and said word by word: "[-]% off. An unprecedented [-]% off."

"Did you see it?" Songyang paused with his hands around her waist.

"I noticed it inadvertently when I was on a errand." Yae was about to get up, but Song Yang didn't move his hand away.

"Is it usually like this?"

"Well, occasionally."

Yae lowered her head and kissed his eyes: "Don't worry, I'm only looking at you 90.00% of the time."

"Then what about the remaining one percent?" Songyang was gentle and unmoved.

"Use it to do what I should do." Yae said seriously, "For example, to see where the watermelons are on sale."

Songyang looked at her for a while: "Your body can eat now?"

This question seems to be asked a bit late.

"No problem." Yae said, "Although there is no need to eat, life without delicious food is so boring."

She laughed, Songyang bent the corners of his lips, and said in a gentle voice: "Say what you just said again."

"What?"

"You know."

Yae thought for a moment.

"I still like you better."

"say it one more time."

"I like you."

"How much do you like it?"

"Well... I like it the most."

Songyang held her face, kissed her lips restrainedly, and said softly, "Me too."

On the day of submitting their marriage application, the two went to buy watermelons that were promoted in the supermarket.

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