[Gintama] Immortal

"Why in the world is there a difference between whole milk, low fat, and skim milk?"

There were people coming and going on the busy street, and Yae stood in front of the shelf of the grocery store and read the packaging of the three kinds of milk boxes over and over again, but still couldn't get the point.

"Have these people really understood the feelings of the cows who have worked so hard to produce milk? What's the matter with the milk? Anyway, it's all calcium, isn't it?"

"I don't know," Song Yang put his hand on his chin, as if he was thinking seriously, his voice was gentle and gentle, but his curved eyes still betrayed his amused mood at the moment, "For children, Is there any difference between these?"

"It must be divided into three types because of differences." Yae sighed and raised his head, and suggested sincerely, "Otherwise, we bought them all?"

Blinking his eyes slowly, Songyang's voice hesitated for a moment: "...Well, Yae, we actually don't have much money left."

"How did you spend it so fast?" Yae almost dropped the boxed milk in his arms, "Could it be that what we brought was fake money?"

After a moment of silence, she revealed a painful expression: "I can't help it, if it's really impossible, I'll ask Yinshi for alms."

Begging, writing to seek alms from kind people, is actually read as begging.

She had already thought up the script for begging for fate. The siblings who lost their mother in their childhood depended on each other, and they were displaced in the flames of war, looking for their father everywhere.

——Underage sister, she supported the poor brother who suffered from albinism.

"What about me?" Songyang pointed out the gaps in her script.

Yazhong patted him on the shoulder: "You play the role of the father whose whereabouts are unknown. You come out when the tragic atmosphere is almost rendered. This is called suppressing first and then rising. The more miserable the front, the more touching the reunion later."

Yin Shi, who was ashamed and kept standing far away: "...Have you played enough?"

The boss who was standing aside and kept wiping his sweat with a handkerchief finally took a step forward.

"This guest," he put on a business-like smiling face, "compared with low-fat and skim milk, whole milk is more nutritious."

"...Really? That's right."

Eight points nodded, and reached out to take the last box of strawberry milk from the shelf: "Check out, thank you."

Yin Shi: "...So you have already decided, hey!"

"Since there is sweet milk, why do you think so much about it? Children should drink sweet things." Yazhong looked at the milk carton with no obvious opening, and looked up at Songyang: "Will you open this thing?"

Songyang took the carton she handed over, carefully looked at the instructions on the package, followed the correct steps to open it along the creased side, and put a straw inside, then handed the strawberry milk to the hugger. The knife stood at the silver hour by the door.

"It should be fine like this." Songyang rolled his eyes and smiled.

The words of refusal came to his lips and he swallowed them back in an instant. Yinshi muttered in a low voice: "...how many times have I said this, Ah Yin is not a child." Passed the strawberry milk handed by Songyang.

Then he opened the door to a new world.

"... Is it good?" Yae asked with a smile.

However, just by looking at Yinshi's expression, she knew she had bought the right one.

Granulated sugar used to be a luxury item, but Kopeito was a delicacy only enjoyed by noble daimyo.Thanks to the widespread planting in the Satsuma domain, although sugar is no longer as expensive as before, it is definitely not a material that can be found casually on the battlefield.

Having survived by rummaging through dead bodies for food, this kid has probably never tasted sweets.

Songyang probably wanted to go with her, because he quickly suggested: "There is a wagashi house not far ahead, it's still early, let's go there and sit down together."

Still immersed in the taste of strawberry milk, Yinshi nodded in a daze, and when he realized, Songyang had already held his hand.

The six or seven-year-old child has very small hands, and was easily wrapped by Songyang's palm.

The palms of adult males are dry and warm, with a thick layer of calluses that have been worn out by holding knives all year round. It is not soft, but it has a reassuring power. There is a kind of steadiness and stability that can make people trust and entrust them wholeheartedly.

Still holding the knife in his bosom in one hand, Gintoki turned his head, and held Songyang's hand back calmly.For a small movement, he was so nervous that he sweated a little, his eyelids drooped slightly, his eyes wandered, and his curly and disheveled head was always lowered.

Yae walked behind the two of them. She squinted her eyes and looked up at the sky. The weather today is really good. The sun is warm and the breeze is gentle.

There is a bench outside the wagashi house, with a red Japanese umbrella beside the bench.

Yinshi was sitting on a bench with a knife and Songyang in his arms, the bustling market was full of shouts, vendors selling potted plants and birdcages walked past with bamboo poles full of goods, and the proprietress of the roadside tea house was enthusiastically Greeting the guests, the hearty voice is crisp and light.

A craftsman with a cloth scarf on his head squatted at the entrance of the alley. A seven or eight-year-old boy tugged at his mother's kimono sleeve with tears in his eyes, begging for a long time before the serious-looking father bought the bamboo grasshopper on the stall. He took it down and put it in the hands of the boy who laughed through tears.

The stall owner's hands are very skillful, and the little grasshoppers are woven with bamboo leaves so vividly that they seem to sing with trembling wings when placed in a cage.

Yinshi retracted his gaze, and was suddenly patted on the shoulder.

"Here, here it is for you." He turned his head, Yae came back at some point, she put a small object in his hand, and sat down beside him.

Yinshi took a closer look, it was a bamboo grasshopper, so lifelike that it would jump out of his palm in the next moment.

Yae patted his head with a smile: "What other people's children have, our family's silver should naturally have."

"……boring."

Yinshi lowered her eyelids and said something, without waving her hand away.

They ate a lot of soy sauce dumplings that day.

The glutinous and sticky white round dumplings are drenched in sweet and salty sauce, roasted on the fire until slightly crispy, and swallowed with strong tea that relieves the greasy. In Yae's words, there is a kind of "real life good" feeling.

The bustling town is not far from the sea. After eating dumplings at the wagashi house, Songyang and Yae took Yinshi to the seaside.

The turbulent sea wind blows over the sky, making the robes of the three of them rattle.Yae kicked and flicked the clogs that got in the way, picked up the hem of the kimono, and stepped on the water on the ebb and flow of the sea.She chased the receding waves all the way from one end of the coast to the other, and when the foamy sea water swept in again, she hurried back to the safe beach.

"How old are you?" Seeing her excitement, Yinshi couldn't help complaining.

Pressing the broken hair that was blown by the sea wind back to her ears, Yae turned her head and replied quite seriously: "As a human being, I'm less than one year old."

The warm sun hit her face, she squinted her eyes, and stood barefoot on the blue sea with her skirt on. The cool sea water covered the instep, like the soft tentacles of sea creatures, lazy and nostalgic Surrounded by the earth, and reluctantly leave with the receding tide.

The soft white sand glistens in the sun, and the vast sea is like a mirror of the sky. The sea water undulates softly with the eternal melody, kissing the coastline of the mainland over and over again.

"Is this the first time Yinshi has seen the sea?" Haori was fluttering in the wind like a seabird, and Songyang turned his head sideways, with a slightly backlit expression dizzy with soft arcs. "Do you want to go there together?"

Holding the knife in his arms, Yinshi was just standing on the edge of the beach, the sky could not be seen to the end with his neck twisted, the magnificent and beautiful scenery was reflected in the red pupils, it was so beautiful that it felt unreal.

Yae ran back from the beach, holding the wet kelp in his hand as if asking for credit.

"I think we can make seaweed soup tonight."

Yinshi drooped his eyelids: "Can you make seaweed soup?"

"Oh, I haven't done it myself, but I've seen it too much." Yae shrugged nonchalantly.

"I always feel like you've seen a lot of things but can't do anything, hey." He complained.

Yae showed a gratified expression: "I will complain about me, I have made progress. Children just need to be more lively. Yinshi, even if he is afraid of the water and dare not go near the beach, he can still pick up shells, right?"

"Who... Who's afraid of water!" Yinshi immediately frowned, but unfortunately he was too small, and when he was fierce, he looked like a grinning milk cat, and he didn't have the confidence to make a sound and bumped slightly.

"Okay, okay, Yae." Songyang came over to make a rescue, with a smile in his eyes.

The sky and the earth were filled with the sound of the sea wind whistling. He came to the flat sandy beach, walked to the opposite side of Yinshi, bent down and picked up two branches at random, and threw one of them to Yinshi.

"I said that I will teach you how to use a sword, let's practice it today."

Yin Shi glanced at the branch in his hand: "Just use this?"

"Yes, just use a branch." Songyang smiled with eyebrows and eyes crooked, slightly raising his hand in a standard saber gesture.The dead branches soaked in seawater and dried in the sun are like some kind of fragile skeleton. At this moment, he carelessly holds it in his hands, but suddenly gives out a cold and stern aura like a famous knife.

"Although there is no suitable venue or bamboo knife now, as long as there are people."

Yae found a place to sit among the reeds and grass by the beach and helped her to see things.

Holding the non-existent "knife", Gintoki's expression obviously changed.The lazy expression was swept away, and the red pupils were eager to try, except for the enemy standing in front of him, he couldn't see anything else in his eyes.

There's a reason children known as ghouls survive alone on the battlefield.

It's a pity that his enemy is Songyang.

In the blink of an eye, the "knife" in Songyang's hand stopped in front of his face. It was so fast and silent that it seemed to appear out of thin air. If it was a real knife in actual combat, he would not Have noticed.

Gritting his teeth, Yinshi whispered: "Come again."

A few seconds later, the branch in his hand was easily knocked into the air, and it spun and fell into the soft white sand, cracking and cracking slightly.

"Come again."

"...come again."

"……Again."

Picking up and breaking, picking up and breaking, the branches in Yinshi's hands were lost, but the one in Songyang's hands was still the original one.

"Do you want to try again?" Songyang said with a smile, the figure against the light is like some kind of barrier that cannot be crossed, just standing there quietly, it is as awesome as an eternal mountain.

Having never tasted the defeat that was equivalent to death in the past, Yinshi raised the branch in his hand unconvinced, almost grinding his back teeth and said: "One more time, Songyang."

Then, unsurprisingly, the weapon in his hand was knocked away by Songyang two seconds later.

Practicing with Matsuyo at the seaside all afternoon, when staying overnight in the shrine at night, Gintoki almost fell asleep, and when he fell asleep, he still held his precious knife.

The torii of the shrine near the sea is covered with corrosion marks, and the bonfire piled up with dead branches burns quietly in the night.Covered with Songyang's loose clothes, Yinshi curled up like that, sleeping soundly on the hard wooden floor,

The cypress floor of the shrine exudes the smell of sea salt baked by the sun. After years of wind and frost, it feels dry and uneven to the touch.The wind is full of the breath of the sea, sleeping on the undulating tide, Yae can't remember when she fell asleep in a daze.

The temperature remaining on the wood during the day did not know when to dissipate. She felt a little cold in the half-dream and half-awake state. She was about to shrink up, but the warm and soft clothes suddenly covered her, blocking the damp chill of the night.

Yae opened his eyes, and through the moonlight penetrating into the shrine, he could vaguely discern the figure of Matsuyo.

"...you haven't slept yet?"

The bonfire burned to the end at some point, and the gray embers piled up quietly.

"If you can't sleep, just get up and sit down." Songyang looked towards the entrance of the shrine, his eyes passed over the vermilion lacquered torii gates, and finally fell on the sea reflecting the bright moonlight.

"By the way?" Sitting up with the clothes covering her shoulders, Yae rubbed her eyes and yawned, and saw clearly that it was Satsuyo's haori that was wrapped around her body.

In the darkness, Yinshi was still sleeping, with only a little head peeking out from under the clothes that covered him.It seemed that he hadn't slept so peacefully for a long time. He hadn't moved since he closed his eyes, and he was lying dead. It couldn't be seen that he was tossing and turning at night not long ago, and he could twist himself into a bed under the quilt. Twist.

"I haven't seen any traces of Amaterasu-in Naraku along the way. Do you think you have a low sense of existence as the twelfth generation? People may have forgotten you."

It is true that there is not enough money to live in a hotel, and it is true that his whereabouts are erratic to avoid people's eyes. Yae folded his knees and sat on the steps of the shrine. "If you're worried, I'll be there in the second half of the night."

Songyang was silent for a while, and Yazhong looked at Mingyue who seemed to be falling into the sea: "...are you thinking about something hazy again?"

After a while, Songyang's voice came from beside her: "It's not that I think about it on purpose, it's just that I can't forget it."

As long as you calm down, you will never forget it.

"... Do we have the money to open a private school?" Yae blinked, and suddenly brought up a seemingly irrelevant topic.

"Don't think about the brand-new yard, but we might pick up the unwanted house thrown away by others, and maybe we can pick it up and renovate it ourselves." Putting his hands behind his back, Yae raised his head and began to think seriously.

"The kendo hall is a must, but it's a bit troublesome to scrub the floor every day. It doesn't matter if the garden is simple, but in spring it will be full of cherry blossoms. The room as a classroom doesn't need to be too big, and the private school is best near the sea. In summer When it’s hottest, you can put the chattering kids to the beach, which is called extracurricular practice.”

Yae thought for a while: "You can teach them kendo, calligraphy, and waka, and when you are interested, you can cover up your own experience and tell anecdotes about history."

Song Yang blinked: "What about you?"

"Me? Of course I am responsible for eating and waiting for death." Yae sighed happily, as if he had seen the future life, "Appreciate the flowers in spring, listen to the rain in summer, collect maple leaves in autumn, and bake rice cakes in the house in winter." Read the script."

Smiling softly, Songyang's voice was soft: "You really think so?"

"That's right, the teacher of the private school will only be you." Yae looked at him slightly sideways, "The eldest student of the Matsushita village school will always be Oboro."

Before Songyang could speak, she added: "In order to raise funds for the private school, let's go for alms tomorrow. It's important to recharge your batteries. You'd better go to sleep now."

She laughed: "Teacher Songyang."

She was alone on the steps of the shrine.

Yae rested her chin and looked towards the distance where the sea and the sky meet.

The sound of the peaceful sea ebbs and flows, the moonlight is gentle, and there is no trace of haze.

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The next chapter is private school

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