[Gintama] Immortal

early summer.

The clear sky stretches for thousands of miles, and the clear blue sea is dotted with broken lights and sparkles.The cool sea breeze skips over the black-tiled and white-walled Hagi Castle, passes through the castle town where samurai houses gather, blows over the soft and undulating rice fields outside the city, and melts into the noise of cicadas that have not yet risen.

It was mid-afternoon, and classes were in progress in the private school surrounded by bamboo fences.The teacher paced between the aisles of the desks with a textbook in his hand, and his voice was unhurried, as elegant and melodious as cherry blossoms falling to the ground, leading the students to recite Matsuo Basho's haiku "Ancient Pond".

"The ancient pond, the frog jumped into it, the sound of the water."

Haiku is easy to learn, and the five-seven-five seventeen-syllable syllables are short and concise, and they are easy to read. Even students who are not familiar with waka conjunctions have no difficulty in reading them.

The finishing touch of this haiku lies in the contrast between movement and stillness, the ancient pool and the newborn frogs, the vitality in the silence of Zen.

The sound of the lecture paused slightly, and Songyang glanced at Yin Shi, who was sitting in the corner with a knife in his arms, sleeping soundly, the corners of his mouth slightly curled up, and he signaled to the surrounding students: "get out of class is over soon, don't wake him up. "

Everyone laughed knowingly, and Songyang's soft and gentle teaching voice resounded in the small classroom soon.

After class, it is the usual snack time in the afternoon.

The wind blows outside the window, and the sporadic cicadas sing up and down in the shadows of the trees.Yae recalled the method he learned from the village women a few days ago. Grind kudzu root into powder, add sugar and water and stir it.

Ge Shao is a must-eat snack in early summer. It melts in the mouth in a small ball. The only disadvantage is that it is a little troublesome to make, which is a test of patience.

The kitchen was quiet, she held her breath and focused on the fire, suddenly there was a sound of closing a book from the direction of the classroom, followed by the sound of footsteps, swarming towards the kitchen as if they were fleeing side surge.

"Eightfold, eightfold, eightfold—" If she didn't answer, these little beanies could keep on shouting like that.

"Okay, okay, if I keep calling, I'm going to become 64 heavy." Yae turned around, and at some point there was a row of little heads beside the kitchen counter, and everyone stretched their necks eagerly. Looking at the kudzu roasted on the wire rack, the little eyes are as pitiful as possible.

"How much—long—ah—"

Yae casually said: "Wait a little longer."

"How long to wait?"

"Just wait and wait."

These meaningless conversations are repeated every day, and the two sides enjoy it and never get tired of it.

"Can I eat it when Kanta grows up?" Someone obediently raised his hand and asked.

Kanta is the youngest student at Matsushita Village School, and his biggest improvement recently is learning to write his own name under the guidance of Matsuyo.

"You are the smartest," Yae patted the student on the head, "When Kanta grows up, the dessert will be almost ready."

The dough-like dim sum made of arrowroot powder has a golden color during the roasting process. The baked skin is slightly transparent, but the inside is thick and white as snow.

Yae picked up the chopsticks, took a piece of Kudzu Yaki from the grill, put it to his mouth and took a bite.

The little bean dings were shocked immediately.

"Why can you eat first?!!"

"Because I did it." Yae shrugged, took another piece and stuffed it into his mouth, narrowing his eyes contentedly.

"Why are you eating again?!"

With a snack stuffed in her mouth, she said vaguely: "The one just now was a bit burnt, I'll try the other one."

She swept most of the kudzu on the grill in a short time, and the eyes of the younger students were already full of moisture.

After Yae ate the sixth one, some students finally couldn't help crying and went to Songyang.

The older students sighed and shook their heads as if they were used to this routine.

A student named Tomoya runs a business at home, and his family background is considered affluent among the students in the private school. He does not patch his clothes and has the most shrewd personality. He pushed his glasses on the bridge of his nose, and the small lenses gleamed: "There are a total of There are only Shi Kuai, which is not enough for everyone. In my opinion, the real dim sum must be hidden.”

The corner of Yae's mouth twitched, but before he started laughing, Song Yang's helpless voice suddenly came from the kitchen door: "Yae, I heard you finished everyone's snacks?"

She turned her head with Ge Shao in between, and several students pulled Songyang's clothes and looked at her with tearful eyes and accusations.

Every time there is nothing to do with the Yae, everyone's last trump card is to go to Songyang crying.

Without answering directly, she looked around Songyang: "Where is Yinshi? He is usually the fastest runner, why is he gone today?"

"Yinshi is tired and still sleeping." Songyang replied with a smile.

"Ah, so that's how it is." Yae dragged his voice, "I'll help him eat the portion of the silver hour today."

"Hey, I heard you all!!" Before the words finished, someone who appeared at the kitchen door was furious.

"Hey, isn't this Gintoki-kun who should still be sleeping in class? What kind of wind brought you here?" Yae looked surprised, and everyone laughed.

"Where's Ah Yin's sugar content today?" Yin Shi let out his hand and rubbed his head with a disgusted face, like a cat who is reluctant to let people pluck its hair.

Yae turned around, took down the kudzu yaki that had been made in advance from the shelf one by one, and distributed them to the students who couldn't wait to surround them. "Here, all here."

The children were very satisfied, and the students who got the snacks forgot what happened before in the blink of an eye, and rushed out of the kitchen door just like when they came.

Yae placed the remaining kudzu yaki on a round porcelain bowl.

"Do you want to eat it?" She asked Songyang, "It's a rare success, it would be a pity not to taste it."

Song Yang accepted it with a smile: "Then I'd rather be respectful than obedient."

After class in the afternoon, the private school is basically considered as school.

At this time, a group of students would gather around Songyang, sometimes pestering him to play games together, and sometimes asking questions to delay time.

The way the child expresses his love is very pure, he laughs and follows Songyang, no matter what he says or does, he always makes everyone laugh.No matter where he goes, Songyang is always accompanied by a group of students. As long as he bends over and opens his arms, he can embrace the chattering students in his arms.

"Teacher!" "Teacher!" The voices of more than a dozen children talking together were very noisy, Songyang was still smiling, and patiently touched everyone's little heads.

"Can we see Teacher Songyang tomorrow?" Someone raised his head and asked earnestly with blinking eyes.

"Of course." Songyang bent down and reached eye-level with the students, "The teacher will be here no matter what."

Curving his pine green eyes, his voice was gentle and calm: "See you tomorrow."

The setting sun fell to the horizon, and the sky was covered with a thin twilight.

The gentle evening wind blew across the rice fields in the village, smoke rose from every household, a dog barked from a distance, and summer insects chirped softly among the bushes by the roadside, making the early summer evening even more peaceful.

The children in the village are free-range, and students who have family problems occasionally live in private schools.

There are not many students staying overnight tonight, only three or four in total.

Yae was about to serve dinner when there was a muffled knock on the door of the private school.

Looking at each other with Songyang, Yazhong put down the plate: "I'll go and have a look."

She walked to the verandah, turned around and found that Yin Shi had followed up at some unknown time, silently holding his inseparable knife, with deep red eyes.

"Why are you nervous?" Yae tilted his head slightly.

"...Couldn't Ah Yin follow me over to take a look?" Yin Shi choked for a moment, and turned his head with a twinkle in his eyes.

"I didn't see you worrying about the consequences when I ran out in the middle of the night last night." Yae laughed, "You're getting nervous now?"

"I didn't do anything last night, alright?" Yinshi complained, "When Songyang beat him into the ground, a white light appeared in front of Ah Yin's eyes, hey, he saw the white light leading to the kingdom of heaven, hey."

He muttered softly: "Obviously he was careful not to make any sound, and I don't know how Songyang found out."

"Sneaking out, I advise you to give up as soon as possible." Yae didn't tell Gintoki that, as the former twelfth generation of Amaterasu-in Naraku, if he couldn't even hear the child jumping out of the wall at night, Songyang really doesn't have to mess around.

"Also, haven't you heard that a strong dragon doesn't overwhelm a local snake? It's better to avoid directly provoking officials."

Not long ago, Matsushita Village School was accused of spreading the idea of ​​the collapse of the curtain, because it is a sensitive period of lenient government and prison, although the rumor was spread by students who taught martial arts, the feudal government still sent officials.

Takasugi Shinsuke and Katsura Kotaro are nominally students of the martial arts school, but they are in Cao Ying and their hearts are in Han. Recently, they go to the Songxia Village School every day, kicking the gymnasium and pinching rice balls.When they got together, the three little ghosts sneaked out last night and tried to stop the officials. Fortunately, Songyang arrived in time and smashed the three little ghosts into the ground, successfully resolving the conflict.

Yin Shi twitched the corner of his mouth: "Your focus is 'direct', right?"

"Oh, I was seen through by you." Yae patted him on the shoulder, "Next time remember not to be found out."

...You won't take care of it if you don't get caught? Hey——!Yinshi's face was full of desire to complain.

"Okay, okay, keep your voice down." Yae pushed open the door of the private school.

The figure standing outside was obviously not the official of the feudal government who came to drive them away.

"..."

"..."

After staring at the uninvited guest for a while, Yae opened the door and turned sideways to make way.

"I'm still wondering why you didn't come to the gym today. It turns out that you were late for something."

With bruises on his face, Takasugi stubbornly raised his chin and stood at the door, his fists beside him were clenched tightly. The good quality kimono material seemed to have been thrown into the courtyard by the collar. Full of dirt and dust.He just stood there silently, like a defeated wolf cub, with his head held high despite having no place to live.

"Hey, what are you doing here, kid?" Yinshi said lazily, but there was not much joke in his voice, "If someone beats you up, do you need Ah Yin to stand up for you?"

"You don't need a guy like you to meddle in your own business." Gao Shan snorted, and finally stepped across the threshold.He straightened his back, and the disdain in his voice was tight: "It's just that I was kicked out of the house at last."

Although there was nothing he could do about the scars on his cheeks, he hid them well under the kimono, but he walked a little slower than usual.Both Yae and Gintoki pretended not to see it.

The students who stayed overnight were very happy when they saw Takasugi appearing in the corridor outside the house.

"Ah, isn't this our little Mr. Kiguan?" Songyang said with a smile, "I wonder if we have the honor to share dinner with you?"

Faced with Matsuyo's smiling appearance, Takasugi's attitude obviously softened, and the reply he gave was also very polite, and even his voice became quieter:

"excuse me."

Most of the students in the Matsushita Private School came from poor farming families. Everyone ate together when they ate. There was no class distinction, and there was no rule of not talking when eating or sleeping.

It is estimated that it has become a routine to look scarred and bruised every day. The students present did not find any difference in the injuries on Takasugi's body. Seeing him sitting together, they rushed over enthusiastically.

"Wow, is Takasugi-kun staying here tonight?"

"It's just tonight." Gao Shan said firmly.

"It's great! It's fun when there are many people in the camp!" Everyone was very excited. Children who grew up in the countryside have no discernment, and they are not good at observing words and expressions. Takasugi who was shooting in the back was still a little unaccustomed, but his expression was obviously relaxed.

"Speaking of which, I don't seem to have seen Mr. Gui today." A student suddenly said.

Songyang also looked over together.Facing everyone's gaze, Gao Shan clicked his tongue: "That idiot probably formally applied for withdrawal from the martial arts school. He was originally a special recruiter. If he hadn't had a bright head, he would never have had the opportunity to be in the martial arts school. Get an education."

"So that's the case." Songyang's voice was very soft, "It's good that he didn't encounter any trouble."

I don't know how many students will stay overnight at night, Yae usually cooks more meals, and save the extra for breakfast tomorrow morning.

"If you think the food is too delicious, don't be embarrassed, just praise me." Yae put the square plate containing the food on the small table in front of Takasugi, and said solemnly.

"Shouldn't it be said at a time like this, 'Rough tea and light food, I made you laugh', right?" Yinshi complained about her, but he didn't know whether it was a sudden conscience or something, he turned his head and reminded Takasugi for the first time: "Be careful with miso soup. "

"That's all from the past, okay?" Yae tapped Yinshi's head, "Besides, whether it's miso soup or something else, it's better to be salty than bland."

Yin Shi: "Aren't you still having a heavy taste like always? Hey——"

Everyone around laughed.

The author has something to say:

① Matsuo Basho, a haiku teacher in the early Edo period

His name always makes me hungry_(:з」∠)_

As soon as I write about my daily life, the number of words will burst into a trance

No!I will hold my evil hand!

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