[Gintama] Immortal

The flowing river glistens in the sun, and the waterside is verdant, crowded with bright calamus flowers, bearing the colors of midsummer heavily.

The broken plank bridge was partially covered by the dense stalk grass, and Yae was sitting on the edge of the bridge with her kimono skirt in her arms, a loose straw hat on her head, and a slender fishing rod in her hand.

There was no wind, and the afternoon seemed to stand still.

The sun scorched the boards, the summer insects sang listlessly among the bushes, the bamboo basket beside her was empty, and all her hopes rested on the motionless buoy.

A scarlet dragonfly flew over leisurely, landed on the tip of the windmill grass, and did not move.

The buoy suddenly sank into the water, and Yafold swung the fishing rod very quickly, the sound of "crashing" sounded, and a lively sweetfish jumped out of the water, swinging in a beautiful arc in the air.

Holding the fishing line close, only the sweetfish, the size of her palm, stared at her with blank eyes, opening and closing its mouth, as if screaming silently.

……too small.Yae sighed melancholy in his heart, and with a plop, he put the sweetfish he had just caught back into the river.

"You're really here." A listless voice sounded from behind, she turned her head, and Gintoki was standing among the barracuda grass taller than him, her messy curly hair was like fluffy flying catkins, There was a familiar expression on his face.

He glanced at the empty fish basket: "It seems that you don't have much talent for fishing."

"This is called leisure, retirement, health and entertainment." Yazhong hooked the bait, raised his hand, and threw the fishing line back into the river. "I must catch the biggest river fish today."

at this time--

"Gintoki, have you found Yae?"

There was a rustling sound among the grass by the river, and the figures of Gui and Takasugi emerged from the lush vegetation.

"You're late, wig, she has become an old man addicted to fishing." Yinshi looked at the blue sky in summer.

Yae smiled and looked at the two of them: "Hey, who are the clever and clever Kotaro and Jinsuke, who actually got lost and came to the river."

After a pause, she patted the empty seat beside her: "Want to go fishing with me?"

Takasugi: "I'm not interested in feeding mosquitoes."

"It's so indifferent, Jinsuke." Yae shook his head, "Then, what's the point of you three coming to find me in such a hot day?"

It is not surprising to find Songyang.The students of Songxia Village School basically look for Songyang every day.Eye tracking during class, and sticking to each other immediately after class, just like a bird cub, it will automatically chirp and follow Songyang when it sees Songyang.

But it would be strange to come to her.

Before the three of them answered, Yae stretched out Erkang's hand suddenly: "Wait a minute, let me guess—you won't make trouble again, will you?"

The thing that a kid of this age is best at is to poke someone.

Matsushita Village School is to the east of the outskirts of Dicheng, and Tokoji Temple, where the Maori lords are buried, is also to the east of the outskirts of Dicheng. The distance between the two is only half a stick of incense.

The students in the private school once had a good time playing kicking jars, and somehow ran to the cemetery of Toko Temple, and were caught by the monks in the temple and scolded them severely. students took it back.

Thinking about it carefully, Songyang seems to have apologized a lot, basically because of the mischievous children in the private school.

Of course, led by the three of Yinshi, those little devils who can toss are also very diligently planted in the ground by Songyang with a smile.

The teacher is indeed a hard gardener.Yae was very emotional.

If the students could plant it, the backyard of the Matsushita Village School would have had a bumper harvest.

"No, you misunderstood." Gui coughed lightly.

Yae suddenly became serious: "Could it be that you were beaten?"

"...how is it possible." Yin Shi twitched the corners of his mouth.

"That's right," Yae glanced at him, then at Takasugi, she was relieved, "No matter how you look at it, you all have the place to hit someone."

...Why did you show a relieved expression.Why is there such a reassuring expression? Hey.

Gao Shan snorted, Gao Shan folded his arms coldly and did not speak.

Gui put the topic back on track: "We came to you to ask you something."

Yae looked at him.

Gui's voice paused: "Do you know when Teacher Songyang's birthday is?"

Yae blinked, then blinked again.

At that time, Song Yang, who was still the twelfth generation, made all kinds of preparations for leaving Amaterasu-in Naraku, from money-making to passing hands to life background, and even the cooking pot was considered.

But only birthday... It seems that I didn't even think about it.

Neither did she.

Because this is something neither of them has, so there is no inertial thinking.

For the first time ever, Yae was overwhelmed by the question.

She answered honestly, "I don't know."

"...Wait, don't you know each other very well?"

"Do you have to know your birthday if you know each other well?"

The two sides looked at each other silently, Gao Shan and Gui had "Isn't that natural" written on their faces.

In the end, Yinshi scratched his cheek, looked at the calamus flowers on the other side of the river, and gave the best thing: "Do you know what Songyang likes?"

The breeze blew, and the bright calamus flowers swayed.The surface of the river is mottled with light and shadow, and the sparkling light is reflected on the windmill grass growing by the water. The red dragonflies vibrate their wings and fly high into the blue sky.

"Yes," Yae smiled slightly, "He likes you."

After a moment of silence, Yinshi lowered his eyes slightly, and there seemed to be a very slight wave in his red eyes: "... what else?"

"Gone."

"what??"

"Why are you so surprised?" Yae laughed, "It's hard to find something you like."

For Yoshida Shoyo, the most important thing in this world is the students of Matsushita Village Juku.

The long time will wear away the edges and corners of the human mind, things will lose their fresh taste, and the scenery will lose its bright colors.Existing in the world day after day, the distance from the world will become far away.

The sunrise is no longer moving, the sunset is no longer magnificent, even rice as hard as gravel and miso soup as salty as sea water can be poured directly without changing expression.

Burned, pierced, dismembered, beheaded, all kinds of physical torture, in the end, it is still not worth the cold nothingness that swallows all emotions.

Favorite food - none.

Favorite season - none.

Likes - none.

If killing is considered a hobby, maybe you can name it, but it is still far from liking.

She has used Amway for 500 years, and before Songyang came out, she did not sell any Amway.

The answer they wanted was obviously not this. The three of them looked at Yae, as if they thought she would say something more.

"Don't you understand?" She showed a helpless look, and temporarily put the fishing rod aside, "You have already won at the starting line."

"Listen well, it's not only about the intention, but also about the person giving the gift." Yae put her hands on her hips, posing as if she was sure of winning.She bent her lips and smiled:

"Songyang likes the students of Matsushita Village School, so no matter what you give, he will be happy."

……

Classes at Matsushita Village Juku are not limited to classrooms.In the field, by the sea, on the promenade under the eaves, on the way home from school, as long as students have questions, Songyang will answer them.

The content of the Matsushita village school is not limited to books, and it is up to the students to learn what they want.Some people like waka with exquisite melodies, some people like to practice kendo painstakingly, and some people have a strong interest in abacus calculations, and they can dial the abacus for a whole day.

Of course, there are also those who have nothing to do all day long, who have no ambitions and are lazy, and their specialty is sleeping during the day.

The so-called extracurricular practice is more like an outing.

The gurgling stream is as clear as melting jade.The students who ran in the front stepped on the boulders out of the water, bouncing and jumping like wild deer in the mountains, and landed on the other side lightly in the blink of an eye.He turned around and waved desperately at Songyang.

"Teacher, this way—"

Some students felt that Songyang was walking slowly, so they ran back stepping on stones.

The sky is blue, the clouds are white, the sunlight pouring into the forest is lazy and clear, and it is scattered on the water like floating golden scales.

Across the quiet stream, the shadows of verdant trees are overwhelming.

The students surrounded Songyang happily and walked forward, unable to hide their excitement.Songyang looked back to the end of the line, and Yae smiled at him, very happy.

In order to give an answer to the students of Matsushita Village School and not want to disappoint everyone, Yae and Matsuyo discussed secretly, and finally set his birthday on August [-]th.

That is today.

At a time like this, it's an adult's specialty to pretend that you don't know anything.

When the students all clamored to take him to a certain place, Songyang agreed directly with a smile.

The eyes suddenly opened up, and the bright sun poured down in large swaths.The valley is covered with thick and fragrant vegetation, and the blue sky seems to border the rolling hillsides.

"Teacher, close your eyes." "Close your eyes, teacher."

The students were chattering, so Songyang had to close his eyes, with a helpless smile on his lips.

"No, no, squat down first."

"I have closed my eyes, how can I squat down."

"Then open it first, squat down, and then close it."

Everyone quarreled and finally quieted down.

The summer is sunny, and there seems to be a breeze blowing from far, far away, like soft feathers brushing people's cheeks.

The wind brings the taste of sunshine, and the smell of summer flowers.

Yae stood aside, watching the students carefully put the garlands that everyone had made together on Songyang's head.

Songyang opened his eyes, subconsciously raised his hand to touch it, and was stunned when he touched the circle of fine and delicate wild flowers on his head.

"Happy birthday!"

"Happy birthday, Teacher Songyang!"

Everyone laughed, but Songyang was stunned for a long time.

He slowly put down his hand, with a soft voice, as if something was so full that it was about to overflow, he had to handle it gently, as if he was afraid of disturbing the moment: "This is really... a surprise. "

"Do you like it?" Some students couldn't wait to ask, "Does the teacher like this gift?"

Songyang bent his eyes: "I like it."

He repeated softly: "This is the best gift a teacher has ever received."

"I think we forgot one more thing." Yae cleared his throat, and suddenly interjected.

Everyone looked over together, and she smiled: "If I remember correctly, there is another birthday star in August."

Gao Shan, who was standing on the edge, froze suddenly, but unfortunately his reaction was a step slower.

"Ha! Don't try to run! Catch him!"

Yinshi moved the fastest, he grabbed Takasugi's shoulders, ignored the other person's face that was as dark as the bottom of a pot, and dragged out his voice maliciously: "Where do you want to go, young master."

Gui cleared his throat, and seemed to be holding back a smile: "Everyone's kindness, you can accept it."

The students blocked Takasugi's way of retreat. Under the gaze of Takasugi sweating, Songyang took the wreaths from the girls and walked towards him with a smile on his face.

Gao Shan was about to close his eyes as if facing death, when suddenly there was a slight force on his head.He raised his head, and Songyang raised his hand to put on a corolla made of beard branches for him. His voice was low and gentle, as if filled with the best wishes in the world: "Happy birthday to you in advance, Jinsuke."

So Yae saw Takasugi blushing.

Blind people can see how happy he is, and it doesn't matter if he tries desperately to hide it, because it's all coming out of his eyes.

Yinshi just interjected at such a time: "Wow, are you blushing?"

Then he was hunted down by Takasugi angrily.

Everyone laughed.

The gentle wind blows by the ear, the blue sky is high and far away, like a dream that will never end.

"Suddenly I'm a little envious of you," Yae narrowed her eyes and looked at Song Yang beside her. She actually felt that it was appropriate for him to wear a flower crown.

Song Yang tilted his head slightly: "What's wrong?"

Yae signaled Songyang to take off the wreath.

"See this one?"

She pointed to the left side of the wreath. Because of the clumsy weaving, the lilac flower was clearly showing signs of loosening.

"It was made up by Takasugi."

She then pointed to a bright yellow mustard flower beside her: "This is Gui's."

"This is from Yinshi." She found the hibiscus flower that had been weaved several times.

"This is Qiuyin's."

"It's Chiya's."

"It's Kanta's."

"This is……"

These flowers might wither tomorrow, so she had to remember them now.

Before the time turns, the students in the private school have not yet grown up, the blue sky freezes here, and the leader of Naraku, who has been responsible for 500 years of murder, is as far away as a memory of her previous life. Yu Yu's moment of brilliance.

She also hopes that Songyang can remember.

In his long and long life, he has received so many bright colors.

The author has something to say:

Late Night Liver Update

The protagonists of the recent comics have been waiting for a long time. Although Takasugi has a lot of scenes [basically vomiting blood [no] scenes] I am very happy, but Gintoki next door has quietly disappeared for a long time_(:з」∠)_

Are you still making trouble?

Are the dragon veins of the earth still safe?

Did Dingchun, who ran to the supermarket in those years, find its strawberry milk?

As expected, the task of saving the earth still has to be handed over to Wang Jiang [No