[Gintama] Immortal

When I woke up, the dawn sky was dark.Everything was quiet before sunrise, and the snow fell silently.

The charcoal basin in the corner burned for nearly a night, and a slight warmth remained in the air in the early winter morning. Yae put on a haori, and yawned, and opened the door casually. The proud green pines were covered with snowflakes, and they were still bare yesterday The courtyard was covered with layers of white, and her drowsiness disappeared in an instant.

There was the sound of stomping footsteps in the corridor, and the paper door of the Japanese room was swung open. Yinshi and the three of them were still in a dream, when they were suddenly shaken awake.

"Get up, get up, it's snowing outside!" Yae patted this cheek, and shook that shoulder, his tone full of excitement that couldn't be concealed.

"...it's not dawn yet." Yin Shi was so sleepy that he couldn't open his eyes. "It's just snowing, it's not a three-year-old child anymore..." He muttered a few words in a low voice, his messy curly hair lowered down, directly retracted into the quilt, and continued to sleep.

"It's winter now, normally it's already dawn, you should get up too." Yazhong quickly pulled down the quilt covering his head, "It's not just 'snow', it's the first snow of this year, first snow, you really don't care Interested, curly-haired young man?"

Every cell in Yinshi's body is refusing to get up early: "...a young man with curly hair needs sleep, otherwise he will not grow as tall as someone next to him."

Yae was successfully distracted by Gintoki, but Takasugi didn't jump up to refute Gintoki's words, but just rolled up the quilt on his side and continued to sleep, which shows how sleepy he is.

Among the three, the one with the most elegant sleeping appearance is Takasugi, and he also has the worst qi when he wakes up, black air seems to emanate from his body when he is woken up after a good sleep.Although there are quite a few active students in the private school, once Takasugi falls asleep during the dorm, everyone will calm down more or less.

However, such a thing as low air pressure does not exist for Yae who is completely immune.

"Get up, Jinsuke."

Yae patted Takasugi on the shoulder against her back.

"Songyang told you to wake up, Jinzhu."

Hearing that name, Takasugi seemed to move—just moved.

Dragging a little one out of bed in the winter morning is a daunting task.

Even Gui, who has always been sensible and considerate, stayed still under the covers.

Yae leaned over to take a look, and found that Gui's child hadn't woken up at all, and was still maintaining the magical posture of sleeping with his eyes open.

"..."

She rolled up her sleeves and stood up: "Get up, comrades!! I'll count to three, if you don't move, I will use my trump card!"

No movement.

no response.

So Yae reached out and grabbed the corners of the three people's quilts, and suddenly lifted them up unexpectedly.

Although there is a charcoal basin in the room, the temperature of the embers is not enough to completely dispel the chill of the winter morning, and the warm blanket suddenly disappears, which is called a wind blowing cold.

When Songyang walked into the room, what he saw was Gao Shan and Gui who got up and put on their clothes, rubbing their eyes.

Yinshi continued to sleep on the corner of the quilt without giving up, his small figure shrunk completely, pressing on the quilt pulled up by Yae like a little hedgehog.As soon as Yae dragged the quilt, he was dragged away with him.

"..." Yazhong turned his head following the movement, Songyang raised his hand and clenched his fist against his lips and coughed lightly, "Do you need my help?"

"...You were laughing just now, right? Songyang, you absolutely—yes—smiled just now, right?"

"Hey, is there?" Songyang smiled and rolled his eyes, "It will be revealed by accident."

"Anyway, deny it to me decisively." Yae showed a helpless look, "Really, no matter whether it is big or small, it doesn't make people worry."

Putting down the quilt, Yae stretched out his hand slightly, and under Songyang's gaze with question marks, he smoothly flattened Songyang's temples that were more warped than usual after sleeping in a mess.

"Actually, I've always wanted to ask, why are your sideburns sticking to the sides of your cheeks raised?"

"...I don't know." He tilted his head slightly, his gentle voice was smiling, and his pine green eyes looked extraordinarily innocent, "Born?"

... Born to be a ghost.

Are you the only one with this hairstyle for 500 years?

Yae's face was full of complaints.

Songyang smiled softly: "If Yinshi wants to sleep, let him sleep. Anyway, the private school has no classes today."

As the end of the year approaches, private schools are on holiday, and winter is the slack season for farming. Students spend more time with their families, and the private school that was developed as a nursery school at the beginning has also become leisurely.

Songyang covered Yinshi with the quilt, and seemed to feel Songyang's presence in a daze. Yinshi opened a slit, and after seeing who was next to him, he closed it again with peace of mind. Into dreamland.

"It really seems to be hibernating." Yae commented.

In addition to being more active in kendo classes, Yinshi has a lazy and unmotivated appearance all year round, especially in winter, as if he has entered the state of a small animal that saves energy and avoids heat loss.

Yae and Matsuyo looked at Gintoki's sleeping face together.

...It seems kind of cute.

For the sake of cuteness, let him sleep in bed today.

While eating breakfast, the distant sky had already lighted up slightly, and the light was reflected on the half-open paper door, like mustard flowers emerging from the snow, fine and fluffy, although not very bright, it was extraordinarily soft.

The relit charcoal basin is emitting a warm breath, the alcove is decorated with willows to welcome the new year, and steaming soup and rice are placed on the table.

The river fish in summer is juicy and delicious, and the mushrooms in autumn are rich in aroma. In cold winter, it is suitable for warm meals.Boil slowly over low heat, add a little more juice, and the delicate and soft Hai Lao taro is a must-eat ingredient in winter.

"Good morning, Teacher Songyang."

"good morning teacher."

"Good morning, Shinsuke, Kotaro."

When Takasugi and Gui were almost done eating at the table, Yinshi walked in sleepily, sat down at the table with half-closed eyes as if sleepwalking, and finally looked a little more energetic after breakfast.

The sun is getting brighter, and the world after the snow is white and quiet. Looking at the vast white courtyard, only the green old pine is full of thick colors.Not long after, there were chattering sounds outside the private school, and the crisp sound of stepping on the snow.

Although the private school is on holiday, the students can't stay idle, they still come to bother them as usual, stick to Songyang, or find Yinshi to wait for someone to hang out with.

Today's game is a snowball fight, and the location is the back mountain.

"Remember to come back before dark, don't run away." Songyang said with a smile, and everyone agreed to say hello.

When Yae looked at Yin, although he stopped dozing off, he was still not a little lively and active that a child of this age should have.

"Where are the three fires under your ass?" She blinked.

Yinshi rolled his eyelids: "...There is no such thing."

Although he is more willing to stay in the house, he will not spoil everyone's happiness. The eldest young master Takasugi has been dragged away together, so he will naturally not let go of the opportunity to smash the opponent's face.

The students walked away laughing and laughing, and the world returned to its original tranquility.

well.

There is not a single child in the private school now.

The moment she had been looking forward to for a long time finally arrived—her winter limited rice cake baking conference.

The private school is always lively and lively, which is good, but being surrounded by children also means that she has almost no chance to eat alone, and she can't even cook for herself, because those little guys have sharper noses than dogs, As soon as she took out the snacks, she would appear from all kinds of magical corners, and it was hard to guard against.

But it's different now, she's liberated, she finally doesn't have to hide and eat snacks secretly, thinking about it, she can't help but laugh three times with her hands on her hips.

A small oven was set up, and after a while, the white rice cakes gave off a steaming aroma, slowly covering them with a layer of crispy golden color.

Yae admired the process of the rice cake gradually expanding and softening. Seeing that it was almost baked, she dipped it in a little sweet soy sauce and brushed it on. She took a piece for herself and Songyang, and left the rest on the wire rack to continue baking.

It was a cold winter day outside, and the aroma of roasted rice cakes wafted through the house.Yae covered her mouth and put down her chopsticks, with an expression of being amazed by the smell of baked rice cakes.

"...Is it delicious?" Songyang asked her with a smile.

Yae put down his hands slowly: "Don't tell me, I think I might be a genius at baking rice cakes."

She bought a lot of rice cakes to prepare for the new year, and the parents of the students also sent a lot of rice cakes made by herself. She baked some of them today, and planned to save the other part to make roasted rice cakes and red bean soup.

I have imagined many times the scene of eating rice cakes while admiring the winter snow scene, but I never thought that the hot rice cakes would be twice as delicious in the cold winter, and most of the rice cakes in a stove were swept away by Yae in a short time.

I don't know when a light snow fell in the sky again. Looking at the courtyard through the eaves, delicate snowflakes fluttered and fell gently and peacefully, so small that they disappeared before wetting people's clothes.

The wind chimes in summer are still hanging under the eaves, and the children's sympathy and empathy are extremely strong. Everyone in the private school clamored to change the wind chimes, which are afraid of the cold, into winter clothes and put warm cloth strips on them.

"When it snows for the first time in winter, shouldn't you recite a poem to make it more elegant?" Holding his chin with one hand, Yae tilted his head slightly.

"Maybe." Songyang's expression was very gentle, and his voice was slightly teasing, "However, it's not that time in Heian-kyo now, and it doesn't matter if you don't chant a song."

Yae narrowed his eyes: "You are just lazy."

Songyang smiled without saying a word, without denying it.

She wanted to make a disgusted expression, but she didn't succeed, so she still laughed.

The thin snow soon stopped.

"...Speaking of which, Matsuyo," Yae said casually, propping his chin, "don't you think it's strange?"

"What are you referring to?" Songyang asked.

Yae put down his hand and pressed his left heart: "I should have told you, this child's name is Sakura."

Thinking of that little girl, her expression softened: "This is not my body."

"When you look at me," Yae's voice paused slightly, "don't you find it strange?"

There is no entity, she can sit here now, all relying on the blood contract she unilaterally established hundreds of years ago.

This is not her real gesture.

This face, this voice, is not hers either.

"...No way." Songyang curled his lips, and her figure was clearly reflected in his softly smiling eyes, "Because Yae is Yae."

Eightfold is eightfold.

"..." Yae picked up the last piece of rice cake on the oven and put it in the Songyang bowl.

Songyang: "?"

"It feels like you gave the correct answer, so this is a clearance reward." She sat back with a serious expression, "To be more precise, you seem to have given the answer I most want to hear."

It doesn't matter if it's a white lie.

After a pause, she smiled slightly: "Thank you."

Songyang looked at her for a long time, and something seemed to change in his eyes.

"... Yae."

However, the quiet time is always short-lived.

"Wow, it's the smell of baked rice cakes——!"

The door of the private school was suddenly opened, and the students who were supposed to have a snowball fight came back in groups.

Facing the gazes of the little beans looking at the oven and back again, Yae behaved very frankly, without feeling guilty about eating alone.

"Why are you back, no more snowball fights?"

"Snowball fights lack a fair referee." Wearing a thick scarf, Tomoya pushed up his glasses, with a serious expression on his immature face.

Yae nodded understandingly: "Oh, then I think you may need a Songyang."

She smiled and turned back: "Go?"

Songyang laughed helplessly: "It's impossible to have a snowball fight without a referee."

So that day, the Matsushita Village School went out collectively, and all went to have a snowball fight.