[Gintama] Immortal

In the winter morning, everything is quiet, and the cauldron is steaming and gurgling on the kitchen stove.

The morning light fell through the vents above, and the fine dust seemed to hang still in the beams, looking like shimmering shards of light.

With a soft sound, the paper door leading to the kitchen slid open, and a small figure yawned across the boundary between the wooden floor and the tatami mats, approaching the stove as if sleepwalking.

There seemed to be a sweet smell floating in the air, the figure paused, suddenly woke up, and glanced sharply at the grill, and found the golden roasted sweet potatoes.

Swallowing, he stretched out his hand without thinking.

Suddenly, someone grabbed his wrist.

"Successfully caught the roasted sweet potato thief." Yinshi raised his head, and Yae, who was supposed to be recuperating from his injuries, looked at him with a smile, his spirit was so bright that there was no sign of an injury, "You are not afraid of burning your hands."

Falling short of success, Yin Shi turned his face away with a light click, and muttered in a low voice: "I just don't touch it, cheapskate."

As he spoke, he struggled and struggled, but failed.

Yin Shi: "...Hey, why don't you let go?"

"If you let go, you'll run away." Yae said half-jokingly and half-seriously, she paused slightly, "You've been avoiding me recently, why?"

The common sense that patients need to rest, the possibility of practicing it in private schools is almost zero.

Since she woke up, whether she was eating, drinking or changing her medicine, she would always be surrounded by a few students.But among the shadows swaying around her recently, Yinshi's is the only one missing.When everyone came to see her just after waking up, he was just standing by the door, his red eyes were heavy, and he had no intention of getting closer at all.

She could probably guess what he was awkward about. She waited patiently and finally decided to take the initiative.

"..." He choked obviously, Yinshi's eyes wandered, he looked left and right, but he refused to meet her eyes. "You're thinking too much, Ah Yin is a busy person, just consuming enough sugar every day is already enough, where is the time to do extra things."

Gintoki stood a little stiffly. Seeing this, Yae bent slightly, and took Gintoki's hand to touch the part of her head that was originally covered with bandages: "Actually, you don't have to be so nervous. Look, my wounds are all gone. alright……"

Before he finished speaking, Gintoki withdrew his hand suddenly like an electric shock.

The pupils constricted for a moment returned to normal, and belatedly realized that his reaction had gone too far, Gintoki stammered: "Do...what are you doing!"

Yae watched him remain silent, and Yinshi added: "Can someone touch a wound casually?"

Her wound was actually not deep, and she had been bedridden for so many days, and after taking off the bandage and letting her hair down, she couldn't see anything at all.

But because the injury was on the head, and the doctor had earnestly warned her so many times, in order to avoid any unnecessary sequelae, she had to lie down for a few more days.

Sighing, Yae knelt down on his knees, raised his head slightly, and looked at him.

"... Am I hated by Yinshi?"

"..."

"If Gintoki doesn't hate me, just sit with me for a while." Yae blinked.

"The sweet potatoes are almost done, so let's sit over there and eat."

The kitchen is located in a soil room without a floor, and generally speaking, shoes need to be changed.The wooden clogs were placed under the wooden planks, and Yae and Gintoki were sitting on the wooden floor of the room adjacent to the kitchen, holding a hot roasted sweet potato in each hand.

On a cold winter day, sweet potatoes baked crispy and golden are warm and delicious. The heat from the grill remains on the skin, making it warm in your hands.

On the stove, the cauldron was steaming.The early morning is quiet, and very occasionally, there will be the sound of snow falling on the pine branches outside, and other than that, there is only the unique tranquility of winter.

Sleepy hair is messed up, and the kimono is lazily put on the shoulders. No matter what kind of clothes you wear, you can wear it loosely, and you always look listless and lack of sleep.

He carelessly tore off the skin of the sweet potato, revealing the golden inside, brought it to his mouth and took a bite.

"...Does it still hurt?" The vague voice was like talking to himself, and it would be missed if you were not careful.

Her cheeks were bulging, and her eyelids were drooping in Yinshi, as if she wanted to see the flowers from the sweet potato in her hand, and her voice was low.

"I mean...your wound."

Yae was stunned for a moment, and quickly suppressed her smile after recovering.

"If I say it hurts," Yae cleared his throat and looked serious, "would you be willing to carve up half of the land for me?"

"... Huh? You obviously robbed, right?!"

Yae smiled and said: "Can't you?"

Under her gaze, Yin Shi reluctantly turned his face away, and after a while, he said vaguely: "It's not completely impossible."

After thinking about it, he broke off a piece of the sweet potato in his hand, and handed it to her with great pain.

"Here," Yin Shi still refused to look at her, looking away, he waved his hand in disgust, and urged: "Take it quickly."

Yae's eyes softened.

Yinshi held the sweet potato and waited for a long time, but did not wait for Yae's response.

He finally turned his head, only to see Yae clapping the crumbs on his hands and opening his hands slightly towards him.

"Do you want to come?" Her expression was serious, and her voice was also very serious, "A hug for a limited time."

"...What the hell is the limited-time hug!" Gintoki turned his face away and complained.Not knowing if it was an illusion, Yae's ears turned slightly red when he saw Gintoki.

"Besides, Ah Yin is not one of those naive brats..."

He couldn't finish the sentence.

Yae stretched out his hand and hugged the small, silver-haired child.

Although it is much better than when Songyang just picked him up, Yinshi is still very thin and his hair is messy. When he hugs his shoulders and leans against his arms, he looks like a thin milk cat. .

"It doesn't hurt anymore." Yae's voice softened.

"The wound doesn't hurt anymore."

Silver is quiet.

After a long while, she heard him muffled, "Really...does it hurt?"

Yae couldn't hold back a soft laugh.

"A liar swallows a thousand needles." She said, touching Yinshi's little head as if to comfort a baby.

……

The courtyard of the private school is full of snow, and in the vast white world, only the quaint pines are slightly dark green.Songyang stood under the eaves of the corridor, leisurely looking sideways at Yae who came to him.

"Are you reconciled?"

"Thanks to the limited-time roasted sweet potatoes, I finally found a chance to talk."

Yae spread her hands.

"Really, that's really great, so there are still roasted sweet potatoes." Songyang smiled and said, "Is there any left?"

"I won't give you any left over." Yae glanced at him, "This is what you care about. I think the boat of our friendship may capsize."

Yae and Songyang looked at each other seriously for a moment, and then they both laughed.

In the forest, there is a soft fluttering sound of the wings of birds when they leave the branches, and they fly briskly to the white distance.

"Speaking of which," Yae looked away, looking at the snow-covered cherry trees in the courtyard, "I suddenly realized something."

"what happened?"

After a moment of silence, Yae turned around.

"Want to try?"

Song Yang tilted his head, his expression was very innocent: "Try what?"

Yae looked at him for a while, as if she had made up her mind, she sighed helplessly:

"Just stand there and don't move."

Under Songyang's gaze full of question marks, Yae walked up to him, then raised his hand slightly——

Cautiously and a little tentatively, she leaned forward and gave him a light hug.

The smiling expression suddenly disappeared, and Songyang's eyes widened slightly for a moment.

Before that, she had never tried to reach out and hug each other.

Yae didn't know why she only realized this today, but after realizing it, she suddenly wanted to do this.

There is no difficulty as imagined, no discomfort at all, just like snow falling in winter, flowers blooming in spring, fallen leaves will be turned into nourishment for the earth, and new green shoots will emerge from decaying trees in the coming year, stretching toward each other. Shots are such a natural thing, as long as you make the first step, everything else will follow.

The world seemed to be a little quieter than before, not even the sound of falling snow could be heard.

Yae let out a sigh of relief.Unlike when she was facing Yinshi, she found that she was still a little nervous.

……That'll be fine?

She was about to take a step back when the body temperature of another person suddenly surrounded her.

Songyang stretched out his hand, and silently and gently took her into his arms.

His movements were extremely light, as if as long as he breathed a little harder, she would pull her hands away from his arms, restraining her strength as if she were dealing with a fragile and short-lived treasure.

It was cold in winter, and the window edges seemed to be covered with pure white frost, but the other party's embrace was very warm.

Suddenly the heart was very calm, like a lake whose ripples gradually subsided, and also seemed to reflect the sky without any haze on the water surface, Yae slightly relaxed his shoulders, and pressed his face into Songyang's arms.

There was a steady heartbeat in the other party's chest, and there was no more reassuring sound in this world.

Yae lowered her eyes slightly.

It was the voice that had been with her for 500 years, and had not disappeared or left her during that time.

She is very happy.

Yae realized this.

When holding this person, when being held by this person, she felt a kind of peaceful joy from the bottom of her heart.

It turned out to be such a happy thing for two people to embrace each other.

Sharing each other's body temperature and heartbeat, surrounded by another person's existence, the deepest part of her heart is known only to her, a place so deep that no sound can be revealed, that painful and almost eternal lonely gap , and suddenly became less embarrassing.

Won't be filled with anything, can't be filled, but at least the edges are no longer sharp for now.

"Is this also a limited time?"

A gentle voice suddenly rang in his ears, even if he couldn't see Songyang's expression, Yae knew what kind of smile was in those pine green eyes.

"...I said, your problem is very difficult." Yae sighed.

She raised her face and put on a serious expression: "How can you ask a woman such a question? It's the same as 'Can I hold your hand', and you won't get an affirmative answer. If you change your position, change this time. I'm asking you, 'You want this to be a limited time...'"

"do not wish."

Song Yang said with a smile.The hand holding her waist tightened slightly, he brought Yae closer to his arms, and his pleasant voice lowered slightly:

"It's not okay if the time limit is limited."

"..."

Leaning in the opponent's arms, Yae was speechless for a while, as if he hadn't recovered.

"So, what's your answer?" Songyang asked her with a smile, being a bit childishly stubborn on this question.

Songyang lowered his head slightly, so close to her that his forehead was almost touching her forehead, and his breath warmly fell on her eyelashes.He blinked slowly: "Is this also limited in time?"

Is this running wild?Is this an operation that she doesn't know about? ?

...I didn't expect you to be such a Songyang.

He looked at her seriously, his eyes were slightly curved like crescent moons, and there was a very quiet gentleness in his expression.When being stared at by the other party, even the time will soften, and there is no way to say anything against your will.

Turning his face away, Yae buried his face on Songyang's shoulder. After a long while, he still couldn't hold back, and his eyes narrowed with a smile.

"……no."

It was she who lost.

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The first half of the private school ends here

The next chapter will span a few years, and I will finally enter joy3’s juvenile period, I’m ready to move [you wait