[Gintama] Immortal

"What the hell are you?"

The breeze blew through the corridor, and the clear wind chimes spun in a circle, jingling and ringing.

Mizunagetsu made of honey red beans is served in a flat square bowl, and Yae cut the glutinous white pastry into small triangle shapes, which is convenient for everyone in the private school to take freely.

It was the afternoon break, and everyone chatted while eating snacks, laughing and joking.

The sun was setting slowly, and when Gao Shan casually opened her mouth, she had just finished the first piece of dim sum and was about to attack the second piece.

"You are neither a teacher nor a student, what exactly are you in this private school?"

The young man sitting under the eaves looked sideways, as if he was really just asking casually, his green eyes flickered slightly, and he looked at her seemingly calmly.

The action of inserting the bamboo stick into the pastry paused, Yae shrugged indifferently, and brought the second piece of Minazuki to his mouth.

"What do you think I am, I am what I am."

She swallowed the pastry, turned her eyes slightly, and landed on the untouched Minazuki in Takasugi's hand.

"...Are you still eating?"

The corner of his mouth twitched in distaste, and Takasugi directly pushed the pastry in her direction.

"Stop being perfunctory."

Yae opened his eyes wide and looked at him: "Do I look like the kind of person who will perfunctory you?" Then he decisively transferred the piece of Suzuki to his plate. "What I just said is the truth."

In order to express her sincerity, she also held up a bamboo stick: "I can assure you with the comics hidden in the closet in Yinshi."

"...Don't just take other people's things as guarantees, Kouhu!"

Gintoki's complaints were heard not far away, but Yae simply ignored it as if he didn't hear it.

Takasugi clicked his tongue and turned his head away. "You don't want to say it."

When a student from a private school was kidnapped by a ronin a few years ago, although the ronin was quite surprised, he didn't question her afterwards.

Several times, she could feel his thoughtful gaze, but after experiencing that incident, Takasugi seemed to have grown up, and his thoughts had also deepened.

It is rare for him to ask such a question today, obviously he has held back for a long time.

As the saying goes, cannibals have short mouths and short hands, Yae thought for a moment, and shook the bamboo stick in his hand.

"You really want to know?"

Takasugi turned his gaze around.

"If Songyang is everyone's role model and role model..." Seemingly reaching a conclusion, Yae cleared his throat and showed a serious expression: "Okay, then you have to - watch!"

Taking advantage of the students around her being distracted by her loud shout, she inserted the last piece of Shui Wuyue in the square bowl with lightning speed.

"Remember, don't become an adult like me when you grow up."

"..."

"...You are a negative example!!!"

With his hands in his sleeves, Songyang walked leisurely through the corridor, and the first thing he saw was the scene of distraught students chasing Yaeman private school.

A gust of wind blew the bangs in front of his forehead, and Song Yang stood on the spot with a smile on his face. Before his expression could react, Yae turned around and hid behind him without hesitation.

——This is called the secret of the Matsushita Village School, Yoshida Shoyo's Shield.

Whether it is Gintoki Sakata, who loves sweets like his life, or Shinsuke Takasugi, who stabs the head, when they encounter this shield, they will instantly become the five scum of war.

Yae hid behind Songyang very openly, holding his clothes in his hand, and the students who came to attack her made a surprise attack to the left, and she pulled Songyang to turn to the left.The enemy turned to the right, and she quickly swung Songyang to the right.

The two parties kept running in circles with Songyang as the center, and Songyang smiled: "???"

Seeing that some students couldn't help laughing, Gui coughed lightly, folded his arms and said sternly: "Teacher, please move out of the way."

Blinking his eyes lightly, Songyang looked behind him: "What's wrong with you this time?"

Picking up his clothes, Yae poked his head out from behind Songyang, with a very upright expression: "I ate the last piece of snack."

Gintoki took this opportunity to slip to the left, and Yae quickly moved Songyang to that side.

"...Teacher, don't follow me around!"

Songyang sighed helplessly: "Yae."

"Okay, okay, I apologize." Yae also sighed decently, "I'm sorry, I will definitely not steal everyone's snacks next time."

"... You've said this sentence 86 times!" Takuya raised his hand, accusing her aggrievedly.

Songyang looked at Yae who was pulling his clothes, his eyes were crooked, and his voice was obviously smiling: "Do you think I should hand you over?"

Yae said deeply: "The person who shields the criminal will also be questioned."

"Really?" Songyang held his chin, showing serious thinking. "If that's the case..." He tilted his head slightly, narrowed his eyes and smiled, "I'm also an accomplice who has covered you up 85 times."

"……teacher!!"

"Okay, okay," Songyang stretched out his hand to touch Yinshi's head with curly hair, and then looked around, "Everyone, don't hurt your friendship just because of a piece of pastry, just ask Yae to make more next time."

Playing and fighting in the private school is already a daily routine, and the normal order can be maintained, all thanks to Songyang's affinity like spring wind and rain.

There is also the whack-a-mole stunt of two punches if one punch is not enough.

After the students dispersed, Yae emerged from behind Songyang.

"Is it really that fun?" Songyang frowned and asked her with a smile.

"It's very fun." Yae said solemnly, "But it's still the most fun before."

The child who used to be teary-eyed when she teased it casually, now seems to be the one who tolerates her nonsense.

The games she likes to play, they play with her, and they play them very angry.

Yae sighed, looked over the bamboo fence and looked into the distance, slightly raised the corner of his mouth: "...it grows so fast."

Happy and lonely.

Small daily life, small fights, small happiness, small world.

She holds all this dearly in her arms, but one day, everyone will realize.

Students who keep growing, keep moving forward, and keep striving to transform towards their ideal self will realize it one day.

——Matsushita Village School is actually very small.

The end of the horizon is stained with soft twilight, and the light of the afterglow is tilted in the sky, flowing like poured ink.

Today is the day when the bookstore buys goods, and the students all ran to sit and wait. The private school is rarely quiet, only the insects singing up and down in the sparsely scattered bushes in early summer, making the courtyard in the sunset even more tranquil.

There was a sound of heavy objects dragging in the Japanese room. Yae put away the cushions, put the table aside, cleared the center of the room, made sure there were no obstacles around, and put the things collected from the antique house in the castle town on the thick pear wood. on the cabinet.

It was a square object, the four corners were wrapped with metal materials, and there were thin rods on the head that looked like insect antennae.

Yae flipped through the old and yellowed manual, and there were translations in hiragana next to the weird alien text, but because it was a little old, the black ink stains were blurred into a ball, and they were squeezed together pitifully.

Squinting her eyes, she unfolded the ball of paper and placed it in front of her eyes.

"……need my help?"

Yae turned his head following the sound, and Songyang was leaning against the door with a smile, his light-colored eyes bent into beautiful crescents, and he didn't know how long he was there watching her busy alone.

"Have you ever heard of a radio?" Yae handed him the ball of paper, "It's an alien product. Although it has been eliminated by the heavens and humans, it is said that there are still a few channels that can be used."

With the establishment of diplomatic relations between the shogunate and heaven, cultural exchanges with aliens have become more frequent. Recently, strange objects have begun to appear in the castle towns of Liandi City, most of which were circulated from the black market in Edo.

With endless curiosity about new things, Yae recently went to the antique shop in the castle town when he had nothing to do. After getting acquainted with the owner there, he would sometimes help him look at the antiques.

Today, she helped someone appraise a few Buddhist paintings from the Kamakura period. As a reward, the other party gave her this old radio.

Songyang watched her adjust the antenna, turn the button, tap here and tap there, as if she was treating some lazy animal.

With a smile in his eyes, Songyang coughed lightly, reached over her shoulder and pressed the top of the radio: "You seem to have forgotten to turn on the switch."

The murmur of electric current suddenly sounded in the room, and Yazhong looked back at Songyang solemnly.

"You're a genius."

"What do you want this radio for?" Songyang asked her curiously.

Yae turned a few buttons, and the chaotic noise suddenly changed, like a dredged river becoming soothing.

After listening to it for a while, Songyang suddenly realized that it was a song.

Classical and melodious dance music floated out, and the soft and hoarse female voice sang distant songs softly. Although I couldn't understand the lyrics, the emotions contained in them were gentle and tender, like camellias holding rainwater, clear and slow, Affectionate singing seeps out.

The sunset glow dyed the sky very beautifully, and the thin sunset spread down on the corridor, as if covered with a layer of golden satin.

Yae looked sideways at Songyang, his expression seemed to be holding back a smile: "It seems a bit unfortunate that you came here."

With a chuckle, Songyang's eyes were very gentle: "You may have to teach me."

"It's not wise to pin your hopes on me, a novice." Yae smiled and reached out to him, "Do you want to learn together?"

Her knowledge of western dance is limited to seeing it a few times.

At the beginning of the establishment of diplomatic relations between the shogunate and Tianren, in order to get rid of the barbaric impression of the people on earth, they worked hard to learn the etiquette of aliens.

It was impossible for her not to join in the excitement.

"You hold my hand like this first...I put my left hand on your shoulder...you put your right hand around my waist."

Yae taught seriously, and Matsuyo always had that smiling expression, as a student, he couldn't be more cooperative.

"Like this?" Songyang folded his palms to hold her right hand, and put the other hand behind her left waist, gently supporting the curve of her back.

"Does it feel weird to wear a kimono?" Putting one hand on Songyang's shoulder, Yae smiled.

The melodious and soothing music flows quietly, and the twilight merges, covering the world like a thin mist.

Songyang led her, slowly, making circles in the Japanese room.Both of them are newbies, and their movements often go wrong. For a while, "you step on the left foot first, no, no, no, that's the left side."

The two of them were so clumsy, like toddlers, bumping around in circles, Yae couldn't help but laugh.

"What's wrong?" Songyang's expression was particularly innocent.

He who is invincible when he holds a knife is a complete failure when it comes to dancing.

"It's nothing." Yae shook his head, the corners of his mouth raised uncontrollably, "I just feel very happy."

The soft and slow music gradually faded away, like the chirping of insects in summer faded away, and the gurgling stream flowed into the lake, and the final aftertaste was like a gust of wind, blowing past the ears and disappearing.

The music disappeared, and the setting sun turned into a cluster of light, falling behind the west mountain.The hoarse and gentle singing voice seemed to still be reverberating somewhere, and the heart was incredibly soft and warm as if it was about to melt away.

As if tired from dancing, Yae lightly rested her head on Songyang's shoulder.

Crow-feather-like black hair slid down her shoulders and down her waist, and she closed her eyelids.

"Eight heavy?"

Instead, he stretched out his arms to hug her, and Songyang lowered his head.

"...Thank you." Yae said softly, in a low voice.

Resting on Songyang's shoulder for a while, she raised her face.

His cheeks were dyed crimson, Yae's eyes seemed to be shining brightly: "I am really happy today."

Slowly suppressing the smile on the corner of his mouth, Songyang looked at her seriously for a while.

There was no light in the Japanese room, the rays of the setting sun were swallowed up by the horizon, leaving only dreamlike twilight in the world.

Lowering his eyelids to hide the look in his eyes, he kissed her on the forehead very lightly, like a touch of water.

After the momentary and eternal silence, Songyang lowered his head and kissed the corner of her eyes.

He held her face tenderly, as if he wanted to kiss away the tears that didn't exist, and his breathing was as soft as the falling snow in early winter.

"Me too." He whispered, his gentle voice contained emotions from turbulent to calm.

me too.

The author has something to say:

——Comic spoiler alert——

Recently, my mind is full of the words Xu said to Yinshi, "If your Songyang is here, he will definitely say that, saying that you have done a good job and fought very seriously, so you don't have to bear it anymore It’s painful, let yourself free yourself.”

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Starflight Fangzhu's method failed again

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