[Comprehensive] Misfortune

Yuko Sakurai gave Yoshida Matsuyo the feeling that she is a pervert, a human being, but it has nothing to do with "human beings" in terms of social ethics in a universal sense.

During this period of time, Yoshida Matsuyo has been playing the role of a bystander. When handing over Sakurai Yuko's full power to Sakata Yin, he didn't say much or do much.

Now it seems impossible to continue.

When Yoshida Matsuyo pushed open the door, the evening flashed through his mind.

The sun, the moon, and the sky remain unchanged forever.

Yoshida Matsuyo pushed open the door, the light was tilted, he looked at the girl leaning on the coffee table in the room, he wanted to ask this girl if she had waited for the dawn in the endless night.

Yoshida Shoyo knows that Sakurai Yuko is not an ordinary person, except for her very presence appearance, her real inside looks so pale and thin, but it is this inside hidden behind the flesh that makes him find a sense of peace of mind.

This is a false feeling.

This is the tenderness that only Xu can feel.

Only Xu Neng was touched by the instant soul meeting, while Yoshida Shoyang could only be secretly startled, even terrified.

That's right.

He is afraid of Sakurai Yuko.

Facing Xu, Yoshida Matsuyo can still fight against it, but facing Sakurai Yuko... this girl is not something that can be defeated by traditional force or spirit.Emotionally, she seemed invulnerable.

She has no ability to love, no emotion of shame and remorse, lack of psychological insight and even less compassion, cold-blooded, ruthless, and arbitrary.

Although she submitted herself to the leadership of Sakata Gintoki for some unknown reason, she actually dismissed it.

Weird isn't it?

She made the rules, but she was the one who despised the rules.

Yoshida Matsuyo even felt that the reason why Yuko Sakurai made the rules was to enjoy the pleasure of breaking them.

"It's Mr. Yoshida."

Sakurai Yuko straightened up lazily, picked up the folding fan on the small table with her left hand and handed it to her right hand, and tapped lightly on several sides, "Please sit down, it's really rude to have no refreshments for reception, please forgive me."

This posture Yoshida Matsuyo had seen on some old mortals.

Yoshida Shoyo thought he should stuff all the words he had prepared back into his stomach, because those words would not have any impact on the person in front of him.

"Tamako, since you don't want to go to class, do you want to learn shamisen? For girls, you can also learn shamisen."

Sakurai Yuko looked at Yoshida Shoyang in surprise, and found that he didn't intend to sit down, so she looked away again, and continued to stare at the spots on the wall, "If Mr. Yoshida wants to play the shamisen for me, that's fine. "

"I see."

Moments later, Yoshida Shoyo returned with a handful of shamisen.

The cold war with Sakata Gintoki is still going on, and Yoshida Matsuyo is almost finished playing all the tunes he knows, and the time is coming to autumn.

There are no seasonal flowers in the Songxia Village School, but there are a few golden ginkgo trees.

When the students were teaching in the classroom, Yuko Sakurai leaned on the porch in the backyard and watched the falling ginkgo leaves in a trance.

She can sit like this all day.

On this day, Yoshida Shoyang found Sakurai Yuko again, holding a bamboo hat in her hand, with a thin white gauze hanging around the brim of the hat.

Sakurai Yuko's eyes fell on the bamboo hat, and there was a little smile on her lips.

"Is this for me? Take me out? To the street?"

"All right."

Yoshida Shoyo has crooked smiling eyes, not as lively and lively as when facing the students, but he has a calm and gentle temperament.

Sakurai Yuko stood up, took the bamboo hat, but looked up at Yoshida Shoyo with doubts.

It was rare for her to be curious about a person himself.

"What does Mr. Yoshida want? Don't you know that I don't like you? If you take me out, Gintoki will be angry."

"do not like me?"

"Huh? Don't you know?"

"Ah... didn't you say you like the... smell on me?"

Sakurai Yuko blinked, "I like your smell, but hate your temperament."

Very good, very accurate, it seems that the dictionaries of the previous few days were not in vain.Yoshida Matsuyo thought bitterly.

"Tamako always thinks differently from others. It's the first time I've been told that. It's always been the other way around... Even myself..."

Like Xu, hate Yoshida Matsuyo...?

"So? Not the same, so?"

What can you do with me?

Can you still ask me to change it like Yinshi?

Stop joking.

Glancing at Yoshida Shoyang with a half-smile, Sakurai Yuko didn't wait for the man's reply, and put on the bamboo hat by herself, with the white gauze fluttering, "Let's go."

Yoshida Matsuyo sighed silently, and silently led the girl to find Sakata Gintoki who skipped class.

Yoshida Shoyo thought, not only Xu, even he was eager to get close to Sakurai Yuko.This has nothing to do with Sakurai Yuko's beauty, Xu may be able to appreciate Sakurai Yuko's malicious beauty, but he can't.

He was born alone, he didn't even have a race... he didn't even have the same kind, and he existed alone in this world, and his state couldn't even be called "alive".

Confused because of loneliness, uneasy because of confusion.

After meeting Oboro, he discovered the possibility of getting rid of loneliness, but he lost Oboro.Then he met Sakata Yinshi again, and met many students.

Xu and human beings are irreconcilable, and Yoshida Matsuyo longs for the harmony between the two.

If there is no Sakata Gintoki, he might choose Sakurai Yuko.

This assumption doesn't make any sense.

"Does Yuzi believe that there are gods in this world?"

"Believe."

"Really?" Yoshida Shoyang was a little surprised, but he didn't take it seriously, "There is a planet where the aborigines are born with an endless desire to explore and a spirit of doubt. They doubt everything, deny everything, and break everything. I ...I once spoke to a respectable one of them, who told me that each life is unique. That is, life has nothing to rest on. Neither gods nor others can provide a measure for themselves And reference, eternal loneliness, everything needs to be decided by oneself.”

Sakurai Yuko paused slightly, "That sounds right."

"If every life has the concept of 'self' from the moment of consciousness, then being different from others means that life cannot gain experience from other people's experience, then whether the 'self' of life starts from the moment of formation Is there a purpose? Or is it that the 'self' has no basic needs, and its creation has no meaning?"

"If there is no goal, the existence of this person is meaningless, right?"

"That's right. Do you know what the man said?"

"What did you say?"

"He said that the meaning of the existence of the 'self' is to be satisfied, whether it is the external material or the internal spirit. If I want a sword and I get it, then my ego is satisfied; if I want A companion, but I don't find it, then my ego is not fulfilled. What happens if the 'self' is not fulfilled?"

"I don't know, what's going to happen?"

"I will be painful and angry, and feel that the world in my eyes is distorted in an instant."

Yoshida Matsuyo stopped in his tracks. In front of them was a long flight of steps. At the end of the steps, the wind chime on the wooden door of the shrine made a crisp sound.

Yoshida Shoyo passed through the tulle, his gaze was no longer gentle and inclusive, like a sword, unstoppable, easily penetrated the white gauze and was directly printed on Sakurai Yuko's eyes.

"'Ego' is a very fragile thing. If it is not satisfied for a long time, it will shatter. Does Yuzi know what to do at this time?"

"I don't know, and I don't need to know."

Hearing this, Yoshida Matsuyo subconsciously showed a smile, he knew that Yuko Sakurai had listened.

He ignored Sakurai Yuko's refusal, and still said slowly and gently: "'Self' is just a child who has a temper. He wants to prove the meaning of his existence, so he constantly produces needs and demands to be satisfied. If you are not satisfied, you will get angry. But loneliness does not bring any meaning to life. The self of life wants to prove its existence from the moment it is born. This is in the final analysis an act of seeking the meaning of existence. The so-called meaning , and it needs to be searched from a larger scope, not an individual, but a group. Therefore, no matter what goal an individual life has, their ultimate goal is to get rid of loneliness. Loneliness is the original sin of life given by the gods, and the gods are dead. This original sin is still..."

Yuko Sakurai took off her bamboo hat abruptly, glaring at Yoshida Shoyang.

She didn't know why she was so angry, there was a vain anger tearing her nerves in her chest, she thought of the life in the cave, and the god of death who raised the sickle, she wanted to kill Yoshida Shoyang.

The only way Sakurai Yuko knows how to express her emotions is to kill people.

"Does Mr. Yoshida like me? Am I not beautiful? The world says that I am a unique treasure, an existence that is more dazzling than gods. Don't Mr. Yoshida think so? For such an existence, can Mr. Yoshida die? For this I, kill myself, is it okay? It’s okay, don’t Mr. Yoshida want to make me happy? If Mr. Yoshida is dead, I will be very happy. Come on, make me happy, hold up..."

Yoshida Shoyo raised his hand and pressed it on top of Sakurai Yuko's head, blocking the girl's face.

"I'm sorry, I promised Yinshi, and I don't have any shady habits. Besides, I can't die now, so the answer is that I refuse."

The palms are opened.

Yoshida Shoyo withdrew his hand nonchalantly, the fake smile disappeared from his face... no, not so much a fake smile...that smile was just a moment in his 500 years of bloody killings.

In an instant, it must be fleeting.

One of the most dangerous creatures in the universe, the incarnation of Altana, unleashes a trace of coercion, forcing the glaring girl to fall to the ground, with a pale face and difficulty breathing.

Sakurai Yuko felt the threat of death, and she was particularly familiar with this feeling after having died once.

She doesn't want to die.

Sakurai Yuko gritted her teeth tightly, a layer of cold sweat oozed from her forehead, she raised her head with difficulty, feeling in a trance that Yoshida Songyang was far away from her, unattainable.

Sakurai Yuko saw Yoshida Shoyang, or that man with a light temperament, the clear and warm emerald eyes were soaked in the warm orange light at the moment, but they showed a kind of cold, crawling Animal eyes.

Yuko Sakurai saw Yoshida Shoyo slowly raise the corners of his mouth, revealing a smile that was the same as usual.

That smile is the last ray of light struggling from the mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood for 500 years. It should be praised that it is really unstained from the mud.

"You see, you are not invulnerable. I can kill you easily, and I also have the ability to resist your demands. You may think that your beauty can bring you everything, but this perception is wrong. Like the man who said that life cannot be learned from the experiences of others is wrong."

"I know your eyes, those eyes are those of people who have experienced death. Yuzi, you are too weak and too stupid in my eyes to be worth mentioning."

"So, now, answer me."

"Do you want to worship me as a teacher?"

Sakurai Yuko heard her own voice.

"want."