[Comprehensive Manga] My love is a male god

The private school soon embarked on a regular path.

In the beginning, there were only two students in the private school, one was a student and the other was a teacher.

Later, because private school education broke the class and formalism of the past, it was not aimed at rich or powerful warriors, but more farmers, businessmen, low-level warriors and freelance families; there was no gender discrimination, as long as Boys and girls are very welcome to study.

So gradually, the number of students increased.There is no red tape and etiquette between teachers and students, but equality and freedom in a relaxed and happy relationship. Teachers give full play to ignite students' enthusiasm and enthusiasm for learning; cultivate a new style of loyalty and simplicity, and correct the old habits of hypocrisy and meanness.The air in the school is free, the relationship between teachers and students is friendly, and it is common for us to eat at the same table or make rice balls together.Of course, when the teacher is farming, the students are self-studying or practicing kendo, and the senior brother with the highest force value, Oboro, will give instructions.

Since the students are all children from nearby villages, they usually come to class during the day and go back to their respective homes at night. The resident population in the private school is still only four people: Yinshi, Oboro, Songyang and An Zeyi.

Looking at the thriving and vibrant private school, An Zeyi felt joyful with a sense of accomplishment, but also thought a little bit.

From the first day he came to this world and learned about this world, he discovered that this world was extremely close to the last years of the Japanese Shogunate in his memory.

If the famous "black ship coming to sail" in Japanese history corresponds to the arrival of heaven and man, Tokugawa Sada, who is in power, corresponds to Tokugawa Iedada (think of Tokugawa Ieyasu in history as Tokugawa Yasushi who is quite cute. Kang, An Zeyi felt a little sick to his stomach).So, who is Yoshida Matsuyo?

Not to mention that Songyang is unknown, since Anze found out that one of the students who came to study was named Hirotake Ito, he no longer felt that Songyang was unknown.

Nima, Ito Hirobumi has become Ito Hirotake, are you sure this world is not a copycat?

Yes, he doesn't know much about Japanese history, but he still knows Ito Hirobumi who started the Sino-Japanese Sino-Japanese War of [-]-[-]!

Not to mention that he had just watched "The Founding of the Party" as a party member before he died. In it, Yuan Shikai played by Fa Ge said, "When Hirobumi Ito was around, he didn't dare to talk to me like that!", he still remembers it.

Thinking of Hirobumi Ito's Sino-Japanese Sino-Japanese War of [-]-[-], Japanese militarism, and World War II, Yasuzawa, who had just realized the student's future identity at that time, took Songyang and the student textbook he had prepared to check several times. (At that time, Songyang looked at Anzeyi with a confused face and a foggy expression, his expression was as serious as checking an explosive/powder bag), and then carefully read Songyang’s lesson plan, squatting at the door and listening to it for a few ears The content of the class, I am afraid that any wrong sentence will ignite the desire of Hirotake Ito to invade China.

However, he found that the fundamental purpose of education in Songyang was to cultivate talents who had a sense of resistance and were able to adapt to the political situation and ideals at that time, that is to say, to cultivate intellectuals with progressive ideas.

Cultivate a spark of hope.

And indeed.As soon as An Ze felt that he had seen hope just by looking at these children.

War serves politics, and the winner is called a hero. This cannot be changed, but if the purpose of the war is not achieved, the war will be won but lost.

Japan is like that.

He doesn't understand this period of Japanese history, and he doesn't like Japan as a country, but what he has to admit is that when the country was also invaded, and when the country was under external impact, Japan chose to learn from the West, hoping to learn from the West. Prepare the country for new challenges.In the end, Japan also jumped up and became a powerful country.

As for China at that time, even though it had been defeated by the strong ships and sharp guns of the West, the Qing government was still immersed in the fantasy of the heaven/chao dynasty. The whole country treated the Western powers seriously, and was defeated When it was miserable and frightened, the backbone of the Qing Dynasty was also discounted.Thinking back to this, An Zeyi, who was of Manchu blood, felt very ashamed.

I don’t know how China is in this world.

Thinking every day, dreaming at night.When he missed his motherland during the day, he dreamed again.

Light rain on Tianjie, small bridges and flowing water, and misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River are like poetry and painting.

After the rain, the sky is sunny, the white dove is red, and the great country of China is as mighty as Tianwei.

That is his hometown, the attachment of his soul.

When he was woken up by Songyang, Anze found that his pillow was already wet and cold.

"Did Ah Yi have a nightmare?" Songyang maintained the posture of pushing him awake. In the darkness, his handsome face was full of worries.

Shaking his head, Anze's eyes slowly focused. Looking at Songyang, he smiled apologetically: "I'm sorry, Songyang, for waking you up."

"You still have class tomorrow, go back to sleep, I'm fine."

"Ah Yi," Songyang said with a slightly serious expression, "Does Ah Yi treat me as an outsider?"

"No." An Zeyi was a little puzzled. Although he had only been together for a few months, in this world, he really regarded Songyang and Xiaolong as relatives.

It's like a baby bird plot, or a driftwood that a drowning person clings to desperately with the desire to survive.

"Then why do you say such out-of-this-world words? I'm worried about Ha Yi." Songyang looked at him with a serious tone: "How can I go to sleep with peace of mind when you look like this?"

Anze's heart felt hot, as if he had been warmed by hot water: "It's really nothing. I, I just miss my hometown a little bit."

Songyang was taken aback.

He has no hometown, and he has no second feeling for childhood memories except pain.As for the 500 years of killing at Amaterasu-in Naraku, in retrospect, except for the bloody pallor, there is only a blank.

"Yi, do you want to go back to your hometown?"

Looking at Songyang, Anze felt his emotions faintly, he stretched out his hand from under the quilt, and held his hand: "My hometown is no longer there."

Even if he went to Suzhou in this world, so what?

The hometown he has been dreaming about is not in this world at all.

"Sorry, Yi."

Shaking his head, Anze looked at Songyang and suddenly felt the desire to talk, so he simply moved back.

Song Yang who looked at An Zeyi who distanced himself from him:?

"Songyang, would you mind huddling with me and listening to me talk about my hometown?"

Songyang was slightly taken aback, nodded with a smile, and got into the quilt in a gentle manner. Considering that the quilt for one person would be crowded with two people, he naturally pulled Anze into his arms.

An Zeyi:?

Songyang straightened his face: lest you accidentally fall down.

Xuren: I really want to hold a torch.

Then An Zeyi's soft voice sounded, as if weaving a grand dream.

It does sound like a dream.

There is no exploitation, no oppression, no kings and generals, everything has laws and rituals to follow, and everyone is upright and kind.Maybe this country has shortcomings, but the warmth has always existed, and everyone is working hard to make the country more perfect.

………… It’s no wonder that An Zeyi is so gentle and cute that he doesn’t look like a person in this world, because in the case of the mainstream thinking of “looting if there is nothing”, his idea is “relying on yourself and everyone’s efforts. Nothing can be done."

Hearing that the boy was getting smaller and smaller, and finally there was no voice but even breathing, Songyang gently kissed his forehead, leaned his head on his head, closed his eyes, and fell asleep.

Perhaps it was the reason why Song Yang held him so comfortable and warm. An Zeyi felt as if he had absorbed enough European energy, and his whole body was full of energy.

Looking at Songyang, who looked the same as usual, Anze felt a little guilty in his heart. He always felt that Songyang was haggard because he didn't sleep in the middle of the night and kept nagging (not really), and the guilt in his heart was even more so. .

So when Yinshi saw Songyang coming out of Anze's room in the morning and asked "Songyang, did you sleep with Ah Yi last night?" while having breakfast, Anze put down the chopsticks in his hand: " It's my fault, I'm too selfish and didn't consider you (you still have to go to work today)."

"It doesn't matter," Songyang smiled: "Ah Yi, you don't have to blame yourself."

"Yes," Anze pursed his lips: "Songyang, if your body can't take it anymore, don't force yourself."

"Today, you should take a good rest (make up for sleep)."

"Crack." Yin Shi pinched the chopsticks in a daze: "Ah Yi, you slept in Songyang?!" Shouldn't Song Yi?It turned out to be a loose!

Actually against CP teacher, you are too weak!

"Boom!" He punched Yinshi into the floor, and Songyang's smiling face made people subconsciously silence him: "Yinshi, as your teacher, I have to tell you that a samurai should pursue truth, not a messy illusion. "

"That is to say, Songyang has not succeeded in sleeping with the teacher's wife so far?"

"Oh!"

Looking at An Ze who was confused and didn't react, he asked himself curiously whose family the teacher's wife was from, and sighed inwardly.The teacher's road to chasing his wife is still very long.

Xu Shi dreamed of his hometown, and An Zeyi had the idea of ​​walking the whole of Japan, and the strange dream the next day made him firm in this idea.

"It is better to travel thousands of miles than to read thousands of books." An Zeyi couldn't tell Songyang about his dream, so he chose to evade the important and lightly explain the reason: "These students can't always live in this village in the future. going out."

"At least if I go to see it first, I can tell them the latest political information."

Song Yang didn't say anything against it, he looked at An Zeyi with gentle eyes: "Okay."

"Teacher," on the day An Zeyi left, he looked at Songyang who was watching him leave: "Teacher is obviously reluctant to let Brother Ah Yi leave, why didn't you stop him?"

"Obviously the teacher likes him, why didn't you tell him?" He was puzzled. To be honest, he didn't understand the silence of the teacher who didn't want to confess, and he didn't understand how An Zeyi's brain grew: except for himself, everyone Everyone can see that the teacher likes him!

"Because I can't give him happiness." Songyang looked at An Zeyi's back with sadness and sadness in his eyes.

He really fell in love with An Zeyi at first sight, fell in love with him at second sight and fell in love with him at the third sight, and wished he could take her home and become his own wife. Mutant, how does he give happiness to Anze as a human being?Songyang ignored the words of those ghosts scolding him one by one in his heart, and thought bitterly.

He is so good, gentle and kind, he should find an equally good girl or a boy he likes, the two of them will be together for a lifetime, and leave this world with a smile when they are gray-haired, instead of being with him, an immortal [ monster] together.

He didn't even dare to think about whether he would hate himself for the rest of his life if he fed An Zeyi's own blood.

He would rather An Zeyi live a safe and happy life than turn him into a [monster] who is as immortal as himself.

"That's a big brother."

"He said, he will come back." At least, as a friend, I can watch him happy.

An Zeyi didn't know what Songyang was thinking, at this moment he was riding the train, and on the train, he closed his eyes.

"Giotto." Looking at the raging orange flame on the forehead of the blond man in front of him, it was exactly the same as the flame he had awakened before he died.

This is also why An Zeyi chose to believe when he appeared in his dream and said that he was his heir.

Bloodlines are the strongest evidence.

"In the past few days, I will teach you how to use the fire of death energy." Giotto said calmly: "And you need to go to the location of the dragon's veins and listen to the voice of the planet."

Anze nodded, and in his open palm, an orange flame burst out.

His flame has been lit since the moment he died, but there is no one in this world who can ignite the flame spontaneously, and he has not encountered any great danger that requires him to expose this power, so he has never been in front of anyone Used this power.

The great empty flame that can infuse everything, devour everything, and contain everything.