[Gintama] Silent

Hasumi took out a bandage and ointment, and carefully handled Takasugi's wound.

The wound on the abdomen was very deep, and the blood had coagulated into a purple solid because it was not cleaned in time.

She was very cautious in her movements, afraid that if she was not careful, she would tear the opponent's wounds.

The man just frowned tightly and never made a sound.

Yet the tense muscles showed enough pain.

In fact, she really wanted to ask "Is it very painful?" After thinking for a long time, she finally chose to remain silent.

According to that guy's personality, he must just snort coldly, right?After all, compared to the first time they met, this was considered a minor injury.

If I guessed correctly, this "masterpiece" should be given by the leader of the moderate faction.

But didn't they grow up together?Faced with the fact that his former companion was able to cut such a serious injury, Gui that guy really did it well.

I don't know what Takasugi's mood would be at that time?Shock?ridicule?sad?still pathetic?

However, he didn't show even the slightest such pent-up emotion, he just waved his hand to indicate that it was okay, and asked her to check other people's injuries first.

If even my always keen self can't detect anything, maybe it's just because the man doesn't feel it at all.

Although she feels that this is definitely not the case.

Having to deal with the wounds of three people in a row made Renjian a little exhausted, but she still dutifully wrapped the last layer of bandages.

"During this period of time, don't make large movements to prevent the wound from opening. When washing your body, don't get water on it, and be careful of inflammation. And..."

It wasn't until Wan Qi, who was standing aside, cast vaguely probing eyes, that she realized that she seemed to be talking too much, after all, she had never thought about Wushi and Youzi so much just now.

And the other party's obedient "hmm" made the scene even more weird.

She felt unnaturally strong in an instant, so she could only make an excuse to get something to eat, and fled to the kitchen as if flying.

As expected, Youzi dragged this curious little tail—"Be honest, did you know Mr. Jinzhu before?"

Hasumi replied calmly: "Why do you have such an idea?"

"Actually, I can't tell. I just feel that the two of you are far more familiar with each other than we are with him."

The girl's sixth sense is indeed sensitive, and she and Takasugi can actually be regarded as old acquaintances.

But so what?It's just the relationship between saving people and being rescued many years ago, more than strangers, but less than intimacy.

Stretching across the present, it is just an experience that neither side wants to mention.

The things in the kitchen were fairly complete, Hasumi continued to be busy with the work in hand, without any intention of stopping.

The aroma of the ingredients gradually dissipated, dispelling the previously depressing atmosphere and making people feel a little warm.

It's almost time for fire, and it's been a long time since I made soup for that man with my own hands. I wonder if he still remembers the original taste?

"Don't think too much about things that don't exist."

She picked up the soup bowl and quietly changed the subject, "Do you want to try it first?"

The opponent's face instantly collapsed.

"Hey, hey, can you please explain to me what that expression of looking at death like at home means? Don't worry, poison can't kill people, and I'll be responsible if it dies."

Youzi took the spoon, tasted it carefully, and slowly relaxed his brows that were originally tightly locked.

"It's delicious. If your cooking level is one-tenth of that of soup, I should be thankful."

Hasumi automatically ignored the second half of the unpleasant sentence, and the joy in his heart was almost gushing out.

After scooping up a bowl again, he unknowingly opened up the chatter box: "That's natural. I thought I had to study for a whole afternoon in order to get forgiveness from a certain arrogant guy."

Unexpectedly, it aroused the other party's gossip: "It turns out that you also had girlish feelings when you were always poetry, so what happened to you two afterwards?"

Later?

The man left in a hurry, and continued to do what he had been doing with his former companion.

The anti-barbarian faction retreated steadily, and the warriors who called for the wind and rain on the battlefield gave up and left one after another, but he was the only one who stood firmly at the forefront.

The mentor was killed, and the ghost army was wiped out.After being completely disappointed, he made a comeback and tried his best to bring down the curtain, vowing to destroy this decadent world.

The political situation changed suddenly, and he wandered among several forces.It seemed hysterical, but it seemed extremely calm.

Her mood suddenly fell to the bottom, as if she had lost all her strength to speak.

"Probably... there is no later."

Maybe it was because of his own low mood, so Youzi didn't ask further.

After that, no one spoke again, and the kitchen was suddenly silent.

Hasumi carefully picked up the soup bowl, and slowly walked out of this overly quiet place.

Originally thought that he would continue to follow, but after a while, he did not find the other party cheering.

She was a little strange, and when she turned her head, she saw the figure of the girl covering her wound with her hands and struggling to move back into the room.

After staring at it for a while, she suddenly felt inexplicably melancholy, but she could only sigh silently in her heart.

Finally, he turned around and walked in the exact opposite direction.

The door to the room was ajar.

Completely different from the bustling scene before, only one person was left inside at this moment.

Gao Shan didn't follow her order to lie down and rest, instead he sat by the window as in the past, smoking the pipe in his hand one after another.

It was a windless night.

The blue smoke drifted straight upwards, and then suddenly disappeared at a fixed moment without a trace.

Without the presence of others, men are no longer as indifferent and terrifying as they used to be.Even though his face is expressionless at the moment, it seems to reveal some inexplicable loneliness.

The moonlight poured in from the window, clearly projecting his figure on the ground, so thin it made people feel distressed.

The outstretched hand stopped abruptly like this, paused for a while, and finally knocked on the door.

The other party just nodded and motioned for her to come in, but never spoke.

"Are you hungry? Do you need something to eat?"

Hasumi asked in a low voice, with a hint of hope and anticipation in his voice.

Takasugi continued to remain silent, but finally took the soup bowl, scooped up a spoonful, and slowly put it into his mouth.

The tasting process was short and long, but she still waited for the long-awaited evaluation after all: "It tastes good."

A few words instantly wiped away the tiredness all over his body.

After hearing this, Lianjian smiled knowingly, and suddenly felt that she had never been so relaxed and happy for a long time.

Thinking this way, he was attracted by something beside him—it seemed to be an old book, which had been around for some years.

The yellowed paper seemed to be telling the passage of time, and the blood stained on it had completely dried up, forming indelible ugly marks, like scars that could not be healed.

Maybe it was the textbook Takasugi used when he was a child?Has he been with you all these years?

It seems that this thing should help the master block the fatal blow. After all, the bloodstains on the cover are so conspicuous that people cannot easily ignore it.

Even if that guy Takasugi doesn't show any signs on the surface, he still cares more or less in his heart, right?

Otherwise, he would not have rushed back to the battlefield so anxiously; nor would he have drawn his sword at Okada aggressively when he heard that Gui had been/killed, as if he had exhausted all the strength in his body when he chopped it down.

He said something on his mouth, "I will no longer treat the two as companions", but in the end, didn't he also give the order to kill them all?

What would it be like to be pointed at by a former friend with the tip of a bloody knife, declaring that the relationship has broken down?

She didn't have a similar experience, so she couldn't empathize.

Think about it, it may be a kind of disguise of being calm in front of people, and the sadness of being silent behind people, just like him at this time.

No matter how heart-warming words are, they will only appear pale and weak now.

Ren Jian finally decided not to be too fussy, and reached out to take the empty bowl from the other party, ready to leave.

He lowered his head, but saw something black and lacquered at his feet. At this moment, he was erecting slender tentacles, blatantly declaring his sovereignty.

Oh, it's okay, it's a cockroach.Wait a minute...cockroaches? !

Heart-piercing screams suddenly pierced the silence of the night, and it seemed that even the battleship trembled a few times.

Seeing this, Takasugi immediately drew his knife, and he slashed without hesitation.

The moment the knife was raised and dropped, the poor creature was decapitated before it could run away.

Hasumi, who jumped several meters away, was relieved.

Poor her who has always been fearless, but she has no way to subdue this small insect in front of her.

Looking up, he saw Takasugi staring at himself with a half-smile, his eyes full of sarcasm.

It's over, it's over, the calm and calm people set up collapsed, how can you hang around in the ghost army in the future?

She silently covered her face, and quickly ran away with the tableware in her arms, but accidentally bumped into the door when she went out.

Resisting the urge to yell, she showed an extremely twisted smile to the people inside.

Then he closed the door heavily, as if in this way he could recover all the face he had just lost.

Today is really bad luck for eight lifetimes.

Renjian stood quietly on the spot, seriously thinking about whether to kick him to avenge himself, and then calm down by the way.

There was a faint low-pitched laughter in the room, passing through the thin paper door and reaching her ears, barely audible but exceptionally clear.

All the depression and irritability in my heart suddenly disappeared, and all that remained was the calm and tranquility after the strong wind swept through.

She thought, these embarrassing things for herself are actually not as embarrassing as she imagined.

It would be a great thing if Takasugi could be a little happier because of this.