[Gintama] Silent

Regardless of ancient or modern times, the speed of gossip has always spread outrageously fast.

The news that Hasumi picked up an injured boy quickly spread in the village, and within a few days almost everyone knew about it.

Old people up to 80 years old and children up to eight years old will smile and ask her a question when they see her.

"I heard that a man lived in your house. It's been a long time since the village is so lively. When can we have a wedding wine?"

Hearing this question, the girl always replied shyly, "Oh, oh, isn't this something that has not been written yet?".

Then, when the other party was far away and out of sight, he kicked angrily on the tree by the side of the road.

Trust, trust, in the hearts of these people, how difficult it is for her to marry.

Isn't it just that cooking is a bit unpalatable, and it's not that you lack arms and legs. Is it necessary to despise yourself so much?

Fortunately, the curiosity of the villagers always comes and goes quickly.

Under Hasumi's attitude of "non-violence and non-cooperation", coupled with the fact that they have never seen the hero's face, they gradually forgot about it.

In the end, life slowly returned to the normal track, calmly and almost without ripples.

In fact, after rescuing Takasugi, except for the occasional people who came to gossip because they heard the news, there were hardly any changes around her.

He is a taciturn person, he may not speak a few times a day, and he is indifferent to what happens outside.

I just lay quietly in the quilt all day long, with my eyes closed, not knowing whether I was recharging my energy or thinking about problems.

And she is not an overly noisy person, except for occasional daily exchanges with the other party, most of the time she is busy with her duties.

The two of them spend almost every day together in silence.

If it wasn't for seeing a large living person lying there with her own eyes, sometimes she would even feel that she was the only one in the house.

But she doesn't hate this situation, and even has a sense of peace of mind.

Takasugi is not picky.

Although the meals prepared every day were not too delicious, he didn't blame him too much, and he always refused to come.

It was only then that Hasumi realized that the initial worries were completely unnecessary, and the rescued wounded did not seem to be as difficult to take care of as imagined.

The teenager recovered much faster than she imagined, and he could sit up and stand up in a short time.

She prepared paper and pens, thinking that when he felt lonely and deserted, he could relieve his boredom by writing and drawing, and he would not be so bored to the point of doing nothing.

Occasionally, the girl would look at the completed works, and all the poems printed in her eyes were revenge poems without exception, and the hostility was so strong that it could almost rush to the face from the paper.

The state of being unable to meditate is really not conducive to healing. If he continues to suffer from depression like this, not only will his recovery speed be slowed down, but it will also have side effects on his body.

Hasumi thought for a long time, and finally took out all the books he had kept at the bottom of the box, but was rejected by the other party—"I don't like reading these."

She piled all the things on the table with great resentment, and turned around sullenly and asked, "Then do you have any other hobbies?"

"Shamisen," Takasugi's pen-holding hand paused on the white paper for a moment, and then slowly uttered the next sentence, "Forget it."

The girl never understood why the other party had such a reaction, until one day when she was free, she took a long trip.

When Hasumi plucked up the courage to walk into the musical instrument store, stood in front of the shamisen, and condescendingly looked at the price, her heart was calm, and she even wanted to laugh.

Although through some usual actions, one can probably guess that he is serving a rich young master.But I never expected that he would be a rich, family, elder, young, and master.

So who can tell her why shamisen is so expensive! ?Whether it can keep you full or keep you warm! ?

Spend so much money but can only buy a musical instrument that you can play for nothing. She said that she really doesn't understand the world of these leisurely rich people!

The girl suddenly recalled the scene when he said the word "forget it" with a feeling of unrequited love.

At that time, the other party's eyes clearly revealed the suspicion and contempt of "you look so poor, how can you afford it".

Lian Jian's mouth twitched slightly as he weighed his own small treasury, and found that he could actually buy one.

Immediately there was a prehistoric power in her body that wanted to prove herself, and if she didn't suppress it quickly, she would be on the verge of erupting.

However, she still proudly pointed at the shamisen with the lowest price, and shouted angrily in the loudest voice of her life: "Boss, I want this! Pack me a copy!"

The journey home was actually not smooth, and she carefully held the valuables that she had never seen before, full of hesitation in her heart.

Is she going to return it?Or to return it?This is a serious issue related to people's livelihood.

The boy sat on the bed and wrote with a pen, the white paper piled higher and higher beside him, and there were emotions in his eyes that he couldn't explain clearly.

This scene was printed in her mind again and again, lingering.

Hasumi gritted his teeth, and finally took it home.

The moment Gao Shan saw the musical instrument, his expression was very complicated. He stretched out his hand and touched the strings lightly, and after taking a good posture, he plucked it a few times with the plectrum to test the pitch.

The sound of shamisen is quiet and pure, simple and melodious.He listened quietly for a moment, then suddenly raised his head and said "That's right" to her.

I don't know whether it was because of the wonderful music or the rare praise from the performer, but the girl's depressed mood gradually brightened up.

Since then, perhaps with the company of the shamisen, Takasugi has become much calmer than before.

He always sits alone by the window, plucking the strings lightly, and when he gets tired, he turns his head to look at the scenery outside the window and the busy girl.

From time to time, music came from the room, slowly drifting into Hasumi's ears.

Although I don't know what the song is, I always feel that it sounds very pleasant. Before I know it, even the housework in my hands is much easier.

Even though her heart ached and her body ached when she bought it, she still felt that the decision she made was still correct.

It's just that I don't want to see the young man who is so anxious but helpless.

Every night, the girl would read one book after another by candlelight to the sound of shamisen.

The love stories in it are often embarrassing, coupled with the slightly sad accompaniment, there is a feeling called loss in my heart.

She thought that Takasugi must be a person with a story.But for some reason, I suddenly wanted to laugh at myself who came to this conclusion.

In today's troubled times, who doesn't have a history of heartbreaking blood and tears that makes you want to cry bitterly when you talk about it.

Even the little girl in the village whose hair hasn't grown out just lost her father, and every time she sees an acquaintance, she complains with snot and tears.

They are not only three or four-year-old children, they have finally grown up to this age, and they have no qualifications to be hypocritical.There is already nothing left to lose, so there is no regret or fear.

The music was still going on, Ren Jian suddenly didn't want to read any more, simply closed the book in his hand, turned his head and asked the people around him: "What song are you playing? It's very nice."

"It's just playing casually, there is no fixed tune."

Can write poetry and play the shamisen, it seems that I have really picked up a very simple character, isn't it?

She looked at the other party with a smile, pointed to the shamisen held in the other party's arms, and continued: "If you don't mind the trouble, can you teach me?"

To her surprise, the boy not only did not refuse, but motioned himself to sit beside him.

Takasugi taught very carefully and patiently, from sitting posture to tuning to technique.It seems that only when this topic is involved, will there be a desire to say a few more words.

The girl was a little flattered, thinking that it was the first time she heard him say so many words, and suddenly had the illusion that the person sitting in front of her was actually another person.

In other words, in fact, he is not as cold as he appears on the surface.

They don't have two shamisen, so they can only demonstrate with one, and the other takes over and repeats the action just now.

The items handed over still had residual heat, and even felt a little hot to the touch.

Hasumi had been exposed to musical instruments for a while when she was a child, and the shamisen is not difficult to learn, so she got started much faster than Takasugi expected.

Even if she accidentally played a few wrong notes in the middle, the boy would correct them one by one. It didn't take long for her to learn a short piece of music.

Although it sounds intermittent and incoherent, it can be regarded as a complete piece of music anyway.

Even if she can play more complicated and more difficult pieces in the future, the joy in her heart is still not as fast and violent as that night.

Think about it carefully, probably because conquering something brand new for the first time is always more fulfilling than conquering the same thing again.

For a long time after that, Hasumi still remembered that he was smiling happily at that time, and muttering in his mouth, "If I am too poor to survive in the future, I will go to the street to make money by playing the shamisen."

And Takasugi followed her with a chuckle, and then replied in a low voice, "Then it's better to sell it."

The girl looked up, just in time to see his smiling face.

It was a clean smile, without any sadness or sadness mixed in, it was truly beautiful and satisfying.

Since then, it has been deeply stationed in memory for no reason, and it will last for a long time.

However, it is a pity that for a long time after that, she did not have the blessing to see her again.

The author has something to say:

I have an exam in the next two days, so I sent it out early