[Gintama] Silent

Takasugi has never been afraid of death, and even believes that real men should die on the battlefield.

So when he was seriously injured and on the verge of death, there was no fear or fear in his heart, but only the grief and regret of unrevenge.

However, the young man never imagined that the heaven didn't seem to want to accept his life.

Not only that, but also saved himself by a girl who had never lived before.

He didn't like to get too close to others, and he didn't take the initiative to speak much in private schools on weekdays.

Compared with the lively and hyperactive peers, they should be regarded as indifferent and indifferent.

So it's probably because of my personality.

Faced with a opposite sex who takes care of his daily life, even if he is grateful, the word "thank you" always lingers on his lips and cannot be said.

In fact, Hasumi is not a talkative person, so the communication between the two is limited to daily life.

They never talked about their hobbies in detail, let alone discussing each other's family backgrounds.

He doesn't think this is a bad thing, because it can hide his identity as a barbarian, thus avoiding the siege and pursuit of heaven and man.

While avoiding worries about the future, it also avoids dragging her into the mud.

Under the careful care of the girl, Gao Shan's injury healed quickly, and he was able to sit up in a short time.

Probably because he was worried that his life would be too boring and boring, the other party prepared a pen and paper to relieve himself.

The companions who fought bloody battles are waiting anxiously, and the arrested Mr. Songyang is still suffering in an unknown place, but he cannot hurry back because of his injury.

Such thoughts inevitably made the young man impetuous, and he almost broke the pen in his hand when writing.

Hasumi occasionally reads the written works.

Originally thought that she grew up in this remote place, so she should be illiterate.Unexpectedly, he understood the emotions contained in the poems, and took out a bunch of books to ask him to divert his attention and calm down.

Takasugi has never been interested in romance novels, so he refused without hesitation.

The girl's expression looked very disappointed, after she piled all the books on the table, she turned around and asked him what he liked.

Do you like something? The words "Shamisen" blurted out, but he regretted it the moment he spoke.

That is not something that ordinary people can afford. I have already caused enough trouble, so it is better not to let her continue to spend money.

So he immediately added a sentence of "forget it", trying to make the other party give up the idea of ​​buying.

But not long after, Hasumi came back with an item and proudly placed it in front of him.

That look looked like a child waiting for praise from an adult.

In fact, Takasugi could tell that she was just a layman when it came to musical instruments, and the shamisen she bought was not considered high-quality.

But he still said "not bad" softly after the audition.

The teenager had been at odds with his relatives since he was a child, and later severed ties with his family.

Except for Teacher Songyang, she is the first person who is so gentle and considerate to herself.

What's more, the two have never had any intersection before, so this kind of brilliance is extremely precious and rare.

It was difficult for him to express the specific mood at that time.

It’s just that I suddenly feel that no matter how many shamisen with beautiful sound and good hand feeling I have in the past and in the future, I will never forget this old-fashioned instrument in comparison.

In the following time, Takasugi would sit by the window and play when he had nothing to do.When you are tired, you put down the dial in your hand, and look at the scenery outside and the busy girl.

When I have free time at night, I will teach Hasumi how to play the shamisen.

He taught very carefully, but she studied especially carefully, and it didn't take long to master a piece of music.

He even said cheerfully, "If I become too poor to survive in the future, I will go to the street to make money by playing the shamisen."

He was noncommittal about this, and just gave a suggestion of "it might as well sell it" with a smile.

After all, musical instruments have their own spirituality and dignity, so it's better not to erase them easily.

The days passed by so quickly day by day, and the peaceful life in the countryside made people feel peaceful and nostalgic.

I don't know if it was because of the company of the musical instrument, or because the days without any disturbances were so beautiful, Takasugi's originally extremely impatient mood suddenly calmed down.

Sometimes even the idea of ​​"actually, I'm living a happy life now" comes up.

But in the next moment, he was mercilessly strangled in his mind.

Compared with individuals, the safety of teachers and the country is much more important.

He knew very well that he would not be willing to live such an ordinary life, and leaving quietly was destined to be the ending between the two of them.

Hasumi is naturally not aware of these psychological activities of Takasugi.

After all, since he bought the "valuable" shamisen, he has recovered from his initial recovery, and in his own eyes, he has instantly become a free labor force that can be squeezed, forced, and bullied.

In fact, she just wanted the other party to help chop firewood. After all, she was a girl, and no matter how strong she was, she couldn't compare to the one who lived in the house.

However, the girl still underestimated the hands-on ability of the rich young master. To be precise, she overestimated the wood's ability to withstand pressure.

So when she was hit by the sawdust flying all over the sky and screamed, she quickly hugged the latter among the two options of the firewood that was about to be chopped and the person who was about to chop the firewood.

"Leave firewood under the knife! I said that these are not enemies you hate deeply. There is no need to deal with them with such a heroic posture, jealous eyes, and superb knife skills! You don't feel pain, I feel pain for them. !"

It's a pity that the other party didn't react as she expected, so the girl continued talking without fear of death.

"Would you like a bottle of Yakult to calm down? I heard that drinking this is good for growing taller."

This time Takasugi finally made a move.

However, the way he squinted at him gave her the feeling that the other party would attack him mercilessly in the next second.

Hasumi silently let go of the arm he had been holding before, and quickly retreated a distance of two or three steps, maintaining a high degree of defense at all times.

But the boy neither chopped at himself nor continued to chop at the firewood.Just put the knife back into the sheath, and went into the house without looking back.

Only then did she realize that she seemed to have touched an unspeakable scar in his heart.But he could only stand there blankly, the word "I'm sorry" was stuck in his throat, and he couldn't say it easily.

Throughout the morning, the girl's mood was always a little depressed.

I have always been absent-minded in doing things, and even almost accidentally hurt my fingers when cutting vegetables.

This state lasted until lunch time.

During the meal, Hasumi kept peeking at the people sitting beside him, and had to be careful not to be noticed.

However, the boy's expression remained the same as usual, he should not look angry, but he definitely couldn't talk about joy.

She thought for a long time, and finally mustered up the courage to apologize to him, but she was interrupted by accident just now.

"There's no flavor in this bowl of soup."

Hey, hey, this plot seems to be going a bit wrong, right?

The girl who was brewing up her feelings was almost suffocated by the other party's words, and it took a long time to react: "Eh? Maybe I forgot to put salt?"

There were not many things left, so she simply took them all.Sitting at the table while scooping, thinking about how to continue the topic just now.

So by the time Lian Jian realized it, the jar of salt had unfortunately bottomed out.

She stared at it speechlessly for a while, and then wondered if she should explain to Gao Shan.

"That... sorry, I accidentally... shook my hands just now."

Well, that's right, shaking hands.Although the degree is somewhat serious, it can be compared to Alzheimer's.

Today is really a bad year, and everything is not going well, the girl sighed silently in her heart.

"You better stop drinking."

She got up and was about to take his soup to the kitchen to destroy the body, but was stopped by the other party.

The person beside him slowly said "It's all right", then picked up the bowl and drank the salty soup, without even a slight change in expression halfway through.

Renjian stared at him dumbfounded, suddenly she was a little unclear about whether she was more touched or more guilty at this moment.

He could only silently pick up his chopsticks and continue eating his lunch, only to find that there was indeed none of the food on the table that could be eaten.

It seems that it is indeed necessary for her to go out to seek advice and practice her craft.

The girl finally went to a neighbor's house on the way back from buying salt.

When I learned how to make soup, it was almost dinner time when I came back.

She happily ran to the kitchen, about to show off, but froze when she was about to light the fire.

There were already split logs there, neatly piled up on the ground, like half a mountain.

It looks like it should have been done while she was away.

That guy Takasugi has been expressionless, and has been ignoring what she said all morning.

It seemed that he was sulking, but in fact, he didn't mean to blame himself at all.

Thinking of this, Renjian slowly walked into the house.

Only to find that the man was lying motionless in the quilt at this time, breathing steadily, as if he had entered a sweet dream.

The setting sun that was about to set slowly sprinkled on the young man's face, outlining the handsome outline, and adding a layer of soft golden color, softening the previous cold expression.

This awkward guy is really only cute when he is asleep.

The girl thought so, then raised her hand to tuck the corner of the quilt for him.

"I'm sorry, and..." She opened her mouth slowly, but smiled happily when she saw the fluttering eyelashes of the other party.

"Thank you."

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