[Gintama] Silent
Chapter 36
By the time the guest bid farewell, it had been a long time.
The woman stood up and followed her quietly, apparently planning to send herself to the ground.
"You're welcome," Ren Jian turned back and smiled at his friend, "We will meet again in the future."
Iori seemed to want to say something more, but after a moment of silence, he finally just replied "I hope".
I don't even know which sentence it refers to.
Yoshihara still had a joyful scene, and the lively atmosphere successfully dispelled some of the coldness in his heart.
Pedestrians passing by occasionally bumped into themselves, and then hurriedly left a word of apology.In this regard, she just shook her head slightly, indicating that it didn't matter.
It had been a while since the time to say goodbye, but she knew that the other party was still standing there, watching with an envious expression.
Hasumi didn't know what he had to envy.
Probably because she was able to accompany Takasugi, but Iori could only stay in Yoshihara and wait silently?
Or because of the identity and past of Younv, do you feel that you are not qualified to stand by his side in this life?
In fact, things like feelings have never been related to distance, but for the two of them, that man is also an unreachable existence.
In a way, they are indeed the same kind of people.
The sky outside gradually became dark, a scene that was about to be stormy.Pedestrians on the road quickened their pace in fear of the coming rainstorm.
Lian Jian couldn't help feeling silently in his heart, every time he went out without an umbrella, he would definitely encounter rainy days, it was really bad luck.
In the next second, he saw a familiar figure looming in the crowd.
The man was dressed in black feathers, with a bamboo hat on his head, and his hands were also empty.
She hesitated for a while, and finally decided to maintain the original speed, not to catch up.
For some reason, all of a sudden, he just wanted to quietly follow behind him, even if the other party didn't know his existence at all.
It's a pity that God didn't follow her wish.
Maybe it was only a while, maybe it was a long time, but the man turned his head back, as if he already knew that he was being followed.
Renjian was a little caught off guard by the sudden scene, so he could only lower his head and continue moving forward, with a guilty conscience like a thief.
Even the "Governor" was yelled in an extremely low voice, as if it had been swallowed and digested.
Gao Shan didn't ask where he went, but just turned around, and his originally windy pace gradually slowed down.
It seemed that her boss didn't mind, she silently breathed a sigh of relief in her heart.
After that, the two just walked side by side, maintaining a strange state of silence.
Thoughts drifted to the distance unconsciously, without direction—when they met again, why did Takasugi come here?
Is it to reunite with the beautiful Yizhi, or to find another gentle and considerate confidante?
But now that I think about it carefully, after joining the ghost army, I don't seem to have seen him go to Huajie again.
So can she guess from this that in fact, in that man's heart, she is still a little bit more important?
It's a pity that Renjian will never say these questions, and just wait for them to rot in his stomach.
Suddenly there was a tight grip on the arm, and she was pulled to Gao Shan's side in the next second.
Several lively children passed by me at the same time, and soon disappeared without a trace, leaving only a series of joyful slapstick noises.
Hasumi's mind went blank for an instant, and he was speechless for a moment.
"What are you thinking about?"
The previously stagnant thinking finally slowly resumed operation, she subconsciously replied: "No...it's nothing."
As soon as the words fell, the sky suddenly fell with heavy rain, which caught all passers-by by surprise.
The touch of that place still didn't disappear, and he was dragged to the side eaves like this.
The pedestrians on the street seemed to have supernatural powers, and they all disappeared without a trace in a short period of time. Even the musical instrument store opposite showed faint signs of closing.
Simply because the two of them moved fast enough, and the bamboo hats they wore had the effect of shielding them from the wind and rain, this saved them from the tragic end of being drenched in water.
It is a pity that with the abundant rain, the temperature often drops sharply.
Hasumi rubbed her slightly cold hands, annoyed that she was wearing too thin.
Unknowingly, there was a black haori on her body, and it seemed to have a familiar smell of tobacco.
She turned her head and thanked the man next to her softly, but only got a deep reply.
Naturally, he remembered a certain day not long ago, when he also gave up his clothes to himself who came back from the rain.
Although he still suffered from severe illness afterwards, the short-lived warmth brought by that haori can never be erased.
In fact, Youzi is not wrong, Gao Shan looks cold, but he is a gentle person in his heart.
It's just because the more things I have experienced and endured, the less I will be able to express my inner feelings calmly.
However, whether she stepped forward when she was under siege, or accompanied her silently when the teacher died, she could clearly feel the existence of that man.
Perhaps it is precisely this kind of silent protection that can move people's hearts the most.
Otherwise, Youzi wouldn't have stayed in the Ghost Squad, even if he lived a life of swords and swords every day, he would always be happy.
Otherwise, Iori would not have been waiting in Yoshihara, using his limited time to accompany the endless thoughts.
The last hesitation was too clear.
She wanted to ask if the man still remembered herself after he left, even if it was only for a fleeting moment.
An inexplicable impulse came to his heart suddenly, Hasumi spoke slowly, even with a slight tremor in his voice.
"Takasugi, do you still remember..."
All rationality suddenly popped out at this moment, she paused for a moment, and finally decided to lead the topic elsewhere.
"Is that the piece you taught me to play for the first time?"
Iori chose to remain silent, but she was afraid of getting an answer that would disappoint her.Instead of this, it is better to keep the best memories and live in silence.
Hasumi knew that Takasugi didn't like others to mention the extremely decadent time in the past.
Why should I poke the scars that have not fully healed in order to satisfy the so-called curiosity.
What's more, she is more afraid than anyone to hear the answer to this question, whether she remembers it or not, it is enough to hurt people's hearts.
"remember."
Hidden under the bamboo hat was the corner of the mouth slightly raised, and then quickly returned to its original shape quietly.
Hearing this answer, the irritability in Hasumi's heart seemed to disappear suddenly.
She finally showed her first smile from the bottom of her heart today: "If there is a chance, I will play it for you again, okay?"
Even though the musical instruments in the house are old, they can barely pronounce, and the dull sound is more full of charm.
Fortunately, I keep it with me all the year round, and I will practice it a few times when I have time, so I won't forget it completely.
After all, who would have expected that she would be "reduced" to the point of playing shamisen on the street again?
"Well, let's do it now."
Now?Hasumi looked at the man next to him in surprise, but saw that his gaze stayed on the opposite side and did not shift to other places.
Only then did she notice that it was a musical instrument store.
The rain in this season has always come and gone, but there are signs of stopping after a while.
Taking advantage of the waning rain, the two walked into the store slowly and explained their intentions to the boss.
The other party agreed immediately, probably thinking that there was no business in front of him, and listening to misinterpretations was also a good choice to relieve boredom.
After thanking her, she looked around and finally picked out a decent shamisen.
The quiet, pure, simple and melodious music slowly spread to everyone's ears, accidentally setting off a chapter of the past.
Hasumi never thought that one day, she would really have the chance to play a piece for him.
This skill was awarded by Takasugi and also instructed by him.
Even though she later underwent more professional training in Yoshihara, she never regained the purity and excitement that she had at the beginning.
Even if I can play more complicated and difficult pieces in the future, the joy in my heart is far from the speed and intensity when I first learned this piece.
She thought that this feeling probably had a lot to do with her current state of mind.
And the other party is now just listening quietly, hiding most of his expressions under the bamboo hat.
For some reason, Hasumi always felt that he should be smiling.
If you really want to describe it, it is probably an extremely slight but gentle smile.
At this moment, she suddenly felt a happiness that she had not touched for a long time.
It turned out that I wasn't the only one who remembered the days that were so beautiful that I didn't want to talk about it; it turned out that I wasn't the only one who carefully kept that memory and regarded it as a treasure.
However, regardless of status or current situation, these "more than one person" are all trampled to the point of insignificance.
"It's a pity that that man is not a good destination after all. Falling in love with him is tantamount to cocooning oneself."
The scene of the conversation with Iori just played back in my mind again and again, unable to stop.
Hasumi vaguely remembered that at that time, he seemed to slowly put down the teacup, and through a fog, he could clearly see the sorrow in the other party's eyes.
Her face suddenly turned pale, and a great deal of sadness welled up in her heart at that moment.
A powerless voice then bloomed in the air, helplessly like a dying person - "Of course I know, but unfortunately there is no other way."
This hard cocoon that I created with my own hands, I am afraid that I will not be able to escape it long ago.
The author has something to say:
Hasumi: What can I do, I am also desperate.
Let me explain why the girl is afraid to hear the answer to this question~ If the governor answers "remember", it is absolutely appropriate; if the answer is "don't remember", that will also be her future ending, after all, girl Think of himself and Iori as the same type of person.She is a smart and sensible person, so she thinks that instead of making herself sad, it's better to pretend to be confused.
Ahhh... finally back to school, but I have to continue to revise my thesis, crying to death.
The woman stood up and followed her quietly, apparently planning to send herself to the ground.
"You're welcome," Ren Jian turned back and smiled at his friend, "We will meet again in the future."
Iori seemed to want to say something more, but after a moment of silence, he finally just replied "I hope".
I don't even know which sentence it refers to.
Yoshihara still had a joyful scene, and the lively atmosphere successfully dispelled some of the coldness in his heart.
Pedestrians passing by occasionally bumped into themselves, and then hurriedly left a word of apology.In this regard, she just shook her head slightly, indicating that it didn't matter.
It had been a while since the time to say goodbye, but she knew that the other party was still standing there, watching with an envious expression.
Hasumi didn't know what he had to envy.
Probably because she was able to accompany Takasugi, but Iori could only stay in Yoshihara and wait silently?
Or because of the identity and past of Younv, do you feel that you are not qualified to stand by his side in this life?
In fact, things like feelings have never been related to distance, but for the two of them, that man is also an unreachable existence.
In a way, they are indeed the same kind of people.
The sky outside gradually became dark, a scene that was about to be stormy.Pedestrians on the road quickened their pace in fear of the coming rainstorm.
Lian Jian couldn't help feeling silently in his heart, every time he went out without an umbrella, he would definitely encounter rainy days, it was really bad luck.
In the next second, he saw a familiar figure looming in the crowd.
The man was dressed in black feathers, with a bamboo hat on his head, and his hands were also empty.
She hesitated for a while, and finally decided to maintain the original speed, not to catch up.
For some reason, all of a sudden, he just wanted to quietly follow behind him, even if the other party didn't know his existence at all.
It's a pity that God didn't follow her wish.
Maybe it was only a while, maybe it was a long time, but the man turned his head back, as if he already knew that he was being followed.
Renjian was a little caught off guard by the sudden scene, so he could only lower his head and continue moving forward, with a guilty conscience like a thief.
Even the "Governor" was yelled in an extremely low voice, as if it had been swallowed and digested.
Gao Shan didn't ask where he went, but just turned around, and his originally windy pace gradually slowed down.
It seemed that her boss didn't mind, she silently breathed a sigh of relief in her heart.
After that, the two just walked side by side, maintaining a strange state of silence.
Thoughts drifted to the distance unconsciously, without direction—when they met again, why did Takasugi come here?
Is it to reunite with the beautiful Yizhi, or to find another gentle and considerate confidante?
But now that I think about it carefully, after joining the ghost army, I don't seem to have seen him go to Huajie again.
So can she guess from this that in fact, in that man's heart, she is still a little bit more important?
It's a pity that Renjian will never say these questions, and just wait for them to rot in his stomach.
Suddenly there was a tight grip on the arm, and she was pulled to Gao Shan's side in the next second.
Several lively children passed by me at the same time, and soon disappeared without a trace, leaving only a series of joyful slapstick noises.
Hasumi's mind went blank for an instant, and he was speechless for a moment.
"What are you thinking about?"
The previously stagnant thinking finally slowly resumed operation, she subconsciously replied: "No...it's nothing."
As soon as the words fell, the sky suddenly fell with heavy rain, which caught all passers-by by surprise.
The touch of that place still didn't disappear, and he was dragged to the side eaves like this.
The pedestrians on the street seemed to have supernatural powers, and they all disappeared without a trace in a short period of time. Even the musical instrument store opposite showed faint signs of closing.
Simply because the two of them moved fast enough, and the bamboo hats they wore had the effect of shielding them from the wind and rain, this saved them from the tragic end of being drenched in water.
It is a pity that with the abundant rain, the temperature often drops sharply.
Hasumi rubbed her slightly cold hands, annoyed that she was wearing too thin.
Unknowingly, there was a black haori on her body, and it seemed to have a familiar smell of tobacco.
She turned her head and thanked the man next to her softly, but only got a deep reply.
Naturally, he remembered a certain day not long ago, when he also gave up his clothes to himself who came back from the rain.
Although he still suffered from severe illness afterwards, the short-lived warmth brought by that haori can never be erased.
In fact, Youzi is not wrong, Gao Shan looks cold, but he is a gentle person in his heart.
It's just because the more things I have experienced and endured, the less I will be able to express my inner feelings calmly.
However, whether she stepped forward when she was under siege, or accompanied her silently when the teacher died, she could clearly feel the existence of that man.
Perhaps it is precisely this kind of silent protection that can move people's hearts the most.
Otherwise, Youzi wouldn't have stayed in the Ghost Squad, even if he lived a life of swords and swords every day, he would always be happy.
Otherwise, Iori would not have been waiting in Yoshihara, using his limited time to accompany the endless thoughts.
The last hesitation was too clear.
She wanted to ask if the man still remembered herself after he left, even if it was only for a fleeting moment.
An inexplicable impulse came to his heart suddenly, Hasumi spoke slowly, even with a slight tremor in his voice.
"Takasugi, do you still remember..."
All rationality suddenly popped out at this moment, she paused for a moment, and finally decided to lead the topic elsewhere.
"Is that the piece you taught me to play for the first time?"
Iori chose to remain silent, but she was afraid of getting an answer that would disappoint her.Instead of this, it is better to keep the best memories and live in silence.
Hasumi knew that Takasugi didn't like others to mention the extremely decadent time in the past.
Why should I poke the scars that have not fully healed in order to satisfy the so-called curiosity.
What's more, she is more afraid than anyone to hear the answer to this question, whether she remembers it or not, it is enough to hurt people's hearts.
"remember."
Hidden under the bamboo hat was the corner of the mouth slightly raised, and then quickly returned to its original shape quietly.
Hearing this answer, the irritability in Hasumi's heart seemed to disappear suddenly.
She finally showed her first smile from the bottom of her heart today: "If there is a chance, I will play it for you again, okay?"
Even though the musical instruments in the house are old, they can barely pronounce, and the dull sound is more full of charm.
Fortunately, I keep it with me all the year round, and I will practice it a few times when I have time, so I won't forget it completely.
After all, who would have expected that she would be "reduced" to the point of playing shamisen on the street again?
"Well, let's do it now."
Now?Hasumi looked at the man next to him in surprise, but saw that his gaze stayed on the opposite side and did not shift to other places.
Only then did she notice that it was a musical instrument store.
The rain in this season has always come and gone, but there are signs of stopping after a while.
Taking advantage of the waning rain, the two walked into the store slowly and explained their intentions to the boss.
The other party agreed immediately, probably thinking that there was no business in front of him, and listening to misinterpretations was also a good choice to relieve boredom.
After thanking her, she looked around and finally picked out a decent shamisen.
The quiet, pure, simple and melodious music slowly spread to everyone's ears, accidentally setting off a chapter of the past.
Hasumi never thought that one day, she would really have the chance to play a piece for him.
This skill was awarded by Takasugi and also instructed by him.
Even though she later underwent more professional training in Yoshihara, she never regained the purity and excitement that she had at the beginning.
Even if I can play more complicated and difficult pieces in the future, the joy in my heart is far from the speed and intensity when I first learned this piece.
She thought that this feeling probably had a lot to do with her current state of mind.
And the other party is now just listening quietly, hiding most of his expressions under the bamboo hat.
For some reason, Hasumi always felt that he should be smiling.
If you really want to describe it, it is probably an extremely slight but gentle smile.
At this moment, she suddenly felt a happiness that she had not touched for a long time.
It turned out that I wasn't the only one who remembered the days that were so beautiful that I didn't want to talk about it; it turned out that I wasn't the only one who carefully kept that memory and regarded it as a treasure.
However, regardless of status or current situation, these "more than one person" are all trampled to the point of insignificance.
"It's a pity that that man is not a good destination after all. Falling in love with him is tantamount to cocooning oneself."
The scene of the conversation with Iori just played back in my mind again and again, unable to stop.
Hasumi vaguely remembered that at that time, he seemed to slowly put down the teacup, and through a fog, he could clearly see the sorrow in the other party's eyes.
Her face suddenly turned pale, and a great deal of sadness welled up in her heart at that moment.
A powerless voice then bloomed in the air, helplessly like a dying person - "Of course I know, but unfortunately there is no other way."
This hard cocoon that I created with my own hands, I am afraid that I will not be able to escape it long ago.
The author has something to say:
Hasumi: What can I do, I am also desperate.
Let me explain why the girl is afraid to hear the answer to this question~ If the governor answers "remember", it is absolutely appropriate; if the answer is "don't remember", that will also be her future ending, after all, girl Think of himself and Iori as the same type of person.She is a smart and sensible person, so she thinks that instead of making herself sad, it's better to pretend to be confused.
Ahhh... finally back to school, but I have to continue to revise my thesis, crying to death.
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