[Comprehensive] Teacher Songyang is always committing suicide

Songyang made a wooden bathtub for Yinshi.

When he was working as a helper in a restaurant, he saw the proprietress's seven-year-old son playing with water in the big laundry basin, seemingly very happy.Children like to play in water, he thought.If other children have one, then Yinshi should also have one.

After the proprietress' son had had enough fun and ran away, he secretly picked up the old little yellow duck in the basin.

Originally, I only planned to make a small bathtub, but then I thought that Yinshi is not like me, and one day she will grow up, so it is better to make it bigger.

After beating, he filled the bucket with hot water to see if it would leak, put the little yellow duck in it, and soaked it by himself.Soaking and soaking, because he felt so bored, he decided to drown himself.

"...Hey!!!! The turning point is so fast that I don't know where to start to complain!! Songyang, wake me up!!"

Song Yang, who was warmed by the hot water, opened his eyes, and saw Yin Shi's face full of tears.Yinshi's whole body was submerged in the water, and he pulled Songyang's head vigorously to make him float out of the water.Seeing him throwing the textbook in the bathtub, Songyang picked it up with one hand and held it up, while the other hand was weak and dropped out of the bucket, teaching Yinshi by example: "Do you know Yinshi, this scene is the masterpiece "Ma "The Death of Ra"—"

"Sister Ma!!"

Gintoki looked like he really wanted to cry, and when he was pulled out of the tub, he was still hiccupping while smoking.Songyang was a little guilty, put on some clothes and crawled out, pointed to the tub and said to Yinshi: "I made it for you, Yinshi can play in the water here in the future."

"You belch... so you are a bathtub!! Have you ever seen a bathtub that can take up half of the yard!! Silver sauce belch... Silver sauce thought you were making a swimming pool, hey!!"

Songyang refilled the hot water and bathed Yinshi, but the child was still sobbing while taking a bath.Songyang didn't know how to coax him, so he pushed the little yellow duck on the water to show him: "Look, little duck."

Yinshi Shiyu watched the shriveled duck float past: "..."

Now it is October when autumn and winter change seasons. After Songyang dried Yinshi's hair, he wrapped him in a small blanket that had been dried during the day, and rolled him up under the quilt.In his cognition, children are very fragile creatures, and they will catch a cold and get sick if they are not careful, so they need to be taken care of carefully.

Songyang had just moved into the village school, and he was still in short supply, so he managed to buy tatami mats for one room and spread them on the muddy floor sprinkled with sawdust.Yinshi doesn't seem to like being close to people very much, but it seems acceptable to sleep in the same room with Songyang.They pulled two quilts and fell asleep head to head.

"Hey, what's the matter with you."

In the darkness, Yinshi's immature childish voice pulls Songyang back who almost fell asleep.

"Ok?"

"I said, do you want to see a psychiatrist? Although that kind of suicidal habit will be very cool, but if you accidentally die, what should you do?"

Song Yang opened his mouth in the dark, he wanted to say "Actually, I haven't died", but he still didn't dare to say it in the end.

"Okay. Then I won't play anymore."

"Hanging for a while and drowning for a while, do you want to scare Yin Jiang to death?"

"Yes, sorry."

Silver was quiet for a while.Outside the house is the rustle of fallen leaves blown by the autumn wind, and inside the house is the scent of soap after the quilt has been fully dried.Songyang didn't hear him speak for a long time, and fell asleep again in a daze.

Curly, shaggy hair brushed against his face.

"Let me tell you. Since you have brought Yinjiang back, you should be responsible to the end like an adult."

"Yes, Yinshi needs me."

"Nonsense. Without Songyang, who will support me?"

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For the sake of Yinshi, Songyang decided to correct this bad habit.

When Naraku was the boss of Tianzhaoyuan, no one dared to take care of him.Because there is a dragon vein in the body, I am not old and immortal, and I will try to kill myself if I am too boring, and it will gradually become a bad habit.

For a while, he even liked to kill himself on the spot as soon as it was time to sleep.Then, after a very short period of unconsciousness, rebirth was ushered in again and again.Killing too many people, the body is too excited, there is no way to rest without doing this.

He should be thankful that he is not like K○nny in South ○ Park, every time he is reborn after death, he has to come out of his mother's womb again.

After the harvest, the village set up a salary banquet. No matter where Songyang went, the sound of taiko drums and dragon flutes could be heard in his ears.The proprietress of the restaurant also specially gave Songyang a holiday, saying that he would take his children to have a good day.

Songyang took Yinshi's hand and walked into the bustling crowd.He had to hold on to Gintoki tightly, because Gintoki's eyes were full of priests in hunting clothes and black hats, bright red shrines and jugglers, kites and colorful ropes all over the sky, and rice in the salesman's burden. Cake and sugar, if you don't pay attention, you will follow the sweetness.

There was a child holding an adult's hand to buy candy, although Yinshi watched eagerly, but did not make a sound.Songyang counted the savings accumulated during this period, and it happened to be able to buy two pieces of red bean cake for Yinshi.

"... Huh?" Yin Shi's eyes dodged, "I didn't say I wanted it, you took it to buy books."

"Doesn't Yinshi like to eat sweets?"

"Yinjiang doesn't like the smell of red beans." Yinshi pushed away the red bean cake in front of him with difficulty, "Hurry up and return it, it's a waste of money."

Songyang was very embarrassed.He thought about it, and swallowed the red bean cake in one bite.

"...Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!"

It's really hard for kids to understand.Song Yang frowned while chewing the sticky red bean cake, while looking at Yin Shi's heart ached to the point of blood and tears.

"It's really too sweet." He complained, throwing up the red bean cake.

"……………………"

While holding Yin, who seemed to be unable to breathe, Songyang took him to the shrine to ask for a lottery.

Even in such a small closed village, there are well-built shrines.Song Yang lined up in front of the lottery box, and rang the bell like the people in front of him, but was stopped by the priest with a serious face next to him.

"Don't stand right in front of the lottery box, that's the way for the gods to pass."

"Yes, sorry."

"Did you clean your hands and mouth? Before ringing the bell, bow once."

The people behind looked at the stranger one after another, wondering why he was so unfamiliar.

Songyang has always had no fate with the gods.The most vivid impression I had when I walked into the shrine was being tied up and escorted in like a monster, and apologizing to the gods by pressing their heads.As soon as the haze in his memory surged up, he felt a shadow in his consciousness ready to move.

(Go away.)

"I'm really sorry. I've been living in a closed place, so this is my first visit to the shrine."

Songyang's smile is an existence that can be used as a biological weapon.His brows and eyes curved softly, and even the frost-faced priest softened his expression.

"It's okay, I'll teach you."

After taking a Zhongji, the priest told him that the auspicious sign can be taken home and hung up, or given as a talisman.Then give it to Yinshi, he thought, but found that the child he was holding had long since disappeared.

"Silver time?"

I searched around the shrine again and again, and finally found a group of teenagers facing each other in the secluded courtyard behind the shrine.

It was silver time that started.There were two children standing behind him, one with long hair tied up, the other with purple hair and green eyes, who looked about the same age as Yinshi.It is estimated that the food is better than Yinshi, and the face is a little baby fat, very cute.He was a little far away and didn't know what they were arguing about.

Of course Songyang knew how powerful Yin Shi was, once the child got angry, two or three adults couldn't restrain him.But since it is a small fight between children, an adult must come to lay the steps.

So, he stepped forward and threw all the children of the troublemaker into the ground as a friendly way to get down the steps.

"...What kind of step down is this?! You will definitely be hated! Absolutely!"

"Yin Shi, here you are."

Hanging the auspicious sign around Yinshi's neck, Songyang greeted the other two children politely, and dragged Yinshi's curly hair back.

"that person……"

"It is rumored recently that he is the one who opened a private school with a silver-haired child."

"...Well, it's very strong."

The purple-haired child looked at his back and whispered to himself.He hadn't gone to the dojo of the private school for a long time, he stretched his muscles and made a slight clicking sound.

"If you don't go out and practice, your bones will be lazy."

So the next day, Songyang saw the purple-haired child in his village school.In the middle of a circle of yelling children, he was holding a bamboo knife and confronting Gintoki aggressively.

Kicked?Songyang hurried over to look.Seeing Songyang emerging from among the children, the purple-haired child yelled at Yinshi: "Hey, you can fight him after you're singled out, right? Then hurry up, I'm still in a hurry to go home Let's eat."

Yinshi was still expressionless and dead-eyed, and when he heard the other party's provocation, he just twitched the corner of his mouth lazily: "Heh."

Follow him up into the air, and strike the opponent's face with a blow of the epee.The purple-haired child grabbed the bamboo knife, completely unresponsive, and was knocked out with a "snap".

"Silver time!"

Songyang ran out to clean up the mess for Yinshi.He touched the child's breath in fear, then touched the big bump on his forehead with distress, and carried the purple-haired child who was completely unconscious into the inner room.

"I'll keep my hands, it's fine." Gintoki muttered from behind.

Yinshi's knife skills were not learned from the dojo. The way he used the knife in the struggle for survival could easily cause fatal injuries to other children during practice.Taking this into consideration, Songyang seldom let him practice off the field, and usually taught him himself.

"This guy knocked over his classmates in the dojo as soon as he came, and he insisted on fighting you one-on-one. Yin Jiang was afraid that you would accidentally kill him, so he ended up wasting time with him."

Song Yang turned his head, Yin Shi was still following him not too far away, as if he wanted to chase him and explain clearly.Is the kid afraid of blaming him?Songyang freed his hand to touch the top of his head, and said with a smile, "I don't blame you. Go back and play with your classmates."

Yinshi pouted and tilted his head, like a cat who doesn't like being touched on the head, turned around and ran away.

That child is called Takasugi Shinsuke.It was near dusk when the child woke up and reported himself to Songyang, and Songyang knew about it.

"I'm giving you trouble."

He is a very polite boy despite his arrogance.

Songyang smiled at him, then lowered his head to mix the potion in his hand.Because there are many children in the village school, and they also need to practice kendo, so the most indispensable thing in the village school is the powder of Chinese medicine.He poured the medicinal powder into a medicine bowl, slowly made a paste with shochu, and then spread it on the white bandage, which could be used as a poultice.

He seldom encounters a situation that needs to be bandaged - minor injuries will heal naturally quickly, and serious injuries will wait for the death to restart, so these things, like patching and cooking, will make him feel clumsy.But because it is a weak child who needs to be bandaged, he does it very slowly and attentively, as if he is delving into the world's problems.

After smelling the dressing, there seemed to be nothing wrong with the process, so he tried to tie it on Gao Shan.

...spicy eyes, put too much soju.Takasugi almost cried because of the smell of the dressing, but in order to maintain his image of being arrogant and dusty, he kept his eyes wide open to keep the tears from falling.

"Sprinkle a little shochu on the bandage every once in a while, and the swelling will subside in two to five hours." Songyang read the medication instructions to him in a sad tone, "Try to avoid touching the wound with water during the period, and avoid spicy food."

...This is common sense, right? Do you need to tell him like a death notice?

"That silver-haired man, did you teach him his sword skills?"

"No. Yinshi is self-taught, and I'm just his partner."

"Supporter? But you are obviously much better than him, I was here for you." Gao Shan spoke in a lazy and calm tone, not sounding like a child, "Speaking of which, I haven't asked your name yet. "

"My name is Yoshida Shoyo, and that very powerful kid is called Gintoki."

"Yoshida Matsuyo."

After whispering his name once, the purple-haired child crawled out of the quilt, stood up straight and bowed halfway to him, thanking him for the bandages and medicine.

"I'll be back tomorrow."