[Comprehensive] Teacher Songyang is always committing suicide

"Yoshida Shoyo, do you have something on your mind today?"

Walking in the wheat fields that have just been harvested, the fragrance of wheat grains still lingers in the wind.Gao Shan's immature and pretentiously deep voice sounded behind him, Song Yang paused, and walked side by side with him.

"That's right. But it's a problem that can't be solved no matter what. I'm troubled and troubled, and I feel that I really don't want to think about it."

Gao Shan followed him silently, and then said after a while, "Does it mean that as long as you become an adult, many problems now will be solved?"

"Not necessarily. The troubles of being immature in adolescence may not be cared about when you grow up; but in the future life, there will be many problems that cannot be solved at all."

"...I always feel that the future is gloomy..."

"That's because Jinsuke is still young, and he can't rub a little sand in his eyes. A teenager feels that true happiness should be pure and innocent, and he can't even tolerate flaws such as wearing slippers and kicking the board. The so-called adults are all in the middle of the night. A contradictory guy who would cry and laugh when he smelled the smell of supper outside the window after secretly crying under the quilt."

He smiled and added: "For example, even though I had a nightmare yesterday, walking in the wheat field with Jinsuke like this now will make me feel calm. Jinsuke asked me if I was worried, and I also felt calm because of this. kind of gentle and happy.”

Gao Shan seemed to choke, turned his face away and muttered: "I understand the truth, don't express it so bluntly..."

Still sent to the place yesterday, Gao Shan asked Songyang to stop.Songyang had no intention of inquiring into other people's privacy, but the servant who came to pick up Gaoshan seemed to be very unfriendly to Songyang. When Songyang bowed slightly to him, the other party just snorted disdainfully and pulled Gaoshan away.

Songyang tilted his head puzzled.

"Zhengyi, what's your etiquette?"

After being scolded by Gao Shan, the servant reluctantly returned the salute to Songyang, and followed Gao Shan to the warrior gathering area.

"Do I have a face that looks like a child trafficker, Yinshi?"

At dinner time, Songyang learned Yinshi how to knead rabbit rice balls, and showed Yinshi his face covered with rice grains.Without raising his head, Yinshi scraped off the rice grains on his face with his hands and stuffed them into his mouth, smashing them, and said dissatisfied: "You didn't add sushi vinegar. Yinjiang said it several times, it looks like rabbit rice balls If this kind of white rice ball doesn't smell like vinegar, it won't taste good at all."

"Yes, I remember Teacher Yinjiang."

"Ah—the vegetable soup is almost dry! Songyang, you also look at the stove!"

Yinshi hurriedly moved the small bench, lifted the lid of the pot and stirred the soup.The proprietress of the restaurant, Miss Dianzi, who was in charge of instructing them in cooking, knocked Songyang on the head with green onions: "Look at Yinshi, look at Yinshi! Only a man who can cook can be called a good man! Songyang, how can you marry a wife after this? !"

Although the parents of the students will enthusiastically send them lunch boxes, they can't always bother them.With this in mind, Songyang rolled up his sleeves and decided to learn how to cook, expanding his poor recipes that only include rice with eggs and rice with red beans.

I heard that Songyang insisted on cooking by himself, and the parents of the students sent food instead. If you see a child with a radish or green onion in the schoolbag in the village, it is undoubtedly from the Songxia Village School.

This is not enough, the parents send a cook representative to teach Songyang every day.As mentioned earlier, Songyang can cut a person's carotid artery hundreds of miles away, but he can't deal with the small fish on the chopping board and the thread that bursts out of his clothes.The injury rate of his cooking was too high, and in the end, Yin Shi couldn't bear it anymore, and pointed to the small bench in the kitchen to tell Songyang to sit and wait for the food.

After being scolded by Miss Dianzi, Songyang was also very ashamed, he lowered his head and squeezed the rice ball and stopped talking.Yin Shi glanced at it from a distance, and said impatiently: "The old woman is so wordy, as long as one of Songyang and I can cook, it's all right. It's none of your business whether they marry a wife or not."

"Smelly brat can't spoil your teacher! You don't know these basic life skills, how can you leave him at home when you go out in the future!"

Yinshi stirred the vegetable soup thoughtfully, jumped down from the small bench with a spoon in his hand, and said to Songyang, "The old woman has some truths...Songyang, you can stir it yourself, Yinjiang is beside you Watch the fire."

...When I'm with Gintoki, I always feel that the positions of adults and children have been reversed.

More and more children come to the village school to attend classes, and the main house and the dojo have undergone another renovation, making it look like a grand private school.I don't know when Gui will come to his classroom to attend lectures.

"Teacher Songyang's progress is relatively fast, and the lectures are also very deep." Xueba Gui Xiaotaro commented, "After finishing the class with the teacher, I can get full marks in the exam when I go back."

Sometimes the homework assigned by Songyang is too difficult, and Gui will even live here in Songyang, begging Songyang to give him a small stove.Because Guida took up Songyang's time, Yinshi complained a lot about it.

Songyang actually likes this seemingly wooden-headed child very much.It is rare to have a backbone at this age, and work hard towards your goals in a down-to-earth manner.The word "confused" never seemed to appear in his dictionary. To some extent, Songyang felt that Gui would be the happiest among them.

Because he valued him, Songyang tried his best to answer Gui's questions.When he asked about Emperor Studies, Songyang even revealed to him the structure model of Tianzhaoyuan Naraku that has not changed through the ages: the leader leads the subordinates, and the organization restricts the leader; there is only the core and the periphery, there is no hierarchy; there are very few core members Changes, personnel allocation, everything is simplified.

Takasugi didn't know when he started running to the village school all day long.The main purpose of his running here was to challenge Gintoki and Matsuyo one-on-one, but Gintoki insisted on not entering the dojo until the cultural class was over, so Takasugi, a professional skipper, moved a small table by himself and sat at the front of the classroom. Occupied the center position of Matsushita Village School.

Soon to seven five three.Every year on November 11th, when there are three-, five-, and seven-year-old children in the family, the adults will take them to visit the shrine, implying that the gods will protect the children and grow up safely.On this day, the small village where Songyang is located puts up lanterns and festoons at the shrine, and distributes red bean rice balls and Chitose candy to children of the corresponding age, so that the children can get together and have fun.

Qiwusan had nothing to do with Songyang at first, but Gintoki spun back and forth on the floor counterclockwise, curling Songyang's legs and said that he was going to eat candy. "I'm the three-year-old silver sauce desi from Matsushita Village School~" She was drooling in the mirror while practicing self-introduction, and was trampled into the ground by the unbearable Takasugi.

"A three-year-old is not a mentally handicapped child!"

"If you want to eat red bean rice balls, can I buy them for you?"

"Yuko said that it was the rice ball that the gods had prayed for. After eating it, he would become a jump hero. He will be lucky in his life. It's super amazing! I want silver sauce too~~~"

Unable to hold back Yinshi, Songyang was forced to wrap Yinshi in a small quilt and carried him to the shrine like a child.The ten-year-old child is really a little sore after holding it for a long time. Songyang changed his left hand for a right hand, and put his right hand on his back after changing.There were also a lot of children in the village school who were going to play at the shrine. Gui and Takasugi followed them from left to right. When they saw Gintoki hanging lazily on Satsuyo's back, Takasugi gritted his teeth and stabbed Gintoki's ass: "Yoshida Shoyo , I'll help you carry him."

"...Where are you carrying the silver sauce? The chrysanthemum is bursting!!"

There are many well-dressed children running around in the shrine, and the person in charge of distributing candy is still the serious priest from last time.Songyang calmed down, and went over with a cheeky hug of Yinshi, blushing as soon as he opened his mouth: "...well, this is my child... just three...seven years old this year..."

Yinshi leaned on Songyang's shoulder and picked his nose: "Although the body has shrunk, the mind is still as good. No matter what the incident is, the truth is only puwa!"

The priest watched Takasugi pull down Ginshi and beat him up speechlessly: "Your child... how should I put it, the development is really good..."

Songyang glanced sideways and saw the two children still fighting at the gate of the shrine, and Gui was used to fighting beside him, so he quietly approached the priest, clasped his hands together and said, "My child insists on coming to join in the fun, see if you can... I will make up for the gods." For incense money."

The priest was dazzled by his bioweapon-like smile again, and reluctantly insisted on his position: "If everyone comes to ask for Qiwusan's candies, those children who should be distributed will have no candies."

What he said made sense, Songyang was too embarrassed to ask for it anymore.He secretly went to the candy shop next to the shrine to buy similar-looking red bean rice balls and Chitose candies, and handed them to Gintoki.

"Eat it quickly and become the protagonist of the jump." Songyang touched his forehead with a smile.

Yinshi's little face was flushed with excitement, and he was muttering something in his mouth, so he took a handkerchief and wrapped it in his bosom cherishingly.Don't you eat it yourself, but give it away?Songyang thought of Yuko that Yinshi had mentioned, and couldn't help smiling: Xiaoyinshi has also reached this age.

Because of the rice balls in his arms, Yinshi didn't dare to run around all night, and sat obediently on the stone bench waiting to go home.When the people at the shrine gradually dispersed, Songyang followed the flow of people to find Takasugi and Gui, but was quietly pulled aside by the priest.

"There's still some candy left for tonight, take it back to your students. Don't let other parents know."

The hand was stuffed with genuine Chitose candy that had been blessed by the gods. Songyang smiled at him gratefully, and pulled his three students back on the journey.The four of them walked on the night-shrouded field, surrounded by people returning home from the shrine in twos and threes, and some children were floating around like stars with cold fireworks in their hands.

The night breeze was a bit chilly, Songyang pulled the three children closer to him.

Yinshi, who is usually the most noisy, silently followed Songyang as if the mute button had been pressed since he picked up the rice ball.Songyang saw his eyes shining in the night, as if he had great hope.Ever since he was picked up from the pile of corpses, Songyang had never seen him look so radiant, and he was embarrassed to take out the candy given by the priest.

Let's secretly drop the bag while he is asleep, Songyang thought silently.