[Comprehensive] Teacher Songyang is always committing suicide

After reading a medical book, he learned that he was injured for a hundred days, so Songyang ticked off the calendar after one hundred days, so as to remind himself when he will "heal up".

It is also the first time in hundreds of years that he enjoys the treatment of the wounded: in addition to sitting or lying down, the food will be automatically delivered to his mouth when eating, and the laundry and cooking that are always worrying are contracted by the students. Apart from sitting and giving lectures, he basically Nothing to do.

Taking a bath and rubbing his back has always been Gintoki's task.Songyang didn't care about it when we took a bath together before, but for some reason, Yinshi couldn't change his slightly cramped look.

"Songyang, you... that," the silver-haired boy seemed not to know where to put his eyes, "raise your legs."

Kindly put the zongzi feet on the stool aside, Songyang pulled Yinshi in a good mood and wanted to wash his hair, but he refused.

"Just sit quietly."

Yin Shi took a bath ball and made foam, and when he wiped it, he only dared to rub it above the navel.Since the last time his impression of Songyang suddenly changed from a big pillow to a [a bit dangerous-looking] man, Yinshi has been unable to get over the hurdle in his heart, no matter what, he is super concerned about small embarrassing things, and he himself I am so annoyed.

Take a closer look, this guy's body is really too white, so white that there is a color difference between his own hands and his.And there are no scars, only a piece of softness to the touch, is this really the body of a samurai?

Hey Songyang, go and run [-] kilometers every day for me to train my tendons and come back!Practice the painting style of Bei○ Shenquan for me!Don't mislead the growth path of the flowers of the motherland, okay? !

"Yinshi," Songyang felt a little cold after waiting for a long time, and looked up at him, "It's not that my arm is broken, I can do it myself."

Yinshi responded indiscriminately, scooped up a spoonful of hot water and poured it over his head, and it was considered hastily washed.Song Yang returned to the bedroom with his wet hair wrapped, and Gui was already waiting to dry his hair with a dry towel.Ah, what a pleasant life the wounded live.

In late March, it is time to enjoy cherry blossoms again.As soon as Songyang was happy, he forgot his injury setting, and ran around the village school with snacks and wine.Gao Shanchao chased after him helplessly, while paying attention to whether there were other students around, he called him to remember to take the crutches.

"Teacher, it's impossible for your injury to recover so quickly." Gao Shan reminded him softly, "Now you should be able to use crutches with one hand."

Songyang dragged his crutch with one hand and happily walked towards the cherry blossom forest at the foot of the mountain.Seeing him walking like flying with his crutches in hand, Takasugi behind him silently covered his face.I beg you to act professionally!By the way, why am I more anxious than him!

"A Yin really doesn't know what's so good about cherry blossoms. Songyang seems to be on a stimulant at this time of year."

Gintoki was sitting in the reserved seat in the cherry blossom forest, picking his nose and complaining to Gui.From a distance, I saw Songyang running over with his crutch like a windmill. He was so scared that he poked his nose hard: "Songyang, your feet! Feet! Run slower!"

Song Yang immediately stopped, and quickly leaned on the tree trunk, frowning and bent down: "Hiss...it hurts."

"...Of course you are in pain. Look at the smoke behind you! Ah Yin was so frightened to death! This is the first time I saw a wounded man and I can sprint for [-] meters!"

Gao Shan, who was catching up, smoothed things over tiredly: "The teacher was looking forward to it so much that he even forgot about his injury."

The so-called cherry blossom viewing means that everyone sits together under the cherry blossom tree to eat and drink, and if it is more elegant, they just play a shamisen and compose a haiku.

Songyang is well-known in the village as a master at breaking strings. It is impossible for the shamisen handed over to him to be undamaged, so playing the shamisen can only be handed over to Takasugi in the end.

Takasugi who is regarded as a bgm amplifier: ... want to eat snacks

Gui glanced at Songyang, and saw that he had been smiling happily ever since he entered the table, so he couldn't help but ask, "Why do you like cherry blossom viewing so much, teacher?"

Songyang smiled and said: "When I was a child, I always thought it was a very happy thing to see other people bring snacks and fruit wine to enjoy the cherry blossoms every spring. It's a pity that I never had the chance to try it. .”

"Why? Don't the teacher's parents have time to take the teacher there?" The other children sitting around asked.

"Well, they've been very busy." Songyang poured a glass of fruit wine, "I don't know what happened, but at that time I really wanted to enjoy the cherry blossoms, so I did something very naive."

"what?"

"I picked up some stones as my own family, took leaves to drink, and just sat in the crowd of cherry blossom viewing and played house. As a result... I was made fun of by other children."

"Teacher sometimes does this kind of thing. Oh, it sounds so cute."

The students all laughed, even the bgm Takasugi with a sullen face couldn't help slightly curling the corners of his mouth.

Songyang smiled and took a sip of the fruit wine.The time for the fruit to ferment is not enough, so when the wine slips down the throat, there is still a hint of bitterness.

In fact, when they found him, they killed him.

500 years ago, it was the Muromachi period.He doesn't even remember when he was born, and wanders in the mountains all day long.Everyone who came to enjoy the cherry blossoms was full of smiles. He hid behind the tree and watched secretly, envious for no reason.

So happy.he thinks.

The gentle mother held the child's hand, and the ferocious father chased the child around. When the child fell down, he rushed to help him up immediately.The sound of toasting and mingling was endless, and someone played a nice musical instrument, and the mountain, which had been lonely all year round, suddenly became lively.

I don't understand the concept of parents, and I don't know what friends are. I just think that if everyone is together, maybe even the ordinary cherry blossoms can make people happy.Wanting to imitate humans, he picked up some small stones and leaves, and placed them in a circle around himself.This stone is his father, this one is his mother, this one is his teacher, and this one is his friend. The young child poured it out of leaves and dew, talked to the stones, and was very happy.

"...This is, this is that undead monster!"

"...Is that the kid who crawled out of the coffin after dying of illness! Bring the knife over here! You, go and take the children away!"

This is a memory that Xu Xu has never revealed in the past generations, but every generation remembers it firmly, including himself.Because that was the first erasure of a hypocrisy [non-human].

When the blood splashed in the air, the child suddenly woke up.

He will never, never be like these people, with a happy smile, sitting under the cherry tree to enjoy the cherry blossoms.

"...the cup is going to be crushed."

He bit the cup in his mouth and took a little effort to pull it out.The silver-haired boy who seemed a little impatient took a green dumpling and stuffed it into Songyang's mouth.

"Why are you in a daze, eat something quickly."

Takasugi, who played the bgm over there, finally couldn't bear it anymore, pushed the shamisen into Gui's arms, and looked through the food basket to find pastries to eat.Gui Dai, who got the shamisen, was stunned for a moment, flipped his sleeves, and slammed the shamisen like an electric guitar, and roared: "ooooooooooooof ○○○○○○○○○ck——"

Yinshi stared at the laser, and punched Gui on the tree.

"...f○ck your sister f○ck! Who do you want to f○ck, stupid wig! Why is the same musical instrument in your hands with this style of painting! Be a pure music player obediently f○ck! "

Songyang smiled and picked up the shamisen: "Then let me play a song."

"...Teacher, please stop! Please be sure to stop! Ah Yinguang lost his entire fortune just by paying for the shamisen!"

Because their place is very lively, people who are familiar with Songyang in the village come to eat and drink.Miss Dianzi from the restaurant brought out her specialty dishes and let everyone have lunch together under the flower tree. "Since Songyang didn't come to our restaurant to sit on the table, it's not a helper, the passenger flow has decreased recently."

"...Just now you said you were sitting on the stage, you definitely said you were sitting on the stage. A black-hearted businessman like you, Ah Yin, will report it sooner or later."

Even the ice-faced priest was attracted by the scent, sitting solemnly behind the children and drooling.It wasn't until Songyang smiled and said "please use" to him that he took a chopstick and put it into his mouth with a serious face.

Because the people in the restaurant were the first to know Songyang and Yinshi, when they sat together, they chatted about the past a long time ago.The group of chefs who had beaten Songyang were very embarrassed, and sat silently on the sidelines.Miss Dianzi told him that it was the spirit of her husband who came to her and she asked Songyang to be a helper.

"That guy, you really don't change your nature. Because I saw you two at the old site of the village school, I ran over and said how pitiful, so pitiful, please let me take you in. Last year, my son was admitted to the private school, and he went to become a Buddha without authorization. I didn’t even have time to say goodbye. A man or something is really a creature that wants to come out like the wind, and it’s rooted by the ○○ in the crotch.”

She glanced at Song Yang who was covering Gao Shan's ears, and said with disdain: "You have no less yellow accent than me."

Because Gintoki was the earliest member of Matsushita Village Juku, the students pestered him to ask how he met Matsuyo. "How do you know each other?" Yinshi glanced at Songyang, "This guy beat Brother Paqing until he ran out of money, so he abducted Ah Yin to sell."

"...That's you, you bastard! The teacher is not such a person!"

Songyang waved his hands and said with a smile: "At that time, Yinshi was still young, so I must have forgotten it. At that time, I went out to relax by myself. When I passed the convenience store, I really wanted to buy that issue of Jump no matter what, but the wallet There is still 5 yen short, so I am going to sell the silver when I abduct it.”

"...It ended up being sold! It's still a super cheap price!"

Knowing that Songyang was concealing his own background, Yinshi snorted and lowered his head to eat the cherry blossom dumplings.

Endless piles of corpses, bloody knives.The black crows, the red clouds covered by the crows.He raised his head and saw the man's gentle smile.

How could it be forgotten.

That was the starting point of his life.