[Gintama] They all say I love you

?Early winter, an unexpected heavy snowfall came last night. After nearly four hours of ups and downs, the curtain finally came to an end.

An Ran leaned on her head and looked at the white snow scene outside the window. The tree of unknown age in her house was finally pleasing to the eye against the snow scene, and the flowers and plants that had withered long ago were also covered by heavy snow. She didn't have the slightest desire to clean the courtyard. Thinking, the hostess put on a coat and took a few fruits to get up and go out.

Three o'clock in the morning in Kabukicho was not as lively as imagined, the quiet street gave An Ran the illusion of returning to her hometown in a trance.An Ran raised her head and looked at the moon covered by dark clouds, the starry night sky was not very beautiful, but An Ran stopped for a while.

The reason... I still can't say my hometown from my mouth. These two words seem to be born with magical power.

The sunny alleys, the melodious peddlers on the street, the bookstores filled with the strong fragrance of ink... This memory that seems to have passed away is getting blurred little by little, and will disappear one day.

At that time, the word hometown will no longer be endowed with such magic power, will it?Will she no longer have a dull pain in her chest just because of the thought of these memories, will she no longer feel anxious because of the disappearance of these memories?

There was a wry smile on the corner of An Ran's mouth, but she still resigned herself to her fate and walked forward.

People, it is always time to move forward.

The journey of more than 20 minutes is not short, and it is still a bit difficult to walk on this snow-covered path.An Ran was abused by her own whim, she really shouldn't have gone out after the snow fell.

She stopped in front of a tombstone, took out the prepared tools and began to clean the stone monument in front of her.The snow-covered tombstones returned to their former appearance.

——Mother Xue Yeling

An Ran still remembered the uneasiness she felt when she came out. It was this lady who gave her enough courage to live on. Like her only relative in this different world, An Ran put down the fruit and sat quietly leaning against the tombstone.

When I closed my eyes, I felt the warmth around me, which was very much like her, full of energy every day.

Um, wait.Will this warmth be too physical?

An Ran opened her eyes in confusion, and what caught her eyes was a mass of fluffy silver hair, followed by a pair of clear eyes from the owner of the silver hair. She saw her surprised expression reflected in the red eyes of the other party.

"Hey, I'm hungry." The lazy tone seemed indifferent at the time.

If An Ran deliberately ignores the wounds on this person's body and the shivering body wearing the thinnest clothes in winter, this person really doesn't care.

An Ran blinked, glanced at the fruit and a small glass of wine that had just been placed, and turned sideways helplessly to let this person pass by.

The silver-haired man in front of him was not polite either, he grabbed it and ate it.

An Ran stood up silently. Sure enough, coming to visit the tomb at night is really a convulsion, and if she is not careful, she will run into weird people.Glancing at the stranger who ate just right, An Ran bowed and said, "Please don't soil mother's tombstone after eating, then I will take my leave."

The man's eyes didn't change at all, he completely ignored An Ran.An Ran smiled and picked up the box and left. After walking a few steps, she could faintly hear the muttering of the man behind her.

"Tomb sweeping only brought fruit, is the old woman really your daughter?"

An Ran paused, is it my fault?Looking back again, the man curled up and fell asleep next to another tombstone, but An Ran couldn't continue the footsteps he stopped.Cursing himself secretly, he turned around and walked towards the man in resignation.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, the silver-haired man opened his eyes, his scarlet eyes looked sharply at An Ran who was returning, An Ran took a step back in fear, put his coat on the stone steps not far from the man, then turned around quickly Leave without a trace of hesitation.

The silver-haired man looked at his clothes, and thoughtfully cast his gaze on the fleeing woman.