[Gintama] The Way of Slaying Ghosts

The room was silent for a moment, and no one could react when they heard such a sentence.

Takasugi Shinsuke took another sip of wine slowly, raised his eyebrows slightly: "Ghost?"

"There's no need to go." A white shadow quickly came to Jiu Tsuji-san's side from the window, picked up a wine bottle and took a few sips in one go, "You probably won't be able to leave now if you want to."

"What's going on?" Jiu Tsuji San took the wine bottle from Gulu's arms.

"Tsk." He clicked his tongue unwillingly, and then Gulu said lazily, "This store is a bit strange, no, it's not just this store, there's no way out, but I'm in a room here I saw a strange painting."

"Well, before that, can you explain what's going on now?" Hisaka Xuanrui raised his hand and asked innocently.

"There is a ghost in this store." Sakata Gintoki said weakly, shaking his head, "A real ghost, a terrible ghost, a ghost that can eat you in one bite."

Gui Xiaotaro seriously wanted to refute: "No, Gintoki, no matter how you put it, this kind of thing is too..."

"What a coincidence, I thought the same way not long ago, until the reality cruelly shattered my fantasy." Sakata Gintoki said and glanced at Jiu Tsujizo who didn't know what he was thinking.

Jiu Tsujisan thought for a while and asked again: "I'm going to see that painting, how about you?"

"Ahahaha, let's go together." Sakamoto Tatsuma smiled naturally, "After all, it's not easy to let you go here as a girl."

Jiu Tsujisan curled his lips, noncommittal and left with Gulu.

Walking through the long corridor, I met no one at all along the way, until I reached the room at the end.

After Gulu walked in, he stood in front of the wall with a painting: "This is the painting."

This is a very beautiful hanging painting. In the painting, there are pavilions, towers and pavilions, small bridges and flowing water. A beauty is holding a red oil-paper umbrella, standing gracefully on the bridge, with a pair of beautiful eyes full of autumn water, seeming to be angry but not angry. The smile wasn't a smile, but that face seemed to be covered with a layer of tulle, which couldn't be seen clearly, only that he should be a very beautiful person.

"What a beauty." Hisaka Xuanrui sighed.

"Gulu, where is this painting..." Just as he was about to ask Gulu what was so strange, Jiu Tsujisan suddenly stopped talking.

The painting moved!

The beauty in the painting winked at them with a charming smile, then turned around slowly holding an umbrella, and walked towards the distant pavilion, her figure becoming more and more blurred.

"Did Ah Yin read it wrong just now?" Sakata Yinshi stiffly 'creaked' and turned his head to ask the wig next to him, but saw that his face was also blank.

Shinsuke Takasugi raised his lips and smiled happily: "Is it actually a moving painting? It's interesting."

"Hey, what's so interesting about this!?" Sakata Gintoki almost went crazy.

Shinsuke Takasugi looked at Gin Sakata, who was about to jump, and said viciously, "At least you have a funny expression."

Sakata Gintoki's face was darkened, and he gritted his back teeth severely: "Ao Shan, you bastard!"

"What should we do with this painting now?" Hisaka Xuanrui was a little confused.

"I..." Jiu Tsuji-san hesitated to say something, but found that the painting was completely distorted, turning into a dark vortex, and then their eyes were completely black.

After an unknown amount of time, a paw gently patted Jiu Tsuji-san's cheek: "Hey, Tsuji-san wake up."

Jiu Tsujisan woke up in a daze, his head was aching, rubbing his forehead, he saw Gulu's enlarged face, he paused, and then pulled it off.

Gulu grumbled and ran to Sakata Gintoki who was also down on the ground beside him, and slapped him more unceremoniously than before.

The unconscious Sakata Yinshi reflexively grabbed Gulu's tail, opened his eyes and paused for a while, then laughed like a convulsion: "Does Ah Yin have any grudges against you!? Do you have grudges!?"

"No grudge." Gulu who was hung upside down in mid-air, "I just see that you are unhappy."

"I'm sorry, you bastard!" Sakata Gintoki almost wanted to throw it directly into the river.

Um?in the river?

"It's gone?" Jiu Tsuji-san looked at the pool in front of him and said without looking back, "It seems that we have entered the painting."

Sakata Gin, who was still rubbing his hot cheeks, was taken aback for a moment, and then suddenly found that there were no other people around: "Where are Aoshan and the others?"

"I don't know, probably scattered." Jiu Tsujisan took Gulu from Sakata Gintoki, "Let's go and find them, and since it's in the painting, the woman I saw before should be there too."

"Speaking of which, this place is really big." Sakata Gintoki muttered looking at the picturesque scenery around him.

But as long as he thinks that this is in the painting, and there are unknown ghosts waiting, Sakata Gintoki has no idea of ​​appreciating it at all.

"There!" Gulu jumped onto the railing and pointed to the slender figure in the distance. The red oil-paper umbrella was still very recognizable.

Quickly running towards the woman, Jiu Tsuji-san secretly prepared to fight at any time, and when he approached, the face that could not be seen clearly in the previous painting was fully revealed.

Different from what you see in the painting, the girl wears a gorgeous kimono but a plain furisode, and her bright face is light and agile. Compared with the painting, she seems much younger, without the mature charm and ecstasy. eye.

But the strange thing is that even though they had come to the side, she seemed to have not seen them at all, happily holding an oil-paper umbrella and not knowing where they were going.

"What's going on here?" Sakata Gintoki followed the girl and waved his hand in front of her eyes, but he couldn't see it.

"I don't know, let's just watch first." Jiu Tsuji-san noticed the joy and anticipation in the girl's eyes and thought for a while, "See where she's going."

The girl's wooden clogs made a crisp sound as they walked through the winding corridors. In front of them was the pavilion they saw in the painting. The scenery was exactly the same. The difference was that there was a strange male figure inside.

"Shinichi." The girl's bright eyes almost sparkled, "You are finally here."

"Sorry, I have something at home, so I'm late." The man in the navy blue kimono looked at the girl with some embarrassment, and the clothes on his body didn't look like ordinary people.

"It doesn't matter. I will wait for Shen Yi's words." The girl closed the oil-paper umbrella in her hand and frowned.

"Thank you, Gardenia." The man stroked her hair gently.

"That..." Sakata Gintoki looked at the pair of hugging men and women with twitching corners of his mouth, "Are we here to watch them show their affection?"

"Shut up and watch carefully." Gulu slapped him directly on the head, "Maybe there are some clues here, if it's correct, it should be a memory."

Sakata Gintoki was about to say something more, but saw the scene in front of him change. It was a small road with cherry blossoms in full bloom on both sides, and a man and a girl were walking hand in hand.

"Gardenia." The man suddenly stopped and looked at the girl nervously.

"Huh? What's the matter, Shinichi?" The girl asked softly, because seeing that he has not been in a good spirit these days, even when he was with her, he couldn't hide his irritability, the girl completely restrained herself in worry. Let go of your willfulness and become more well-behaved and sensible.

"Marry me." The man seemed to finally muster up the courage to say.

The girl stared blankly at the man for a while, and then she showed a bright smile, her brows and eyes stretched happily, and she said, yes.

There was no grand wedding that was agreed upon, nor was there a lively atmosphere and all kinds of blessings, as if in a hurry, the ceremony was completed in a simple and ordinary way, but the girl still didn't ask anything in the face of the man's guilt-ridden eyes, followed He lived in the slightly dilapidated house with no one else in it.

But not only that, the girl married as a wife found that the man came back later and later, and he was getting more and more tired, and he couldn't even speak to her all day long.

As more and more things in the family were sold, the girl also realized something, but seeing the man's barely supported smile, she still welcomed him back gently as always, and she also worked hard to get some work subsidies.

Finally, one day when she went back, she found the man standing dejectedly at the door of the house holding a bundle. When she turned her head and saw herself, she seemed a little embarrassed, but still hurriedly stuffed one of the bundles into her arms.

"The house is sold." With just such a sentence, the girl almost wanted to shed tears, but she still bit her lower lip and endured it. Regardless of her numb and tired body after a day of work, she followed the man's slightly faster pace unsteadily. pace.

Moving from the house to the thatched cottage, the girl still worked hard to support the family, but in contrast to her, the man started to drink, gamble, stay out at night all day long after being in a daze for a few days, and even had inexplicable sex from time to time. He lost his temper and threw it on her.

At the beginning, every time after beating and scolding her, she would hug her tightly and cry, saying, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I have nothing... Then there was endless abuse and complaints, and she could only bear it, It's not that I didn't think about leaving, but when I saw him begging, I couldn't help it. The good memories back then are still vivid in my mind.

Later, it became commonplace, the man would go out to drink again after venting his anger, and when he threw things at her madly again and again, he kept his bloodshot eyes open, and his face had long since lost its original warmth. Modesty, only the ferocity and violence that frightened her remained.

Almost collapsed and staggered out the door, it was still raining heavily outside, the girl didn't know where to go, one accidentally tripped on the ground, and didn't get up, as if she lost all her strength at once , out of breath and howled, she didn't understand why it happened like this, she didn't understand.

Tired of crying, it turned into intermittent sobbing, no one came, and I was alone there in the dark, as if to cry out all the grievances, the cold rain soaked the clothes, the girl slowly curled up, hugged The cold body leaned against the bridge, the wound on the body was still aching, and the time kept passing.

The girl who was expecting the man to come to find her in her heart finally understood that if she didn't come, how could she come? Even if she went out, she probably went somewhere to drink.

'Tap, tap, tap...' Rhythmic footsteps sounded unhurriedly amidst the sound of rain, and a figure holding a red oil-paper umbrella came towards this side.

The girl raised her head in a daze, and was a little dazed after seeing the familiar umbrella, only a slightly treacherous smile could be seen on her face covered by the edge of the umbrella.

She saw that the person walking in front of her slowly stretched out a hand, and the sharp purple-black nails on it made her shudder; she heard that very familiar voice say a word to herself.

Poor boy, do you want to come with me?

The author has something to say: Thank you Juluo.mine!mwah!

small theater:

The sky is clear, the flowers are vanilla green, the small river is flowing, and the love is endless.

...but there are two discordant people hiding in the grass not far away.

Gintoki Sakata curled his lips and looked at the target two people walking by the small river: "Showing affection or something is as annoying as red beans not sprinkled on red bean rice." He glanced at Jiu Tsuji who was carefully observing beside him, thinking that He moved his body without a trace and rubbed past.

Jiu Tsujisan turned his head when he felt something, and immediately met the enlarged stupid face, and immediately frowned: "It's too close, stay away from me."

Sakata Gintoki: "..." Reluctantly stopping to go any further, he ground his teeth, and continued to look at the two men gloomyly.

It's even more annoying to see Xiu Enai when I haven't caught up with my daughter-in-law!

Speaking of which, when I saw the column, I felt that it was still a cute thing, throwing away a little reader would make it cuter (づ￣3￣)づ