[Gintama] Mr. Songyang that day

The sky is full of blood in the field of vision.

In front of him is a gap in the surface of the ground, and the light is shining from the fine lines between the rocks. Looking down, there is a bottomless depth.

The person held in the arms has the same face as her, but the left arm is broken from the elbow, and the tendons and flesh of the wound are neatly broken.

It is the trace left by a clean cut.

She let go of her hand, and the body she was holding fell down. In the surging light spots and winding light and shadow veins, this body was gradually swallowed up.

(I'm waiting for your answer.)

The voice came from her lips.

(tell me why--)

Songyang opened his eyes suddenly, and met Yinshi's sight directly.

The silver-haired man was still in the posture of tucking her quilt.Probably because he didn't expect that she would wake up suddenly. His whole body was completely petrified. He stared blankly for a long time before remembering to move his hands from the hospital bed, and his eyes followed suit. she.

"...Wake up."

His voice sounded dry and emotionless, the corner of his mouth deliberately wanted to squeeze a smile, but he couldn't pull out an upward arc, and he froze there very deliberately.

"...Anyway, Ah Yin, go and get someone to come over first."

While talking, Yinshi quickly backed away, as if avoiding something, turned around and opened the door to run away.

Songyang subconsciously got up and wanted to hold him, but the pain in her heart came up unexpectedly, her shoulders softened, and she missed him, and fell off the hospital bed following the inertia, and fell to the ground.

"Well!"

His body didn't seem to be his own, and he was so weak that his hands and feet were uncoordinated.Songyang tried to prop up the floor with his palms several times but failed to stand up with his feet.The palm of her hand was still aching, as if she had scratched her skin when she hit the ground. When she raised her hand, she saw blood beads oozing out from the red flesh.

Songyang stared at the wound in a daze.

There is no more instant healing.

She was just like the most ordinary human being in this world, she was injured, shed blood, felt pain, and worried about wounds that couldn't stop bleeding.

——It suddenly seemed like a dream.

The smile on the corner of the lips is a sense of satisfaction from the heart.For the first time in thousands of years, she felt that pain is also something that makes people feel happy.

"……are you an idiot."

The silver-haired man who turned back still had that dull tone.There was an inexplicable irritability in his eyes, he bent down and stretched out his hand, picked up Songyang from the ground, and then carefully placed her on the bed.

"Take it out."

Song Yang was startled, and looked up at him.

When the eyes met, Yin Shi still turned his head as if unintentionally, and his tone sounded a bit fierce.

"Hand out."

"I want to..."

Song Yang saw the medical kit in his hand, so he didn't ask any more questions, and quietly handed the injured hand to Yinshi.

— She rarely felt at a loss.

The recall of memory means that the past that was too cruel for both her and Yinshi has finally been fully revealed.

It was she who forced Yinshi to make a clean break with the past in such a brutal way.

I--

She moved her lips, but couldn't say a word.

When making a choice, I feel that this life will stop here, those who survive will eventually be happy, and the pain of the past will surely turn into nostalgia as time goes by.

The ghosts of the past should not disturb the present world anymore.

If she had remembered everything from the beginning, perhaps she would just quietly hide in an unnoticed corner of Edo Castle, take a look at how her past students are living now, and not rush into her like this The quiet life that the students of the school finally had, once again pulled these children into her such a heavy fate.

—Intellectually, she used to think that was the only option.

In fact, she saw the result of that choice nearly dooming the future lives of her students.

No.

Not all those left behind will be happy.

I've always been-

"Silver time..."

Rather than thanking you, what I should say to you is——

Self-righteously making decisions for you, throwing such a cruel burden on you in a self-righteous manner, claiming to protect you, but leaving deep and visible scars on your heart.

--"sorry."

The silver-haired man was treating the scrape on her palm without saying a word.

He buried his head very low, and his messy curly hair hung down to cover half of his face, and his expression was also hidden inside, making it difficult to see clearly.

When Songyang blurted out this sentence of apology, his shoulders trembled imperceptibly, his breathing became disordered for a moment, and the emotions on the verge of losing control overflowed from his red eyes, and he almost threw his teeth and claws at the face in front of him. The apologetic made him forcefully push back.

"Oh."

It was an answer that was so brief that it could be described as indifferent.

Songyang was not sure if he understood what he meant, seeing that he still lowered his head silently, and bandaged her palm step by step, as if I was not interested in what you said, she hesitated and wanted to speak again, but was caught Yinshi said fiercely in a very low voice.

"Quiet."

The rejection feeling that "I don't want to hear your voice" is almost written on the face.

Song Yang wrinkled his nose a little bit at a loss.

Yinshi has always been a child who hides his thoughts deeply.Whenever he was angry when he was a child, Songyang had to chase after him and ask him why he was angry, so as to find out what he really thought.

Compared with children of the same age, his experience made him too precocious, and also made him too introverted, with a thick shell of self-protection, trying to push away everyone who walked into his heart, afraid of showing true emotions.

——I understand.

Because of the understanding, I repeated it over and over again, trying tirelessly to let him learn to express himself, learn to accept, learn to love this world, learn to be a part of this world, be depended on, be cared about, and perhaps establish in this world Once you are freed from the fetters, you will no longer feel lonely.

The idea was very good, but in the end, she still failed to teach Yinshi to learn these things, and instead made things worse and worse.

——Compared to her clumsy bandaging method, Yinshi's way of bandaging the wound was as professional as if she was born in a professional class. She disinfected and applied medicine in two steps, and the bandages were beautifully wrapped.

Watching him skillfully tying knots, Songyang suddenly realized that this was a technique that could only be practiced after suffering too many injuries.

After finishing the bandage, Yinshi raised his head and glanced at Songyang like a conditioned reflex, and bumped straight into the guilt in her eyes, and his breathing stopped suddenly.

"Don't show that look."

——Silver's voice was very soft.

He put Songyang's hand down and raised his head slowly until he straightened his waist completely.The coldness overflowing on that expressionless face, and the turbulent dark and fierce light in those red eyes were exposed without any concealment.

Songyang couldn't help being startled, and when he moved his lower lip slightly, the silver-haired man spoke sullenly.

"Why do you say I'm sorry? Hmm? Why are you sorry for Ah Yin? Did Ah Yin get raped from head to toe, or did you think she was Ome but turned out to be Ome's substitute? What is there to be sorry for?" What is there to be sorry for a person like Ah Yin? Huh?"

At the beginning, he seemed to be losing his temper and didn't know what to say. Songyang was confused by his series of "why", trying to understand the source of his anger from his accusation.

"Stand-in...? Ome...? You mean Oboro?"

I guess my guess is right, Songyang tried to explain.

"That's not the case, I didn't have that kind of thinking. It's always because it's silver time, just because it's silver time... Although I don't know why silver time has such thoughts, I'm sorry—"

"Don't be sorry."

"...Silver hour?"

"No need to be sorry."

"……but……"

(You look angry.)

After Gintoki understood this sentence from the expression on her face, the suppressed anger in her heart suddenly got out of control without warning.

"Huh? What kind of world is this? People who have done nothing wrong have to be sorry all day long, I'm sorry, Ah Yin is so annoying to hear it, to the point of wanting to poke Lake Toya in people's eyes, this jump hero Isn’t it okay if Ah Yin doesn’t do it? Why do you call people monsters casually, huh? After all, what’s the use of being sorry? Can I just write off the damage? Is the author out of his mind? So irresponsibly arranging such a life experience for others, what's the point of saving this messed up world, just let Ah Yin blow up so that there is no loincloth left, damn it!"

The silver-haired man's speech was so fast that it fired like a machine gun.

Songyang was stunned for a while, and it took a while to understand that Yinshi's dissatisfaction probably came from the events of her past told by Tinglong.She raised her head and bumped into Yin Shi's eyes filled with pity, and she was speechless for a while.

—Of course I would be uneasy.

The past is always a shadow that is hard to tell. In the past, when Yinshi wanted to test her intentionally or unintentionally, she looked at the other person's slightly nervous and expectant face. For a moment, she really wanted to tell the truth.

But not.

She had made a child sacrifice herself to her vain destiny, and if Gintoki also—

For Gintoki, just walk from her side to the human world in an ordinary way.

—she never realized then what a selfish thought it was.

The eyes of the silver-haired man were slightly red.Songyang looked at him in a daze, and when he saw that he was also choked up unknowingly, he suddenly hugged Songyang into his arms, and tightly locked her in front of his chest.

"Aside from the toilet, the place where you want to cry is Ah Yin's chest. Seeing from the relationship between the two of us, it is provided for you to use for free. Don't complain long-windedly."

His tone was still fierce, but he really couldn't hide his crying.Song Yang was pressed against his chest by his hair, and he felt more clearly the unstoppable trembling of his body.

——When it was silver that shed tears.

She couldn't tell what this sour and warm feeling in her heart was, but it couldn't be the pain of being repelled by the dragon vein energy.It seems that a light green bud has grown in the heart, because it is the taste of spring, so the temperature is as warm as spring, which makes people want to cry.

——Meeting Yin must be the luckiest thing in her thousand-year life.

It wasn't earlier, nor later, it just happened to be under the setting sun, and the corpses passing through the mountains reached out to him, and he followed, and the two walked into the moonlight together, such an ordinary encounter.

"……it does not matter."

Songyang's voice was very soft.

The silver-haired man was indeed desperately trying to hold back his sobs, and his strength in holding her was also relaxed. Songyang was able to look up at his face, and stretched out his hand to gently wipe his tears.

"It's not going to happen again."

It was already a nightmare so far away that she would never fall into it again.

"I promise."

"What the hell are you sure about?"

The silver-haired man's nose twitched, he probably felt that he was a little embarrassed to cry, he turned his head awkwardly, and wiped his eyes until the whites of his eyes were as red as his pupils.

"This kind of thing," he cleared his hoarse throat, trying to figure out his usual cool (and not) persona.

"It's not that Ah Yin can't protect you, Songyang, you can write and draw at home with peace of mind, and wait for Ah Yin to come back to sleep together and do happy things—"

……here we go again.Songyang sighed and pinched the skinny flesh on his cheeks with his fingers, making his face full of pain and not daring to resist.

"It hurts ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah really let go and let A Yin know the wrong. Ayin must copy the word of the teacher for a thousand times. !"

"I'll really be angry next time."

Song Yang let go of his hand helplessly, seeing that the fingerprints were still on his face, he felt a little distressed, and couldn't help but touch the red mark.

The distance is actually a bit too close.

Songyang didn't have much strength on his body, and the whole person was half leaning on Yinshi's arms, sticking softly to Yinshi's body. A single layer of thin clothing didn't feel any barrier at all. Basically not bad.

When she reached forward and touched the side of Yinshi's face, the temperature of her fingertips was so hot that Yinshi felt itchy in her heart.

A few loose strands of light-colored long hair slipped from her shoulders with the movement, and she casually stroked them behind her ears. That white wrist reflected her white side face, and her eyes were hot when they were so bright.

After he finally stabilized his emotions, his brain was once again filled with some discordant thoughts.

want to do.

I really want to do it.

The silver-haired man didn't dare to move, he really wanted to shed lasagna tears.

The so-called man is just a creature dominated by the tower of Babylon that is about to explode!

But the problem is-

If you strike at this time, even Yinshi himself will spurn himself, knowing that Songyang's current physical condition is so weak that he can't even use his hands and feet, even if he is suppressed, he has no strength to resist, and if he kisses her, he will not be pushed away ——

Damn it!Sakata Gintoki!Control yourself and be a reliable man!

——The silver-haired man grabbed Songyang's hand, and slapped himself on the face with a "slap", showing a satisfied sage smile.

Song Yang was full of question marks. "???"