[Gintama] The back spirit of the natural volume

If he wakes up, he won't be able to return to his previous life as if nothing had happened, and he won't be able to go back to that home... because he can't stand those people who clearly expect him to recover his memory, but still forcefully smile to comfort him.

Hearing this, Tsurumi Qiushi blinked and smiled.

"Then live here forever and treat this place as your forever home."

No.17 training: I want to lose my morals every time I update

Tsurumi Akimi told himself more than once that the curly hair in the whole Kabukicho belongs to everyone in his heart. He bears the laughter of everyone on that street, and he guards the happiness of everyone on that street. Happiness, he used his back to prop up the sky of everyone on that street... He has already carried enough, so even if she likes this person again, she wants to be by his side justifiably, how much she can look forward to Walking beside him openly and aboveboard, he could only keep this feeling in the black tower in his heart, and not reveal the slightest bit in front of this person.

But now, the person standing in front of her is Sakata Gintoki who has forgotten everything and has become nothing, so can she be selfish again and make this man become Sakata Gintoki who belongs only to Tsurumi Akimi?

——No Edo, no Kabukicho, no master house, just her and him, okay?

So Yinshi, say you promise, okay?

Tsurumi Akimi stood where she was, her eyes were fixed on the silver-haired man opposite her. Although she remained calm on the surface, only she knew that the beating heart in her chest was about to lose control.She felt like a prisoner waiting for the final verdict, only waiting for a word from the other party to convict her.

Under her gaze, the man who had become extremely serious was shaken at the beginning, but in the end he refused in a very serious tone:

"To be honest, your proposal moved me very much, but I couldn't agree to it. Thank you for your kindness. I..."

Sakata Gintoki suddenly couldn't continue, because he found that the black-haired woman opposite seemed to have a deep sadness in his eyes at this moment, which made him feel extremely depressed.

"you……"

Just as he was about to say something to relieve this depression, he heard the other party's low voice pressed into his ear like a sigh.

"I understand."

Tsurumi Akimi lowered his head and rubbed his forehead, and when he raised his face again, he had returned to the way he greeted him with a warm smile when he met on the street.

"Then what are your plans next?"

"what……"

When asked suddenly, Sakata Gintoki scratched his hair, frowned and thought:

"Probably... I will find a job and do it in a down-to-earth manner. Although I have no memory, I am still a man with arms and legs~"

Although he used to sound like a very unreliable person, but now he no longer wants to live in such a muddle.

"I understand what you mean."

Tsurumi Akimi raised the corners of her lips, as if a drop of water fell into the lake, a smile gradually spread into her eyes.The silver-haired man felt that the black-haired woman's gaze on his face was very light, without any weight.

"But even if you want to find a job, you still have to wait until tomorrow. You see, everyone is almost off work now. How about staying with me tonight?"

Having said all this, it would seem a bit too reckless to refuse, although he felt that it seemed a little inappropriate for a man and a widow to sleep under the same roof... But looking at the black-haired doctor's face, With a serious expression, I suddenly felt that maybe I was thinking too much... =_=

So Sakata Gintoki hesitated for a while, then nodded.

Because the room originally prepared for the silver-haired man still retains the appearance when he lived here, Tsurumi Akimi never left it behind when cleaning, and the quilt is often dried, so now it is only necessary to make a new bed. up.

Coming out of his room, the black-haired doctor looked at the silver-haired man standing in front of the window who was thinking about something. The gradually darkening sky formed a hazy contrast with his white figure, as if he was isolated alone. The coming object cannot be dissolved in it.

Tsurumi Akimi took two steps towards him, stopped not far behind him, and opened his mouth to break the silence.

"Yinshi, the room has been tidied up, but you still have an injury on your head, do you want to go to rest earlier?"

The person whose name was called turned his head, raised his hand to touch the bandage wrapped around his forehead, and shook his head.

"No, the injury is actually not that serious, and I'm not tired now."

The lights outside the street slowly lit up, and the colorful colors embellished every night here.The silver-haired man's hair was shrouded in a vague halo, making his face somewhat unreal.

Tsurumi Akimi took another two steps forward, and stood side by side with him in front of the window, looking out at the night. The light blue sleeves and the white sleeves worn by the person next to him were close together.

Sakata Gintoki turned his head to look at her, turned back to his body, looked down at the street in the night, and suddenly felt an inexplicable feeling in his heart.

"Although I don't remember it, I always feel that I like it very much."

Tsurumi Akimi listened quietly, her eyes slowly falling.

"Pretty." She murmured.

——Thousands of lights under the sky all reflect your light.

In the early morning of the next day, Sakata Gintoki got up early as he said. After packing up, he stood in the living room and looked at the closed door of the room where Akimi Tsurumi lived. After a quick glance, the people inside were silent, as if they hadn't woken up yet.

The silver-haired man scratched his hair, and finally gave up the idea of ​​saying goodbye to his master face to face. He turned around and came to the desk where Akimi Tsurumi usually sat, wrote a note with a pen and placed it on the low table in the middle of the living room, and then Just opened the door and walked out.

The street was still deserted, and there were a few workers who passed by occasionally with sleepy faces. Gintoki Sakata exhaled and rubbed his face with his hands, with a completely opposite spirit from those people, He vigorously took the first step of preparing to start again after losing his memory.

Behind him, standing on the second floor of the house in the morning mist, a white figure stood quietly behind the window, his black eyes staring at the back that was fading away for a moment.

It wasn't until the figure of the silver-haired man was no longer visible that Tsurumi Akimi put down the curtains again, and turned back expressionlessly, opened the door and walked out of the room.

On the side of the low table in the living room facing her door, a piece of paper was pressed under the teacup. The handwriting on it was a kind of scribbled after being deliberately corrected. Tsurumi Akimi could almost imagine how it became at this time. The serious silver-haired man frowns and struggles when he finds his scribbled handwriting.

In fact, she wasn't worried about whether the silver-haired man would succeed in finding a job. After tossing and turning all night, all she could do was watch him leave without letting him know.

Because he knew that he would find a "very good" job, and then stumbled into the unscrupulous conspiracy of the full-time producer of Gintama's first god to bomb Edo, and then his memory was awakened, and he turned back to That curly-haired man who was judged as a fool by everyone—even so, the person who said so was still willing to stay by his side.

This is the charm that belongs to Sakata Gintoki, and this charm even penetrates into the hearts of every outsider audience, and she is just one of them.

But how fortunate, she is now where her heart is, and what she sees and breathes every day is at a distance from that person who may be able to meet when she turns around. What is there to be dissatisfied with?

Should be enough, right?

The corners of her mouth couldn't help but curl up, Tsurumi Akimi gently stroked the words on the note, the look in her eyes was tender and affectionate that she didn't even know.

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On the other hand, under her "treatment" over the past few days, the symptoms of Hojo Water Lily's "crazy talk" have improved a lot, and the worry on Hojo Butler's face has also eased a lot.

Seeing this, Miss Shui Lian began to speculate sincerely again that Dr. Tsurumi suggested to her housekeeper to let her go out for a walk. The nominal reason was [I hope seeing different people and things may stimulate her brain] , but the real reason is that this young lady of the new century who has never left the house for the first time is about to be tormented by this boudoir-like life... Tsurumi Akimi deeply feels that since this fellow came, she The originally upright, positive and convincing character has unconsciously embarked on a road of no return =_=

What's even more dumbfounding is that no matter what she said to the butler, the other party did not doubt that he nodded in agreement, which made the black-haired doctor thoroughly see the golden signboard composed of the two words [Tsurumi] the amount contained.

Then, like Miss Water Lily who was out of a cage, she dragged Tsurumi Akimi for a few laps in Edo City, almost exhausting the black-haired doctor into a dog.

After doing this several times, the black-haired doctor's legs became weak when she thought of the Hojo water lily, and she made up her mind that she would never give up her life to accompany the snake spirit again!

So this time, after accompanying Ms. Snake Essence out of the gate of the Hojo mansion with the golden signboard [Tsurumi Doctor], Tsurumi Akimi didn't want to run around with her anymore. His complexion was indeed not good, so he reluctantly let her go.

The two agreed on a time to meet when they returned home, and Tsurumi Akimi dragged his still sore feet slowly towards her house.

After getting along several times, she found that Hojo Water Lily looks very pure and optimistic