cloudy day

"I like you, it has nothing to do with you, and you have no right to stop me. I just want an answer...an answer."

Yinshi's scarlet eyes widened slowly, Hijikata's serious and serious face was reflected in them, and he didn't know what to say for a while.

What to use to reject this person?

The love between teachers and students poses a challenge to ethics and morality?Or a fundamental taboo on sex?Or is it the age gap in status?

Sakata Gintoki himself knows best, these are not problems.

The real, deadliest problem is that - he, White Yaksha, has already lost the qualification for love.He wasn't sure whether his heart could still contain a person.This kind of uncertainty is the greatest disrespect for a person who really gives love.

But... this is also impossible.

Since that day a long time ago, the person in my heart was brutally snatched away by death, and a large piece of flesh and blood was forcibly torn away, and it has long been mutilated and scarred.Sakata Gintoki no longer has the strength to touch the heavy love.

There is another deadly reason - the ghost.The spirit of that gentle dead man is still entrenched in the gap in his heart, and Gintoki no longer has the courage and is unwilling to uproot him.It might be better to say that it is this undead who fills the gap, so that Yinshi will not die completely, and will not become a heartless walking dead.

Such a him... such a self cruising in the gap between life and death—he is really not qualified to touch love anymore.

Also really tired.

How to tell this young man in front of him who pretended to be indifferent, stubborn and hopeless but couldn't hide the specks of expectation in his pupils?

The only thing Sakata Gintoki could do... was silently look away, turned his head to the side, and said nothing.

The light in Hijikata's eyes went out little by little, and he tried to hide the disappointment in his tone, but it was obviously not very successful.

"I expected this to happen a long time ago, so you don't have to feel guilty too early."

Yinshi didn't need to turn his head to guess how firmly and hotly Hijikata was staring at him at this moment.He heard the words of this legally underage young man show a kind of tenacity and persistence of an adult, as well as a childish rascal.

Hijikata Shiro said: "I will pester you until you accept me."

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On the way back to his apartment, Sakata Gintoki's mind was always wandering.Hijikata's words, eyes, and expressions swirled back and forth in his mind, refusing to leave, it was really... torture.

Worse, however, is that just as one trouble is taking over your mind, another trouble pops up just in time.Sakata Gintoki felt that his life had never been so fulfilling, and troubles came one after another, which ran counter to his original plan to enjoy a comfortable life on the way to escape.

——Shenwei.

This Trouble dutifully performs all his duties as Trouble, and fully highlights the very definition of Trouble.

Looking at the smiling crimson-haired boy covered in blood (not his own) standing outside the door at this moment, Sakata Gintoki could only think of this one sarcasm.

"Good evening, Mr. Samurai, won't you invite me in?"

Sakata Gintoki just wanted to slam the door in his face.God knows how hard it took him to suppress this frenzied urge.

"Where should you go back, I don't have time to play with you." Before Yinshi's freshly washed hair had time to dry, water droplets slid down the hair to his neck, and then sank into the neckline of the bathrobe along a gentle arc.Shenwei Hailan's eyes followed this process, and the pupils were filled with unaware interest.

The corner of his mouth was curved just right, his eyebrows and eyes were presumptuous and fearless: "I helped you deal with the little bugs around, and your reward is that you won't even let me in?"

Sakata Gintoki was taken aback for a moment, subconsciously looking past Kamui's face into the deep night and the darkness of splashed ink, of course he saw nothing.

His eyes returned to this willful and cruel boy, as if he was examining whether the dark red blood stains on his clothes were consistent with his testimony.

In the end, Gintoki turned his body sideways to let Kamui enter the room, and then closed the door heavily.

Sitting on the sofa with arms crossed, Sakata Gintoki narrowed his scarlet eyes and looked at this enigmatic boy.

Even though he doesn't know much about his own experience and personality, he has a sensitive smell of the same kind.It's that kind of... the breath of dead spirits surrounding him.The smell of blood.

He didn't remember that there was such a young man with outstanding skills in the underworld forces in Japan, who suddenly appeared, a boy with unknown origin...

There is also his entanglement with Kagura, judging from Kagura's unusual expression, it must be something serious.

For various reasons, Sakata Gintoki is always wary of the existence of Kamui, but because of his too young age and that face similar to Kagura, Gintoki can't be completely ruthless towards him.Although he knew that this kind of tolerance was completely unnecessary, even an extremely ridiculous thing.

"What are you here for?"

"I have no place to live." Kamui sat down on the sofa without restraint, then looked around, a look of disgust appeared on his beautiful face. "I can only be wronged here for a while."

"I'm so sorry for wronging you. Do you think I will say that? Please don't wrong yourself and go somewhere else."

"Don't be in a hurry to chase people away. Mr. Samurai, don't you have anything to ask about the people who are hiding nearby and watching?"

"You don't need to ask me to know who did it." Sakata Gintoki's tone was still cold, but his eyes dimmed a little.

What Gao Shan wants to do, he has no idea, but he really doesn't bother to care about it.Although evasion can't change the reality, it can hide the bloody fact a little deeper, so that when new injuries are about to come, you don't have to be so embarrassing.

Harm... Sakata Gintoki himself was taken aback by subconsciously using this word.Is Takasugi's unreasonable behavior hurt him?

He never thought that now he would use such a weak word because of Takasugi.But he didn't intend to delve into it.

"Oh?" Kamui continued to smile, but people could smell the unfathomable taste from the unchanged smile.He changed the subject and asked briskly, "So, Mr. Samurai, do you have any rice at home?"

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Sakata Gintoki looked at the boy in front of him, who was eating a rice cooker and shaking his hair happily, trying to connect him with the murderous and brutal creature that was stained with the blood of the enemy not long ago, but the result was not so smooth.

I can only say——Is there a saying in China... The people depend on food, is it this guy? 【Big mistake】

Kamui's cheeks were bulging like a squirrel eating. While chewing, he handed the rice cooker that had already bottomed out to Yin, and said inarticulately: "One more bowl."

Sakata Gintoki really wanted to throw the rice cooker on his pretty face.

"Where is this a bowl? Your eyes are covered with rice? This is a big pot!! How many pots have you eaten!! Is your stomach a different-dimensional pocket? You still haven't eaten yet!! I'm at home The rice is gone, okay?!"

Shenwei wiped his mouth unhurriedly, then smiled and said, "Really? Then thank you for the hospitality. Remember to buy more rice for storage tomorrow."

"Save your sister, ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh) how much saving is enough for you to eat?"

Is the food appetite of the Yetu tribe directly proportional to the combat power——Sakata Gintoki couldn't help thinking dejectedly.