[Comprehensive] Teacher Songyang is always committing suicide

"... Teacher, I recognized you at a glance."

The boy raised his hand and took off the paper mask on the visitor's face. Below the mask were the familiar crescent-like eyes.The tenderness of the whole world is gathered in these eyes, no violent samurai or unreasonable ruffian can get angry under the gaze of these eyes.

"Are you used to living at Miss Dianzi's house?"

Smiling, Songyang slipped in with the quilt in his arms, and gently closed the door of the inner room, hiding the coldness and loveliness outside.The time was the day after he was taken away from Gaoshan's house by Song Yang. He didn't sleep well last night, and he was groggy with dark circles under his eyes the next morning. Miss Dianzi found out.

The man bent down, touched the wound on the corner of Takasugi's eye, felt a little distressed, and whispered, "Why is it not good?"

The young Gaoshan followed his fingertips and touched the corners of his eyes: "It's almost over, I also took the medicine myself..."

Song Yang spread out his quilt, patted the pillow soft, and said softly: "Is this the first time sleeping outside at home? Do you usually recognize the bed?"

Takasugi shook his head and nodded, and then shook his head after nodding, as if he was at a loss.Songyang looked at him and smiled again, pulled the young man onto the bed, and said: "I sneaked here tonight, and I have to go back to the private school at dawn tomorrow, or there will be trouble again at midnight. What's the matter, go to bed .”

The boy ordered and moved one by one, obediently lay down on the bed, watched the man spread out his bedding, and lay at arm's length from him with his clothes on.Before extinguishing the candle in the cage, he asked him if he was afraid of the dark, and he gently blew out the lamp after receiving a negative reply.

In the dark night, the smell of saponin on the other party's kimono wafted away, which was no different from the smell when sitting next to him and reading a book.

"Jin Zhu."

"……Uh-huh?"

"Just took you away without saying anything... Do you feel homesick now? Or, do you regret it?"

Takasugi buried half of his head in the quilt.He was only 11 years old after all, and he grew up in that kind of high-pressure environment, so he resolutely left the family like this, saying that it was impossible for him not to panic at all.Occasionally, he also secretly admired Gui, who lived alone after his grandmother passed away. When it was his turn, the young master only felt that his eyes were smeared, and he didn't even know how to get a source of income.

But just don't want to go back.don't want to go back.I don't even want to go back.

Especially after being led by Songyang, walking through the hillside covered with wild flowers and seeing the stars all over the sky.

"I don't want to go back." He whispered.

"Ok?"

"The teacher will be my family."

The latter sentence became as thin as a mosquito, but Songyang still heard it.

"This is..."

Song Yang lay on the pillow and muttered, the boy's heart was beating wildly.

"I don't seem to have a home all the time, so I don't know what my family is going to do."

"..." It means being with you for the rest of your life.

"But if you stay with Jinzhu all the time, you can still do it."

The other party frowned, and asked him again: "Is it okay?"

The boy nodded silently.That's rare, he's rarely been so candid.

Songyang put his hands on his hair and stroked it lightly and slowly.The voice is also soft and slow.

"It's time to sleep. Don't think about anything, just sleep peacefully."

"When you fall asleep, the teacher will also be here?"

"Will be there."

"And when you wake up?"

Songyang thought for a while, "Probably in a private school?" Because Yinshi would look for people everywhere with a 40-meter sword.

The boy got angry, "I want to be here even if I wake up."

"Okay."

The other party laughed, leaned over, and pressed his forehead gently against his.

This is Songyang's habitual action for younger children.When a child deliberately hugs him to play tricks, Songyang will always be like this, very helplessly and very intimately sticking to his forehead, expressing that there is really nothing he can do about him.

"I really want to sleep."

teacher.

His vision, his ambition, his future.

After these, it became his destination again.

——If a person can have such a weight in life, it is no exaggeration to say that he is his own world.

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"Take off the mask."

The man repeated it again.

The sounds of fighting and explosions can be heard endlessly, and the outer layer is full of blood splashes and screams; inside the headquarters, the distance around Songyang and Gaoshan is a strange and quiet atmosphere.

The Narakus have never seen anyone who can persecute their leader to this extent. Generally speaking, anyone who dares to hold the leader's knife against him should have been cut in half long ago.Is there really any gossip?If it's about the leader, you really have to listen to it even if you die.

Seeing that Songyang refused to move, Gao Shan's eyes sharpened, and his other hand was about to grab the mask on his face.Songyang hurriedly raised his left hand to block it, but the man's hand changed its course and slammed into his left shoulder fiercely.

"Is there an old injury here?" Looking at the other party's pained face for a moment, Gao Shan's thin lips showed a sneer, "It really hurts that much?"

Wu Jian was about to come up to stop him, but was dragged back by the pursuers behind him, and had no choice but to turn around to meet him.Songyang's knife was held in the man's hand, and the wound on his shoulder was also locked tightly. The stone really made him feel so painful that he felt like he lost all strength in an instant, and stared blankly at the cold-faced man.

(Hey. It doesn't look like it.)

The voice he feared the most appeared at the moment he feared the most.

(...No, not now...not now!)

The hand holding the knife slowly loosened, reaching towards the crow mask on his own face.

The mask was easily taken off and thrown aside.

The hard mask hit the wall and fell to the ground, making a series of crisp sounds.

Then Songyang saw the man in front of him who had been planning a plan since he appeared with his empty eyes, showing the most fragile appearance that can appear on a human face.

"Have you not seen enough?"

With a gentle smile on Xu's face, he withdrew his ninja knife from his hand, followed the place where the gravel was embedded in the left shoulder, separated from the shoulder blade, and finally cut off the entire left arm.The discarded arm fell to the ground, and began to burst from the position where the stone was embedded, and finally turned into a pile of dust.

The man froze there, his lips opened and closed silently, only two words came and went.

teacher.teacher.teacher.teacher.teacher.

His whole belief, his whole world.

All obsessions are placed on one person.The moment of collapse is simply the fall of heaven and earth.

"I'm here, Jinsuke."

Skillfully bending his eyebrows, he revealed a smile that was no different from Songyang's.He held the ninja knife backwards, and stabbed it into the man's unsuspecting abdomen.

"Unworthy people, break my heart."

(Virtual——!!!!!!)

When Xu was doing all this, Songyang hadn't even had time to return to that unformed space.He could clearly feel the temperature of Takasugi's blood splashed on his face, he could feel the resistance of the knife pushed into the body, he could see Takasugi's completely empty green eyes, but he couldn't control his body.

(Stop——!! Stop!! Stop ahhhhh!!!)

Too cruel.

He was so painful that he trembled all over.

"teacher……?"

The Ninja Knife was half submerged, the man seemed to wake up from a dream, blinked his green eyes, stretched out his bloody hand, and held Xu's knife handle.

"...Are you... angry...?"

This question is very light, very docile, and even a little pitiful.His eyes were unprecedentedly weak, as if he had been abandoned, looking at him carefully and flickeringly.

"Are you angry, teacher?"

"Yes."

There is no smile in this statement.The ninja knife pulled to the side, bringing out a lot of blood.

Oboro looked away.

Xu Xu retracted the knife, shook it as if disgusted, shook off the blood foam on it, and put it back into the scabbard.

"Let's go." Expressionlessly motioned to the onlookers, Xu went straight over the man's limp body and rushed towards the gap in the encirclement.

Gao Shan sat wearily by the wall, in his own puddle of blood.He wasn't quite lucid, and the last sliver of reason reminded him that something was wrong, but he really didn't have the energy to think about it anymore.

His subordinates rushed up and surrounded him to protect him.Someone tore off his clothes and was barely bandaging him.But the wound was too big, the clothes were torn one after another, and the bleeding couldn't stop.

He looked over the crowd, over Amaterasu Temple Naraku, and saw the clear night sky.The starlight all over the sky sprinkled in his eyes, as if very gentle, and fainted into a phantom.