[Comprehensive] Teacher Songyang is always committing suicide

The funeral of Shinsuke Takasugi was held on a muddy and rainy day.

According to his own requirements, he didn't even have a simple coffin.The broken mat was wrapped and covered with a white cloth, and a little food and his pipe were placed beside the pillow.Takasugi said that the essence of a real samurai should be this kind of cruel and beautiful existence.

——Bring the rice balls, the one who comes back will be Glory, or his corpse.

I originally planned to carry it around intentionally and then throw it into the fire, but the members of the ghost soldiers and the admirers of Takasugi Shinsuke continued to come to mourn, and the burial was delayed.

Takasugi sat by the window with his chin propped up, looking at his own body—mostly at his pipe.If it wasn't for the whole show, he'd really like to steal his precious pipe back before the cremation.

He hadn't had a long recuperation, but at least he was able to move about.According to the plan, he and those who knew about it all changed into disguises and falsely used the names of dead people, and the Ghost Soldier will also turn to underground activities in an all-round way from now on.

He glanced at the crowd downstairs again, they were all mobs who had received the news, they didn't see the person he wanted to recruit, so he turned his eyes away.Takeshi Bianheita scanned the crowd with a small telescope, it is said that he wanted to see if there were any adolescent girls who came to mourn the governor.

Looking around, Uncle Maoyan suddenly called Gao Shan: "My lord, do you know this boy?"

The strategist's eyes are very sharp, and he often finds places that Takasugi can't notice.Takasugi picked up the binoculars, and found the boy with black hair and black eyes among a large group of dark-eyed boys with some difficulty.

No wonder he was hard to find.Most of the people who would have come to pay homage to the governor because of his name were young men with full-blooded vigor.The boy looked fifteen or sixteen years old, with a very ordinary face, and he didn't have a knife. Once he was bumped into by the crowd, he would be immediately ignored.Takasugi adjusted the multiplier, looked carefully at the boy's face, and understood why Takeshi Bianheita noticed him.

Compared with those teenagers who were filled with righteous indignation and even cried bitterly, his expression looked too dull, revealing a sense of vicissitudes that did not match his age at all.But the eyes are truly sad, and inexplicably gentle, staring at the corpse under the white cloth for a long time.

It's an old acquaintance, and should have a close relationship with him.

Takasugi racked his brains and couldn't remember when he had seen him.

"I'll go meet him."

Gao Shan reconfirmed that there was no flaw in his disguise, so he put on his coat lightly, got up and went downstairs.

Wan Qi glanced at him, and the warriors who accompanied him hurriedly grabbed their knives, protecting him from left to right and entering the crowd, trying to prevent others from touching his wounded body.

The boy was originally standing under the eaves to shelter from the rain, but the crowd was moving in disorder, and he was accidentally knocked out of the eaves.He didn't move, didn't say anything, his hair was drenched, he just stood there staring at Gao Shan's body in a daze.

Takasugi took the umbrella from the guard and covered it over the opponent's head.

"Go down to the eaves," he said.

The young man froze for a moment, nodded, thanked him, and stood under the eaves.His gentle appearance when he said thank you, and the little movement of brushing his wet hair, always made Takasugi feel very familiar, but he couldn't remember where he saw it.

"Come to Mr. Takasugi's funeral too?"

"……Yes."

"I am Taro Shukube. What is your name?"

"Yoshida..."

"Yoshida?"

Takasugi waited patiently for him to continue, but the other party fell silent.From the very beginning, the boy has been awake and in a trance from time to time, not sure if he is suffering from some kind of illness.

"Thank you."

Thank you again, probably forgot to thank you just now.

The boy's distraught look somehow reminded the man of himself who had just lost Songyang.

"Come in."

Pushing the boy's shoulder, the Governor, who decided to be gentle with his fanboy, took him to the upstairs room.Ignoring the surprised expressions of the guards, Takasugi pointed to the door of the room, which meant to clear the room, and closed the door for him by the way.

The man ignored the secret doctor's instructions, warmed some warm wine, and filled the cups for the boy and himself.On a muddy and rainy day, downstairs was his own funeral, with knife wounds on his body accompanied by painful memories. On such a wonderful occasion, it was rare for him to want to sit down and chat with a strange boy.

The black-haired boy drank the warm wine and began to stare at the rain outside the window in a daze.Gao Shan was a little helpless, pulled out the bitten cup from the other party's mouth, put it on the table and poured the wine again, and then a sense of familiarity came to his heart.

Sure enough, someone I've seen before.It's just that this face is indeed unfamiliar.

"Takasugi Shinsuke is very important to you?"

The boy nodded with difficulty.

"Yes."

"It must be a deep friendship."

Takasugi is persuasive and persuasive, with words in his words.

"When I met Mr. Takasugi, he was still a child. We grew up together as a child."

The boy gave him a slightly surprised look, as if he was saying, "When did you grow up with him?"This glance was keenly captured by Takasugi.

The man frowned slightly.Great, narrowed down to before going to war.Could it be the children from the same village back then?

The boy didn't speak much, so Gao Shan casually boasted a few words about himself.He noticed that every time his name was mentioned, the pain in the boy's eyes would double, and in the end, it was as if his whole body was going to be crushed by the pain, and his back curled up slightly.

I have already recalled all the faces in Matsumoto Village, but I still can't remember them.

Can't remember.Gao Shan put down his wine glass, stood up and took two steps on his knees, and wrapped the boy who felt inexplicably familiar into his arms.

He knew very well that the boy was on the verge of collapse.

I used to hold Songyang's head and walked aimlessly for several kilometers on the mountain road, and I am familiar with this state.When just lost, sanity becomes a tight string.Every memory, every reality that confirms that the person is dead, will slowly tighten this thin rope.

Once pulled off, the person is completely destroyed.

He is well aware of this.No one was there for him then, and he didn't want to.Day and night, he anesthetized himself with the obsession of revenge, soothed the tight string, and told himself over and over again to live.The pain in this is very unimaginable.

"Just the consolation of a stranger."

Sensing the boy's puzzled struggle, the man lazily caged him, as if he didn't care, "After all, for me, I also just lost an important friend."

The black-haired boy paused for a moment, then slowly turned around and hugged him.Takasugi almost laughed out loud, he is really a soft-eared and gentle guy, he believed it casually.

Caged into the arms is the smell of rain, and a more familiar breath.Takasugi held back his indifferent smile, and stroked the hand on the opponent's back along the spine.The body that fits under the palm is not the developing back of a teenager, but the flexible waist of an adult male. Under the thin clothes, no scars are felt.

His palm crossed the butterfly bone and touched the back of the stranger's neck naturally, like an older man pinching a child's neck affectionately and comfortingly.In fact, he was looking for the joint of the hair cover.

It was Yi Rong, he should have thought of it earlier.

Who will disguise himself to attend his funeral?He did not perceive any danger from the other party, but his disguise technique was so superb, obviously he was trained, or came from a ninja organization——

"I... did a lot of things wrong, and I'm sorry Jinzhu."

The boy's soft confiding voice temporarily interrupted the man's thoughts.

The body under the palm is tense and trembling.

"—I want to come and see him one last time."

The increasingly intense sense of familiarity, mixed with the despair in the tone, made the Governor, who was always clear-headed, not pay attention to follow the rhythm of the other party.He asked, "Where are you going?"

The boy gave a low laugh and said bitterly, "I don't know..."

The rain outside the window was getting heavier and heavier, and the sky was completely overcast, which was a precursor to a storm.The two strangers hugged each other wonderfully for a long time, like travelers warming each other in the snow.For Takasugi, it was the first time for a stranger to be so close.

But he subconsciously didn't want to let go of the other party.

Too familiar and too warm.That breath reminded him of a person irresistibly.

The man had leaned over and hugged him in the same way.It seemed that he was sulking in the fight with Yinshi and the others, and was suddenly carried off the ground by the teacher.Although he was joking, his movements were gentle and cherishing, with the special care for children, making him feel like something fragile.

The wind carrying the rain blew open the window, the boy got up from his arms and went to close the window.When he got up, the man retracted his arm like a conditioned reflex, causing him to almost fall back into his arms.

"Thank you."

Thank you for the third time today, the boy with an unfamiliar face closed the window, said goodbye to him, left the room and went downstairs.

Through the window, Gao Shan saw that he still didn't open an umbrella, his black hair was sticking wetly to his face, and he still had that distraught look.

The boy disappeared into the crowd.