[Comprehensive] Teacher Songyang is always committing suicide

"The Shufang family is very respected among [insect masters]. Our family's library contains the oldest and most complete records of insects in the world, which can be provided to past insect masters."

Songyang nodded seriously while listening, but actually he was a little absent-minded.He always glanced at the face of Yin Gu who was sitting on the other side.The man has been silent since he came in. Granny Yu brought tea to Songyang, and then began to explain something in a slow tone, which made him feel a little confused.

"Grandma Yu."

The girl on crutches stood helplessly at the door. "You're here again. People want to talk, why are you talking about family history?"

"Ah, I'm sorry. Probably because I couldn't see Yin Gu's dead fish eye, I got a little carried away."

Granny Yu showed a mysterious smile on her vicissitudes face.She got up slowly, walked to the door, turned around and smiled at Songyang, and then closed the door understandingly.

Only him and the insect master were left in the silent room.Songyang suspected that the other party might hear the humming of his own brain spinning rapidly.

No matter what, Songyang couldn't freely start the topic in front of this man, Songyang held the teacup in some embarrassment: "Well——"

"Ah."

"……Um?"

Gingo couldn't help laughing again.Confirming the fact that he couldn't advance the situation unless he took the initiative, the man put the hand holding the cigarette on the table.

"Why do you think of coming back to me? In your current memory, this world should no longer exist."

"Is Mr. Yin Gu really an insider?" Songyang heaved a sigh of relief, but was also a little anxious, "Excuse me, how did I lose my memory?"

"There are all kinds of 'bugs' in this world - non-animal and non-plant existences born in the veins of dragons. When you were traveling with me, you accidentally encountered a bug that can swallow memories."

Song Yang nodded and looked at the other party's hand holding the cigarette.The man's hand is a little pale, but it has a kind of good-looking bones, which makes people imagine that this hand is picking among various medicine jars.In addition, there is a gentle heat, and a slightly rough touch when rubbing your fingertips.

...so that's kind of weird.He obviously doesn't have any memory about this man in his mind, but his physical sensations all tell him that Master Bug definitely has a lot to do with him.

But Yin Gu looked more calm and reserved than he felt.If they are very close friends, they should be more enthusiastic... Is it because the other party is originally a alienated person?

"Are there still insects that selectively eat memories? Some memories have almost recovered, but Mr. Yingu still..."

The cigarette in his hand moved undetectably, and Gingo changed the topic.

"Have you found your students yet?"

"Yes."

When Songyang talked about his students, his eyebrows and eyes could not help but curl up, and his whole person softened.

"Sure enough, I told Mr. Gingo about the students."

The tea turned from hot to warm, then from warm to cold, and was gently taken away by the man opposite and poured into the tea tray, and the hot water was refilled.During this period, Songyang has been happily narrating the reunion with the students, saying how they were when they were young, and how they were when they grew up. Strictly speaking, Songyang could still feel that the other party was watching him, and he didn't look away from the beginning to the end.

"—Compared to the last time we met, you look much happier."

the man said softly.His voice sounded very content, but also like a quiet sigh.

Song Yang stopped talking in embarrassment, "I'm sorry, I've been talking about myself—"

"It's ok."

"What was it like when I was by Mr. Gingo's side?"

At that time, I still remembered the students, and I couldn't go back, so I probably felt very anxious.

Gingo put the cigarette back into his mouth, crossed his arms and thought for a while.

"How should I put it... From the first meeting, there was a feeling that I couldn't let it go. My heart didn't seem to be as easy-going as it seemed on the surface. When I looked at me, it seemed that I was constantly telling 'what should I do' look."

"This, is it so shaken..."

"Well. At that time, I sent you back once, but when you came back, you looked even more pitiful. Your eyes became red, and you ran around behind every day, only when you were touched. It will be a little more reassuring.”

Songyang covered his lips and coughed twice.I always feel that the other party is describing some small animal...

"I'm really grateful for Mr. Gingo's care. Thinking about it this way, Mr. Gingo is my benefactor—"

--wrong.

It was so painful to the point of being bewildered, the relationship should be deeper, and something extremely tragic must have happened afterwards.

"Although I can't remember what happened to Mr. Yin Gu, when I first heard Mr. Yin Gu's name, I felt very painful in my heart. Mr. Yin Gu, what happened afterwards? Or, what happened to you... ?”

The man holds a cigarette in his hand.The bandages wrapped around his eyes made Songyang unable to see his expression clearly, but the corners of the other's raised lips were obviously flattened.

"Painful?" He asked softly as if mocking himself, but also sadly.

"I'm Mr. Gingo's... friend?"

He thought for a long time, "Yes."

Song Yang looked at him suspiciously and shook his head slightly.

Yin Gu had no choice but to raise the level: "A very good friend."

"It feels like—"

"We were lovers."

As if being chased by something, the man made a final decision.

"Hmm... Later I cheated. So it seems that I left a bad memory for you."

……lie.How can anyone say cheating so frankly.

"Why, won't you refute it if you say you are a lover?"

Gingo softened his tone and laughed again.

"It's... not surprising. Mr. Yin Gu is such a gentle person, at that time more or less—"

"How much?"

"—I'll be tempted."

If there is no bandage, the man must have a slightly wide-eyed expression at this time.

"It's amazing. Now even the occasional little tiring is much better."

Songyang picked up the teacup and took another sip.

"...doesn't have that attribute."

When all the hidden things were spread out on the table, the tension of getting along with Yin Gu disappeared, leaving only the white and light comfort like warm water.For some reason, the topic of lovers did not continue, Yin Gu just slowly told him his memory in this world, the traces he left, and the matter of cotton spores.

The first afterglow of the sunset glows into the room.

"I'm sorry, I may have to go back and cook for the children in the private school..."

Songyang supported the table and slowly sat up on his knees.After saying this, they stared at each other for a moment in the suddenly quiet atmosphere.

"Yeah." The man nodded, "I'll see you off."

Song Yang didn't know what to say, so he nodded indiscriminately.He stood up and opened the door, said hello to Granny Yu and the others, and wanted to turn around and tell Yin Gu that he would send Mianyan No. [-] back next time.

The white-haired worm master who had already walked behind him seemed to want to hold him back for a moment.The outstretched hand abruptly turned in one direction, and slammed on the opened door panel with a "bang".When approaching, Songyang felt an inexplicable attraction on the other party, but the other party quickly backed away.

"Accidentally tripped over."

Ginkgo said calmly.

It is said to be sent back, but in fact the entrance of the dragon vein is not far from the Shufang's house, but it is just to walk under those flowers and trees again.The two of them reached the entrance in silence almost the whole time, Songyang looked up at him, the man was smoking, but still did not speak.

"Then..." Song Yang was about to speak.

"I will come here again in March next year."

The clusters of flowers on the tree were carried by the wind and fell on the shoulders of the two.The entrance of the dragon veins shimmered at their feet, Song Yang said softly, "Next year?"

"... Not necessarily. It is estimated that in half a year——"

Looking at him with pale green eyes, "Half a year?"

The man showed a very rare look of embarrassment.He scratched his white hair that was blown by the wind, and closed his eyes: "In two months, the bugs I attracted here should be gone, and there should be no problem."

I want to invite him to my own world, but I'm not sure if the other party is willing.Song Yang pursed the corners of his lips, but still didn't say anything in the end, looked at the white-haired bug master and nodded slightly.

Fortunately, he memorized the direction of the tributaries along the way, and Songyang didn't waste too much time on the lost road. When he returned to the private school, the last twilight of the sunset just disappeared.Most of the children in the private school live in Kabukicho, and almost no one stays overnight, but it is very lively for everyone to have dinner at the private school. When they saw Song Yang coming back, they were so hungry that they threw themselves on him.

"alright."

Touching the children's foreheads in a good mood, Songyang still tied up his sleeves and tied his long hair, and went to make dinner for them.

About half a month later, Takasugi returned to Edo with Watanhiko No. [-].

Like the other cotton spores, Mianyan No. [-] was beginning to show signs of weakness, but he was still in good spirits.Songyang hugged the child, feeling a little heavier, and said with a smile: "Jin Zhu fed you enough."

"Jin Zhu took me to play, and I told him a lot about Songyang." Mianyan No. [-] put his arms around his neck, "Mianyan doesn't want to go home, he wants to play here."

"If you don't go back, you will get sick." Songyang coaxed him, then looked at the door of the private school, "What about others?"

"do not know."

It was almost late at night, Songyang extinguished the candles in the private school, and walked around the corridor to check whether the doors and windows were closed tightly.There was a little drizzle at night, and it was a bit cold. He thought about going back and adding a small quilt to Mianyan No. [-] in a while.

When turning to the courtyard full of cherry blossom trees behind the private school, Leng suddenly saw a dark figure behind the woods, which shocked Songyang.

"...Jinsuke?"

It was indeed Jinsuke.The one-eyed man was standing in the drizzle wearing a bamboo hat, not holding a lamp, not speaking or moving, just standing there quietly.

The slanted drizzle in the wind drenched the hem of Takasugi's kimono.Because of standing for too long, the cloth was completely soaked, and it was coldly wrapped around his legs.

He watched Songyang in a coat appearing in the corridor, with a warm lamp wrapped in his arms, calling his name softly.He looked at the other party with a gentle expression of concern, went down the corridor, put on clogs, and walked towards him in the drizzle.

Warm-colored lanterns envelop the dark rainy night.

——He watched the narrow opening of the abyss, dimly lit next to Songyang's clogs.