Changfeng Forced Landing Speed

(Gintama) Changfeng Forced Landing Speed

Author: stay in the rectum

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Gintama fan, male lead Takasugi

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Please feel free to jump into the pit, the author please try to read it at the same table, this article is not poisonous!

This article is very different from the author's other articles.

In particular, this is the article "The Speed ​​of Changfeng Forced Landing" published two years ago

This article might be a bit strange, right?But it's really not poisonous.

There are many secrets hidden in the mansion of the Aozora family.

Even if the spring breeze blows the cherry blossoms in the yard and the sun shines on the window sill of her attic, my young lady still stands there smiling silently.At the beginning of the night, she was already sitting at a grand banquet, seemingly inadvertently speaking innocuous and obscene words to the upper-class people who loved her.Only I know that she keeps everything secret.

The eldest lady of the Qingkong family is not just a peerless beauty that men are chasing after, or a courtesan who deals with political and business celebrities, she is also a well-known painter and the head of Qingkong's famous family known for painting.As a fast star, I acted as a housekeeper in the Aozora family so that she could carry out interstellar communication.

But my real active time is in the middle of the night after the feast, with the nocturnal rogues.

The people who came to Qing Kong's house to participate in the banquet only knew that I was a decent butler, but they didn't know that after seeing them off, I sent documents after night to the place where wanted criminals were hidden, just like they didn't know how to show a perfect smile in front of a wine glass Where is Miss Qingkong Shen Kong looking at?

In Qingkong Shenkong's heart, Takasugi Shinsuke is a character in the history books, a junior, the hope to drive away the heaven and man, and a lover.

But she is used to being patient and keeping her mouth shut. She keeps secrets and hides this moth-like expectation.

Looking up at the moon at night in Edo, you must also encounter a gust of wind blowing straight into the deeper darkness.

And at that time, she would think of the night rabbit's moon that she had been away from, and then she asked herself.

——If you have a time machine, can you forget the time?

Content Tags: Gintama, Inspirational Life, Teenage Comics

Search keywords: Protagonist: Qing Kong Shen Kong, Takasugi Shinsuke┃Supporting role: Sakata Gintoki, Xi Chunyu┃Others: The author doesn't intend to write a tragic ending

[-]. The probability that things are still as they were first seen is a slim [-]-[-]

do you know?If someone in this world has foreseen your future, he will let you go on as he sees.

Xi Chunyu was carrying a tray upstairs, he shrank from thinking that there would be no seafood in today's dinner.After sighing again, the fast starman stopped firmly in front of his lady's studio, the small window at the end of the aisle was open, and the breeze blowing in slightly restored his enthusiasm for life.

This is a fast star who is about to leave the age of four heads. He has dark skin and a tall stature. He used to work in a circus and he still has a Mediterranean hair style. The grass green fluffy curly hair and his black shiny bald head look funny and beautiful. Spirit.Like all fast star people, she has a persistent preference for wind, and Xi Chunyu, who is now working as a housekeeper, is most passionate about running errands for the lady.

Looking at the stopped electric fan on the white wall at the top of the corridor, Xi Chunyu secretly spat on the pig-headed woman who had been in his lady's studio all afternoon. Things, but it’s nothing, Xi Chunyu just hopes that the idiot who made up the ridiculous lie that blowing the fan will cause a stroke will go back to his home early and blow the air conditioner until he has a hot cold.

He straightened the cuffs and collar of his tuxedo, and was proud of his decent attire.Just now, in front of the pendulum clock near the stairs, he saw a fast star with a dignified appearance through the glass protecting the golden pendulum. He bet that there is no other fast star in the world who can have such a decent job like him , all thanks to his clever mind.Yes, bright minds, for a fast star smart enough to toil all day chasing the wind - phew, stupid as hell.He knows that his lady needs him, and he can always help his lady in a proper way, so he can simply have what other fast stars can't enjoy in a lifetime-such as taking a slow walk, or taking a walk from the deep sea. tasty.

"As long as you have wealth, the wind will always fill every corner of your existence. Even if you are a family who must chase the wind, as long as you have the right in your hand, even if it is a rare fish that can't be eaten by fishermen who can dive into the sea, I have the ability Serve it to the table." The Fast Star liked what his lady told him.

Quick Star cleared his throat, he had already put on a smile that he thought was the most appropriate, and knocked lightly on his lady's door.

"Miss, I have brought afternoon tea."

"Please come in."

Through the rococo-style door with a dull color, the lady's voice sounded smoothly.The arrangement of shells, gravels and gold-edged decorations on the beige irregularly shaped facade made Xi Chunyu a little dizzy. He really didn't like those mysterious arts, but there was no way, he and his young lady had to rely on this It's an incomprehensible thing to eat, but fortunately his young lady understands this very well, and everyone in Edo knows this.

He pushed open the door, and a gust of wind bells rang at the same time. The sound of shells colliding with each other, under the influence of the golden-red light of the setting sun, gave him an inexplicable vigilance.The lady of his family is sitting on the black high stool supported by three slender iron frames with different degrees of distortion in her usual paintings. She is wearing a loose white woolen sweater that she does not usually wear, and only a pair of lower body. Black stockings, this old-fashioned French dress makes her legs look natural and beautiful.To paraphrase those useless poets, his lady is as quiet as an elegant grand piano. This does not mean weight, but the stable temperament that is enough to convince men.The young lady of his family was sitting upright. She didn't wear shoes, and her neat little toes could be distinguished from the lines outlined by the black cotton socks.

Xi Chunyu walked towards today's visitor with a silver tray. The daughter of the shogunate official who was rumored to have a special habit was not pleasing to her face. Hot and dyed.He's always been proud of his curly hair, even though they can't grow too long no matter how they grow.

The woman's exposed body was coiled on a pink European-style sofa with interesting lines in the same rococo style. Her blond curly hair was probably played by his lady, and against her white and plump body, she exuded obvious femininity and provocation.The background cloth chosen by the lady is dark. At this time, the floor-to-ceiling windows of the studio are wide open, and the refreshing evening breeze and the blood-stained setting sun pour directly into the normally dark studio.The young lady occasionally looked up at the statue-like woman on the sofa. The young lady looked very focused, while the official's daughter, who seemed to be quite old, always kept a teasing look in her eyes, staring unscrupulously at the woman wearing a crooked dress. The lady in the beret.Standing by the side was a handsome manservant with a very reserved attitude.

His lady's studio is always so quiet, everyone keeps a statue-like silence, of course not everyone just out of respect for art.

The housekeeper, Xi Chunyu, walked over and put the tea set on the low shell table next to the sofa in a ceremonial manner. With his lower body, he made tea in a dark porcelain cup, then clamped the tray on his forearm and retreated. Go to the manservant brought by the officer's daughter.

"Has Qingkong ever thought about painting a self-portrait?" The woman on the sofa asked abruptly. She was wearing very bright lip gloss and her smile was very immodest.

"About this." The painter turned to look for the paint, and the words paused for a while, but there was no delay in the girlish voice that seemed to be smiling.It was not until she put everything on hand that the artist faced her guest directly, subduedly retracted her brows and eyes that were in high spirits while painting, and replied seriously: "Up to now, I still don't have the confidence to make satisfactory works. If If you look forward to seeing me, I will do my best."

"Ah, ah, Qing Kong, you are really serious."

The female voice with laughter spread in the room, the sudden gust of wind stirred the unclosed white gauze curtains, and the inner thick goose-yellow blackout curtains tilted slightly, and the voice of the painter girl also sounded together with the sound of shell wind chimes.

"Huh? No one has ever said that before. I thought everyone liked to call me 'Lilac Carnation' to compliment me. There are still many kids who call me 'Miss Wenxinlan' with a smile. Now it seems that I am almost I thought it was ironic. It’s great that Ms. Takeuchi can be so casual. Who doesn’t know that Mr. Takeuchi loves his only daughter the most. You can be alone, and this kind of unrestrained ease makes me want to get close to you more and more. You might have this idea unconsciously."

The painter's voice is very young, and the tone of the tone is calm and neat, but it gives people a sense of maturity, but the voice is still too thin, like the ice and snow have just melted, and there is a glutinous vibrato at the end of the words.The artist smiled and whispered softly. The hair hanging from her temples made her face slim and elegant. The two locks of black hair that just covered her ears were cut evenly. Like a curtain of light.

The golden light on the red carpet is like a swaying pool of water, which is quickly dispelled by the approaching clouds amidst the sound of long-lasting autumn insects.

The woman laughed wantonly again, she looked at the painter's right hand holding the paintbrush and said with a smile: "It would be an honor if Qingkong likes me. Speaking of which, Qingkong has a younger brother, right? I heard that he is also a painter, Let me think about it, when studying in a foreign country, everyone praises him for his appearance.