[Gintama] Where is the soft girl that was agreed?

I don't know how long it has been since he lost consciousness. When Sakata Gintoki gradually regained consciousness, what he smelled at the tip of his nose was the faint scent of flowers, followed by the soft touch of a pair of cold hands stroking his eyebrows and eyes.The rustling sound of cloth was lingering in his ears, he managed to open his eyes and saw the dim candlelight, and he knelt down in front of him, and put the towel that was taken off his head into the wooden basin again. A vague figure that got wet and put on it.

The drowsy consciousness made his vision a vast expanse of whiteness, and he couldn't see anything clearly, but he vaguely remembered that the girl had smooth, shiny black waist-length hair, and a pair of delicate and tender hands.

Definitely not the hand that can hold a sword.

What can I take?Oh, by the way, he can play the shamisen just like Takasugi.

Tsk, I wonder if Takasugi and the wig escaped?Putting the wig aside, if something happened to that dwarf... Firefly would probably clap her hands and throw a feast.

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The next day, Sakata Gintoki was woken up by the smell of the food. He was attacked and fought continuously. Even an iron man would have to fall, not to mention that Sakata Gintoki didn't think he was an iron man.The consequence of not having a full meal for several days is that the stomach is overwhelmed and uncomfortable. He sat up and pressed the samurai sword at hand, and the relieved boy stretched out his hand to grab his frizzy natural curly hair, and also made a lift. After this difficult movement, Sakata Gintoki realized how much he was tied up like a rice dumpling.

Sure enough, people tend to beautify the other party too much when they are confused. After reluctantly removing the extra bandages on his body, Sakata Gintoki stood up and moved his stiff joint arms, and fully realized that the girl who saved him had something to do with it. Many handicapped.

Looking up at the furnishings in the house, he saw gorgeous alcoves and delicate screens.There were strands of fragrant fragrance floating in the air, rubbing his nose, Sakata Gintoki felt that he was about to be choked by the smell and couldn't breathe. Although it was a place he had never been to, he somehow felt that the decoration looked familiar .

"Well, I see, ma'am." From the door came the girl's soft, silky voice.The sound of footsteps outside the door gradually faded away, followed by a light creaking sound, the wooden door was gently pushed open by a hand as white as snow, and the red flower clogs slowly stepped on the tatami mat, and the wooden door stepped on the tatami mat. It was an overly bright crimson Furisode kimono, and the girl who came in from the door was holding a reddish-brown carved tray with rich and delicious delicacies on it.

Sakata Gintoki's stomach growled again, forcing himself to look away from the tray in the opponent's hand, and the boy who looked at the girl's face blurted out: "Ghost ah ah ah!"

The girl who was called a "ghost" had her long hair neatly coiled up, her eyebrows painted black, her lips dark red, the corners of her eyes pale, and her pale complexion very much in line with the kind of lonely ghost that the boy evaluated.Sakata Gintoki was very worried that she would smear the white | powder on her face, which was so thick that no one could see her face, into the food plate.

Just as he was about to raise this point "tactfully", he heard the girl's gentle tone, she blinked slightly and pointed out calmly: "I saved you, isn't it impolite for Sakata-kun to say that?"

"Eh? Ah, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, no matter how many times I see it, I still can't get used to this geisha makeup..." Scratching his head, Sakata Gintoki quickly lowered his head to apologize, recalling the girl's words just now, the boy who noticed something wrong raised his head Nodding his head, he looked surprised, "You know me?"

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Even though it was a place that he had never been to before, Sakata Gintoki still found this place very familiar. After seeing the girl dressed as a geisha, he came to the conclusion that this was Hana Street.

When a man reaches a certain age, he will have the necessary psychological needs. In addition, leading troops to fight is a stressful thing. Sakata Gintoki is no stranger to Huajie.Although that short guy Takasugi is more popular than him... Damn it must be the fault of this natural curly hair!

Sakata Gintoki, who was thinking wildly, ate the dinner brought by the girl angrily.The sun was setting outside, and it was as magnificent as blood. He pretended to glance casually at her who was dressing up in front of the mirror. The girl had long black hair that was as beautiful as satin, and she gently enveloped her slender waist. , raising her hands, combing her hair, and twirling flowers, every movement is incredibly skillful and elegant. Compared with the rouge and beautiful flower street, she seems to be more suitable to appear in the beautiful and elegant boudoir of celebrities. makeup.

After finishing her makeup, the girl turned her head to look at him. She still had the willow leaf-like eyebrows, the pale crimson eye corners, and the exaggerated and heavy foundation and lipstick. It was vaguely seen that there was a beautiful and delicate face under the girl's heavy makeup.

"During the day, the guards of the Art Museum are very strict. Madam hired them to prevent us from hiding guests and escaping. However, when it is open at night, the guards are relatively loose. Sakata-kun should leave here at that time." Thin lips parted lightly, she Flattening his skirt, he stood up slowly, and said words that were both to help him and to drive him away.

"Ah, good." Sakata Gintoki paused in the movement of poking rice with chopsticks, and replied lazily.

Hid here for three full days for the wound, although the wound has not healed, but there is no major problem.It was also time for Sakata Gintoki to leave. He was still hesitating about how to speak before, but now he saved effort.

She nodded slightly, opened her mouth slightly, seemed to hesitate to speak, the young man showed doubts, waited for her to continue, she paused for a while, and then smiled slightly: "Then, goodbye, Sakata-kun."

He intuited that what the girl wanted to say just now was not what he said, and before he could figure out why, his thoughts stopped abruptly in the crisp voice of the girl when she lightly closed the paper door.

Because she was about to leave, there might not be any chance to meet her in the future. Before leaving, Sakata Gintoki subconsciously recalled things about her.

They are all fragmentary memories, but I don't know why they are impressive.

For example, he asked curiously how she knew him?And why do you want to save him?

"Everyone sweeps the snow in front of his own door, and don't care about the frost on others' roofs." It seems to be the way of troubled times.A man covered in blood, who didn't know whether he could be saved or not, fell down in the wild woods, and it seemed that people's rightful choice was to abandon him.

"The country is about to fall, I'm a girl, so I can save the famous White Yaksha on the battlefield, so what's there to fear, and how lucky is it?" The girl at that time replied without thinking.

Just when Sakata Gintoki felt uncomfortable and slightly embarrassed by the too straightforward answer, she smiled and said narrowly, "Actually, I wanted to save you, so I did. Well, it was probably on a whim." maybe."

Sakata Gintoki is not good at dealing with such girls. Although there is a girl named You Shuran, arrogant and vicious tongue and gentle and quiet are not attributes of a Level. Besides, he has never dealt with the former before, so it has no reference value.

But facing Shiina Hotaru, he was still able to joke glibly, but facing the girl, he racked his brains and didn't know what to say.

Even though she occasionally shows the vivaciousness and cunning of a girl, most of the time she is steady and silent.

Sakata Gintoki didn't stay in the house every day while he was recovering from his injuries, and sometimes he would go out for a walk.The guards in this art hall are indeed very strict, and they are careful not to encounter any young guards. Sometimes, other geisha in the art hall can be heard gossiping and gossiping.

Among them, the one he heard the most was the girl Xia Ji, and he remembered that this seemed to be her nickname.

Geisha are good at singing, dancing and playing the piano, and they are responsible for drinking and having fun with guests.The so-called geisha must be the best in etiquette, language, decoration, poetry, harp, bowing and serving wine.

Elegant but not vulgar, not excessive.

Therefore, geisha are often cultivated from an early age through the painstaking efforts of art halls.

But the young girl is an exception. It is said that she was originally from a wealthy family in the neighboring Qing Dynasty. Because of the war, she fell into exile in Japan, and then fell into the hands of Xiaoxiao, who was sold into art halls after several times.Poetry etiquette, piano, chess, calligraphy and painting are all dabbled in, plus she is a girl from a neighboring country, who is subject to a tendency of curiosity. For a while, Xia Ji's front door is full of people, so when other people in the art gallery, when they mention girls, they are mostly With disdain and contemptuous tone.

Out of jealousy, but also with haughty sympathy.

Sakata Gintoki finally knew where the inexplicable sense of disobedience he felt in the girl came from.She doesn't look like a geisha because she wasn't a geisha in the first place.

Perhaps it was for this reason that she often embroidered kits and was in a daze as if to pass the time. Gintoki Sakata recalled it carefully, and there was indeed no impression of her going out to chat and chat with other geisha in the art hall.The heavy makeup on her face was like a mask like an iron wall, firmly covering the girl's emotions and thoughts.

But most of the time, it was difficult for Sakata Gintoki to see the girl in the room. The art museum was open at night and closed during the day, so her schedule was completely opposite to his.

For various reasons, even though they live under the same roof, the exchanges between him and the girl are so rare that they can be counted on fingers.

So that day when he opened the door and met the girl, his first reaction was to withdraw the leg that had stepped in, and was about to close the door: "Ah, I seem to have gone the wrong way."

"Sakata-kun?" Before he completely closed the door, he heard the girl in the room speak, and there was obvious doubt in the slightly raised voice.

Sakata Gintoki looked at the girl kneeling in the room in amazement. Her long black and beautiful hair hung softly around her waist. She was still wearing an overly gorgeous kimono, but she didn't put on any makeup. Under the previous thick geisha makeup Yes, it really is a delicate and beautiful face, with willow-leaf eyebrows, light lips, a pair of black jade-like eyes are clear and bright, and the skin without powder is white and transparent.

"... Either I went to the wrong door or you went to the wrong door." Although he had already recognized it, he still denied it casually.

"It's common sense that girls will change a little after removing makeup." She curled her lips disapprovingly, lowered her head and plucked the shamisen in her hand.

"Have you changed from the heroine of a ghost movie?" Sakata Gintoki couldn't help complaining. Just as he finished speaking, he realized that the boy who had slipped his tongue when he saw the girl still had the same expression as before. Knowing that she was not angry, he stepped into the threshold with a sigh of relief. , and closed the paper door by the way.

"Well, but Ms. Sadako is pretty and not scary." She casually gave a counterexample, sliding her fingers lightly over the strings of the shamisen, "Sakata-kun, I'm going to perform a performance later. A new piece, practice it now, will it bother you?"

"You can do whatever you want." Sakata Gintoki yawned. He couldn't get excited about musical instruments, so he casually took a magazine from the table to pass the time. Although it's a pity that it's not "JUMP", you can still read it Unexpectedly, when the sound of the piano in the girl's hands curled up, he found that he did not look into the magazine in front of him, but kept paying attention to the sound of the shamisen.

The gentle, lingering, and lonely sound of the piano was gently twirled and sung by her dexterous fingertips, singing silently.The light and shadow flowed, and the setting sun was gorgeous, reflecting on her body, half was light, half was shadow, she was in the light and shadow, her eyebrows were lowered, the long hair on her shoulders slipped gently with her movements, the song was not long, She raised her head after finishing the last coda very quickly, and her eyes were full of emotions that he couldn't understand, which were fleeting.

At that time, she obviously didn't open her mouth or make any sound, but he just felt that she seemed to have something to say...

Shaking his head, he shook off the long and dull memories.Sakata Gintoki put the samurai sword on his waist, and when the scheduled night came quietly, he stood up from the tatami, picked up the shamisen standing in the corner, fiddled with it a few times in a bored way, and the string immediately rang The hoarse and ugly voice was completely opposite to the cute and docile appearance of the girl's fingertips at that time. The ugly tone made Sakata Gintoki grinned, as if he couldn't stand it. It can come in handy when hitting people.

Speaking of smashing people... A few days ago, I split up with Takasugi to distract the enemy, and I don't know what happened to the battle where the wig attacked the rear of the Celestial Being?Well, if it's those two people, there's nothing to worry about.

Putting the shamisen back to its original position, the boy who straightened his waist, very unintentionally, saw the dressing table slightly opened with a gap, and there was something cold in the metal, quietly placed inside, revealing a little sharp edge.

Reaching out to pull the drawer open, the young man who had confirmed his guess slightly frowned after seeing the things inside—it was a sharp dagger used to commit suicide.