Maybe a Fake Gintama - Chapter 814

[Chapter 753: People… are far more free than they think.]

“Do you have my share, Aru?”

Kagura with a scarred face and a dirty face, after hearing such a conversation, changed his slump and followed up excitedly.

“I’m not prepared.” Jiang Cheng waved his hand without looking back, “Who knew that Qiuyou would come to such a place, really.”

“Chestnut Parfait, please.”

Yin Shi raised his hand and stared at death Fisheye opened his mouth, raised his feet and followed slowly.

Hearing the sound, a blue vein burst out on Jiang Cheng’s forehead instantly: “What kind of restaurant do you think this is?! Didn’t you guys fight just now?! Your attitude has changed too quickly!

” One, please.” Fourteen raised his hand.

Jiang Cheng waved his hands without looking back: “Go and clean up the battlefield, idiot police, please.”

“Please, soba noodles,” Gui shouted back with his hands on his sleeves, and then looked at Mao Mao again, ” General, do you remember? You once said that when we meet again, I am afraid that one of the corpses will be separated.” After

taking back his gaze at the slowly leaving spaceship of the Tiandao Congregation, Mao Mao nodded lightly: “Ah, remember, and then you said that the survivors are the ones who created the world. But… now I understand that things in the world are not that simple and not that rigid.”

“No, samurai is that simple, simple. So cute.” Gui shook his head gently, then turned around and walked away slowly, raising his hand lightly at the same time, and said, “Although you and I have different positions, we have the same ambition, and hope to build a better country. It’s the same. I’ll keep my promise to be your enemy and send you on the road next time we meet. So… Until then, don’t die, my like-minded enemy.”

“Ah, I’ve done it. I’m so enlightened.”

Hearing the sound, Gui retracted his hand, and at the same time gently hooked the corner of his mouth and snorted.

But the next moment…

Looking at the really selected team members who grinned and pointed their swords at him in front of him, Gui’s face sank, and after a long silence, he raised his head, covered his face with cold sweat, and said with a smile: “Then what… everyone? Didn’t you hear what I just said? I said it’s time for the next meeting, and the time limit has not yet reached. Anyway, why don’t you put the knife away first?”

“What did you say? Gui?” Zongwu blinked With big innocent eyes, he spread his hands and said, “The enemies over there (Tian Daozhong and the Takasugi faction) have already retreated, so aren’t you the remaining enemy? Don’t mistake your identity. Hey, everyone, don’t forget You’ve got the identity of the true selection group, let me go!”

Hearing Gui Na’s unstoppable screams,

Xin Bazhu, who lowered his head, pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose and silently complained: “Guisang , it’s a shame that you can say that kind of thing alone in a situation full of enemies (the true selection group), this kind of natural silence is really not covered.”

A certain hill in the distance, from beginning to end As he was watching, he faintly glanced at the huge spaceship of the Tiandao Congregation that was gradually moving away, and then looked at the disciples of Songyang who were gradually retreating from different battlefields below.

“Is this the real “will of God”?

“Long whispered to himself, and then looked at Jiang Cheng, who was gradually disappearing into the woods in a certain direction, “God’s will that has been subverted…”

At a certain moment, Long’s thoughts were pulled to a certain past, loose. At some point in Yang’s prison… In the

dark, damp, rotten-smelling underground prison, Hao walked down the stairs step by step, and what he saw was a dim oil lamp in front of a certain prison, sitting on his knees. Lying down on the ground, with his head down, he wrote something on a piece of paper with a brush.

“What are you doing?

“Long opened his mouth lightly.

Hearing the sound, the still young Zhe hurriedly picked up the pen and paper and held it tightly to his chest.

“Zhou…” Long walked forward, glanced at the pen and paper and said a word. After the dead body, he turned his head and looked at the prisoner in the prison, “Is it something you did again?

Songyang…”

Kneeling on the ground with his back to Hao, Songyang holding a writing brush facing the wall full of characters, hearing the sound, he slowly put away the pen.

“Is this what you want to do now…” He murmured softly, and glanced at Songyang again, “Defying God’s will, being banished to the ground, can only wait to die in this filthy dungeon, but still Do you want to teach the guards to learn knowledge?”

“I am not fighting against God’s will, but myself. I hope that my plundering hands can help others. But in the end, it can’t be as I wish.

” , Songyang took a Bushido beginner book on his lap in his hand, and the faces of the children with different personalities in the Matsushita Village School gradually appeared in Songyang’s mind.

Songyang’s voice was unhurried, gentle and gentle.

“It was me who was helped. We were born cowardly, and everyone was burdened with another self who could not reach a consensus with them, and lived in pain. It is a pity that there is no good way to escape this pain. But… people Not only can I be played by my own cowardice and suffer for a lifetime. I can also face my cowardice and stand up to it. I can also try to change, even if I suffer because of it. Those little warriors taught me this.”

Said, Songyang turned his head and showed his usual genial smile.

“People… are far more free than I imagined.”

After finishing this memory, Long glanced at Jiang Cheng’s direction for the last time, then turned around and glanced at the coffin beside him: “Go back… The

coffin didn’t answer, she glanced in Jiang Cheng’s direction with her paralyzed face from beginning to end, then turned around and left slowly.

“Is the choice… already made?” Hao asked.

The coffin still didn’t answer, staring closely in front of him.

“That’s good…”

…

“People… are much freer than I imagined…”

In the forest under the moon, Jiang Cheng, sitting cross-legged under a big tree by the bonfire, looked at the moon reflected in the wine glass in his hand, and murmured softly.

Then he raised his head and looked at the bright moon in the sky through the branches that were no longer lush in autumn.

“Long time no see, Jiang

Chengsang.” At the same time as the rustling footsteps on the fallen leaves came, Mao Mao’s voice also came.

“Sir General…” Jiang Cheng lowered his head and poured all the wine in the cup into his throat, then looked at the drunken people sleeping on the ground scattered around him, “Isn’t it incredible? You just lost so much preciousness just now. The next moment, you can start a drinking party or something. Humans… they are really annoying creatures.”

“Probably because those lost things have invaded the internal organs and want to forget them.” Mao Mao’s eyes were gentle. Glancing at the people sleeping on the ground, they sat on the ground.

“I hate samurai, from the beginning to the end. I always think that what I lose has meaning. I always think that even if I lose something, there will still be something left, boring beliefs…” Jiang Cheng told himself While pouring wine, he spoke to himself, speaking at an unhurried pace, in a calm but gentle tone, “I always believe that people…only have meaning when they are alive. Other than that…there is no meaning at all. Humans have only two states, alive and…dead. The weight of life is the heaviest thing in this world. Can you… really be able to carry it?”

“If you can’t carry it, I won’t survive today. That’s it.” With

that, Mao Mao stretched out his hand and took the wine glass that Jiang Cheng handed over.

“Don’t forget, those heavy lives, and… don’t forget, your sins.”

After that, Jiang Cheng poured himself a glass of wine again, raised his face and poured it all down his throat.

“Sure enough… Jiang Chengsang’s wine is still very spicy.” Mao Mao, who swallowed the wine, sighed softly.

“It’s like a knife,” Jiang Cheng said casually while pouring wine for Maomao, “the invisible knife that always points at your heart, always reminds you not to forget those sinful knives.”

“Ah, I I know.”

With that, Mao Mao drank the wine in the glass again.

Mao Mao couldn’t remember how many cups he drank, but he only remembered that when he was drunk and slowly closed his eyes, Jiang Cheng reminded softly while drinking…

“Next time… don’t be so naive anymore. ”

…

a half month has passed since I got drunk that day.

In the past half a month, the situation in Edo has also undergone earth-shaking changes. First, the general Tokugawa Shigeru left Edo and went to Kyoto, where the emperor is located, to seek refuge, waiting for the opportunity to make a comeback.

Princess Chengye also left with him, along with Duke Songping and some loyal and close ministers of Maomao.

The Shinsengumi did not leave together, but stayed in Edo. According to Momo, it was because they did not want the Shinsengumi to be completely opposed to the Shinsengumi now, and they also needed to continue to protect Edo.

Xixi… Although Mao Mao did not announce his abdication, he could not directly take over as the general, UU reading www.sonicmtl.

com But because of the emperor’s edict, he became the acting general, and Mao Mao, who was “retreating due to illness”, temporarily acted for political affairs.

Tokugawa Shigeru survived, but the price was the Iga ninjas who were almost slaughtered, and… most of the heartfelt guards of his royal court, as well as those heartfelt retainers who split up for their own escape.

The so-called Iga has already existed in name only, and so has the so-called Royal Court Fans. There are only a handful of people who survived.

By the way, by the way, Gui, who was picked up by the Shinsengumi and imprisoned in the jail of the Shinsengumi, succeeded in escaping the prison the next day and lived up to the title of Runaway Kotaro.

Jiang Cheng’s life has not changed significantly, but there is a small tail beside him.

” Hey

, it’s been a few days?”

Jiang Cheng, who had just woken up in his pajamas and had not had time to change his clothes, just opened the sliding door of his room, and what he saw was sitting in front of his computer playing with vinegar kelp. Kagura with the game.