In the dark and narrow underground waterways, it has been the eighth day since Gintama woke up. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

A week earlier, he had been hunted down. The other party probably thought that he was dead, and happened to meet the criminal department on the way back to carry him down, so he opened the manhole cover of the underground waterway and threw his 'corpse' down to destroy the traces.

Gintama travels down the drain from the sewer before being rescued by the woman who lives in the sewer.

When the leader of the Black Kamen Mercenary Corps woke up from his coma, his body had already been treated, the foreign object on the back of his body had been removed, and the wound could be wiped to reveal white red flesh......

The woman with her back to the head of the regiment was eating alive a rat that was still not dead and twitching slightly, and when she heard the sound behind her, she turned her face to the blood on her mouth, and Gintama was amazed.

It was a man with a dirty body, and his clothes were soapy black that had been repeatedly unwashed after taking off the threads, and it was stained with a little dull yellow, which seemed to be feces or something, mixed with a pile of things of unknown origin.

The man was hunched over, barely recognizable as a woman in the dim light, but her hair was disheveled, and between the ends of her hair was half a leaf of greens.

And the long strands of hair were knotted one by one, and she turned her face to have some whiteness on her eyes, so she listened to the movement behind her, and looked afraid.

But after a long time, he still came with courage.

After a few days of getting along, he learned that this woman's name was He Chunli and had saved his life, but as for the rest, he didn't know much.

There are so few things in the sewers that can be called food, and anything that can fit in your mouth is chewed. Gintama ate some, and she ate the rest, still feeling hungry, so she caught rats and cockroaches to satisfy her hunger.

The head of the regiment ate leftovers and dry bread that the woman who called herself He Chunli had picked up from the park and the garbage can, and some of them she was reluctant to eat, and they had become moldy, so Gintama ate them with a blank face—which made the woman feel valued.

Gintama doesn't say much, and the texture of his expression makes him look old-fashioned and difficult to get along with. He is such a person, and he has not changed anything in this field.

Fortunately, women are not interested in men's affairs, and the timid He Chunli is talking about the iron pillar that makes her no longer afraid of the cold in winter - it is just a pipe for heating equipment, and women have already talked about it once these days.

And she spoke so seriously and endlessly, which made Gintama subconsciously lower her head, and the texture of her brows wrinkled.

She's crazy......

The young man lying on the cold ground thought so.

It's just that when the new day and the silver soul opened her eyes, the woman known as He Chunli had already 'woken up' early, and she seemed to have cleaned up a lot, and when she came over, it made people feel a little different.

He Chunli brought anti-inflammatory and antiseptic drugs to Gintama, she went out at night and came back at this time, so she looked a little tired, but the dim light in her eyes seemed rational and calm.

With the medicine, Gintama's injuries healed a little faster, and he could now slowly squirm on his own and sit up against the wall.

But the basic physiological needs are not enough to take care of himself, when he goes to the toilet, the woman will carry him to a river location far away from where the two live, at first, the woman will help him take off his pants, but now he doesn't have to.

When a woman is awake, she is much more silent, her movements are very slow, her eyes and waist are not good, and this time shows the traces of life on her.

After many days of the pungent smell of the underground waters, Gintama is still a little uncomfortable, so that his eyes are often smoked by the abnormal breath and leave tears, and now his vision is a little blurry.

When He Chunli had nothing to do, she would hug her knees and shrink some distance away from Gintama. If she is sober, sometimes she will clean her body, and sometimes she will go out to the world above the manhole cover to try her luck and find something to feed her stomach, and in this environment, whether she is clean or not is only a vague relative concept.

For this woman with great grace who saved her life, Gintama asked some words when she had the strength to speak, and the other party had a wooden temperament, and often subconsciously shrank her body between words, looking dazed and afraid.

Probably because her education level is not high, there are some things that she can't tell clearly and don't want to say.

And Gintama didn't ask anymore.

In the blink of an eye, two weeks passed.

The man's injuries were better, and the woman went out again, and when she came back, she brought some food and two buns that were still warm, and she put them in her arms......

The two ate some food and talked to each other, and Gintama ate a bun, which was an ordinary vegetarian stuffed Chinese cabbage. The man on the other side pushed the other one over, but the man didn't eat, he pushed back, and the woman lowered her head and took it in her arms.

After eating for lunch or dinner, Gintama leaned against the wall and fell asleep in a daze, and a woman named He Chunli climbed the rusty steel ladder that had been stuck in the concrete, and climbed out of the manhole cover at the sewer.

It was raining outside, and the dampness was coming in, and fallen leaves and excess water were running down the drain holes, damp the entire wall.

It was about ten o'clock in the evening, maybe even later, and the woman with her face wrapped in rags returned. The weakness of the dark days had made Gintama lose his sense of time, so he thought that the sky above him should already be shining with stars at this time.

And this time, the woman brought a lot of things, and most of them were still food, and there were not many things used, but they were already rich compared to usual.

Gintama even found a roll of white clean gauze, half a bottle of clean mineral water, and a little liquor that could be used for sterilization.

After cleaning the wound, he ate some rice with sweetness and dates, and tiredness welled up, and he fell asleep.

He Chunli still went out the next day, and the harvest was less, but he was finally able to get rid of the time of eating garbage and smelly and spoiled things - some black and soft things still didn't know the body of the silver soul to this day, and the woman named He Chunli ate it, so he ate it.

These days, the woman's mind is still clear, she went out to replace some leftovers and came back, some of which were not eaten yet, He Chunli didn't eat it herself, so she picked it up and gave it to Gintama.

Later, He Chunli even brought back a male T-shirt with a cartoon rabbit image painted on the front, and she didn't feel a little warm when she wore it on her body.

The days passed uneventfully, the two chatted occasionally, and most of the time, they still sat against each other against the wall.

The man named He Chunli was sometimes confused, but after that he became more cheerful and cheerful, and liked to eat messy things and do messy things, like bathing and singing in the sludge of the sewers, and eating the feces pulled out by himself or men around the corner.

The silver soul didn't allow her to go, the woman was unhappy about it, he reprimanded the other party a few times, and He Chunli was afraid and acted cautiously.

Later, when Gintama's body allowed him to stand up, he stopped talking and instead wrapped his arms around him.

He Chunli was scared at first, struggling so hard that the wound of the silver soul was scratched open, shedding yellow pus and a little blood.

But then, both sides got used to it.

In the time they spent together, they forgot the time of each other, the woman's sanity was good and bad, and the scars on Gintama's body were firmly moving towards the good side in the midst of infection and recurrence.

He Chunli repeatedly went out to harvest sometimes more and sometimes less, and sometimes she was beaten and scolded, leaving scratches on her face. But when I went back to the ground and saw someone leaning against the wall waiting for her, looking at her with normal eyes, I felt firm and warm even if I was tired and hard.

Maybe she was a person who was afraid of being alone, or maybe she wasn't, and Ginta pressed the back of her head against the rough wall, and looked at the woman who sat down with her body bent over, shivering a little from the rain......

After a long period of silence, there may be an indescribable tacit understanding, and even in such a dirty environment, Gintama can still vaguely feel the simple and lonely thoughts of the woman.

His body was strong - he was actually able to walk, but Ginta leaned against the wall, still looking like he had not healed from his injuries.

The woman named He Chunli had to go out to find things every few days, sometimes tired, sometimes scolded and beaten, but when she came back, she felt content and happy.

But time has its tricks, it happens quietly, quietly bringing change and noise.

Once, a thinly dressed woman with a faint smell of smell went out again, and when she said she wanted to bring some bandages, Gintama smiled and told her not to be reckless.

However, this time, He Chunli walked for an extraordinarily long time.

Gintama can't see time in the sewers, and doesn't know the time, but it also feels like a long time has passed.

So the leader of the Black Kamen Mercenary Group decided to go out and have a look.

He stood up, staggered up to the lid of the patio, and stood on the street in the light rain to look around.

A top-notch person like Gintama has his own way of positioning, he has practiced tracking and counter-tracking, and he has inherited experience from Griffith's memories, and at this time, it shows its effectiveness.

The ground was slightly wet, and the subtle vibrations of the raindrops hitting the ground were transmitted down the concrete floor to the tiny nerve ends on the soles of the man's feet.

He stopped at the intersection of the crossroads, looked up at the bustling city under the gloomy sky, his eyes wandered, and finally he raised his foot and stepped on the white zebra crossing......

The clouds on the horizon flooded the entire steel city, and the smoke and rain all over the city made this dry autumn feel uncomfortable and analitated.

Gintama turned around a street corner and saw the woman with her head shut, unspeakable.

PS: Hmph, don't blame Brother Pee for not reminding you. The next thing that Brother Pee is going to show to the rank is a greasy love, I think you still dare to show affection?!