Judges wait for you to grow up

Chapter 42 chapter 42

The death of Mr. Kondo became the last straw that overwhelmed Okita.

"Qiao Shan, I want to hear you play your western instrument." Okita's smile was very shallow, Qiao Shan felt sad when he saw it, so he agreed, took out the harmonica, and played a piece of music.

Okita felt inexplicably sad when he heard the originally cheerful song.

The tune was played intermittently for a long time, so long that Okita felt sleepy, and finally closed his eyes slowly, intending to squint for a while.

"Director, if you feel uncomfortable, it would be better to vent it out."

It was too peaceful.

The man in front of him was almost calm enough to make Qiao Shan flustered. In the past, when he fell down and was defeated on the front line, Okita would still wantonly vent his inner sadness in front of Qiao Shan without reservation.

But Chongtian's current state made Qiao Shan see Chongtian's bloody heart, and he said, "It's okay to cry or scold."

Okita froze for a moment, half opened his eyes to look at Qiao Shan, saw the blood on Qiao Shan's tightly pressed lips, he reached out and held Qiao Shan's hand: "Mr. Kondo is for the glory and great cause of the Shinsengumi And death, the glory of death, I think about it in a different way, I will go to Mr. Kondo soon, it seems that the mood is not so uncomfortable."

Qiao Shan sighed, shook his head, the corners of his eyes were a little red, the folding fan pinned to his waist fell to the ground when he got up, it was the folding fan that Qiao Shan brought from Honmaru.

This kind of folding fan does not have the charm of ancient times, it is just the ink that was dyed casually in modern times, and it is a bit faded now, but Qiao Shan liked this fan unexpectedly, so he stayed in it now.

Qiao Shan picked up the fan and knocked on the gloomy-looking Okita's head, and the corner of Okita's mouth curled up slightly: "Actually, I know that there is no medicine that can cure my disease as you said before, Qiao Shan." .”

Suddenly stopped, Qiao Shan glanced at Okita several times, but Okita's eyes were unexpectedly calm, Qiao Shan didn't know what to say for a while.

Okita glanced at the fan in Qiao Shan's hand: "Give me this fan, and I won't be angry that you lied to me."

Qiao Shan hastily stuffed the fan into Okita's hand, not daring to look directly into Okita's eyes, and said that he was going out to bring him some medicine. His footsteps were a little chaotic, and he was not as calm as before. Okita let out a low smile behind Qiao Shan The sound made Qiao Shan even more disturbed.

He lied to Okita, but at that time Okita frowned and said it was nice to him, but now everything was exposed suddenly, and the person who told him knew that he had lied a long time ago, but still laughed and made fun of him.

How can Okita still laugh, knowing that he has no cure, how can he laugh when facing death...

Qiao Shan lost his strength, he didn't want to see this kind of Okita, he wanted to see the reckless Okita before, Qiao Shan finally cowardly chose to avoid Okita's eyes.

Sometimes, Qiao Shan would think, if he hadn't come to this world, if he had been a little ruthless and let them come to this era alone, and hadn't met Okita, would his heart not be so painful now.

Thinking of this, Qiao Shan slapped himself hard: "What are you thinking?"

If he hadn't met Okita, when would his heart that had been silent for so long be able to beat like that then.

Instructed Yaoyan to boil the medicine, waited until he took the medicine, calmed down his mood, forced himself to smile, and then returned to the house.

Chong Tian fiddled with his folding fan, looked at the colors on it over and over again, saw Qiao Shan came back, and smiled at Qiao Shan: "The butterfly on your folding fan is not as good as mine, today I will draw one for you How about a folding fan?"

"You still have the strength to get up?" Qiao Shan put the medicine bowl in Okita's hand, looked at Okita muttering, looked at the medicine bowl with a look of bitterness and hatred, stroked his soft hair, and coaxed softly : "Drink it quickly, it won't be so bitter after you drink it all at once."

Chong Tian glanced at Qiao Shan, pursed his lips in disbelief: "You said the same thing yesterday, I don't think the bitterness has gone away."

Qiao Shan glared at Okita unhappily, touched his chin, and remembered something: "Today, Asakusa is going to set off fireworks, and it is said that it is for your emperor to compensate for the disputes caused by the war these days." After a pause, He said softly: "If you drink the medicine properly, I will accompany you to see it, okay?"

"No." Okita unexpectedly rejected Qiao Shan: "It's not the roof of the Shinsengumi, such a good fireworks will be boring even if you are by my side."

Qiao Shan choked: "At the end of the day, you just don't want to take the medicine. If you don't take the medicine, I won't even prepare the brush and ink for you to paint the fan."

Okita looked at the bowl of black medicine, held the bowl with one hand, pinched his nose with the other, and drank it quickly, so fast that he wished he could not even touch the medicine with his tongue, and it would go straight to his stomach.

When he finished drinking, Okita stuck out his tongue, and deliberately shook the clean bottom of the bowl in front of Qiao Shan: "Hurry up and prepare pens and ink for me, or I'm going to make trouble."

Only then did Qiao Shan laugh, saying, let Hasebe prepare now.

The wooden fan bones gave off a faint fragrance, and he specially ordered the white fan surface not painted with paint. Okita looked at the folding fan on the table, smiled happily, and urged Qiao Shan to grind it: "I will let you open your eyes. The director's painting skills are unique."

As he said, he picked up the fine brush and was happy to draw. Qiao Shan wanted to see it, and Okita deliberately covered the fan, pretending to be mysterious: "You wait until I finish the painting."

When the painting was finished, when Okita placed the fan in front of Qiao Shan, Qiao Shan's always gentle expression collapsed.

The white fan was stained with a lot of fine black ink, and the wings of the two butterflies in the middle were all incomplete. Qiao Shan shook his head, sighed, and looked at it a few more times, thinking it was funny.

This is not unique.

Qiao Shan walked behind Okita, held Okita's hand, and hugged Okita from behind.

Under the hands of the two, the incomplete wings of the butterfly were completed, and the remaining black ink that was accidentally stained turned into delicate flowers under Qiao Shan's hands, surrounding the two butterflies, It's a lot better.

When Qiao Shan let go, Okita could still smell the peppermint scent on Qiao Shan's body. It was good to be hugged by Qiao Shan from behind. The warm temperature made him linger a little bit. He smiled and turned to look at Qiao Shan: "Let's draw another one."

Qiao Shan looked at the fan drying ink aside, and pursed his lips: "Isn't this ... not pretty?" He stretched out his hand to the fan: "If you don't like this, let's throw it away and redraw it."

Knowing that Qiao Shan misunderstood what he meant, Okita hurriedly stopped Qiao Shan: "Forget it, forget it, this is very good."

"Hey, your fan was given to me, and this fan should be returned to you."

Qiao Shan nodded, and then lightly kissed Okita's face: "You draw so beautifully."

Having received the compliment, Okita returned to the bed, touched the slight wetness on his face, and narrowed his smiling eyes into a line: "Since the painting is so good, today you have to reward me for sleeping for a while."

Qiao Shan said: "Okay, but don't sleep too deeply." Hearing Okita hum, Qiao Shan then twisted the quilt for him and walked out.

Closed the door gently, Qiao Shan's eyes were dim.

Since the hot summer in July, Okita couldn't get up anymore, and the condition of bleeding all day became more and more serious. Every night when he coughed, Qiao Shan was terrified. Every time he got up, he saw the blood on the corner of his mouth. , and then smiled and told him it was okay.

Qiao Shan didn't sleep very well before, and she became completely sleepless. Fortunately, thanks to becoming a spiritual examiner, even if she doesn't sleep all night, she can persist in living.

The discomfort brought by the hot weather, coupled with Qiao Shan's poor health, Qiao Shan can feel the severe pain in his heart these days makes him feel like he is being stirred inside, so painful that he even wants to explode , but when Okita smiled at him, he couldn't frown.

During the anxious days, Qiao Shan lost weight at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Hasebe and Yaken were very distressed, and even Tsurumaru Kuninaga, who usually had a casual smile on his face, withdrew the smile on his face and looked at the room worriedly.

In this side room, I fell into a kind of panic.

Okita began to be unable to breathe frequently, and when he could breathe, he coughed up a lot of blood. Every time Qiao Shan wiped away the blood from the corners of Okita's mouth, the despair in his eyes became more serious.

When Qiao Shan saw that Okita's breathing was unsteady, he also felt that he couldn't breathe, and his lungs were aching. He stretched out his hand to hold Okita's hand, wanting to bring him some comfort.

But Qiao Shan found sadly that the man no longer shook his hand and said it was okay, but instead fell into a sleep that made him panic.

Don't sleep like this, okay, get up and look at me, hold my hand and say that the weather is fine today, would you like to go out and watch the birds?

Every time Qiao Shan recited these few sentences, he, who didn't believe in God or Buddhism, clasped his hands like a devout believer.

Perhaps because of hearing Qiao Shan's request, after coughing up blood, Okita did not fall into a deep sleep. Instead, he opened his big round eyes and looked at Qiao Shan's smirk. Qiao Shan counted the days and felt sad.

July 7th, the time of Okita's death, came back to life.

Qiao Shan wanted to kill himself at this time, why did he let Chong Tian wake up, he might as well continue to sleep.

God, why are you like this? You can’t hear my usual wishes. Why did you help me realize this wish so quickly?

Chong Tian's hands were icy cold, and his face was already showing some desolation. He got up with all his strength and hugged Qiao Shan, and the barely audible voice whispered in Qiao Shan's ears: "In my life , the thing I regret the most is meeting you, and the thing I regret the least is meeting you.”

"I regret meeting you but I can't grow old together in the end. I can only leave alone. I don't regret the time with you. That is a memory worth cherishing."

Qiao Shan felt the wetness of blood on his chest, and the large expanse of blood bloomed tragically on his white clothes, but Okita still looked at him and smiled, raised his head, and kissed him on the mouth with blood superior.

"I love you."

"Me too."

"I'm in pain and I want to leave. You have to come to me quickly, I can't bear the loneliness so I won't wait for you by the bridge of Naihe."

".....it is good."

The man smiled happily in front of him, gradually lost his strength, and fell into his arms with a smile on the corner of his mouth, losing all breath.

One drop after another, crystal clear tears hit Okita's hair, nose, and mouth, and finally mixed with the blood that was not much, and fell to the ground.

On that day, Canggube and Yaoken did not enter the house. Outside the door, they heard the hoarse shouts from the main hall.

That shout was so desperate that it was heartbreaking.