Looking at the text message editing page on the communicator in his hand, a full ten minutes had passed, and Jiang Cheng still hadn't figured out what kind of text message he should edit and send.
Jiang Cheng smiled somewhat self-deprecatingly and shook his head gently. Finally, he put the communicator back in his arms, leaned on the bench with his face up and his hands on his pillow.
What Jiang Cheng didn't know was that at the corner of the corridor only a few meters away from the rescue room, Yue Yong was quietly leaning against the wall with her hands folded.
"Well, you are the patient's boyfriend, right?" The plump head nurse walked out of the emergency room and said to Jiang Cheng.
"Hey, keep talking nonsense and I'll make you into roasted pork belly." Jiang Cheng stood up and reminded him expressionlessly.
"Anyway, your love... no, your friend is out of danger and can be transferred to the general ward now." The head nurse warned, "Try not to insert... no, stimulate his anus again in the future."
"Hey, I told you it's not that kind of relationship anymore!" Jiang Cheng suddenly had veins on his face and shouted with his eyes rolled, "He's just constipated! He was so constipated that he stayed in the toilet for four hours! Follow me. It doesn’t matter at all! I just lent him the toilet!”
"Well, anyway, if he is constipated, remember to let him eat more bananas. Maybe lubricate him in advance..."
"Wait a minute, what do you mean by lubricating it in advance? What does it mean? In the end, do you still think we have that kind of relationship? Do you want to die? Fat woman? Huh? Do you want me to make roasted pork belly and feed it to stray cats? Huh?"
…
At seven o'clock in the morning, it was completely dawn, and Quan Zang, who was lying on the bed in a hospital gown after being transferred to the ward, slowly woke up.
"Hey, it seems you are very lucky. He didn't die due to excessive blood loss." Jiang Cheng, who was sitting on a chair against the wall and flipping through a jump book, said without raising his head.
"It's just a little bit close," Quan Zang curled his lips, "I even saw my dead father waving to me from across the river. If I didn't dislike him too much, I might have passed."
"Isn't it good to be in the past?" Jiang Cheng replied casually while looking at the jump in his hand, "You can reunite with your father. And this way of death feels unexpectedly suitable for you. Constipation causes hemorrhoids. Attack, unbearable pain and excessive blood loss and death, tsk tsk tsk, it sounds like it is not a way for ordinary people to die, and only an elite ninja like you from the Imperial Court is worthy of it."
"Indeed," Quanzang couldn't help but smile, "It sounds like a way to die that will be remembered for a lifetime. Although it does not seem like a ninja's way of death, if it really comes to the end of life, On that day, I really hope that my life will end in this way."
"Really?" Jiang Cheng responded casually, still lowering his head and looking at the jump in his hand, "If that's the case, I will probably laugh out loud at the funeral. Doesn't that matter?"
"Please be patient with me, because I'm afraid I can't help but laugh with you. In the end, the funeral was ruined because I scared the guests. I will be very embarrassed."
"I'm sorry, I can't help but laugh. If you want to stop laughing, you have to not invite me. But I think it's unlikely, because there are only so many opportunities to laugh at you in a lifetime. Once, I won’t let it go so easily.”
With that said, Jiang Cheng threw the jump in his hand towards Quan Zang and stood up at the same time, "If you want to avoid embarrassing yourself, just eat a few bananas on the bedside every day. Also, the last chapter of the jump book I haven't read the page yet. Remember to return it to me after you finish it. Goodbye."
"What a strange person." Quan Zang sat up, opened the Jump in his hand, and slightly curled his lips, "How can anyone lend comics to others without reading the last page? I am the first It’s the first time I’ve seen someone like this.”
Jiang Cheng did not reply, but stood at the door of the ward and gently raised his hand behind him in response, and then started to leave without looking back.
…
A few days later, Wanshouwu.
"Uncle Aru is so weird lately." Kagura sat cross-legged on the sofa with her hands folded and her eyes closed, her expression slightly solemn.
"Isn't it because of another scam?" Shinbashi, who was cleaning the house with a vacuum cleaner wearing a turban, said without raising his head, "Let me explain in advance, if you do that kind of thing a second time, it will make readers annoying. Yes, there are not many readers in the first place, and there will be fewer and fewer readers.”
"OTAKU is quite strange," Gintoki, who was lying on the sofa on the other side, said casually while flipping through jumps, "just like the new Eight-Jiao is the new Eight-Jiao every day for 365 days a year. "
After hearing this, Xinbajiu stopped what he was doing, pushed up his glasses and complained expressionlessly: "Hey, what does Xinbajiu mean? What exactly is Xinbajiu? An adjective? A noun? "
"Calm down, Shinpachi." Kagura said, then nodded and explained to herself, "Noun or adjective actually has nothing to do with it. Aru, to give a simple example, like Gin-chan... The three hundred and sixty-five days of the year are all Ginjang Aru.”
"Oh! I understand!" Xin Bajiu raised his hand and knocked, "It means that Yin Sang is a dead fish-eye natural curl with no energy for three hundred and sixty-five days a year, is that true?!"
"Hey, I'm digging your salary. Shinpachi is the new eighty-two three hundred and sixty-five days a year." Gintoki glanced at Shinpachi lightly.
"If it were replaced by the new Eight-Jiu, it would be equivalent to the New Eight-Jiu being the disgusting virgin glasses Aru who loves fantasy and is in estrus 365 days a year!"
"Hey! What the hell do you think of me!" Shinbaji shouted angrily with his eyes white and blue veins popping out.
"But having said that, my uncle is really strange about Aru recently."
"Don't ignore me!!"
"The girls from Baihua also said that my uncle has been acting strangely recently," Kagura continued, minding his own business. "They said that late one night, he helped a man whose anus was still bleeding from the room. Went to the hospital, and after going back during the day the next day, Aru became a little strange."
"Um...I feel like I heard something terrible," Xinbaji complained silently, "Let me confirm again, are you really holding up a man who is still bleeding from the room?"
"That's enough, Shinpachi." Gintoki sat up, crossed his hands and stopped him with some seriousness, "After all, it's not convenient for us to ask so much about such private issues. But I didn't expect that Jiang That guy is not only a cosmic being and a goddess, but now he is also a man..."
Before Gintoki could finish his words, he suddenly rolled his eyes and fell straight towards the table.
Looking at Gintoki, who was lying on the table and still twitching and obviously unconscious, and the kunai on the back of Gintoki's head that penetrated three-thirds of his head, half of Shinpachi's face began to twitch non-stop. stand up.
"Yueyue!" Kagura shouted in surprise towards the entrance.
"Ah." Yue Yong held the cigarette rod with one hand and raised her hand with the other hand in response.
"I'm going to make tea!" Xin Baji hurriedly walked to the kitchen nearby.
"No, no need. I just need your help with a few things." Yue Yong said calmly, "I'll leave after I finish speaking."
Hearing the sound, Kagura and Shinbaji looked at Yue Yong with some doubts.
…
The next day, early morning.
Yoshihara.
"Hey, get up and patrol."
"Ah, Yueyue..." Jiang Cheng rubbed his eyes and yawned, but he never opened his eyes. "Let me sleep a little longer. I played the game too late yesterday. Today is a day off. Come on...please ZZZ..."
"There is a very important celebration today, a celebration that only happens once a year."
"I'm not interested..." Jiang Cheng turned to the side with the quilt under his arms and cried out again, "ZZZZ..."
puff! (Sound of kunai piercing) Bah—(Sound of spurting blood)
"Hey! What kind of celebration is this!" Jiang Cheng pulled out the kunai on his head, sat up, rolled his eyes and shouted angrily, "What kind of celebration involves blood so early in the morning?!"
But just after he finished speaking, Jiang Cheng suddenly noticed something. He looked at Yue Yong in front of him, who was wearing a black cheongsam embroidered with maple leaves, the same style as the previous yukata, "Huh? Yueyue, your clothes..."
"Jiang Chengsama!" A group of Baihua members who were also wearing cheongsam opened the room door and walked in, "Today is CHINA Clothing Day! Get up quickly and go on a date with us!"
"CHINA Clothing Day?" Jiang Cheng made a confused sound.
"Didn't you say you can drink as much as you want on CHINA Clothing Day?" Gintoki, wearing a long robe similar to the original kimono, came over and stood at Jiangcheng's door with his little finger picking his nostrils and staring at the dead fish eyes with no motivation and said something like The sound of rotting dead fish cans, "That's why I came here wearing such shameful clothes."
Having said that, Gintoki's right side was still exposed.
"Uncle! Get up quickly, Aru!" Kagura, who didn't know when he was coming, pointed at Jiang Cheng with an umbrella, put his hands on his hips and shouted with a serious face, "The festival has begun Aru!"
"Jiang Chengsang, you are the only one missing." Shinbaji, who was also wearing a blue and white gown, pointed to Rilun, who was sitting in a wheelchair wearing a cheongsam, and behind him, A Miao and Qing, who were all in CHINA uniforms. Tai, Kubei, Space Captain Fake Afa, Elizabeth, Kozaru, Sougo and others.
"You..." Jiang Cheng opened his eyes unconsciously.
"I haven't read the last page either." Quan Zang, who was wearing a blue gown, leaned against the window, raised his hand and threw the jump in his hand towards Jiang Cheng, "Although it's a bit regretful that I can't see the ending, it's a fascinating feeling. It’s not bad unexpectedly.”
"you… "
"Hurry up." Yue Yong threw the washed light cyan gown that Jiang Cheng had stuffed into the cabinet when he came back from the hospital towards Jiang Cheng.
"Well...although I am indeed a little touched, but...don't you think I'm embarrassed?" Jiang Cheng looked at the gown in his hand and murmured, "Are you going to watch me change my clothes?"
…
"Sister Ganghwa, I tried on the clothes, and although they fit me well, I still like to wear the clothes I'm used to. But it's not bad to wear it once in a while, and it's good to wear it as often as once a year, with everyone. Attached jpg.”
The attached photo is a group photo of Jiang Cheng and others having fun at the cocktail party in the evening of [CHINA Clothing Day].
…
One day, Yoshihara.
"Uncle, is your birthday on October 9th, Aru?" Kagura asked.
"Ah, that should be it." Jiang Cheng responded casually.
"should?"
"I don't know the specific date, I just happen to remember that day deeply."
"Why?"
"Because that day I met your mother, and... a bald man."
(Jiang Cheng’s birthday chapter, end)
There is one more chapter, in the wee hours of the morning, don’t wait.
(End of chapter)