The hustle and bustle of the cold blade, stained Shura's face with blood, forges a determination; the lead is washed away, sighing that the former love is hard to find, reflecting an evil smile. If memories have become a tie, can we only warm each other by letting go? I dream back tonight, standing at the end of prosperity; talking about the past will be unforgettable even in the passing years! PS: o(╯□╰)oDon't pay attention to a certain house that has intermittent and artistic accents... This is a story about the collapse of a shady middle school master and a naturally arrogant brother, who strive for a new life! ! ! O(∩_∩)O~ PPS: The update has been interrupted for too long, and I am out of touch with the Gintama manga. I need to start from the beginning, please forgive me~~