Maybe a Fake Gintama

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"Forget it, look at it as you wish." The shop owner interjected, akimbo.

"Really?!" Kagura turned around and looked at the shop owner with some surprise.

""Skull 17" is a good comic. After reading it, you will become smarter and become prime minister." The store owner said in an exaggerated way, "Although it is a bit difficult to pronounce."

"Also, can I watch "Mr. Apu" too?" Kagura asked again.

"Okay, okay." The store owner responded.

"I mean, Kagura-chan, your preference for comics is really strange." Shinpachi twitched the corner of his mouth and smiled awkwardly.

""Mr. Apu" is also a good comic," the shop owner sighed. "I didn't expect that "Mr. Apu" could be serialized for thirty years. "Mr. Apu" is really great."

"No, I can't imagine what kind of comic it is." Shinbachi twitched the corner of his mouth and complained speechlessly.

"Well, there are no customers coming anyway, so you can come and see it anytime." The shop owner continued.

"Huh?" Xin Baji asked in confusion, "Boss, is your business bad?"

The shop owner's expression suddenly became a little disappointed, and he slowly explained: "A new beauty salon opened across the street, and there was a hair salon in front of it for professional haircuts. After that, the customers were all attracted there. What? The business of talented beauticians and high-end equipment is extremely good. They charge so much money, but they just send customers away casually."

At this point, the shop owner crossed his hands and continued with a sigh on his face: "Barbershops are not only a place for shaving, but also a social place for people to cultivate relationships. In the past, as long as you went to the barbershop, there were many people on the street. You can almost know some things. Everyone gathers together and it’s lively. I want to pay more attention to these things than appearance or anything else. Even if the hair is cut off, the fate between people will continue to be cut."

After saying that, the shop owner turned around and opened the curtain behind the barber area and walked in. Then he walked out with a tall stack of comics and placed them on the table in front of Kagura.

"Here you go, the complete set of "Mr. Apu"." The shop owner wiped the sweat from his forehead.

"Thank you, boss." Kagura smiled excitedly, reached out and picked up a comic from the pile in front of her, and started reading.

"But also for this reason,

There are no other guests except you. "The shop owner lit a cigarette, took a puff and slowly exhaled the smoke. He was a little relieved and a little sad, "Oh, it's really hard to survive in this world~"

"Boss..." Xin Baji looked up at the shop owner.

At this time, Gintoki, who was a little impatient in waiting, came over with narrowed eyes and reminded: "Um, I think it's a bit too slow, right? Can you help me cut it quickly?"

"It's okay, we're not just here for a haircut, we also want to meet the boss." Xin Baji said with relief.

"Oh, this sentence really makes me happy." The store owner showed a smile on his face and praised.

"Yes, yes, but I'm here to get my hair cut anyway. Can you cut it for me first?" Gintoki, who was ignored, had a vein popping up on his face, curling up the corner of his mouth and continued, "Although the bond between people It’s also important, but…”

Before Gintoki could finish speaking, he was suddenly interrupted by Kagura.

"Boss! Aru is missing in the seventh volume of "Mr. Apu"!" Kagura raised her little face with a serious look on her face.

"What?!" The shop owner's expression turned serious for a moment, and then he quickly bent down and started looking at the comics on the table.

Gintoki, who had another vein on his face, twitched the corners of his eyes and reminded him again: "Well, if the barber shop doesn't cut your hair..."

"Really!" The shop owner stood up straight again with a solemn face, "The seventh volume of "Mr. Apu" is missing! Where did it go?!"

"There's nothing to say." Kagura replied.

"No...impossible! How could it be lost?" The store owner looked in disbelief.

Gintoki, who suppressed the anger in his heart, reminded him again: "Forget about "Mr. Aura", let's cut our hair first..."

Before Gintoki could finish speaking, the store owner turned around and rushed toward the door. At the same time, he did not forget to remind: "Yoshi! I'll buy the seventh volume right away! I'll leave the store to you!"

"Roger it!" Kagura and Shinpachi stood up and saluted at the same time.

"Cut my hair!!!" Gintoki finally roared.

But the store owner had already rushed out the door and got on his bicycle. He roared with white eyes and flew towards the comic store...

…

On the other side, Jiang Cheng and Maomao, who was wearing a headscarf, were walking slowly towards the barber shop.

"Speaking of which, why are you wrapped so tightly every time?" Jiang Cheng asked curiously, "Is it because you are afraid of the sun? Or are you too shy to show your face?"

Maomao smiled and did not answer, but changed the topic, "Don't talk about me, let's talk about Jiang Chengsang. I am very curious about Jiang Chengsang."

"Young general," Jiang Chengyu sighed earnestly, "This level is not good. Men are basically the same. Men only need to be interested in women and games. If you are interested in men, you can't become What an outstanding man. You should remember this sentence well."

"Game?" Maomao was puzzled.

"Ah, it's just something I'm interested in," Jiang Cheng explained, "For me, it's just a game, what about you?"

"Anything you're interested in?" Maomao murmured, then turned to look at a group of children happily playing tops in a side alley, and then looked at the vendors on both sides of the street who kept yelling. and all kinds of people coming and going.

"Do you like the brat?" Jiang Cheng asked doubtfully, and then curled his lips, "What annoys me the most about the brat is Haruta. He makes me so noisy that I almost sew his mouth shut. superior."

"Don't we all grow up from children?" Maomao asked with a smile on his face.

"That's what I said, but brats are different from brats! I was much more sensible when I was little." Jiang Cheng said dismissively, "I'm different from the brats now who only know how to act like a spoiled brat!"

"If you say that, I'm even more curious." Maomao smiled, then turned away and looked straight ahead again, "Jiang Chengsang, what do you think of this country and its people? Can you follow me? Tell me something?"

"Hey, we are not generals above. Be careful that people on the street hear what we are talking about and spread it to the government. I don't want to get into trouble." Jiang Cheng frowned and complained in a low voice.

"Is it...?" After a pause, Maomao then asked, "Then what does Jiang Chengsang think of samurai?"

"It's just that I don't hate him very much," Jiang Cheng shrugged and replied casually, "But I can't say I like him much."

"Why?"

"No reason," Jiang Cheng curled his lips and replied, "I just think that the Bushido is too vulgar. Wouldn't it be better to change it to beliefs or goals? Everyone lives according to their own Bushido? It’s too vulgar. It’s no longer suitable for this era.”

Maomao turned away and looked at Jiang Cheng with a confused expression.

"Don't show that expression," Jiang Cheng sighed softly, then turned his eyes to the front again and slowly said: "Nothing in this world is perfect. If you want to get something, you have to pay the price. This is a rule, a rule that is difficult to change. But those guys, the samurai I have encountered in the past, all see nothing but their own bushido, and put all the equally precious things under their so-called bushido. Next, it seems to be saying "It doesn't matter even if I lose these, because I have never violated my bushido." It's really annoying. This attitude is like finding some high-sounding excuse for one's past failures. "

"However," Jiang Cheng's tone changed, "even if you lose a lot or even everything, you must still implement the bushido that you believe in. I admire this spirit very much. So I can neither like nor dislike samurai. , if you ask me to evaluate them, in my eyes they are just a group of stubborn people."

"Jiang Chengsang's point of view is really novel." Maomao smiled, "No one has ever analyzed samurai from this perspective. We who have lived in this country since childhood have never heard such remarks. "

"Maybe he's the so-called fan of the authorities?" Jiang Cheng turned away and looked at Maomao.

"Maybe that's the case." Maomao sighed slightly, and then smiled softly.

"Oh, here we are!" Jiang Cheng stopped and looked at the shop beside him, "That friend's barber shop that the uncle mentioned!"

As he spoke, Jiang Cheng turned his head and mentally compared the bustling beauty shop across the street with the deserted old-fashioned barber shop here.

"It's strange that a store in a place like this would be popular." Jiang Cheng curled his lips.

"Let's go in." With that said, Maomao opened the sliding door and walked in.

…

"Is there anyone here? I'm here to return the comics for a friend of the store owner." Maomao stepped into the store and took out the comics in his arms and said.

After the store had just perfunctorily dealt with an orangutan who wanted plastic surgery to look like a handsome man and a rebel who wanted to change his image, Wanshiwusan, who was wearing a barbershop student costume and a wig, was about to run away. The group of people looked at Maomao and Liang Jiangcheng who stepped into the store and were stunned on the spot.

"Which one of you is the store manager?" Jiang Cheng asked doubtfully.

"Well..." Shinbachi, who was wearing a Mediterranean hood, made a male duck voice and said with a smile, "The store manager just went out. If you are looking for the store manager, please come back tomorrow."

"Suga, there's nothing we can do." Jiang Cheng looked at Maomao aside, "Let's go then? Didn't you say we were going to Yoshihara? I just want to show you some of the recently opened stores in Yoshihara. They are absolutely excellent. value!"

[Young general? ! ] Gintoki and Shinpachi, who were wearing afro hoods and big beards on their mouths, twitched half of their faces at the same time.

"Wait a minute, Jiang Chengsang." Maomao slowly pulled off the headscarf on his head, "Before that, can you let them help me put my hair into a new bun? It seems very interesting."