Konoha Qiweiju

Chapter 242
After eating fried rice, Yashamaru and Gaara left the restaurant.

In the empty room, only Zhenxiu and Rouqiu were left.

"Zhenxiu, you still seem to care about that red-haired brat."

"Don't you care?"

"It's normal for me to care. My father is still in the child's stomach. Can I not care?"

Meatball complained.

"I think Shuhe will get along well with this kid."

"As far as my father's temper is concerned, even Monk Fenfu didn't conquer him, so this kid can?"

"I think he can."

"You really have faith in this kid."

"Confidence is always necessary, just in case it succeeds."

"whispering sound."

Rouqiu snorted disdainfully, drooped his head, and ignored Zhenxiu, but in fact, he was happy in his heart.

The fact that Zhenxiu was able to bicker with him meant that he was gradually recovering.

After that incident, although Zhenxiu didn't say anything, Rouqiu knew that his heart was very hurt.

I tried so hard to change, but in the end it failed completely.

For Zhenxiu, it was a big blow.

The blow was so severe that he was even unwilling to re-condense the Yin Seal, so that he still looks old now.

But Rouqiu knows that as long as Zhenxiu is willing, he can instantly condense the chakra, re-condense the yin seal, and restore his previous young body.

But Zhenxiu didn't want to, and no one could do anything about it.

Of course, if the Yin seal is re-condensed at this moment, I'm afraid that I can't be so blatantly dawdling in the hidden sand village.

After all, the powerful chakra gathering of the Yin seal can be found by the perceptual ninja of Sand Hidden in an instant.

But now, Zhenxiu is an ordinary person who doesn't even gather Chakra, and no one can find out.

Perhaps, this is also one of the reasons why Zhenxiu is unwilling to recover.

Or, when his heart has not healed, he will not be willing to touch things like Chakra.

Meatball will not do these things.

It has followed Zhenxiu for decades, and it understands Zhenxiu very well.

These things need to be digested by a true cultivator.

His dissuasion from the side will only make the situation worse.

There is such a person in real life, when he is sad and disappointed, he doesn't want anyone to comfort him.

I don't want any persuasion either.

He just wanted to be alone, to digest these things.

It was like a wounded wolf licking its own wounds.

At this time, whoever goes up to help will not only not be appreciated, but may also offend him.

Zhenxiu is such a person.

Because he knew enough, Meatball never said words of dissuasion.

Such companionship is enough.

Rouqiu believed that the Zhenxiu he was familiar with would come back one day.

Maybe one year or two, maybe five years or ten years, in short, they will all come back.

Gently stroking Rouqiu's hair, a familiar smile appeared on the corner of Zhenxiu's mouth.

It might be good to have such a friend.

Time passed day by day, Gaara came more and more times.

At first, he came to eat.

Later, even if he didn't eat, he would come to play with Zhenxiu.

Even if Zhenxiu ignored him, he would still play with sand in front of Zhenxiu.

It seemed that he was satisfied with that.

"Grandpa, look, I just made this."

Gaara is holding an orange cat made of sand in both hands, which is exactly the same as Meatball.

Zhenxiu opened his sleepy eyes and took a look at Gaara.

"Little guy, why have you stayed here with me?"

Little Gaara was a little nervous, and looked at Zhenxiu with those green eyes without blinking, and said, "Grandpa, did I disturb you? Then I won't talk. Don't drive me away, okay?" "

That timid look, for fear of doing something wrong.

A child over three years old was supposed to act like a baby in the arms of his parents, but he lived so cautiously.

It really hurts.

Even if it's Zhenxiu at this moment, looking at Gaara like this, he can't help but feel a little soft in his heart.

Poor man.

Seeing an adult be pitiful will never be as sad as seeing a child be pitiful.

Because seeing a poor child makes you feel even more indescribable.

In the words of Secondary School, what happened to this world?
Seeing Gaara's appearance of making a mistake and waiting to be scolded, Zhenxiu couldn't help stretching out a hand.

Seeing this, Gaara closed his eyes in fear, waiting for the iron palm of this real cultivator to hit his face.

He didn't dare to dodge, he was afraid of losing such a place to stay.

Even if he was beaten up, as long as he could stay, it was enough.

The expected pain did not hit.

Some are just a strange feeling.

Gaara Kiga opened his eyes to see a wrinkled hand on the top of his head, rubbing his red hair.

The big eyes are full of big doubts.

"Grandpa, won't you hit me?"

"Why should I hit you?"

"Because I made you angry."

"No, I just saw you and thought of someone."

"Who do you remember?"

"A man who is important to me."

"Does the old man have important people? Where is he?"

"He is dead."

"Dead? What is dead?"

"To die means to leave me and go to a place far, far away, and never come back. But one day, maybe I will go find her."

"Well, that's nothing. You will meet again sooner or later."

Zhenxiu froze for a moment, this was true.

It's just that whether we can meet each other in the end remains to be seen.

"Perhaps you are right."

As Shinsuke said, he rubbed Gaara's hair again.

That feeling doesn't make Gaara feel uncomfortable, on the contrary, he actually likes this feeling a little bit.

Looking at the red hair, Zhenxiu thought of many people.

Mito, Kushina, and many members of the Uzumaki clan.

Unfortunately, those people have disappeared.

He is left as an old antique of the Uzumaki clan.

Thinking of this, Zhenxiu's hand stopped and fell into memory.

The pampering feeling disappeared, and Gaara looked at Zhenxiu suspiciously.

"Grandpa?"

Gaara called softly, but Masaki didn't answer.

His memories are deep and not so easily awakened.

Seeing this, Gaara pushed his head directly towards Zhenxiu's big hand, as if Zhenxiu was stroking his hair.

Zhenxiu reacted, looking at Gaara's appearance, it was like seeing a kitten that wanted to be loved by its owner.

Zhenxiu couldn't help laughing and said, "What are you doing?"

I love Luo Wenyan, like a child who has done something wrong, he said with a guilty conscience: "That... I... I feel very comfortable like this, so..."

"Silly boy."

Zhenxiu chuckled, and rubbed Gaara's hair with his right hand again, and the smooth red hair was also messed up.

From a distance, the two are like grandparents.

(End of this chapter)